Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 11

"Holy shit," I said as my dick woke up, "I don't think I could survive 'Naked Day' with all three of you. Even if we didn't have sex, I'd pass out from loss of blood to the brain from my dick being hard all day."

"Yeah," Britt laughed, her hand wrapped around my dick; "maybe a whole day isn't a good idea. Maybe just an afternoon or we could have them over for movie night."

My cock swelled and she grinned at me, happy with my reaction; "Jeez, porn and three naked women in my bed; I don't know if that's such a good idea."

Britt threw the covers back, cock in hand and gave it a good morning kiss; "Well it sounds like a great idea to me, now go take a leak. We need to go clean up our mess before the tow truck gets here."

Britt was already at the car with Windex and rags by the time I made it out there. Wearing only one of my old 'T's, I didn't do much more than watch her legs and ass and take down the camera and lights. The El Camino looked as good as when it was delivered and the floor only received a little damage that could easily be touched up. FYI, jizz, lube and sweat will loosen up latex paint. We rolled the car off the set area and pointed it toward the exit. That done, we headed back inside for a quick breakfast and it was soon time to head off to work.

**Around 10 a.m.** As far as Mondays go, this one was going rather smoothly and it was a good thing, because all I could think about was my love, Britt, bent over the hood of a classic car, demanding that I fuck her ass till hell wouldn't have it. It had been a fantastic weekend and the future only looked brighter. I was sitting at a red light, my mind elsewhere when the phone rang. Bluetooth in place, I answered; "This is George."

"Hi baby," Britt replied, "are you on speaker? Your voice sounds funny."

"No, it's this damn Bluetooth. One day it sounds good and the next day it sounds like a soup can on the end of a string."

"Well, I can still hear you fine. I just thought I would update you on what's going on this morning. About a half hour after you left, the flatbed showed up and loaded up the El Camino. I called Mike over at Design Graphics and let him know it was on the road. He asked how the shoot went and when he could expect to see some proofs. I told him that we would probably finalize our picks this afternoon and then forward them to him. I let him know that they wouldn't be touched up or anything, just the raw shots."

"That sounds great baby; I may even finish a little early today, so we can easily get something to him. Did Mike happen to say what the next car would be and when we would get it?"

"As a matter of fact, I asked him just that. He said that he has two lined up. The first one is something called a rat rod or something like that and the other some kind of sports car; I don't remember what he said it was. He did say that he will email us some snapshots of them so we can coordinate the swimsuits. Oh, and just to add a wrinkle to the plan, the rat rod will only be available for a day, maybe two and then it is being shipped out of state."

"Well, I guess we'll make it work," I said. "A rat rod is like a hot rod only it's usually a car that is meant to be driven and not just a show piece and it also is usually made up of different parts and pieces of different cars, sort of a one-of-a-kind deal. Most of them that I've seen are two-seaters and not that big. Since we have the time constraint, you may just have to be the model in that shot. Two girls may be too much for a smaller car anyway."

"Okey-dokey," she said. "I'll let you know when I get the pics from Mike and then we'll figure out what you want me to wear." Pausing, she continued in a sultry tone, "By the way, after the El Camino left, I took a peak at the shots we did last night. Fuck, they are really hot. I couldn't help but pull my shorts off, sit here in your chair with my legs up on your desk, spread wide and finger myself till I came all over your chair. You look so fucking hot, all sweaty, grabbing my hips and fucking my ass. Shit, I'm getting horny again just thinking about it."

The blue hair in the Caddy behind me, leaning on her horn brought me back to the present. "God Britt, you have to quit doing this to me while I'm driving. I've got a hard-on that won't let me lift my leg to get to the clutch." I managed to make it through the light before it turned red again, pissing off the line of cars behind me.

Britt was laughing out loud, listening to the honking and the gnashing of gears. "I'm sorry baby. You just get me all hot and bothered and just the sound of your voice makes me wet."

I heard a little chime in the on her end through my half-ass hands-free device; "Oh hey, I just got an email from Mike; let's see what a rat-rod is. Hang on a minute and no playing with yourself," she giggled. I heard her lay the phone down and put the mouse through its paces. "Okay, here it is. Oh hey, that's cool; it's bright red and black and it looks like an old car body that has had the roof cut off and the whole thing is real low to the ground. And you're right, it doesn't look very long, so yeah, if Gina and I stood in front of this thing, you wouldn't see much of it at all."

