It was a friday afternoon, my husband was working so I went to the mall, all seemed to be a regular shopping day, I saw some nice blouses in a clothing store and got in. I was watching some of the stuff, then a man came, I supposed he was the owner. He was very nice, and polite. I liked a green blouse and asked if I could try it on. He showed me the dressing room.

I went into the little room. Everything looked normal, but I had a strange feeling of being observed, I looked up and saw a small black device, I thought it was a fire detector and didn' t put attention on it.

I went back and told the man I would buy that green blouse.

"Good choice! I bet it looks georgeous on you! You know, I produce a clothing line, and I am looking for a model, With all respect but I see you have a magnificent body"

"Well I have never worked as a model"

"That doesn't matter at all, all that matters is, that you have a sexy figure. And you fit all of those requirements."

"But what would I be expected to do?"

"First of all, if you sign-up for a days screen test. But if you are the one that is selected, it could be worth fifty to a hundred grand, maybe more if other people start using you."

"You are kidding me?"

"No. this is a genuine chance in a lifetime"

"But what does this screen test entail, how long does it take, and where do I have to go to take it?"

"We call it a screen test, but really it's just a simple photo shoot. It takes about one hour. And if you're interested in doing it, we'll do it now.

"What you'd want me to go now?"

"Yes. I'm afraid its one of those things you have to grab quickly."

"I'll have to phone my husband to see what he thinks."

"That's up to you. But I know what he'll say. My honest advice is. If you want to do it, just grab the opportunity while you've got the chance. I'm not exaggerating when I say; this is a once in a lifetime chance. If you don't take it, then it's something you'll look back at in the future, and kick yourself for missing."

"But why do you say my husband won't want me to do it?"

"It's a male thing. He'll realise that if you do get selected, you'll be the main bread-winner. Most men can't handle their wife being more important than them. And they don't like other men looking at their wife's body."

"Looking at my body? Why what exactly would I be wearing?"

"For the photo shoot, you'll have your picture taken in this style of clothes, but you see it is not rude or offensive. Now I'm sorry to rush you, but if you are interested, we need to make plans . And if your not, then I'm sorry I took-up so much of your time."

I had only seconds to decide and see what comes out of it. Or phone my husband, and let him choose. But why should he know any better than me? At least I could see this man, talk to him, and make a judgement as to whether he looks trustworthy. Shit! If I phone him and he says no, then I can't go against him. But if I don't do this now, he's right; I'll regret missing this opportunity for the rest of my boring life.

"You promise me it's not a con trick?"

"Don't be silly. Would I be doing this at my own store?"

"And this photo shoot thing, the skimpiest thing I'll be expected to wear is this lingerie stuff?"

"As I said this is the only thing you would wear and you'll be photographed in. And I'm sure you've worn one of those before for your husband."

He'd now got a folder with some documents I'd been filling in, and he was looking through it.

"Ok. I hope I'm doing the right thing.
I began to think what a big important event this was that I'd been lucky enough to get a chance to join in with. And then I started dreaming of what it could mean if I actually got selected to do the advert. At this point I kept telling myself I'd got to be grown-up about this. No school girl shyness, I'm a grown woman, and I needed to try to make an impression.
If you go into the dressing room, you can strip off, and put this on. Then I'll be able to confirm your measurements and weight, and fill in these few other measurements."

With that he handed me the small folded piece of material, it hardly looked big enough to make a handkerchief.

As soon as I got inside the room I stripped off, and pulled on this stretchy costume. Like he said one size fits all, and it did. It had absolutely no padding or double thickness anywhere. My first reaction was that I dare not leave the room wearing just this costume. But once again I thought to myself this is what you're here for; he wants to see your body, so out I went.

"Oh yes!"

He expressed a lot of comments, all very complementary, even if some of them bordered on the improper side.

"Ok my dear; let's have you on these scales."

I stepped onto the scales.

"Nine seven. That's super. Ok I've just got to do some measurements. Shoulders' first."

He wrapped the tape measure around my shoulders, and as he read off the measurement, wrote it down on the form.

"Now bust."

He repeated this process, measuring all kinds of things like a dress maker would do. He'd finished all my upper body, and then he said.

"Right my dear. These next few are the ones that sometimes worry you ladies, especially if you're new to this game. I've got to get the measurement of the tops of your legs, and inner leg length. So first I'll need one leg stood up straight, and the other one nice and wide out of the way. I usually suggest you stand by my desk, and use the desk to balance. Then stretch your left leg across onto that chair. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"I'll try."

I did as he'd asked. I was stood upright, but my left leg was almost horizontal, leaving my crotch fully exposed.

"That's a good girl. Now you do realise when I take this measurement, my hand will make contact with your, ahem, well I'll say flesh. But you know what I mean. I know you've signed the disclaimer papers, but maybe you didn't realise that's what you'd agreed to. So just to be sure, are you ok with me touching you?"

