The Lost FHM Photographs by Louis M

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The Lost FHM Photographs by Louis M

FHM Photo Shoot, 6:35pm

"OK Gillian, here�s what we�re going to do with this next shot… I want you to sit here. Jennifer get the lighting rig by that tree… OK, good. Now Gillian, first I want you to sit with your hands on your knees and give us a tough guy stare. Because you are tough Gillian, and Scully is too. Scully never loses a fight now does she?"

"I think she has Jimmy, but all right, tough. Say Jimmy, why does a British magazine hire an American photographer?"

"The best knows no borders. Places!"

Gillian Anderson walked to the spot FHM photographer James Lamay had pointed to. It was getting dark but it was still hot in the latex catsuit they had her in. She fidgeted with the zipper and smiled devilishly when she was caught in the act.

"It�s hot in this thing… you wear it for a while, Jimmy!"

"Well Gillian, I know a lot of magazines that would pay dearly for a nude shot of you, if that�s what you�re saying."

"Should I show you how tough I am, Jim?"

"I was just joking… OK now, everyone, think tough, especially you Gillian."

Gillian hunkered down low, shoulders raised and dropped her head to her chest and brought it up glaring at the camera. Shot after shot she got meaner and meaner looking. James moved around her like a moth to a flame, clicking wildly at ever angle. He was on her left when he yelped, "throw your head back in ecstasy, yes that�s, it put your arms behind your back… Ohh yes, cross your legs, give me an mmmmmm… . Got it! More film Jennifer. Gillian that was hot. Very hot. Are you sure you�ve never modeled before this X-Files thing?"

"I�m sure."

Gillian stood up, her curves curvier with the light hitting the blue latex. The grinding squeak of the material announcing her every move.

"Gillian, I want to do some cheesecake shots, real pinup types. Now you�ve already done the 30�s glamour shots, now I want to do the 50�s kind of thing. You know knees together, bending, that sort of thing. Is that OK?"

"Sure, why not… what was it �48 in Roswell?"

"Great, great attitude. Jennifer let�s shine up that suit, Gillian do you want to buff or can we have Jennifer do it?"

"Jennifer�s fine… "

"I don�t want to upset you, or make you do anything you�d feel uncomfortable doing… "

"Jennifer�s fine."

"Zip it all the way up," Jennifer instructed. Using short spurts of Armor-All on Gillian�s catsuit. Jennifer rubbed Gillian down like a refrigerator only slowing down in between Gillian�s legs.

"This is OK, right Ms. Anderson?"

"Jesus Christ… I�m a normal person! Just let�s do the shoot."

"OK, OK, everyone. Gillian, put on these handcuffs. Just on one wrist."

"Left or right?"

"Let�s go right."

"OK, now up against the wall. Pretend you�re pushing it up. That�s it, stretch. Now turn around. Good, good. Unzip the catsuit, pull it off your right breast, tease me, tease me… yes. OK, stop. Jennifer we missed a spot on Gillian�s bottom. Gillian?"

"Jennifer, would you mind?" Jennifer began rubbing Gillian down squirting her here and there.

"OK Gillian, this is Tony. He�s a professional model. I�d like to add him in."

"No one said anything about Tony."

"Is Tony a problem?"

"Well I guess not. What�re we doing with him?"

"Some soft bondage stuff."

"Some what?"

"You said you wanted to get a more sexy image… this�ll do it."

"Shoot."

"Tony come on out."

"Wow," Gillian exhaled at the sight of Tony. Six feet of bronze muscle and a loin cloth wardrobe. Black hair and pouting lips. He walked directly up to her and shook her hand, looking down at her in her opened catsuit.

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Anderson," he began.

"Gi-Gillian please, my God you�re beautiful," her blue eyes lost their ice as they misted over while she took him in.

"I, I never watched the show but I�ve heard a lot about it. You�re very beautiful yourself. Very."

"I�ll bet you say that to all the women you meet in rubber catsuits."

"I have met quite a few, few fill them out with such grace and charm."

"Jim, this�ll be fine, just don�t tell my husband."

"I won�t tell if you don�t Gillian."

