Tamara smiled as Mason shot a picture of her pressing her hips up against the cylindrical radio array, her hand sliding slowly up and down it. He moved the camera around to get a full front shot of her, leaning forward, over the array tower, breasts touching the roof of the ship. He got several snaps, zooming in on her logo plastered chest several times.
Tamara giggled, straightening up a bit, and leaning forward to run her tongue slowly over the array. Mason groaned softly, adjusting himself as he got the picture.
Then she scooted herself as close to the array as she could, pressing her leather clad pussy against the shaft, and rubbing up and down, gasping softly. Mason groaned louder, snapping pictures furiously.
Her hand slid into the waistband of her pants, unfastening them. She looked at the thick shaft in front of her. It was rounded on top and she moaned. "I gotta fuck this thing," she breathed.
Mason grinned. "Go ahead," he grunted, rubbing his hand against the front of his pants as Tamara swung one leg over the model and quickly shucked her own pants, pulling aside her G-string to reveal her soaking wet pussy. She rose up, standing over the model, and slowly slid herself down onto the thick, smooth shaft of the radio array, as Mason furiously shot pictures of the entire process. He watched in awe as she slid the entire thing into her body, then began moving slowly, up and down on the thing. It glistened with her slick juices and he continued to snap pictures as she began to speed up her movements, rising and falling on the shaft, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She began to moan, a hand toying with her clit, slickening the model with thick, hot, female juices.
Mason grunted, rubbing himself furiously. "Yeah, baby. Fuck that thing. Fuck it good."
Tamara screamed, a flood of liquid escaping her body and running down in rivulets over the entire model. She slumped forward, and shuddered. Mason continued to shoot pictures.
Tamara giggled then, looking up, into the camera. She slowly pulled herself off the radio array, and slipped down off the model. Mason snapped pictures of the entire thing. She leaned against the model and kissed it. "You like?" she asked Mason.
"Oh yeah, babe," he grunted. "C'mere."
She sauntered across the office towards him. He set the camera on auto, and grabbed her roughly. He yanked his pants down, shoved her down on the top of his desk, and impaled her with his cock. She screamed, squirming under him, as he pounded into her roughly. She groaned, writhing, as he grunted over her. It didn't take him long to explode into her with a shout.
The camera snapped pictures the entire time.
Mason slumped atop her, then looked into her face and grinned. "You're a fucking turn on, baby."
Tamara smiled back at him. "My name is Tamara."
He chuckled. "I like it."
He slowly got off her, and pulled her to a sitting position. He brushed a finger over her breasts. "Gods, that was unexpected." He grinned. "Nice advertisement for my company, though."
Tamara laughed. "I don't think your model will ever be the same though."
There was a knock on the door. Mason grinned, righting his clothing. "Just a sec, babe."
He shut off the camera, and walked to the door.
"Is Tamara here?"
Mason chuckled. "Yeah. Who's asking?"
"Nadia."
Tamara grinned. "Let her in, Mason."
Mason opened the door and admitted a short, voluptuous blonde woman, whom he was looking over even as the door shut behind her, a mischievous glint in his grey-blue eyes.
Nadia saw Tamara, sitting, half-clothed, on the desk, and giggled softly. "Am I interrupting anything?"
Tamara giggled as well. "Well, you're more than welcome to join the party, if you want. We're taking pictures."
Mason looked positively thrilled. "Yeah, want to?"
Nadia walked over to Tamara. She glanced back at Mason. "Sure." She ran a long finger over the logo on Tamara's chest. "Are we endorsing this company, Tam?"
Tamara shivered slightly and smiled. "Uh huh. Just doing some promotional pictures, and we got a little … distracted."
Nadia smiled, and turned to Mason. "Can I have one of those t-shirts?"
Mason chuckled, and quickly went across the room to the locker, tossing Nadia a white shirt. "Sure. Put it on. I got an idea."
Tamara righted her black G-string, and stood up. She put her hands on Nadia's hips, sliding the red skirt the woman was wearing down, as Nadia pulled off her red silk blouse.
Mason watched, entranced, as Nadia's large breasts came into view, and were soon covered by the white t-shirt with the green M amp;T Towing company logo, which stretched enticingly over them. Tamara stood up as Nadia stepped out of her skirt, and ran her fingers over the top of the tiny red panties the woman wore.
She smiled, and the two turned to face Mason.
"Now what?" Tamara asked.
Mason hurried over to the camera, training it on the women. "Sit on the desk."
He set the camera to auto again, and walked over to them. He stood between them, wrapping an arm around each girl's waist. He kissed Tamara's cheek, then Nadia's.
"Smile pretty, ladies, and make sure that logo is nice and visible."
They both pressed against him and giggled, thrusting their chests out for the camera, as it snapped their picture. Nadia then leaned over and kissed Mason on the cheek, her breasts rubbing up against his arm and chest. Tamara joined her, and the camera snapped again. Mason looked down at the two women, and moved his arms to cup a hand under each woman's breast as the camera took the picture.
Nadia giggled. Mason grinned. He stepped out from between them, and went back behind the camera a moment.
Tamara and Nadia took that opportunity to move closer together, and caress each other's breasts. Mason chuckled, snapping some pictures. He walked back over to them, and pushed up the side of Tamara's t-shirt, uncovering a breast and cutting off the end of the logo. He then pushed up the opposite side of Nadia's shirt, revealing her breast, and cutting off the beginning of the logo. The girls giggled. Mason laughed deeply. "Oh yeah," he grunted, squeezing each exposed breast in a hand. "Press close together, and lean forward."
He walked back behind the camera and took the shot. The girls giggled again, and Tamara moved down to suckle Nadia's breast. Nadia groaned softly, her nipples hardening. Tamara slid her other hand up under the shirt and kneaded Nadia's other breast. Mason groaned softly, snapping another picture.
Tamara pushed the shirt up, and moved her lips to the other nipple, forcing Nadia back against the desk. Her hand closed around the breast she had just abandoned, and began to knead it. Nadia began to groan and pant, as Mason snapped pictures.
The door to the office opened, and Mason's partner, the dark haired man, Talor, stepped inside. He grinned, taking in the scene. "And how long has this been going on?" he asked quietly, eyes glued to the two women.
Mason turned and chuckled. "Not too long. Tamara has a friend. Looks like they know each other pretty well."
Tamara slipped her hand inside Nadia's panties, sliding her finger into the soft, wet folds of flesh. Nadia groaned, leaning heavily against the desk. Nadia's eyes opened at the sound of Talor's voice, and she smiled seductively. Tamara released her breast and turned her head. "Oh. Hello," she said, grinning. "I suppose you want to have some fun too?"
Talor looked her over. "Oh yeah. Looks like you're doing fine all by yourself.
Don't stop on my account. I'd love to see two girls fuck each other."
Tamara giggled. She pulled the t-shirt off. Nadia followed suit. Both women stood, wrapping their arms around each other's waists, rubbing their breasts together. Nadia leaned forward, and kissed Tamara, her hands moving over the other woman's hips, up her sides, to cup Tamara's breasts, kneading them. Mason continued to take pictures, while Talor stood and watched intently.