Swimsuit Modeling is a Surprisingly Painful Job (Part 6/Finale)

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I had been lying there for a pretty long time, probably ten minutes or so when Tanya came over. "Hey," she said. I opened my eyes when I heard her. "You missed the wrap up meeting, so I figured I'd come find you and give you your box." She had switched to street clothes, a t-shirt and shorts, but she still looked sexy. The t-shirt was tucked into the shorts, so it still showed off really well just how small her waist and big her boobs were.

"What did I miss?"

"Oh, not much. You three were the last shoot to finish up. The girls changed and then when you weren't there, they went ahead and closed up the changing trailer. That's why I have your box. The wrap up meeting was pretty quick, just thanks for doing a good job, expect an email with raw images tomorrow, checks should be cut on Monday so expect them in the mail this week and let her know ASAP if yours hasn't arrived by Friday. Standard stuff."

She was holding a clear plastic bin with my street clothes as well as all the swimsuits I had worn. I saw that and asked, "We get to take the suits home with us?"

"Yeah, no one sells used swimwear, so they give us the ones we modeled. It's one of the perks of the job."

"Nice."

She smiled at me. "So, I still owe you some time playing with the girls. I looked up a motel near here if you want to follow me in your car."

"Uh, sure," I said, suddenly feeling eager to collect my reward. I pulled myself up off the ground. My balls were feeling much better now, but still aching. With no place to change, I put my clothes on over the target suit.

As I dressed, she remarked, "Looks like Alexis and Lisa got you pretty good, too. Did they promise you any rewards?"

"Just a tit flash at the end. The photographer took my giving you permission as a blanket statement. By the time I realized that, she'd already told the girls, and they were all excited. I felt like I couldn't say no."

She chuckled. "So, because you didn't want to hurt their feelings, you let them hurt your testicles?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"That reminds me. I put the card of the ballbusting fetish site that I model for in your box. They're looking for new models, and I told them I'd see what I could do. I gave the card to all the girls as well. Several of them seemed like they really enjoyed hurting your nuts."

"Yeah, they sure did," I said, my balls still feeling sore.

She chuckled. “You were a good sport about it. It was a lot of fun busting your balls. Very sexy.”

“Sexy? Really?”

“Oh yeah. The shoot made me so horny. I would totally have fucked you right then if there’d been some way to do it without us both getting fired.”

Just the thought of fucking her was enough that my cock was sticking up inside its suit again. Going to a motel with her was starting to sound like a better deal than I’d realized.

I had my clothes on at this point and had picked up my box. We headed to our cars. She said, "Okay, follow me."

She wasn't that careful a driver to follow, sometimes making me rush through a yellow light, but there was no way I was gonna lose my chance for another good grope of those big titties and, well, it sounded like maybe more.

We got to the motel. It was a little rundown place near the highway which had no problem renting us a room for the day. The room looked clean but smelled vaguely of weed.

To be honest, the first thing we did when we got there was to take turns using the bathroom. She went first and then I had a big pee and drank a bunch of water. I think I'd let myself get a little dehydrated during the shoot. After my turn she went into the bathroom again and when she came out, she was wearing only the tiny shiny gold bikini that I'd seen her in before.

"You like?"

Of course I did. She had an amazing figure and this bikini hid just enough of her body to tease me. I could feel my cock stiffening again. “You look amazing!”

“Let’s get these clothes off you,” she said, grabbing the edge of my shirt and stepping in to pull it up. I helped pull it over my head and then unbuttoned my shorts. I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I still had the target suit on underneath, and Tanya was looking eagerly at my crotch. “Oh, I’d forgotten you were still wearing that.”

“I haven’t had the chance to change, but I can take it off, now.”

“That’s okay. Keep it on for now. I like seeing you in it.” Suddenly she gave me a little swat to the balls.

“Ow,” I said, surprised, as I bent a little at the waist.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she said. “I just wanted to see how tender they still were, plus it’s sexy getting a reaction out of you.”

“Well, I guess that’s okay, but it really hurts,” I said, not wanting to tell her that she couldn’t do something she found sexy, but also not wanting to encourage her to continue to abuse my nuts. I stepped out of my sandals that I was wearing and, now that I was nearly naked, wanted to switch my focus back to her body rather than mine. “Your tits look amazing in that top.”

