The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

MadHatter

Wednesday March 22, 2017

Deborah looked around the party and wondered why she even bothered.  Her modeling career wasn’t going anywhere and attending these fan conventions wasn’t helping either, all she ended up doing was talking to dozens of nerds all night, none of which she could use to advance herself.

Take for example the guy trying to pick her up at the moment, she was sure he still lived in his parents basement and spent all his money on the stupid getup he had one.

She felt a light touch on her elbow from behind and turned around just as she felt something land on her head, “Excuse me, your needed backstage.”

The man said but Deborah’s mind had suddenly gone blank as he lead her away from the crowd.

* * *

Deborah stood in front of the white backdrop and posed, like she had so many times in the past, but this time it was different.  Her body was not responding to her urgent pleas to run screaming from the studio, instead it followed the command of the man behind the camera.

“That’s good, now turn your head towards me, over your shoulder.”

Her body followed along and then the flashes came again.

Flash, flash, flash.

Her mind was still dazed, trying to recover from the flashes when he spoke again.

“Now part your lips, close your eyes and tilt your head back a bit.”

Before she realized it her body had followed his commands.

Flash, flash, flash.

“Now place your hands on your ass and push it out along with your chest.”

Flash, flash, flash.

“Now turn towards me and pull your top down.”

Flash, flash, flash.

“Down on your knees, spread your legs and put your arms behind your back.”

Flash, flash, flash.

“That’s right, look up here and wrap those lips around me.”

Flash, flash, flash.

Her head boobed up and down as her body was on fire, the continued flashing of the camera capturing every mind numbingly pleasurable moment until she felt his cum hit the back of her throat and then her own orgasm exploded.

* * *

Deborah walked out in to the parking lot, or at least she thought she had, she was in the parking lot, she could see her car, but she couldn’t really remember walking out of a door.

She blinked a few times and tried to remember where she had just been, but all that came to her was a sense of immense pleasure.

Her lips curled upwards in to a smile and she took a step towards her car, did it really matter where she had come from if it felt that good?

She guessed not and opened her car to drive home, she’d definitely be booking more of these conventions in the future.

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