"Let's start with something simple," he said. "Get rid of the shirt and the bra."
Taylor did so immediately, doing her best to ignore her own crazy heartbeat. She wanted to shout that it was too much, but the memories of the day before were bright in her mind, where she leaned against her makeup table, topless while getting fingered.
Her arms still twitched as she stood in front of him, half-naked, but she kept her arms to the side. She wasn't a coward.
"Beautiful," he said, making her blush. "Now, pop open the button of the jeans, and give me a sexy pose. You're the desire personified, show it."
Taylor could feel a blush spread to her cheek even as he said those words. She was not sexy. She was tall, lanky, and awkward. She hated how she looked. Yet, as he looked at her through his camera, she actually felt as beautiful as he said, which was enough to convince her to pose half-naked.
If she was being honest, she was willing to do much more just to feel anything more than the boring depression she had been feeling for the last few years, friendless and ignored by his father.
"Sexy. Now, turn your back to me and bend down," he ordered. She followed immediately, even as she could feel him approach through her power. Not that he was hiding. He grabbed her jeans without even asking like he owned her.
She allowed him, even when he pulled her jeans down. "Oh, surprising," he said, and Taylor blushed. She had been wearing a red thong, one that she had purchased on a whim on the way. He pulled her jeans down until her ass was halfway revealed, and pulled back. "Excellent pose," he said and took another photo.
"Thanks," she found herself muttering.
"Now, push those jeans down to your ankles, but keep holding them. Bend forward without bending your knees." Taylor followed, thrilled by the pose she was showing, but her fingers were trembling horribly. He once again got closer, his hands caressing her ass while she stayed bent forward.
"Rise up, and kick those jeans away," he ordered. She did, leaving her new slutty panties as her only clothing. However, she wasn't able to focus on her partial nudity for long, not when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard enough to hurt.
She cried in pain, which turned into a moan even as he started kissing her neck. "Now, give me a seductive smile, one that would drive a man crazy like a siren song."She tried, she really did, but she failed. "I asked for a smile, Taylor, not a wanton moan."
"S-sorry," she moaned again even as she felt his hardness against her ass. His touch made it difficult already, which immediately turned impossible when he spanked her. Her eyes widened at the pleasure she felt. She was surprised by her reaction, enough to miss that he had used the opportunity to get rid of his pants until she felt his naked shaft against her ass.
"Come on, Taylor. You're better than this. Just a soft, sultry smile," he whispered even as he pushed his shaft between her thighs, forced her legs to tighten, and started moving. The pleasure hit her hard with every push rubbing against her wetness, her newly purchased panties doing nothing to reduce the sensation.
He pushed, and her arousal grew … until he pulled back right when she was at the edge. She whimpered helplessly even as she turned to check his expression, wondering if she had done something wrong.
"Sit on the bed, and keep your legs parted," he ordered, raising his camera once more. Taylor froze. "Come on, beautiful. Show me just how good of a model you are," he teased.
That order sent shivers through her body, but she found herself following it. She found it difficult to refuse when he smiled at her like that. She sat on the bed, her legs parted, her thong hiding far less than any panties should now that they were drenched with her arousal.
"I want an expression of arousal. Like you have been teased for hours but left wanting for release." Taylor couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke, feeling that his request described her situation perfectly. She did her best to show her emotions.
"Not enough," he whispered as he got closer. "Put your fingers to your core, and play with yourself without cumming. I want you to stay on the edge, helpless and desperate." She tried, but it didn't feel as good as his fingers.
"I … I think I need your help," Taylor found herself whimpering.
He took yet another photo of her before he stepped forward. "What a needy model I have," he teased her. She never enjoyed people mocking her, but she was willing to make an exception for Marcus. His fingers earned that right.
That deserved a payment in kind. She reached for his shaft, excited to touch. "No," he called, and she froze, all her insecurities flaring at once. For a moment, it felt like he would inform her that all was a joke, that he would never let someone as ugly as her would touch him.
Then, he grabbed her hair and pulled her down. "Open your pretty mouth, Taylor," he ordered.
She did it happily, even as he pulled her down hard, touching her throat. It was nowhere as uncomfortable as the idea of being abandoned. And, with his other hand caressing her wetness, she was not far from a climax. A few gags wouldn't prevent her from feeling it.
