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I was in my final year at university and, like all students, was always strapped for cash. To make up my grant I did life modeling for art sessions at schools and art clubs. Much of it is standard work such as standing in a room of spotty teenagers whist wearing a thirties style outfit with silly hats and heavy coats. There was an art society based in a village hall just out of town where I did some nude modeling for a bunch of mostly older retired people, all pretty bland.
One of the younger ladies, Lucia, who is in her late twenties was a teacher in the art department in my university. She asked me if I would do a nude session next week for students nearing the end of their degree courses who needed life work for their portfolios. I think she noticed my face not looking overly happy at the idea of doing it in a place where people I know, or see around campus, are going to see me. She was quick to point out that the usual fee for life models at the university is £50 per hour and likely to last an hour and a half to two hours. I couldn’t really afford to say no to as much as £100 so agreed to do it. I knew I may have to put up with a load of boys who may know me or see me on campus looking me over, but for £100 I felt I could cope. Besides, I have no problems with showing off my body. I have always been told that I am sexy looking with a firm 36C-24-34 figure and natural tan (my dad is half Italian). I gave Lucia my mobile phone number and she said she’d call me to confirm details.
I got a text message from Lucia with the details and I arrived with good time to prepare myself. I was shown to the back of the studio to a little room where I could get myself ready by Lucia. About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and Lucia said that they were ready. As I walked out into the room I was confronted by her art class, the majority of whom were girls to my relief. Even better was that I didn’t recognize anybody in the group. I slowly dropped my robe and got into the pose Lucia wanted.
After about an hour we had a break and the class started talking and generally relaxing. Lucia then brought me a cup of tea and we started chatting. After some small talk she asked if at the end of the session I was interested in her doing a small photo session for her, so that she could do some extra drawings at home. I didn’t see any harm so I agreed; and besides, she offered me an extra £20 and said that she’d give me the negatives and any prints once she was finished.
The rest of the session Flew by and it wasn’t long before it was just Lucia and two of her students, Ian and Emma were left. Lucia explained that they were her best students (she later mentioned that they were also a couple) and asked if I minded if they took a few pictures. I didn’t mind, but the thought of Ian taking photos of me was beginning to turn me on. The set was ready, a simple pale blue background and a low stool, and I sat down with my robe just hanging down while Lucia explained what I should do.
“Just let yourself go,” she said, “just do as many poses as you can so that I can get a good selection from which to choose.” I realized that no mention was made of the pictures and negatives that Ian would be taking with his camera.
At first I was a little unsure of what to do as I didn’t want to be too open but I didn’t want to hide myself either. As the session went on I got into the feel of it and was soon enjoying myself. I kept noticing how Ian was trying to get a good view of my pussy without being too obvious. Although I was unsure at first, I got more daring. At one point Lucia went to get some more film so I sat forward on the stool and opened my legs as wide as I could. I then noticed Emma wink at me and give me a telling smile which made my cunt juices begin to boil; I also noticed a bulge forming in Ian’s jeans. Lucia returned so I repositioned myself to hide how wet my cunt was. She said that she was out of film and that if Ian was finished we could call it a day. Ian shrugged and began to pack away.
As I was getting dressed later Lucia came in to pay me and I noticed that she was looking at my rock hard nipples.
“Does it turn you on doing nude modeling?” she asked.
I told her that it was just the cold but I’m sure she saw my blushes. When I got home that night I had the best wank ever, my vibrator bringing me off several times, at one point I thought I was going to wake up my flat-mates with my screams of pleasure.
I thought that would be it, but a few days later I bumped into Emma in town. She thanked me for making Ian so horny, she had got a good seeing to that night. She apologized for not being professional about the shoot but that it was the best fuck that they had had in weeks. As we walked around the shops together we became very friendly and she asked me if I fancied doing another shoot, this time at her flat. She said that she could afford it as her father was rich and gave her more than enough money to survive.
“If it leads to a fuck as good as the last time you modeled for Ian it will be £50 well spent.”
After my orgasms last time I wasn’t going to turn this opportunity down and we agreed to get together that night. I went straight home and got myself ready, deciding it would be nice to give my pussy a fresh shave so that Ian and Emma would get a better view of my hole. I left a small tuft of short brown hair just above my slit but the rest was completely shaved, showing off my pussy lips to perfection. I put on my sexiest summer dress, high heels and nothing else; packed a small bag with some sexy underwear, a micro-bikini and my vibrator in case I got the chance to sneak a quick session.