I had to laugh; "Trust me, with you two, dressed in skimpy bikinis; I'm not sure guys would notice a flaming school bus behind you. So what is the other car?"

"Oh, aren't you sweet; there are some girls out there who probably wouldn't notice the bus either," she snickered. "So let's see here, hmm; I still don't know what kind of car it is but it looks foreign and it's a convertible and it's white with, what are they called; wire wheels?"

"Alright," I said, my erection beginning to subside; "sounds like we're getting a pretty good selection of cars. So the hot rod is red; how about putting you in blue; you look amazing in blue, with the blonde hair and blue eyes."

"Aww George, you know just what to say to a girl," she said in a pseudo-Southern accent. "I can already visualize our photos on this one. You sitting bare-ass on the hood and me fucking myself on your big ol' cock, fucking you like your cock is the hood ornament. Fuck, that's gonna be nasty." She paused and I heard a little whimper; probably has her finger in her pussy again, I thought as I tried to rearrange my reawakened appendage. "And," she continued, " it looks like we have to shoot this tomorrow, so you'll just have to settle for fucking my pussy because my ass will still be too sore after the pounding you gave me last night, uhh..." and another whimper.

"You know," I said, "if I wasn't an hour away from there, I'd come home and fuck you until your pussy was sore too. You are fuckin' cruel; you know that don't you?"

"I'm sorry baby," she said in halting breaths, "why don't you pull over, take your big dick out and jack off for me baby. I'll tell you how I'm gonna ride your stiff cock while you're sitting on the hood of that hot rod. Mmmm....my ass is gonna slide up and your sweaty belly while your hands grab my tits and you bounce me up and down on your cock. Oh shit George....you're gonna jack yourself off with me like I'm some kinda sex toy, just fucking jack my pussy up and down on your stiff cock until you come inside me. Umm baby, I love the feel of your big dick filling my pussy, filling me up with your stiff cock. Oh baby, can you feel my cunt sucking on your cock? Ooh shit, I can feel it getting bigger baby, give me your cum baby, gimme ... aww Fuck George, I'm cumming, I'm cumming....cumming......ahhh FUCK ME!!!!"

I sat there, parked at the curb in a residential area; hands on the wheel, white-knuckled, as I listened to Britt get herself off describing how she was going to do me tomorrow night after we took the legitimate photos for a clients calendar. I realized I was shaking a little and felt spent. Looking down I saw a wet spot on my jeans and realized I came just listening to my girl fingering herself and I hadn't even touched myself. "George...George....?" I heard in my ear; "are you there baby?"

"Fuck Britt, you are unbelievable. I think I came by just listening."

"Oh poor baby, I wish I was there to clean you up, lick your cum off your big stiff dick," she purred.

"Okay, Okay, enough already," I said as her voice continued to stir me. "I figure I can probably get everything done that I need to do and be home by around four, so why don't you give John a call and see about a couple sexy blue numbers for you and when I get there, we can pick out the shots for Mike; sound like a plan?"

"Yeah, that'll work; I have some work to do on the website and I'll get in touch with Mike and set up the deliveries of the next two cars."

"Alright baby," I replied. "Give me call if anything comes up and you behave yourself, okay?"

"Yeah, okay; I've gotten off twice already this morning, so I think I'm good to go for awhile. If I get horny again, I'll give you a call lover," as she hung up after a long kissing sound came through my earpiece.

I could only smile and sigh, pulling back onto the street, wondering where I could find a bathroom where I could discreetly get cleaned up.

**Sometime in the afternoon**

Britt kept busy working on the website and playing phone tag with Mike setting up the delivery of the next two cars for the calendar shoot. The hot rod was going to show up sometime tomorrow afternoon and they needed to pick it up the next afternoon so that they could get it to a car show for that weekend. Britt also asked again what the little sports car was and found out it was an MG Midget that Mike thought was probably built in 1974. The MG spent all it's time in the owner's garage, so there was no real time limit on shooting it. He also mentioned that he was working on lining up the rest of the cars and would get back to her when he had firmed things up.

