Gillian Anderson: Skintight Shoot

"Smile Gillian," he said, aiming it down at her in such a way as to see her face and the come down her back. Even though she was blindfolded, she lifted her head and flashed a dazzling smile, basically smiling at being a slut if anyone saw the picture, her cuffed hands also visible in the image. Having taken his photos, he turned the camera off, just thinking a second before he knelt down in front of her, then leaned forward and kissed her. Gillian was a little taken aback for a moment, a tad surprised he would, then melted into it, their tongues entwining as their lips locked, sharing a pleasant kiss before they broke apart as she gave a ragged breath. Standing up, he stepped round behind her again, running his hands over her smooth ass, before he reached down and took hold of her thighs firmly, lifting her and rolling her over on the desk as she gave a squeal.

"What are you doing?" she asked quickly as he rolled her over, the handcuffs twisting as he put her on her back on the desktop.

"Returning the favour," he said simply, referring to the orgasm she'd given him, when she hadn't had one herself. She arched her back as he stood up next to her, running his hands over her smooth, shiny suit, over the swell of her breasts and smooth stomach, down to where the zip was already up to expose her pussy. Sliding his hands back up, he took hold of the top zip, pulling it down past her breasts, the rubber suit immediately sliding off them once more and then pushing them back together, her stiff nipples screwed up and eager to be touched. Pulling the zipper down to just below her ribs exposed her full C-cups completely, Gillian smiling as the fresh air spread over her skin, right before his hands did, immediately grasping her breasts. She gave a low moan as he squeezed her rack firmly, her stiff nipples pressing into his palms, which his fingers quickly located, giving them the squeeze she'd been dying for.

"Oh yeah that's good," she breathed, pulling at her cuffs as he lightly pinched and tweaked her hard nipples, groping her breasts fully again before he leaned down to her chest, breathing warmly over her to tease her, making her squirm before he made contact with her soft body. Kissing her soft breast, he planted a relentless series of soft, moist kisses over her inviting breasts, avoiding both her nipples, which he continued to play with, just brushing them teasingly as he pulled off, right before he put his mouth on one.

"Goddamn like that," she growled as he sucked firmly at her nipple, squeezing carefully with his teeth and attacking with his tongue, suddenly pulling off to assault the other one, leaving the first cooling in the air, making her gasp.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," she groaned, her body arching tighter as he squeezed her breasts up to attack them better. Tonguing all over them thoroughly, he massaging at her nipples and tasted her soft, smooth skin, running up her chest, sliding his tongue up her smooth neck, hotly along her jaw and then onto her mouth, where he delved it into her mouth and kissed her, which she eagerly returned with a moan of pleasure and her ruby lips. Pulling away from her, she lie breathing heavily as he grabbed his camera, turning it back on again, willing it to hurry up as the half naked Anderson lay before him. Focussing it in, he snapped some photos, the beep breaking their breathing as he took a range of photos quickly of her naked chest and pussy through the gaps in the suit. Discarding the camera once more, he got back to her, immediately squeezing her breasts, though only with one hand, as his other went straight to her pussy, rubbing over it, his middle finger sliding across her sensitive clit, making her writhe and whine.

His fingers found the lower zip once more, drawing it up to join the other one below her ribs, leaving her smooth tummy exposed. Moving round between her legs, he leaned down and kissed her smooth, pale stomach, sliding his tongue down her and round her bellybutton, before he continued south towards her crotch, waxed smooth and waiting for him. He wasted no more time, sliding straight onto it, attaching his lips to her clit for a quick suck, his tongue flicking at her hood and dabbing directly at the button itself to make her breath catch in her throat.

"I had that thing waxed for a reason, this is it," she purred as he slid his tongue down her slit, delving it straight into her juicy haven, feeling her walls squeeze in on his powerful, wiggling muscle. He wasn't sure if that meant specifically for today or in general, but he didn't care right then as he tasted her slippery pussy. Delving his tongue as deep as he could, he reached up to rub at her clit with his free hands as his other caressed her thigh, refraining from helping himself as his cock was now absolutely rock hard again. Pulling his tongue out, letting her muscles force him out, he moved right down to the bottom of her entrance, then dragged his tongue flatly up her soft labia, the lips yielding beneath it as he moved to the top, then dragged back down with the soft underside of his tongue, making her groan once more.