He only let her pull out when the climax hit, once again giving her the taste of pleasure that she had never felt before, letting her forget all her fears and concerns. She didn't care about the bullying, her finished costume, her heroic plans of going out for a patrol.
She just cared about one bright spot in her shitty life.
So, when he gave her another order, she followed it immediately. "On your knees, Taylor. Worship my cock. Show me how much you appreciate being my model."
Taylor said nothing as she fell onto her knees hard enough to make a sound, taking sight of his cock, still glistening with her spit. It was big, thick, and intimidating, so she appreciated him grabbing her hair to help her.
She needed all the assistance she could get. "Smile," he ordered and took another photo before he pushed her down, once again filling her throat. Taylor shuddered even as her throat was filled again. It felt amazing enough to make her understand why people cared that much about sex.
But, as her throat was filled, she closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensation of being filled as Marcus used her throat as a toy. Taylor just accepted the invasion as he pushed again and again, enjoying the intrusion to her throat. The pain was a familiar friend, and letting it arrive together with pleasure was something she appreciated.
She opened her eyes, catching his gaze, kind yet domineering at the same time. She would have told him just how much she appreciated it, but his cock spearing her throat even as it forced her jaw to open to the limit made it difficult.
For a moment, she was tempted to write that using bugs in the room, but surprising him with her powers would ruin her fun. Instead, she gagged and wheezed around his cock, happy with what he was delivering.
She enjoyed it immensely, so she was surprised when he pulled her up. "Tell me, Taylor. Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
A rude, soulless question. Nothing like the romantic first time she dreamed of having when she was a child, when she was still best friends with Emma, dreaming of their romantic future. But, those dreams were just as dead as her dreams.
A rough first time in a motel was far more than she deserved. She found herself smiling naughtily. "Yes, fuck me. Use me —" she begged, only to be interrupted.
Considering that interruption was being thrown to the bed with her ass pointing up, she didn't complain. He pulled her panties down halfway, not wasting a moment before he slid inside her. Her heart drummed hard even as she realized she had lost her virginity.
A fact that she was barely able to process before he started pushing before the pain of her first time even disappeared, but the pleasure was quick to join. Then, he slapped her ass, and she moaned even louder.
"Tell me, Taylor, do you like it?" he said even as he grabbed her hair once more, pulling back her head painfully. Once again, she was impossibly away from her dream for the first time, yet more incredible at the same time.
"Yes, fuck me harder," she found herself begging, her words interrupted by her moans. Another slap landed on her ass, and she shivered. Her lips parted as he invaded her aggressively, filling her to the brim, and she loved it.
"Smile for the camera," he said, and Taylor twisted her neck, surprised that he didn't ignore taking her photos. But, it only excited her more. After all, if he wished, he had enough material to ruin her reputation forever. What difference one more picture would make.
Instead, she pulled his pillow to her and buried her face, crying freely as his thickness invaded her again and again, building another climax.
Only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
Taylor expected him to pull back. Instead, he started invading her even harder. "Oh, not this time," he growled. "I had enough of being interrupted."
Taylor blushed, realizing that it was a reference to her father's early arrival the day before. She wanted to say something, but with his hips invading her even harder, it quickly turned impossible. She shivered as her body shuddered with every push. He was incredibly strong, a fact that she only realized when he cut loose.
There was another knock, this time stronger, but Marcus ignored it in favor of impaling her hard. It was rude to keep a guest waiting, but Marcus clearly didn't care.
Taylor didn't either, not when she started shivering with another orgasm. He barely pulled back before exploding, covering her back with his seed. The pleasure was incredible enough that she could ignore anything.
It was why, when she felt the door open, she failed to react, unable to gather enough power to question who would actually enter without prompting. Instead, she just buried her face on the pillow. There was no harm as long as no one saw her face, right?
A decision that changed when she felt a sudden sensation of fear hitting her. Cape power, she realized in panic as she turned, ready to gather all the bugs to attack the interloper. A decision that got even more tempting when she saw the invader wearing a thick hoodie to hide her identity, covered enough that even guessing she was a woman was a challenge.
But, her feet were not pressing the ground, showing that she was a cape rather than being supported by one.
All her plans had been interrupted when she felt Marcus touching her back, calming her down. "Vicky, it's rude to just barge in," he said calmly, like it was completely normal. His confidence and sense of presence were shocking, but not as shocking as what followed when the woman in question pushed her hoodie back.
Taylor hadn't been expecting her first time to be interrupted by Glory Girl!
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