“Thanks. It does show an awful lot of them, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It does a nice job of showing enough to tantalize without quite revealing everything.”

“Does that mean you want me to keep it on?” she asked with a teasing tone to her voice.

“No, I would much rather see you take it off.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, drawing it out.

“Please take it off for me.”

“Well, okay, since you’ve been such a good boy and let me hurt your balls so badly, I guess I will for you.” She removed it slowly, sort of doing a little strip-tease where she even shook her boobs at me some. I was so excited to see her naked breasts again. She was nicely built even without factoring in her huge boobs, but as she did have them, her figure just took my breath away. Seeing her topless was already enough to get my cock just pulsing in its sleeve in the target suit.

I was almost afraid to ask, but I wanted it so badly now that I had to. “Can I play with them now?”

"Sure,” she answered, very casually, “but I'm kind of tired of standing, though. So let’s do this over here." She climbed onto the bed and then crawled across it and lay down. I don't know if you've ever seen a extremely busty woman crawl across a bed, but it's a sight to behold. Her huge tits hung down beneath her with her puffy nipples looking even puffier than usual as they were at the bottom of her breasts and the weight of them seemed to push her nipples out further, and as she crawled, her big hanging tits jiggled and shook. And that was nothing compared to the big jiggle when she flopped down into the bed.

Those were some huge natural titties, and I could not wait to get hold of them again. When she patted the bed next to her, indicating that I should be there, I practically leapt onto the bed.

We were both lying on our sides facing each other. My left hand had a comfortable grip on her big, soft right tit. My right hand was under me, so it was really awkward getting hold of her left tit with it, but boy was I trying. It was amazing just getting to grope such massive breasts. I was extremely hard in my suit. My erection was straining against the spandex. She reached down with her free right hand and began to stroke my cock along the length of it.

"Oh, God," I exclaimed. I was kneading her huge tits in my hands, feeling their softness, firmness, and weight in my hands, enjoying their size by squeezing them with my fingers spread wide, feeling the flesh of her tits between them and looking at how much bigger than my hands they were. I was so horny right then that even her light touch to my cock felt like it was almost too much.

She giggled a little at my response. "Feeling sensitive, are we?"

"You're amazingly sexy, and yeah, by this point I'm about ready to blow."

"Well, we can't have that. Not yet, anyway," she said. And then she reached further down, and grasped my testicles and squeezed them together, against each other. It was a sharp, brief squeeze and it made me gasp. She giggled at my response. "Just to take the edge off."

We continued like that for a while. I got to touch and squeeze and caress her huge, soft, natural titties, and while I did she would give my throbbing erection two or three gentle strokes all the way up and down the length of it, and then she'd give my nuts a sharp squeeze and giggle when I gasped.

I don't know how long we kept that up, but it seemed like forever. I just couldn't get enough of her tits, and she seemed to be enjoying keeping me near the edge, stroking me closer and then squeezing me back.

I honestly felt like we might just keep doing that forever until she eventually said, "All this teasing is driving me crazy. Please suck my nipples!"

It hadn't occurred to me that I might be teasing her, too. But with an invitation like that, of course, I did not hesitate. I moved my mouth down to her big puffy right nipple immediately and began to suckle at it eagerly. In the process of lining up my mouth to her chest, my crotch had moved outside of her reach, so instead she put her hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. Then, after a moment, she applied some gentle pressure, pushing my face into her soft breast.

Even without any stroking, my cock was still pulsing against the spandex. I was lost in the bliss of the experience of suckling at her enormous tit while hearing her make little noises of pleasure, Indicating that she was clearly getting off on this, too.

After several minutes of that she suddenly pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. She leaned forward over me and pushed her left nipple into my mouth instead. Taking her cue, I sucked on that one just as eagerly. She shifted her weight such that she was pressing her whole left boob against my face and then she shifted her crotch back and started rubbing her pussy against my hard cock, dry humping me through the target suit.

She left out soft little moans. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to be able to come just from nipple stimulation and dry humping. I was getting very close, myself, although all the rubbing of my cock head through spandex was also beginning to irritate it.

After several minutes of sucking on her left nipple, she dragged it away from my eager mouth, turning her torso so that her left breast pulled away from me with her nipple eventually popping away from the suction my desperate lips were providing, but just as that happened, her big right boob smacked into the other side of my face.

