Modelling for Camera Club When First Married
Copyright© 2026 by AnnaTartyWife
Chapter 3
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 3 - How I had fun modelling for a camera club when I was married and in my 20s.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cheating Slut Wife Rough Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Lactation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Water Sports
Panting and slick with sweat, milk, and cum, I leaned against the table, my torn pantyhose clinging wetly to my thighs, Mark’s load dripping from my stretched pussy.
The other four guys—Graham with his pot belly heaving, Dan’s stout frame shifting restlessly, James towering skinny and leering, Kevin’s long hair tousled as he gripped his zipper—stared at me like starving dogs, their cocks still bulging hard in their pants.
Cameras lay forgotten for a moment, but the air hummed with their filthy mutters. ‘Fuck, Anna, you took that pounding like a pro,’ Graham bellowed, his loud voice echoing, hand rubbing his erection through his jeans. ‘But we’re not done. Get your ass changed again—something even sluttier. We want that French maids slutty getup. And tease us while you do it; don’t hide behind the screen this time.’ James, the tall leader with his dirty mind already clearly spinning, nodded sharply. ‘Yeah, strip right here, you milky cum-dump. Let us shoot the change—every inch of skin, every drop leaking out.’ My heart raced at the command, the post-orgasm haze making me bold. I straightened up, feeling fresh trickles of cum slide down my inner thighs, and started unbuttoning the ruined blouse fully, letting it fall open to expose my heaving, milk-smeared breasts.
‘You boys want a show? Watch close,’ I purred, shimmying the grey striped mini skirt down my hips slowly, bending at the waist to step out of it, ass thrust back toward them. The torn pantyhose crotch gaped, revealing my puffy, cum-filled slit, and flashbulbs popped as Dan knelt low for up skirt angles, capturing the mess. ‘Goddamn, look at that cream pie oozing out—your pussy’s wrecked, slut,’ he grunted, his thick cock outline straining his pants. I peeled the shredded hose down next, rolling them off inch by inch, legs spread wide for their lenses. Cool air hit my bare, dripping folds, and I dipped a finger in the leaking cum, bringing it to my lips with a wink. ‘Mm, Mark’s spunk tastes so good—want a closer look at how full I am?’
Kevin groaned, his stamina-fuelled erection twitching as he snapped shots of my ass cheeks parting slightly. ‘Tease that hole, Anna—push some out for the camera. Fuck, you’re gonna make me bust a nut just watching.’
Obeying, I reached back and spread my lips, a thick glob of cum plopping onto the floor with a wet splat, drawing crude laughs and more clicks. Finally, I unclasped the push-up bra, my heavy tits bouncing free, nipples still leaking thin streams of milk that I caught and flicked toward Graham. ‘Catch, big boy—your turn to get messy later.’
He lumbered closer, pot belly jiggling, and licked it off his shirt with a filthy grin. ‘Sweet as sin, you lactating whore. Hurry up and suit up; my cock’s aching to see you prance in that maid dress.’ Naked now except for the high black heels and anklet jingling on my left, I grabbed the French maid outfit from the bag, slipping it on piece by piece under their hungry gazes. First, the white stockings—a thick black seam running up the back, I sat on the table edge and rolled them up my legs deliberately slow, crossing and uncrossing to flash my bare pussy each time. ‘Like the seams, boys? They lead right to where you wanna bury your faces,’ I teased, standing to smooth them, the garters snapping against my thighs.
The short black dress came next, feather-duster trim and all, so tiny it barely skimmed my arse, the low-cut top pushing my breasts up like an invitation. I zipped it halfway, letting one strap slip off my shoulder to expose a nipple beading milk. ‘Oops—does this need adjusting?’
Flashbulbs erupted as James circled, his skinny frame leaning in. ‘Leave it, slut—tit out for the photos. Bend over and dust that floor; give us up-skirt heaven.’ I did, grabbing the duster and swishing it low, skirt flipping up to bare my stocking tops and the curve of my arse, no panties to hide the cum still trickling from my slit. ‘Fuck yes, that bare cunt’s winking at us—spread wider, maid,’ Mark commanded, his big cock already refilling in his jeans.
Stepping into the black high heels, the anklet chimed again, I twirled for them, the dress hem rising to flash everything. Their voices overlapped in a torrent of filth. ‘Holy shit, those seamed stockings scream ‘fuck me’—hike that skirt and pose on all fours,’ Dan demanded, his stout body kneeling for low shots, thick bulge prominent. Graham bellowed, ‘You’re our dirty little cleaner now, Anna—wipe up your own mess with that duster, then tease your holes with it.’ Kevin, stroking himself openly now, added, ‘Yeah, make that pussy drip more; I wanna see it soak those stockings.’ I dropped to my knees, ass high, and dusted teasingly between my legs, the feathers brushing my clit and making me gasp.
‘You like watching your maid get wet? Bet you’d love to make me clean your cocks next.’ The up-skirt frenzy intensified, lenses capturing every glimpse of my exposed lips, the white stockings contrasting my flushed skin. The teasing had me throbbing again, milk beading at my nipples through the slipped strap. Spotting a huge cucumber on the nearby prop table—thick as my wrist, ridged and green—I grabbed it with a wicked smile. ‘Boys, this looks just right for a maid’s duties. Watch me polish it clean as I look at some porn!’ Their eyes widened, cocks all tenting hard.