"Oh god don't hold out on me, lick my fucking pussy!" she shouted, wanting her clit paid proper attention. He didn't disappoint her, immediately locating it and giving it a suck, causing her to buck her hips. Her thighs tensed and she let out a long groan as he started nibbling at the delicate nub, attacking it with his tongue as he held onto her legs to keep her from kicking as he knelt between them. She was almost as bad as him, and after being turned on so long she just couldn't hold off any longer, her orgasm bursting through her body as he brushed her clit with his teeth, his tongue still attacking her briskly. She let out a piercing squeal of ecstasy, almost hurting his ears as he worked at her, tongue and jaw aching, her body giving a tremendous shudder, her back arching tighter as he orgasm flowed through her, a tingle racing up her spine to her brain as her squeal went too high to be heard by anything but dogs.

"Oh god…" she groaned through heavy breaths as her climax passed, her body hot and sensitive, almost to the air from her good hard orgasm, a big smile on her face from the peak. Standing up, he smiled as he took hold of her ankles, easily holding the grippy black rubber as he lifted her legs up, using them to lift her hips and position her perfectly at the edge of the desk so he could fuck her. Holding her legs, he wasted no time sliding in between them, his cock standing erect over her pussy. As he released a leg to position himself, she lowered it to his waist and hooked it round him, just holding off as he released her other one and pressed his cock down to her waiting snatch, pressing the bulbous head at the slick entrance to her pussy. Her legs tensed round him, pulling him into her, which he let her do, just thrusting a little to drive into her juicy haven once again, only this time he was going to fuck her, and hard.

"Don't you dare fucking hesitate on me this time!" she almost snapped, gritting her teeth as he thrust into her balls deep for the first time.

"Shut up and let me fuck you," he responded, equally gritting his teeth as he plunged himself into her squeezing cunt. They were both well into it, Gillian lifting her hips to meet him, pulling him hard into her with her powerful legs, wrapped around his arse, her ankles crossed behind him as he thrust into her, not waiting and immediately building up a good fast rhythm, stroking in and out of her as she clenched and writhed, grunting and groaning beneath him as she pulled at her handcuffs. She was positively loving this, as not only had she not had her pussy filled by anything other than a toy for a while, but he was also fucking her because he wanted her. Not Agent Scully, a hormone-fuelled fantasy for so many men that they expected of her in bed, but her, Gillian Anderson.

He looked down to watch his cock thumping in and out of her smooth pussy, the lips hugging every contour of his shaft her powerfully pumped in and out, giving it to her full depth every time, his head bumping her cervix and making him mumble with pleasure as he banged her C-spot, which made her contract on him every time, pushing an equal groan from himself. Holding her rubber coated thighs, he pulled himself into her powerfully, her pussy just so delightful, making fucking Gillian Anderson even better than he ever hoped. Of course he'd seen the X-files. She was downright hot in it, but it was her behind the character and that's what he'd always lusted for. Sliding his hands up her smooth, rubbery sides, he took in her waist, pulling down against her hips to thrust into her, pushing a throaty grunt from her, her breasts bouncing invitingly.

"Harder," she growled as he pumped into her pussy, her hips rolling and jerking to try and help him get everything into her he could. He allowed the natural friction from her suit, which was transmitting everything to the shaking, creaking desk that was never designed for a hot women to get fucked on its top, to hold her in place and slid his hands up to her chest, taking in her ribs as he slid them to her ample breasts, firmly grabbing both her jugs and giving a good squeeze, making her back arch further as she gave a deep, guttural groan, her body shivering, pussy squeezing, sending a reminder that he wouldn't have long in her hot pussy before she made him come. She however was much closer, enjoying herself thoroughly as his fingers sent little lightning bolts to her soul through her nipples as he pinched them, the hardest he had at any time, and it was the right time, just before he lowered his hands again. Taking her left leg, he lifted it up and hauled her knee over his shoulder, grasping her thigh strongly as he started to pump her intensely.

"That fucking hard enough?" he gasped, sweating hard as he fucked her, her other leg slipping from him and hanging limply off the desk as her body swam in pleasure.

"Yeah…don't…stop," she whined, his spare hand finding her pussy and stiff clit, which made her yelp as he touched it, her body shuddering it was so sensitive. Rubbing firmly, he ignored her attempted protests about it being too much, ramming into her hard, the desk rocking wildly as he briskly stimulated her clit, his fingers a blur over the intimate nub, which was far too much to take, her body stiffening on the desk, her pelvic muscles clenching tightly round his cock. She let out a scream of pleasure, her hips bucking powerfully on his cock as her muscles set about milking at his cock, taking him to the brink, especially as they squeezed his swollen head just right. Her climax fading, she breathed heavily, sweat causing her make-up to run slightly.