I arrived slightly early and caught Emma in just her dressing gown. She didn’t seem too worried and invited me in. She showed me the set she had made at the end of the lounge. The set was identical to the one I had used at the college, even the stall was the same, and there was also what looked like expensive camera equipment set up.
Emma told me that Ian was in the bathroom and that I could use it to change when he came out. Emma went off to get changed so I hung around waiting for Ian, sexy thoughts going through my head the whole time. After about five or ten minutes Ian wasn’t out so I presumed he wasn’t in the bathroom after all. I tried the door, which wasn’t locked, and walked in to see Ian from behind stood up in front of the toilet. The lid was down and pictures of me naked we strewn across the toilet lid. His trousers were around his ankles and I could tell he was wanking his cock over the picture of me with my legs open. One was a close-up! The cheeky bugger had put his zoom at maximum and my pussy lips were ever so slightly open, glistening in my juices. When he turned and saw me he went bright red, pulled his trousers up to hide his cock and ran out of the room. Having Ian wanking over me got me even more turned on than I already was, my pussy was literally dripping.
I decided to put my orange micro-bikini on for the start of the shoot, as it doesn’t cover much and is easy to remove. I came out of the bathroom to find them chatting about what they wanted and was invited to make my way onto the set.
“I thought it would be nice if we started with a few bikini shots,” I said, and they both agreed but Ian refrained from looking me in the eye.
Emma was wearing a short summer dress similar to mine and she sat to one side on the sofa. I saw Ian had plenty of film and told him I was ready. Ian snapped away as Emma told me what to do and what positions to take. After Ian had taken a few shots of me in my bikini I started to take it off. It fastens with strings and as I undid them my tits came slowly into view. I teased Ian by keeping my nipples hidden for what to him must have seemed like an age. When I pulled my hands away Ian started taking pictures more often. I pushed my tits together, leant over so that they swung free, pouted to the camera as I tweaked my nipples, jiggled them and caressed them with my hands.
I looked over to where Emma was sitting and she had her legs slightly open so that I could see straight up her dress at her hairy pussy. She saw me looking and hiked up her dress for a second to give me a quick glimpse of her naked sex. I looked over to a very red faced Ian who had stopped briefly to change the film again. His hands a blur in an effort to get back to me as fast as possible. Once ready again he moved the camera a little closer and took another photo before looking over at Emma to get her barking instructions at me again.
‘Take off those bikini bottoms!’ Emma said.
I didn’t object and turned around so that my arse was facing Ian then pulled the strings on both sides of my bikini. The tiny piece of fabric hit the floor and I bent right over to give Ian some good photo opportunities. I heard him snapping away as I made different poses for him as ordered by Emma who wasn’t shy with her graphic orders.
“Look,” she said to Ian, “She’s shaved her pussy just for us, aren’t we lucky.”
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Ian was grinning from ear to ear. There was a huge erection under his trousers forming a tent that actually looked like it may be a little painful.. All the time I was doing more poses while Emma now had control of me. I did exactly as she ordered and her orders were getting bolder.
“Bend right over!” she said, and I did, giving him a great view of my rear. I was ordered to lay face down then go up onto my knees so that my pussy and anus were in the air on show. Without Emma asking I put my hands on my butt cheeks and pulled myself wide open so that I was completely exposed.
Next I rolled over and spread my legs. At this point Ian took the camera off the tripod and changed film at record speed before moving in closer. I moved my legs as far open as I could so that I was totally exposed to him. I felt like a model from Hustler or I was auditioning for a Private video.
“Spread your cunt lips!” she said. I spread them wide for Ian who had moved in so close the zoom of his lens only inches from my now aching pussy. I was wet, really wet in fact and I knew that Ian’s camera would be getting this for people to see. I also knew that Ian was close enough to smell my arousal. The idea of being drooled over came into my mind and I felt a rush as I imagined loads of men jerking off to my pictures like a model in a glamour magazine.
I looked over to see Emma with three fingers working in and out of her pussy at break neck speed. I heard her juices being moved about by her fingers and for some reason staring right at her pussy as she got herself off didn’t feel at all weird. Her lipstick red lips pursed together and her eyes went tight shut as she went over the edge, panting loudly as her orgasm took over her. Her clit must have reached maximum sensitivity as she pulled her hand away sharply and her gaping pussy slowly closed itself like elevator doors. As she recovered she looked me in the eye with that satisfied look. Meanwhile Ian was still taking pictures of my gaping pussy and I noticed that I was inadvertently rubbing around my clit with my other hand.
