George Harrison Smut #2

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"C'mon lad! It'll be fun!" Paul said to George, pleading with him to come meet some models down at a photo shoot in London.

"Ahh, I don't know..." George responded, trying to fight the urge that he had to see some new girls. He and his wife Pattie had been married for over a year now, and he hated to admit it, but he was already bored.

"George! Quit being a downer!" John came into the room and said firmly.

"So what? Your married? You're a rockstar. It's practically expected of you to hit on models!"

"But"- George tried to say, but was cut off by Paul

"Just come with us lad, you don't even have to talk with the girls just come with us!" Paul said, as he put on his coat and was following John out the door. George quickly made up his mind, he picked up his jacket off the floor and raced to the door. He eventually got into the car, where John and Paul were waiting for him.

"Where's Ringo?" George asked
John laughed, and responded "He heard the words "Models, and London, and immediately called a cab to take him there." All 3 of the men burst out laughing, they were giggling and practically crying about random hilarious things till they got to the building.

As soon as they walked in, girls started to run over towards them, while other began posing, attempting to show off their "assets". John and Paul walked right over to the girls, George however began to try and drift away from the girls. He had a bodyguard hold off the girls who were attempting to follow him. He went room by room in the building, they was either photo shoots or drug trips or both happening in them. Eventually George came upon a more quiet room, there was a photo shoot going on, but at least it was more calm than the others.

He walked into the room, and asked a man who was holding some sort of light if he could stay in here. The man just nodded, he clearly didn't want to be bothered. As George made his way to the front of the room, he saw a girl. Certainly more beautiful than any other girl in the building. But there was something different about this girl, because she was fully nude. She was petite, slender. Her hair was up in a curled bun, she had classic 60s makeup on. But she seemed to have more innocence. George's daydreaming about this beautiful girl was broken by the photographers stern frustration with the girl.

"Y/N! I need you to act more sex, your not an innocent little girl anymore!" He said, not angry, but clearly disappointed

"I'm trying..." Y/N said. (God, she even talks innocent) George thought to himself. He stood there amongst a few other people, trying not to be seen by the girl. But then she took her hands off her breasts and fully stood up. She was bear naked right in front of him. She had a gorgeous body. Way beyond compare of Pattie, or any other girl he had been with. Y/N began posing again. She turned to the side and lifted her arm so her hand was touching her head. He couldn't help but stare at her breasts, she bit her lip, in attempt to be seductive, but no matter what she did she was still so innocent.

After a few minutes, she finally got it, she looked almost perfect, even though it was all an act. George suddenly looked down, his member was hard as a rock, and pushing against the fabric of his pants. Quickly, not wanting his erection to be seen, he slipped into a door that was connected to the room, and hid behind a curtain. He slipped off his pants and underwear to give his cock some relief. He looked down again, it wasn't just going to go away. George hesitatingly wrapped his hand around his cock, and began stroking himself. He imagined himself kissing Y/N, groping her private places, fucking her slowly.

All of the sudden the curtain was flung open. George jumped, and saw Y/N standing right in front of him. He wanted to die at that point. She just stood there in shock, her jaw was practically dropping to the floor. And it didn't help that now she was only in panties and her breasts were still showing. He was expecting her to scream, to run away and call for help, but instead she fainted.

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