"OK, everyone…," Gillian stood in front of Tony, her back to him, inches separating them. He held her hands and with Jimmy�s direction brought them over her head. He began caressing her arms, the Armor-All lubricating his fingertips. Jimmy�s OK�s disappearing with every stroke. Gillian could feel her skin inside the suit, the sweat allowing the rubber to caress her as Tony was. The camera was vanishing for the first time all day for Gillian. Tony squatted behind her his hands still in front of her coming down from her collar bones over, but not touching her breasts, Gillian arched her back as Tony�s cheek pressed against it, his hand touched her breast. Her nipples began to tingle.

Tony sensing that his borders had widened ran a hand back up her chest and with his middle finger drew a line from her chin to her stomach, over skin and rubber. Gillian�s breathing was different now and everyone at the shoot could see what was happening. Tony stayed squatting and massaged her legs, her hips, her ass. With his face against her ass, play kissing, her reached from her inner thigh and began rubbing her crotch. Deeply kneading her. Gillian began trembling, she looked down at him. His eyes were closed and he was aroused.

Tony stood up, his hand still kneading her vulva through the rubber. He turned her around feinting a kiss from her. She began to touch him, he stopped her, putting her hands back up on the wall, cuffing her left hand to her right. Then he slipped the cuff onto a hook in the wall, never taking his hand from between her legs. He pressed against her, she could feel his enormous member on her ass and lower back. His free hand slipped down her chest grabbing her breast hard, he could feel her erect nipple through the thin rubber. She began to moan loudly as his three fingers stroked her towards orgasm.

Her hips began rocking in sync to his hand. Her ass tightening on and releasing his hand. He began saying something to Jennifer, but Gillian couldn�t hear it. Her head resting against her arm, nuzzling it, aching for his touch. Tony pulled at the crotch of the catsuit and when the suit freed from her moist body she felt the cool air hit her pussy. He had cut the crotch of the suit out with scissors Jennifer had given him. He began fingering her. Two fingers on her clitoris, two outside, his thumb rubbing her ass.

Gillian began panting, grunting, the orgasm coming. Fast, and hard. Unable to touch him, Gillian was pulling against the hand cuffs and grinding her hips into his hand, his kissed her neck. Release. Gillian came loudly, gushing, grunting, "yes… ."

Tony pulled his loincloth aside and mounted Gillian from behind. Jimmy still clicking away madly, missing no angles. As Tony pumped Gillian towards another orgasm. Both his hands on her hips, he lifted her off the ground several times, pounding into her hot, wet pussy.

"You are very small, Gillian. Very tight. Didn�t you just have a baby?"

"Shut up and fuck me, unh!" She ordered and he obeyed.

He was ramming his cock into her very fast. She lost the rhythm and stood there limp, pressed against the wall, peeling off it as he pulled back. The latex suit sticking to the latex paint on the wall. Her ass rippled with every thrust he put into her. She was gasping for breath, trying to pull herself up by the cuffs. He was fucking her brains out. Making sure his balls slapped her every time he penetrated her. Her every breath a squeal or moan.

Tony felt his own climax coming. He began using deliberate thrusts, lifting her off the ground and holding her there so she could feel his entire cock each time. The cuffs came off the hook. And Gillian slid down the wall exhausted. The latex paint slowing her. Tony wrapped his arm around her waist as they got to their knees. Gillian collapsed, but Tony kept her ass high in the air as he began fucking her like he was stuck in fast forward. Gillian, drenched in sweat, looked to Jim who was still taking shots and tried to smile. Tony sensing that he did not have her full attention rammed her with everything he had, making her scream. Her ass bucked, the latex suit tearing, bunching up on her waist. He rammed her again. Her body quaked and rippled in aftershock. He began coming and it spurted out of her. As he pulled out Gillian shook and came again. Moaning as he released her ass and her hip slid to the floor.

Tony rolled her over and kissed her deeply, coming off her mouth, gnawing her neck and breasts. She lifted to meet his mouth. Tony stood up, Gillian smiling at him, in a dumb-struck grin, "God that was great. God I�m married."

"The best knows no borders."