“Mind if I join you? Give Ian some pics of us together?”
Before I could say yes she lifted her summer dress over her head, walked over to me and pushed her face against my pussy. The second her tongue hit my clit I was in heaven as an orgasm went straight through me. I then forgot about the camera as Emma started licking and sucking at my pussy. She pushed my hands away to get closer in and I sensed that her tongue was going deep into me as her bottom lip trembled against my clit. It was just the right amount of pressure on my clit that was the difference between pleasure and pain. Just as a second orgasm was building she stopped and lowered her sopping pussy into my face, rubbing her slit against my chin.
Emma and I really went at each other with our tongues and my face was totally drenched in her juices that seemed to just keep on coming. I darted my tongue in and out of her hairy pussy, using two fingers to hold her lips wide open. Emma’s clitoris was stuck way out and was the same colour as her lipstick so I was gentle with it. Emma was really pleasuring me and I found it had to return her cunnilingus as I was overwhelmed by the sensations my own clit was giving. Suddenly she went rigid and stopped licking my pussy as she came loudly, her legs squeezing my chest as she did so.
I then felt her holding my pussy lips open and guessed she was giving Ian some real hard-core pictures. I felt so dirty yet so horny. Never had I felt so sexed up in all my life, I was yet to even get a good hard cock inside me. Emma then stood up and walked briskly towards another room leaving me there exposed and frustrated as I was desperate for an orgasm.
Ian was changing films again and I lay there rubbing myself as I watched Ian who was now stroking his cock through his trousers.
“This is unfair,” I said to Ian. “Emma and me are starkers and you’re still fully dressed!”
“Well that’s how it should be!” He said. “You two are my porn models and I am the photographer!”
I didn’t notice Emma return for a moment, but I soon realized where she had gone. She was wearing a huge black strap-on cock! It must have been nine or ten inches long with a girth that gave it porn star proportions.
“Time for you to get a proper shafting!” she said as she ordered me to bend over, ready to take it from behind.
“I was going to put some lube on but I don’t think you need it!”
She was right! I was so wet that the fake cock slid straight in to the hilt, followed by Emma giving me long hard strokes. The orgasm that had faded when she left was now growing again as she pummeled me, the fake ball sack smashing hard against my clit with every thrust. Emma slapped my arse and called me her porn slut as she fucked me so hard that my tits were swinging like giant pendulums. I soon lost control as I came. Then, without asking me first, she ordered Ian to get underneath us to get some good shots of my filled pussy being stretched over the giant black phallus. Ian lay on the floor and took photos so graphic as I couldn’t imagine. I still had images if hung hunks jerking come all over my pictures and my orgasm was still giving me sensations. My pussy felt so stretched and my pussy throbbed.
As Emma slowly slipped the black strap-on out of me she ordered me to sit on Ian’s face that was nicely positioned for such a task. Ian’s tongue was quickly probing me as Emma took control of the camera. She kissed me then knelt in front of me, ordering me to suck her off, to suck off my pussy juices. I felt such a slut as I sucked off the fake black cock whilst having a bloke I hardly knew eating my swollen pussy. My next orgasm hit me unexpectedly and I nearly choked on the strap-on as Ian lapped at my gaping slit.
Emma pulled away from me and Ian stood up leaving me to collapse onto my side completely fucked to heaven and back. Emma took pictures of my smiling face and then parted my legs to get some shots of my very red pussy. I was totally spent yet totally satisfied. Ian had a look on his face that said he was in dire need of release before his engorged cock exploded. He grabbed Emma by the strap-on and pulled her towards their bedroom, closing the door behind them. I lay there for another ten minutes listening to Ian fucking Emma for all he was worth before I got up and composed myself ready to go home. As I put my summer dress back on I heard Ian come loudly and the bed springs stopped making their noises.
I got my stuff together and was going to just leave them to it when Emma came out of the bedroom with her purse. She had a huge smile on her face and gave me a hug before taking out some cash for me. I nearly said that payment wasn’t necessary but I knew that porn models got paid and I was now a porn model. I WAS NOW A PORN MODEL! Money was soon not a problem for me as I got myself into every men’s magazine I could: hard-core, soft, Scandinavian, European, I even do private shoots for rich customers. It means that whenever Emma calls me I’m happy to do her a free session.