Happy with her progress, Britt dialed up John's shop to see about a couple swimsuits. The caller I.D. gave her away as Kate answered the phone; "Hi sweetie, I was going to call you today. I would have called yesterday, but it took me all day to drag the details out of Gina." Shifting to a whisper, "I am so jealous, but I'm also happy for her. She was floating six inches above the floor all day long, she was so happy. She was even whistling while she was in the stock room working. I've never heard her whistle, have you?"

Britt smiled to herself, answering, "No, I don't think I've ever heard her whistle, but I heard her make some other sounds I'd never heard before either," now laughing out loud.

The raven-haired pixie on the other end laughed too saying, "Well if half of what Gina tells me is true, that boyfriend of yours really did a number on her. It also sounds like you had some fun too."

"Hell yeah I had fun, but it was all really about Gina. We had a great time doing the photos and the sex was incredible and I think George really helped Gina get over that asshole ex of hers. Anyway," she continued, not wanting to steal Gina's thunder; "What I called about is that our next car is red and we only have it for one day, so I'll end up being the model and George wants me in blue. So what do you think, do you have anything for me?"

"Oh, sure, that's easy. Blue is really popular this year, so we have a lot to choose from. Did you want to come in and pick out some or if you want, I could bring some home and you could try them there; I know your sizes," she giggled.

Britt pondered the choices for a minute and then answered, "If you wouldn't mind taking them home, let's do that. I'll probably stay with you guys tonight and I need to pick up some other clothes and things."

"Oh goodie," she squealed through the phone, "it seems like forever since I saw you and I want to get the whole story about you guys and Gina. I'm really jealous now and," switching to a whisper, "after he made me cum on a car hood the other night, I just can't get his cock out of my mind."

Britt couldn't help but laugh, "Well if car hoods are your thing, wait till I tell you about yesterday."

"Ooh, tell me, tell me," Kate chirped on the other end.

"Nah, it'll have to wait until tonight. I'll call before I head your way. George and I have to get some preliminary photos sent out from Saturday's shoot and he doesn't know I won't be spending the night, so I'll probably have to give him a BJ or something to make up for it," she laughed.

"Well," said the little one, "If you need some help with that, just let me know."

Laughing again, Britt replied, "Calm down girl, your time is coming. In fact what is your work schedule this weekend? We're getting this little white sports car in and I think you would be perfect for this one; at least that's what I'm going to suggest to my stud. We teased him a little bit about you this weekend, so I'm sure he'd be happy to get you into a sexy little bikini again and," pausing a bit, "maybe out of it."

"Oh god, shit," she said under her breath, "I think I just came a little just thinking about it. Umm, let me...I have Saturday off; will that work?" Kate sounded like she was panting over the phone.

"God, we do need to get you fucked. Yeah, Saturday should work fine. I'll show George a picture of the car and he'll figure out what color of suit you should wear....or not wear," laughing at her own joke. "Okay babe, I'll see you tonight. I'll call before I leave, so if I need to pick up anything for dinner or anything, let me know; okay?"

"Sounds good," Kate replied, whispering even softer; "I think we have dinner covered, but I'd love some of your sweet pussy for desert."

Britt cooed back, "Deal, if I can have some of yours."

"Okay, but we'll probably have to share with Gina. She'll just pout if we leave her out," giggling out loud.

"Okay baby, well I better let you get back to work. Thank John for the suits and bug him about how we are going to work payment or whatever, okay?"

"Alright, see you tonight; can't wait!"

**Almost 4 p.m.**

Britt was staring intently at the monitor when the sudden noise made her jump. Looking over the office wall on second floor, she watched as I slid the big warehouse door open and got back in the truck to drive in. Back out of the truck, I closed the door and then drove over to the front of the house. Stepping out, I heard a whistle and looked up to see Britt standing at the rail, her shirt pulled up, flashing her tits at me. She looked down at me with a sexy grin, "Welcome home baby!"

I chuckled as I took two stairs at a time up to the office/studio. Wrapping my arms around her, we hugged, kissing like long-lost lovers. Britt was wearing her satin running shorts and a cropped shirt that showed off her toned abs and cute belly button. Barefoot, she stretched on tip-toe to kiss me until, as expected, my hands on her bare ass cheeks lifted her to a more comfortable elevation. Wrapping her long legs around me, we made out until we were both short of breath. Plunking her down on the desk, I ran his hand up and down the tops of her thighs, slipping under the leg of her shorts.