She was still so close down that she just dragged her breast across my face, pressing it against me as she moved it sideways until her right nipple reached my mouth. Of course I sucked on that nipple once it was pressed against my lips.

After a couple of minutes, she switched back, pulling her right nipple away, smacking my face with her heavy left breast, dragging it across my face until I was sucking on that nipple instead.

She switched back and forth every couple of minutes like that. I'm not even sure for how long. I just know that I was getting more and more desperately horny, that the dry humping was making me feel like I was going to come in my swimsuit at any moment, but I didn't, and also that my cock head was getting more and more chafed from the rubbing.

Finally, she sat up, pulling her breasts away from me entirely. "I need you inside me. Do you have a condom?"

Well, I felt like an idiot. When I had been planning things out, I'd just been worrying about this as a job. Despite the fact that I knew that I'd be spending all day with hot girls in very little clothing while showing off my own very nice body, the idea that this might lead to a hook up had never occurred to me. So despite having a big box of condoms at home, I hadn't brought any with me.

"Uh, no."

“Well, then, I guess you'd better eat me out." She untied the strings from the side of her bikini bottoms and let them fall. Then she slid forward, leaving them behind. I sort of felt like her intention was just to slide all the way up my body and onto my face, but of course, I have shoulders and arms, so those got in the way of her legs. So once she got that far up, she had to do a sort of awkward climbing over my shoulders. Honestly, it was terrific watching it from beneath her.

She had shaved bare, so I had a very good view of her snatch. Her pussy lips were a little swollen and bright pink. Her juices were dripping. She hadn't been kidding when she said she was wet. Her pubic area and stomach were nicely toned and flat. Above that her huge tits shook as she climbed over me, shaking and quivering in that way that only hefty natural tits do.

As she finished her adjustment, her pussy descended towards my mouth and I awaited it eagerly. I only wanted two things in that moment, to make her cum like crazy and then to ejaculate myself. Once my tongue started working on her clit, it didn't take long for her to start making all sorts of fun noises of arousal.

Within a few minutes, she came with a screaming orgasm. I kept at it, though, and several more minutes later, she had another one. After that second one, her posture seemed to slacken some, and I thought she might have had enough. I gave my tongue a rest and just lay my head back a little.

To my surprise, she learned backwards, turning her torso, and grabbed my nuts in her left hand. She gave them a good firm squeeze. I yelped in pain. She smiled down at me and simply said, "Keep licking."

I did as I was told, and she eased up on the squeeze, but didn't release them. Any time I slowed for a moment or paused to catch my breath, she would increase the pressure again. As she started to build to her third orgasm and her noises got more intense, so did her grip. I'm not sure she was aware of it, but the closer she got to orgasm, the harder she squeezed. Finally once she came, she released the pressure.

When she stopped squeezing, I also relaxed and stopped licking. My break lasted about ten seconds before she gave them another good squeeze and said, "Keep going. I didn't tell you you could stop."

This pattern repeated several more times. Each orgasm was harder to coax out of her than the previous. Finally, after the one which took a solid twenty minutes of licking, she decided that she'd had enough. She climbed off of me and moved into more of a snuggling position. Her body was parallel to mine with her head on my left shoulder, her arm on my chest, her breasts against the side of my chest, and her left leg across my left leg. My cock was still rock hard, and she reached over and started playing with the head of my cock.

“That was delicious! Thank you. I needed that so bad.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, automatically.

“I bet you’re getting pretty eager to cum, too.”

“Yes, please,” I said.

“It’s been a lot of fun dragging this out, but I guess you’ve earned it. Some good nut beating and getting me off quite well, even if it did take a little extra coaxing,” she paused to pat my nuts gently and giggle quickly, “so, you’re choice, hand job, blow job, or tit job.”

I had never had an opportunity with someone so busty before, and although I kind of wanted a blow job because, well, I pretty much always want a blow job, I knew I would regret it if I didn’t choose the tit job, so that’s what I went with.

She said, “sure,” and gave me a smile. She went and looked in her bag and found some lotion to use as lube while I went ahead and finally freed my cock from the swimsuit. All the rubbing of the head through the suit had left it very red and somewhat tender to the touch. I worried a little, but I figured that feeling big soft boobs on it would probably be okay. She had me sit on the edge of the bed while she knelt on the floor. She lubed up my cock with the lotion she’d found before slowly sliding her tits down either side of my throbbing erection.