One of the younger ladies, Lucia, who is in her late twenties was a teacher in the art department in my university. She asked me if I would do a nude session next week for students nearing the end of their degree courses who needed life work for their portfolios. I think she noticed my face not looking overly happy at the idea of doing it in a place where people I know, or see around campus, are going to see me. She was quick to point out that the usual fee for life models at the university is £50 per hour and likely to last an hour and a half to two hours. I couldn’t really afford to say no to as much as £100 so agreed to do it. I knew I may have to put up with a load of boys who may know me or see me on campus looking me over, but for £100 I felt I could cope. Besides, I have no problems with showing off my body. I have always been told that I am sexy looking with a firm 36C-24-34 figure and natural tan (my dad is half Italian). I gave Lucia my mobile phone number and she said she’d call me to confirm details.
I got a text message from Lucia with the details and I arrived with good time to prepare myself. I was shown to the back of the studio to a little room where I could get myself ready by Lucia. About twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and Lucia said that they were ready. As I walked out into the room I was confronted by her art class, the majority of whom were girls to my relief. Even better was that I didn’t recognize anybody in the group. I slowly dropped my robe and got into the pose Lucia wanted.
After about an hour we had a break and the class started talking and generally relaxing. Lucia then brought me a cup of tea and we started chatting. After some small talk she asked if at the end of the session I was interested in her doing a small photo session for her, so that she could do some extra drawings at home. I didn’t see any harm so I agreed; and besides, she offered me an extra £20 and said that she’d give me the negatives and any prints once she was finished.
The rest of the session Flew by and it wasn’t long before it was just Lucia and two of her students, Ian and Emma were left. Lucia explained that they were her best students (she later mentioned that they were also a couple) and asked if I minded if they took a few pictures. I didn’t mind, but the thought of Ian taking photos of me was beginning to turn me on. The set was ready, a simple pale blue background and a low stool, and I sat down with my robe just hanging down while Lucia explained what I should do.
“Just let yourself go,” she said, “just do as many poses as you can so that I can get a good selection from which to choose.” I realized that no mention was made of the pictures and negatives that Ian would be taking with his camera.
At first I was a little unsure of what to do as I didn’t want to be too open but I didn’t want to hide myself either. As the session went on I got into the feel of it and was soon enjoying myself. I kept noticing how Ian was trying to get a good view of my pussy without being too obvious. Although I was unsure at first, I got more daring. At one point Lucia went to get some more film so I sat forward on the stool and opened my legs as wide as I could. I then noticed Emma wink at me and give me a telling smile which made my cunt juices begin to boil; I also noticed a bulge forming in Ian’s jeans. Lucia returned so I repositioned myself to hide how wet my cunt was. She said that she was out of film and that if Ian was finished we could call it a day. Ian shrugged and began to pack away.
As I was getting dressed later Lucia came in to pay me and I noticed that she was looking at my rock hard nipples.
“Does it turn you on doing nude modeling?” she asked.
I told her that it was just the cold but I’m sure she saw my blushes. When I got home that night I had the best wank ever, my vibrator bringing me off several times, at one point I thought I was going to wake up my flat-mates with my screams of pleasure.
I thought that would be it, but a few days later I bumped into Emma in town. She thanked me for making Ian so horny, she had got a good seeing to that night. She apologized for not being professional about the shoot but that it was the best fuck that they had had in weeks. As we walked around the shops together we became very friendly and she asked me if I fancied doing another shoot, this time at her flat. She said that she could afford it as her father was rich and gave her more than enough money to survive.
“If it leads to a fuck as good as the last time you modeled for Ian it will be £50 well spent.”
After my orgasms last time I wasn’t going to turn this opportunity down and we agreed to get together that night. I went straight home and got myself ready, deciding it would be nice to give my pussy a fresh shave so that Ian and Emma would get a better view of my hole. I left a small tuft of short brown hair just above my slit but the rest was completely shaved, showing off my pussy lips to perfection. I put on my sexiest summer dress, high heels and nothing else; packed a small bag with some sexy underwear, a micro-bikini and my vibrator in case I got the chance to sneak a quick session.
I arrived slightly early and caught Emma in just her dressing gown. She didn’t seem too worried and invited me in. She showed me the set she had made at the end of the lounge. The set was identical to the one I had used at the college, even the stall was the same, and there was also what looked like expensive camera equipment set up.