"So, did you get anything done after you tormented me on the phone this morning?" my fingers crept toward her crotch as I awaited her reply.

Intent on maintaining control, Britt picked up a steno pad off the desk and went over her notes. "Well let's see. The other car is a white MG Midget and we don't have any time constraints with that one." Britt fidgeted a little as his fingers traced the crease at the top of her thighs that led to her crotch. Continuing, "I thought that Kate would be perfect for the MG because of her height and her long black hair. I checked with her on her schedule and she doesn't work on Saturday, so I tentatively set that up with her, if that's okay."

"Uh huh," I said, concentrating on rattling the scantily clad blonde's cage.

"You'll have to pick out the color of swimsuit you want to go with the MG," squeaking at the end as my fingers slid further south. Britt squirmed, trying to press her legs tighter together. "I can't tell what color the upholstery is," moaning as I found the top of her slit, searching for her hidden clit.

"Uh huh," I replied once more, staring down at her navel, her tummy straining. Reaching just a little further, I found my prize, causing Britt to jump, lifting her butt off the desk. That was all the extra I needed to slip my middle finger inside, her pussy soaked and warm. With practiced precision, I hooked his finger and stroked her g-spot, triggering an orgasm that jolted her like an electric shock.

"Oh you sneaky fucker you," she moaned, her head on my shoulder and her legs holding me tight and hopefully preventing any further advances.

I held my own, my finger planted where I hoped my cock would soon reside. Britt stared at me, so close I couldn't focus. I couldn't read her eyes this time and before I had time to think, Britt somehow spun herself off the desk and had me sitting in front of the monitor. Open on the screen was the file containing the photos they shot of the El Camino that we thought were worthy of consideration for the calendar.

"I promised Mike that we would send him a couple proofs this afternoon, so get with it mister."

A little miffed and more than a little uncomfortable with a hard-on wadded up in his jeans, I licked my finger, grabbed the mouse and began scrolling through the thumbnails. Pulling up the occasional shot into Photoshop, I was soon engrossed enough to not notice my lovely assistant slipping under the table. It was my turn to jump when I felt a hand run up the inside of my thigh, sizing up my cock through my Levi's. Willing to play along, I continued to scroll through the shots, sidelining my favorites as Britt struggled to pull my jeans and boxers down; her mumbling discontent muffled by the table top.

Finally victorious, Britt admired my cock, sliding her hand up and down my length, her other hand caressing my balls. I tried to remain cool, the sound of the mouse clicking away as I felt her tongue sampling me. Evidently I passed the taste test as I felt her take me between her lips, her tongue probing my pee hole as she sucked on the head of my cock. I felt myself stiffen as she handled my jewels, rolling them in her fingers. Trying to delay the inevitable, I went back to the pictures; but staring at two beautiful women in skimpy bikinis while one of them was under your desk, trying to take your cock into her throat; well it just wasn't helping.

Britt had found her rhythm, taking her lover's thick cock deep into her throat, nearly gagging her. Britt slathered my balls with the thick mucus as she fucked me with her mouth, her tongue teasing my sensitive underside. Britt moaned on my cock, both hands and her mouth driving me to the brink, unrelenting. Desperate to hold back as long as possible, I managed to grab the mouse and pull the cursor to the lower corner to expose the desktop wallpaper, a picture of one of the houses I'd built a few years ago.

Click....Blam! Instead of a stately Mediterranean style house, there I was in all my sweaty, naked glory, driving my cock up the ass of a voluptuous blonde, bent over the hood of a black El Camino, her black eyes staring at me from the monitor.

"Ah Fuck Britt!!" I bellowed as my cock erupted, all his senses focused on the hands and lips, unseen below the desktop, sucking the essence out of me and my brain replaying our carnal debauchery on the hood of a classic car.

Britt meanwhile was caught off-guard, my cock blasting volley after volley of hot cum against the roof of her mouth, my jolting hips bouncing her head against the bottom of the table. She was seeing stars as she struggled to swallow, her hand involuntarily squeezing my balls, milking me for all he was worth.

I stared at the picture, remembering the feeling of total release when I unloaded a long day's frustration and teasing into Britt's ravenous ass. My cock pulsed involuntarily, depositing all I had to offer. Completely spent, I pushed back from the table, reaching for this incredible woman, helping her into my lap.