Now I had no idea I'd signed anything that allowed him to ‘touch me' as he put it. But it was obvious if he was going to get an accurate measurement of my inner leg length, he'd have to get his measure, hence his fingers, up into my crotch. And he had gone to the trouble of asking if it was ok, so he must be genuine.

"Yes you do what you need to."

"I'm just going to get steady you, is that ok?"

"I don't think I need steadying."

"I'd feel happier if I did."

"Well ok, but I'm sure it's not necessary."

"Come-on."

He came up and stood right up close behind me, his body pushing up against my back. He wrapped his arm around me, placing his big hand on my tummy, and he pulled me tightly to his body. then asked.

"Is that ok, not too tight?"

"Yes its ok. But why do you need to hold me?"

"You realise you are here to be assessed? And that doesn't just mean taking photos; it's your general cooperation and behaviour."

"Yes I guess so."
"Well this is part of that assessment. Imagine; if we were in some exotic location, and we needed to hold you over a dangerous cliff edge. Then it would be no good at all if you got upset, just because someone put their hands on you while trying to make sure you were safe. We need to know you'll do what ever is necessary without hesitation. So are you ok with me holding you?"

"Yes, of course. I just couldn't think why you were doing it. But now you've explained."
"Are you happy so far, you've got no problems with what I am doing?"

"No. It's fine."

"Now you do remember saying you have no problem with me touching you? Is that still the case?"

Was he going to just take his measurements, and this was just a test, to see what I'd say? And if I start being awkward at this stage, will that blow my chance of getting selected. I had to trust him.

"Yes if you need to touch me, it's ok."

He knelt down and I felt his hand on the inside of my leg, about knee height. He stroked it slowly up and down my leg, not quite reaching my crotch, but going way past what would be stocking-top height.

"You have lovely soft skin. Do you mind me just stroking you for a minute?"

"Is this necessary?"

It wasn't that it didn't feel good, but it was obviously getting me aroused.

"No it's not necessary. If you want to go, you're free to leave at any time."

"Please I didn't mean that. I want the chance to be selected; if this is still part of my assessment, just carry on."

"Sometimes during a shoot, it's necessary to have our models sexually aroused. This can as I'm sure you're aware, make a big difference to the way your body looks. The shape of your tummy and upper leg muscles change, and this gives that sexy look. But it also makes your nipples show through the costume. You must have noticed your nipples are starting to react to me stroking your legs?"

I blushed.

"Yes I known."

"Don't be embarrassed, that's exactly what I´m looking for, it's good to have a model that gets worked-up easily. But I'd like to see just how pronounced they get when they're fully aroused. Would you mind if I try some gentle stroking on the outside of the costume?"

I hesitated for a second, but decided to go this one step further.

"I guess its ok."

"In that case, I'll carry on down here working on your thighs. What would be really helpful, would be if you can tell me when I find a spot that really gets you going. Then I'll soon get you aroused. It's as important for a girl to get aroused easily, as it is that she has a good figure."

I replied.

"I'll try."

But in truth, I didn't know if I could stand here letting this stranger stroke my body, and not just any part, I was expected to direct then to my ‘G' spots. His hand slid gently up my leg, until it touched my crotch. I let out a little gasp of breath.

"That's found one?"

I couldn't actually reply with words, my body was screaming to ask for more. So all I did was let out a stifled moan.

"Mmmmmm."

He stroked slowly back and forth, around the top of my leg, from under my bum, right forward up around the bare flesh exposed by the skimpy cut of the costume. Each time his finger rubbed passed either of my holes or my clit I gave a shiver, and let out another moan. He would just give me a knowing smile or wink. He wasn't going into the costume, but his stroking was close enough to get my pussy excited. . I'd now gone from scared, to a mixed feeling of fear and anticipation. I knew if they continued this stroking my pussy would soon start getting wet, and not long after that, my knees would go weak, and I'd start thrusting my hips. This I didn't want to happen, but unless he stopped soon, I'd have no control over what my pussy did.

He looked up at me.

"This is really getting you hot, isn't it?"

"Y yes."

"How much more can you take before your legs go weak?"

"I I don't know. Please stop now."

"So you're saying you won't let me give you the final test?"

"No, I didn't say that, I just don't want you getting me too aroused."

"So does that mean I can give you the final test or not?"

knew I had to let him, but I didn't want him inside the costume, playing with my pussy. It was one thing him rubbing my legs , but it would be a giant leap letting him feel my pussy. So I decided, even if I didn't get selected, it wasn't worth letting him finger me.

"Only, if it doesn't involve you putting your hand inside my costume."

"And if it does?"

"Then I'm going home now."

"Well that's ok then, because the final part of this test doesn't involve my touching your flesh at all. So can I carry on?"

"Ok."

He moved his hand directly under my crotch, and lifted until I felt one of his fingers make contact with the thin material of the gusset of the costume. My reaction was automatic, instant, and completely involuntary. Even though I was being held by my tummy, my hips sort of plunged downwards, pushing his finger and costume material into my cunt hole. Maybe only half inch or so; but that was enough to send a shudder through my whole body (and my ‘body hole'). He then drew it forwards, out of my hole, along my slot until he reached my clit. His finger circled around my clit, which with my aroused pussy,
"Please stop now."

