Seeking a Modeling Career in the U.S.

I received a call from a Mexican contact in Mexico City telling me about a beautiful young Mexican woman wanting to pursue a modeling and acting career. Her family lives in the slums of Mexico City always needing money. I agreed to pay her father a large sum of money and move the family out of the slums. I sent my private plane to Mexico City to pick up Eiza and bring her to LA. Eiza is 24, single, 5′ 8″ from Mexico City, Mexico. Arriving at my LA penthouse, She poses for me, all smiles and curves, she wears high heels, stockings, garter belt, thong and a bra. She is excited to make a good impression. She thinks it is a lingerie shoot and doesn’t realize that I have plans for more. I snap away and encourage her. ” That’s a good girl, you look fantastic.” She giggles, with both excitement and nervous and trying to act the part she thinks she should play. ” You like?” I know she is nervous and trying to ” get it right,” even if she isn’t sure what that means exactly. She needs approval and praise and I give her a strong lead so she knows what I want her to do and use the momentum of the shoot to get past her shyness. I know she wants to do this and I can make it possible for her.

Then I tell her, ” Do you understand this situation?” She stares intently at the floor, unable to speak. ” I asked you a question.”
She bites her lip and remains silent. My hand darts out to grab her chin, forcing her to look into my cold eyes. ” Y-yes.” I asked with my tongue. ” I don’t think you do. See, your family have a problem. A problem that they didn’t have money to pay for. So when I learned about the problem, we came to an agreement.” She tried to look away again, but my rough fingers dig into her cheeks.
” That agreement is you, doll. Your family gave me you, and I payed their debt. But if you don’t do exactly as I tell you, I will say that I didn’t get what I paid for and I will send you back and your family will suffer the consequences? So I would recommend that you answer me when I talk to you. Now, do you understand?”

” Y-yes.” I release her chin. ” Wonderful. In that case, I think I’m ready for you.” ” Ready for me?” I chuckle. ” Oh, you nieve and innocent thing. What do you think I brought you here for?” Eiza’s eyes widen. ” Ah, so you do understand. Now then, let’s begin.”
I turn and walked down the front hall, away from the doorway we had been standing, obviously expecting her to follow. After a moment of hesitation, she did. I led her into a large living room, where I sat on an expensive looking couch. I sat looking completely at ease, with my knees falling away from each other and one arm on the back cushions of the couch. I patted my thigh, ” Come sit on me, sweetheart.” She hesitated, terrified, but had no choice in the matter. She walked delicately across the carpet, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet. I lean back as she perches lightly on the tip of my knee. ” Now, now,” I scolded her. ” That isn’t a very comfortable position for either of us now, is it?”

My hands wrapped around her small waist and she let out a sigh as I pull into the center of my lap, her tightly closed legs between my open ones. I chuckle and roll my hips slightly, adjusting myself. She inhales sharply as she feels my hard cock move beneath her. I kiss the back of her neck as my hands slip from her hips up her stomach to grope her breasts. She feels me harden against her as I continue to knead her tits, pushing them together then pulling them apart. I bounce them in my palms, then squished them flat, earning a gasp from her. I suddenly push her off of my lap and onto the carpet. She cries out softly as her knees slammed into the carpet. I grab her long blonde hair twisting her head around until she is eye level with my cock straining against the material of my faded blue jeans. ” Suck me sweetheart.” She froze, muscles tense. She glanced, shocked, at my face. My eyes were dark.

” I said to suck me.” She blinks fiercely. Twisting her body to face me, she pull her knees up under her reaching towards my zipper with shaking hands. With a soft hiss, she pulls down the zipper on my jeans, freeing my cock to spring forth. She shudders as she stares at the hard length before her. ” Are you a virgin, sweetheart?” She swallows, then nods. I smile. ” Just do exactly as I say, and you’ll do fine. Now, stroke it.” She reaches forward slowly, dreading the task in front of her. She wraps a soft hand against the leathery, veined base and knot, using her other hand to gently stroke up and down the long thick length with her fingertips. She inhales sharply as it jumps in her hand, continuing the treatment. I lean my head back into the couch cushions, groaning softly. ” Rub my balls with your other hand,” I ordered, my voice suddenly lower. She complied, still stroking it lightly, and massaging my testicles with slender fingers, gently lifting and squeezing. He groan again, louder this time, and she smiles slightly, relieved that she is performing properly.

” Now take me in your mouth.” She closes her eyes taking a deep breath. Then, opening them a slit, she guides the pulsing cock into her small mouth. She swirls her tongue around its tip, flicking the hole lightly and continuing the stroking and kneading of its shaft and balls. She bobs her head up and down, taking the tip and a bit of its length and she sucks, breathing instinctively though her nose, her exhales tickling my cock. My fingers tangled themselves in her hair forcing her mouth down further onto my cock. She gags, reaching a hand up to push against my stomach as my hips thrust up into her mouth.