"Want that fucking blowjob now?" she growled. He didn't need asking twice, yanking out of her pussy sharply, close to coming as he quickly got round to her head, which she turned over to greet him, opening her mouth. He slid straight in, not being polite now as he grabbed her hair, thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth as she sucked and tongued him expertly. It only took around ten seconds of her technique and the thrusting into her hot mouth to finish him off, which he did with a flourish, pulling out of her mouth but at the same time letting go of her head, ripping her blindfold off with it. She blinked in the sudden light as he grabbed his cock, jerking off rapidly for a moment before he came hard, Gillian closing her eyes in the split second she realised what he was doing, right before his first spurt landed across her face, across her cheek and into her luxurious red hair as she gave a surprised gasp. She turned her head up straight, letting him have his moment as he unloaded on her, further spurts streaking her nose, forehead and lips as he gave her an impromptu facial. He stepped away from her, both of them just gasping for a minute or so after the energetic sex, his cock softening, blood flowing back to his brain and making him wonder quite how to handle this, till she answered it for him.

"Get your camera," she breathed simply, knowing he wanted to, and she kind of wanted him to as well, since she'd gone this far. He pulled himself together, pulling his shorts on from where they'd been discarded on the floor, then found his camera after a confused moment, having forgotten where it'd gone in all the exuberance. Turning it on, he took a deep breath and calmed down a moment, then got closer and started taking photos once more, of her legs hanging over the edge of the desk, her wet, smooth pussy, exposed body and breasts, pert nipples standing up still, her cuffed profile over the desk from the end, and of course of her face, and the mess he'd left on it. She spiced it up as she posed for those, with eyes closed, smiling, winking, pouting, and finally licking it from her lips, which was practically enough to induce another stiffy. With the photos taken, he put the camera down and unlocked her, Gillian sitting up on the desk, rubbing her wrists and then her aching back, strained by the position she'd been in.

"You ok?" he asked tentatively, unsure how she'd be after what had transpired.

"Yeah. I think we should do another photoshoot sometime," she purred, slipping off the desk onto her feet with a stretch.

"Really, wow that'd be great, you're such a good model," he gushed, smiling excitedly at the thought of any kind of repeat performance.

"Yeah I can help you out, and perhaps a friend of yours needing a model," she said with a quick wink. His heart missed a beat and he felt a rush of nerves and excitement in his chest at what he thought she'd just implied, which she didn't expand on, just giving a teasing, playful smile and walking past him towards the bathroom to clean herself up. He found his jeans and got them back on, then reviewed a load of the most recent photos on his camera as he waited for her to wash up, which took a few minutes as she washed her face off and stripped out of her black suit, since she wanted to put the clothes back on that she'd worn in the first place. He heard the door and looked up, his breath catching and then turning into a ragged sigh as she walked completely naked from the bathroom carrying her black rubber suit. He just stared as she stopped, smiling and then striking a pose, hands behind her head as she arched her back to show off her nudity.

"Don't you want a picture of me like this then to go with the rest?" she giggled, spurring him into action and raising his camera, quickly taking a photo. She played the good model and went through a few poses, acting coy and shy in a couple of them, more brash in others, letting him take her in completely in her purest form.

"There, all the pictures you need I think," she said, walking back to the screen to find her clothing from earlier.

"More than I could ever hope for," he said, putting his camera aside as she picked up her little black thong and slid into it.

"Well I'm glad I could do my bit for your assignment," she said with a sly smile as she slipped her bra on, hooking it up and taking her jeans from the screen.

"Oh these will get my assignment done for sure, that suit really did work the light great," he said, genuinely meaning the ones that were suitable for his college work as she pulled her snug jeans up.

"Good, just make sure you don't let any…private research get in there huh?" she said as she did her jeans up, meaning the hundreds of photos he'd taken of her.

"Oh of course not, I'll keep them for…personal reflections," he said with a smile as she pulled her top over her head, hiding her nice breasts from view in their supported state, smoothing her hair out.

"Good boy," she said, kicking her shoes over and stepping into them by the desk, before finding her bag. Stuffing the black suit back into it, she found a card with her details on and turned to hand it to him.

"Thanks, I'll definitely be wanting that," he said with a smile, "always be needing my number one model."

"Number one, only one," she laughed, stepping over, then leaning up and giving him a good firm kiss, her tongue delving deeply into his mouth before she pulled away and he showed her to the door.

"Until next time," she said, turning and stepping out the door, glancing back with a grin as he cheekily reached out to pinch her bum as she started to walk away…

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