She squeezed her boobs together, trapping my cock in between and used her hands to move her breasts up and down. My cock wound up resting against her rib cage as her big boobs pressed against it there. Initially, it wasn’t very forceful. It felt nice and soft, and the situation was just extremely sexy, but it wasn’t really giving me a strong enough sensation to push me towards orgasm quickly. But then she started squeezing them in together against my cock more forcefully. As my cock slid up and down in the valley of her cleavage, I could feel my cock head starting to get more and more irritated just from the skin-on-skin contact, but I could also feel an orgasm building.

And that’s when her phone rang. Immediately, she disengaged from the tit job and pulled it out from her bag and answered it. I could only hear the tone of the other half of the conversation, which sounded extremely upset, and her half which went something like, “She did what? Why? Okay, okay. I’m on my way. Don’t do anything.” She started pulling clothing on, already about halfway through.

When she hung up, she said to me, “Sorry, my sister is out of town, that was the babysitter. My niece did, well, I didn’t understand, but it’s an emergency. Sorry!” By this point she was adequately dressed, if not neatly dressed, and slipping her shoes on. As she headed out the door, she called “I don’t want to leave. Sorry to leave you hanging. Call or text me. I’ll make it up to you!” And with that, the door was swinging shut behind her and I was left sitting on the bed with a throbbing erection now just bobbing in the air with no big soft breasts to engulf it. I didn’t even get a chance to call out to her that I didn’t have her number.

I wasn’t mad. It didn’t seem like a plan or anything. It definitely seemed like a genuine emergency. But I certainly was disappointed. My hard cock demanded attention, so I headed to the bathroom to have a wank over the toilet (I didn’t want to make a mess in the room). But I found that my cock head was even more sensitive, especially something about the way I usually jerked off seemed to be irritating it around the edge more than the tit job had, so every little stroke was painful, and it also felt like such a letdown. One moment, my cock was between one of the largest, nicest pairs of boobs I’ve ever even seen and now, just moments later, I’m having a lonely wank in front of the toilet. That’s just too big a change to feel good about. It really did sort of fuck with my head-space. My cock didn’t really want my hand any more. It still wanted those big soft tits.

I realized also that a lot of time had elapsed since I’d drunk all of that water, and without anything sexy happening to me in an immediate way, my need to pee was suddenly butting in. So, I decided to delay my masturbation at least until after I had peed. But once I peed, I didn’t feel quite as horny. Oddly, having a bunch of liquid propelled out at high speed from the penis seems to sometimes sharply decrease my interest in ejaculation. It’s like somehow what happened was physiologically close enough to the thing I’d wanted to do that the urge maybe didn’t go away entirely, but at least decreased significantly.

So, in the end, I didn’t masturbate. Since I had the motel room for a bit more, I put on some clothes, went out to the car, found my underwear, and changed back into that so that I wouldn’t just be wearing the target suit forever. After dropping off the room keys (hers was still on the dresser where she’d put it down, thank goodness), I drove home. The motel had been in the wrong direction for me, but it was okay. I didn’t have anything else scheduled.

I got home, had a sandwich and decided that I felt like a nap. The combination of all the posing and the come down from all the stress hormones from getting my balls hurt over and over again had left me feeling pretty wiped out. It was only late afternoon, but I figured I’d nap for a bit and then go out to a bar or something in the evening. I was more wiped out than I thought and wound up sleeping until like 10:45pm, when I woke up feeling kind of weird and groggy. At that point, I’d already missed text messages from my friends about going out, so it just didn’t seem worth it. I watched a little TV and played some video games and ate some food and at like 2 am, my body decided it was bedtime again. This time I slept until late morning and woke up full of energy and also with some absolutely raging morning wood.

I had a quick pee, but the hard on came right back afterwards. I had slept in just my boxer briefs, but I have an apartment to myself, so I just headed over to my computer to look at some porn. When I got there, I happened to notice that I had some email. It included the raw pictures from the shoot. And not just the pictures of me: the pictures of everyone. They’d just stuck them in a shared Google drive folder and shared it with each of us. It was great looking through the pictures. I downloaded the whole thing to my hard drive just in case they were gonna remove it at some point.