"Oh come on. You can't expect me to stop now, that clit of yours feels amazing. Just let me pull the costume across to get a look at it."

"No please don't."

"If you let me just have a quick look, then we'll get on with the shooting, and I'll give you top marks for this part of your assessment."

"Just a look? You promise you won't touch me?"

"I promise. Can I look now?"

"Ok. But just a quick look then let me get my legs closed."

"Please, you've had your quick look. Let me get up now."

"Oh Blast! You've gone off the boil; your clit has disappeared back into hiding. Can I just stroke your pussy to get it aroused again?"

"No please, you promised no touching."

"That's right I did, but you did say I could look, so if I keep to my side of the bargain and don't touch you, I can look some more?"

"You did say just a quick look."

"But what is quick, it's all relative. Come on I've seen it now, surely it won't hurt if I look at you a bit more? Lets say just a minute; you can time me on the clock up there."

"Ok one minute, but then you let me get dressed?"

"It's a deal, one minute starting as soon as the second hand gets to the top"

There was a bout fifteen seconds to go before the second hand got to the top, but what the hell, ogling at my pussy for one minute or one minute fifteen seconds, what's the difference. But although he wasn't actually touching me, I couldn't stop him, and I guess I'd agreed to it, so I kept quiet and let him get on with it. Then 2 minutes, then 3, I started feeling so aroused, I was about to have an intense orgasm.

"Oh god. My cunt is going wild."

"Are you ready to show me the real Silvia?"

"Yes."

"Ohhhhhhh" I screamed and a big orgasm came "Ohhhhh"

When everything passed I asked him to stop

"how do you feel?"

"I don't know, it feels very strange. I can't hardly believe I've let you go this far."

"But you feel alright about it?"

"I guess so."

 

I put one hand onto his dick, and cupped his balls with my other hand. His dick immediately started throbbing, and it began to grow in my palm. I stroked my hands up his length, in the best way I knew how,

Girl you' re awesome, I need you give me head"

"Yes."

"Can you do deep throat?"

"I have done a couple of times, my husband doesn' t like it a lot."

"He must be stupid, I want you to do it for me. Are you ok with it."

"Yes"

Before I knew what was happening, I'd got just about his entire dick into my mouth. He was moaning and I was doing my best to please him. I felt his hot dick hit my throat, my cunt started spraying its sticky juice again

"Right are ready to try your next acting role?"

"Is there any more test?

Yes. It's one that contains simulated fucking. Do you have any idea what is involved?"

"not really, but I guess you'll laid on top of me, thrusting your hips back and forward, as if you' re fucking me."

"Something like that. I want to see if you can act something like that."

"Ok, but promise you won' t penetrate"

"Don' t worry."

He sit on a bench and hold me tight, we started moving like if we were fucking, he asked me to do more noises and groans..
"Louder baby, open your mouth, yes... like that yes"

My mind was flying then, feeling his dick harder and harder, and I was surprised my screams and moans did turn me on.

He then asked me to turn, I thought we would continue the simulation game, but then I felt He slid his dick slowly into my cunt. I was about to stop it but I let it happened, I was so very wet and horny. I took his hands and kept going, stretching me as it went, until his ball sack made contact with my crotch. It had slid in effortlessly, I was just well and truly on heat. We were there for 5 or 6 minutes, I was making it hard and harder, he kept asking me to scream and moan, I didn' t find that difficult, because I was realy feeling that pervert emotion of having sex with this stranger.

He had me by my hips, and was playing with my emotions, pumping me slowly.
"Faster , faster." I said

He did as I requested, and he was now holding onto my waist, pumping more dick into me than I'd ever been fucked with in my life before. I was now past the point where I couldn't control my actions. All I appeared to be capable of was garbled moans of pleasure.

"Oh god. Oh Oh Oh no. more. Faster. More please more. Oh oh oh oh no I'm I I'm cuming oh yes oh yes more fuck me more fuck me. Oh god!"

He made full long strokes, and he was pounding my for at least five, maybe ten minutes. I cummed 3 or 4 times more, He just wanted to fuck me,
I was totally beaten. Then he spoke up.

"Ok girl, are you ready to take it?"

I didn't answer, but I smiled, and nodded my head.

"Not good enough, You are still on test, you have to speak up, say you' re ready!."

"Yyy..Yes I'm ready for you."

That was all he needed, he started to cum like crazy.

I suddenly started to come to my senses. I'm really going to be a model. I was filled with such a feeling of elation. I know he'd tricked me, and I'd fucked, when I said that I wouldn't go that far. But what the hell, my husband fucks me whenever he wants to, and he's never made me into a super star.

"Ok love, there's a shower tray over there, get yourself cleaned-up, and get some of the clothes you like the most, they are yours"

"Wow Thanks, and what happened with the model job, did I pass the test?

"You did for sure, you are hired! Come tomorrow. You will model my clothing line"