I selected a couple of magazines that James had brought with him, one soft-core one. Lots of lingerie pics and sets and some filthy reader letters which I read aloud. One story about a wife being fucked by her husbands brothers. Then I began flipping through the pages of a hardcore style mag, one of the continental ones. Lots of hard cocks, wet cunts, sucking and fanny licking and hot and hard fucking action. The guys loved me telling them how much i loved the scenes as I diddled my clit, finger fucked myself then started to use the cucumber in earnest. As I started to work on myself the guys circled again, “Shove that veggie in your slut hole—fuck yourself slow for the camera,’ James snarled, his dirty mind loving it. I leaned back against the table, legs splayed wide in the heels, stockings taut, and dragged the cucumber along my slit, coating it in my juices and leftover cum. ‘Mm, so big—like one of your fat cocks. Should I?’ Graham roared, ‘Do it, you teasing bitch—ram it deep and make those tits spray.’ Pushing the tip in, I stretched around its girth, inch by inch, moaning as it filled me. The dress rode up completely, seams of the stockings framing the penetration perfectly for their up-skirt shots.
I pumped it in and out slowly at first, twisting to hit my spots, free hand squeezing a breast to coax milk droplets. ‘God, it’s splitting me—watch my pussy swallow it whole.’ Flashbulbs popped non-stop, Dan zooming on the way my lips gripped the green shaft. ‘Look at that greedy cunt—fuck it harder, Anna; squirt for us.’
Building speed, I thrust deeper, the cucumber slick with my arousal, and pinched my nipple hard—warm milk arcing out to splatter Kevin’s shirt. He groaned, one hand down his pants. ‘Yes, milk those udders while you veggie-fuck—spray me again, slut.’ The pressure coiled tight; I slammed the cucumber balls-deep one last time, walls clenching as climax hit, juices gushing around it in hot spurts that soaked the stockings and floor. ‘I’m cumming—fuck, so deep!’ Milk jetted from both nipples now, spraying wildly over Graham and James as I thrashed, the anklet tinkling with each buck.
Pulling the cucumber out with a wet pop, pussy gaping and leaking, I licked it clean teasingly. ‘Tastes like me—now, who wants their cock polished next?’ They didn’t hesitate, unzipping and stripping off in unison. Mark’s big long cock sprang free first, veined and thick; Graham’s average but rigid from his pot belly; Dan’s short and stout, girth as promised; James’s skinny length curving up; Kevin’s stamina beast, long and ready. I crawled to them on knees, dress hiked up, and started with Mark, sucking his head deep, tongue swirling. ‘Mmm, so thick—I’m gonna make you throb.’ He gripped my hair, thrusting shallow. ‘Suck it good, maid—get it sloppy.’ I worked on him with my tongue and mouth getting him solid.
Moving to Graham, I deepthroated him, his loud moans filling the room. ‘Fuck yeah, swallow my meat, you dirty bitch.’
Dan was next, his thickness stretching my jaw; ‘Choke on it, Anna—make those lips bulge.’ Then James fed me his curved shaft, dirty talk flowing: ‘Taste how hard you make old men, slut.’ Finally Kevin, stamina endless as I bobbed fast, his hands guiding. ‘That’s it—suck like you mean it; we’re gonna wreck you after.’ Cocks rock-hard and slick from my mouth, they pulled me up for the main event. Taking pics as they did so as best they could.
James went first, singularly, bending me over the table doggy-style, his skinny hips slamming his cock into my dripping pussy. ‘Take the leader’s dick, you teasing whore—milk it with that tight hole.’ I pushed back, dress flipped up, stockings seams straight for the up-skirt cams still clicking. Squeezing my tits, milk squirted onto the wood as he pounded, my moans mixing with his grunts. ‘Spray more, lactating slut—fuck, your walls are sucking me.’
My climax built fast; I came hard around him, juices flooding, and he pulled out to paint my face with thick ropes, hot spurts hitting my cheeks and lips and dripping down my slutty face. ‘Open wide—swallow the leader’s load.’ I did as told and was glazed in rope after rope of white spunk. Mark claimed me next, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders in the high heels. His big long cock speared me deep, stretching me wide. ‘Feel that length, Anna? I’m gonna rearrange your guts.’ He rutted hard, one hand milking my breast—streams arcing to hit Dan in his face as he was watching. Filthy dialogue poured: ‘Your pussy’s creaming on me—squirt that tit juice while I fuck you raw.’ Another orgasm ripped through, milk spraying wildly over his chest as he thrust, then he.withdrew to add his cum-load to my face, blasts coating my forehead and tongue. Spurt after spurt hitting my tongue, cheeks and forehead, ‘Marked you good, cum-slut.’
Dan’s turn, stout body mounting me missionary, his thick cock plugging my entrance snug. ‘Gonna stuff this fat dick in your wet sloppy cunt—beg for it.’ ‘ Please, Dan—split me wide,’ I gasped, legs wrapping his waist, anklet brushing his hip. He hammered short, powerful strokes, my tits bouncing, nipples leaking steadily. ‘Look at you leaking everywhere—suck on these while I breed you.’
I latched onto my own nipple, milk dribbling as I suckled my tits for this filthy fucker as he pounded me as he groped the other, another climax was hitting me mid-thrust, my aching pussy clamping his girth. He groaned, pulling out to unload on my face, his thick white ropes of jizz mixing with the others, dripping down my chin. ‘Facial number three for the slut —wear it proud.’ My face was now a mess of thick gooey spunk, my hair matted, my chin dripping rivulets of cum.
Now the threesomes kicked in, stamina high. Graham and Kevin first for a spit-roast: Graham in my mouth, pot belly pressing as I sucked hard on his cock to get him hard again, Kevin behind sliding into my ass—his long cock lubed by my pussy juices.