I started, of course, by looking at myself to make sure I looked pretty good, and, honestly, I did. My muscles looked nice and my package even looked quite impressive. I don’t know if I’ll really have a career as a swimwear model, but I did at least look good in this shoot.

But, of course, once I knew I was good, I switched over to the girls. I actually started out by looking through Hailey’s shoots. She was the only of the five girls with natural tits who I hadn’t been in a photo shoot with, so I kind of felt more curious about her. I liked her blonde curly hair, and she looked amazing. She had sort of a big rib cage where her tits really stuck out really visibly, but still with a very small waist beneath it. She also had an especially nice ass. The day before when I couldn’t just stare, I knew she was hot, but the individual details hadn’t really jumped out at me.

As I looked at those pictures of her wearing the tiniest of tiny bikinis, showing off her figure so well, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock driving me to further horniness. After the end of her solo photo shoots, I hit the first of her multi-person shoots: a two girl shoot with her and Tanya. As hot as Hailey was, Tanya’s tight body with enormous tits just eclipsed her immediately in my mind. Seeing the two of them together was hot, but in my mind, there was no doubt who the hotter one was.

I had sort of been planning to save Tanya for my “dessert” so to speak, but now with her there in front of me, I couldn’t convince myself to look at anyone else at that time. So I looked through her photos from the beginning. She looked amazing in each and every tiny little bikini, and on top of that, there was at least one nip slip in each set. Those tiny bikinis were just not that good at keeping her massive tits covered, and it was thrilling to see. Finally, towards the end, I got to her ballbusting shoot with me.

I thought I would probably just cringe my way through watching that one, but as I watched her toy with my tender testicles with such a combination of cruelty and obvious delight, as I heard her and the photographer laughing together as I rolled around on the sand holding my nuts, I felt different. I imagined that, looking at it from the outside, I would just feel sorry for that poor guy I saw getting his balls repeatedly busted by her, but, instead, I felt almost jealous of that guy. There was something about the way she looked at him and used his testicles to manipulate him was, well, kind of hot. It was only mean in a playful way, and she was clearly having a lot of fun.

The pictures from that shoot were hot. The look of mischief in her eyes was so hot, and she was looking right at his balls in almost every picture whether or not she was in the process of hitting them. But the movies were so much hotter. You could see and hear how much fun she was having and even sometimes see her biting her lower lip just a little to try to reign in her arousal. That guy in the video didn’t feel like her victim, he felt like her sex toy, just a toy that she was playing with in a mean way. And, of course, that guy in the video wasn’t really a separate person, he was just me from the day before. So what felt a little like jealousy instead just served to color my memories, giving me a new sexier light to see them in, helping me appreciate them in retrospect.

I found myself rewatching the videos of her hurting my balls several times with my cock throbbing in my hand. And then I went to my box of swimsuits from the day before, took off my boxer briefs, put on the target suit, and started stroking myself through that. When Tanya hurt my balls in the video, I would give them a little squeeze or pat in real life, not enough to hurt myself, but enough to remind myself of how vulnerable they are. Soon, I wound up masturbating myself through the suit, and eventually cumming in it.

That night I wound up wearing the Aztec suit while watching Letitia pull me around by my balls. At the time, I was so caught up in the sensation that I didn’t pay much attention to her attitude towards it, really. Plus, from the pictures I could see the expression on her face clearly. She had a huge fucking smile when she was dragging me around by the nuts. I couldn’t tell if she looked more empowered or aroused, but both of those emotions showed in her face. I came in that suit, too, and threw the lot of them in the washer.

The next morning, I got the target suit out of the dryer and wore it while watching the two girls in schoolgirl outfits bully my tender balls. Lisa and Alexis were terribly sexy and I wound up cumming in the target suit yet again. The whole rest of the week went like that. I looked at a lot of the other pictures, but every time my finisher was one of the videos of girls abusing my balls. Each time before I came, I started to think that ballbusting was really hot and I should get my balls hurt by girls more. After I came, though, it always felt like a terrible idea.

But finally, on the next Saturday after it had been a full week of it, I went into the box which I still had sitting on the floor, and I found the card that Tanya had left me. I called and left a message with them. “Hey, I got this card from Tanya. She said you were looking for new models both to kick and, um, to be kicked. I think I’d like to try it.”

The End