Emma told me that Ian was in the bathroom and that I could use it to change when he came out. Emma went off to get changed so I hung around waiting for Ian, sexy thoughts going through my head the whole time. After about five or ten minutes Ian wasn’t out so I presumed he wasn’t in the bathroom after all. I tried the door, which wasn’t locked, and walked in to see Ian from behind stood up in front of the toilet. The lid was down and pictures of me naked we strewn across the toilet lid. His trousers were around his ankles and I could tell he was wanking his cock over the picture of me with my legs open. One was a close-up! The cheeky bugger had put his zoom at maximum and my pussy lips were ever so slightly open, glistening in my juices. When he turned and saw me he went bright red, pulled his trousers up to hide his cock and ran out of the room. Having Ian wanking over me got me even more turned on than I already was, my pussy was literally dripping.
I decided to put my orange micro-bikini on for the start of the shoot, as it doesn’t cover much and is easy to remove. I came out of the bathroom to find them chatting about what they wanted and was invited to make my way onto the set.
“I thought it would be nice if we started with a few bikini shots,” I said, and they both agreed but Ian refrained from looking me in the eye.
Emma was wearing a short summer dress similar to mine and she sat to one side on the sofa. I saw Ian had plenty of film and told him I was ready. Ian snapped away as Emma told me what to do and what positions to take. After Ian had taken a few shots of me in my bikini I started to take it off. It fastens with strings and as I undid them my tits came slowly into view. I teased Ian by keeping my nipples hidden for what to him must have seemed like an age. When I pulled my hands away Ian started taking pictures more often. I pushed my tits together, leant over so that they swung free, pouted to the camera as I tweaked my nipples, jiggled them and caressed them with my hands.
I looked over to where Emma was sitting and she had her legs slightly open so that I could see straight up her dress at her hairy pussy. She saw me looking and hiked up her dress for a second to give me a quick glimpse of her naked sex. I looked over to a very red faced Ian who had stopped briefly to change the film again. His hands a blur in an effort to get back to me as fast as possible. Once ready again he moved the camera a little closer and took another photo before looking over at Emma to get her barking instructions at me again.
‘Take off those bikini bottoms!’ Emma said.
I didn’t object and turned around so that my arse was facing Ian then pulled the strings on both sides of my bikini. The tiny piece of fabric hit the floor and I bent right over to give Ian some good photo opportunities. I heard him snapping away as I made different poses for him as ordered by Emma who wasn’t shy with her graphic orders.
“Look,” she said to Ian, “She’s shaved her pussy just for us, aren’t we lucky.”
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Ian was grinning from ear to ear. There was a huge erection under his trousers forming a tent that actually looked like it may be a little painful.. All the time I was doing more poses while Emma now had control of me. I did exactly as she ordered and her orders were getting bolder.
“Bend right over!” she said, and I did, giving him a great view of my rear. I was ordered to lay face down then go up onto my knees so that my pussy and anus were in the air on show. Without Emma asking I put my hands on my butt cheeks and pulled myself wide open so that I was completely exposed.
Next I rolled over and spread my legs. At this point Ian took the camera off the tripod and changed film at record speed before moving in closer. I moved my legs as far open as I could so that I was totally exposed to him. I felt like a model from Hustler or I was auditioning for a Private video.
“Spread your cunt lips!” she said. I spread them wide for Ian who had moved in so close the zoom of his lens only inches from my now aching pussy. I was wet, really wet in fact and I knew that Ian’s camera would be getting this for people to see. I also knew that Ian was close enough to smell my arousal. The idea of being drooled over came into my mind and I felt a rush as I imagined loads of men jerking off to my pictures like a model in a glamour magazine.
I looked over to see Emma with three fingers working in and out of her pussy at break neck speed. I heard her juices being moved about by her fingers and for some reason staring right at her pussy as she got herself off didn’t feel at all weird. Her lipstick red lips pursed together and her eyes went tight shut as she went over the edge, panting loudly as her orgasm took over her. Her clit must have reached maximum sensitivity as she pulled her hand away sharply and her gaping pussy slowly closed itself like elevator doors. As she recovered she looked me in the eye with that satisfied look. Meanwhile Ian was still taking pictures of my gaping pussy and I noticed that I was inadvertently rubbing around my clit with my other hand.
“Mind if I join you? Give Ian some pics of us together?”
Before I could say yes she lifted her summer dress over her head, walked over to me and pushed her face against my pussy. The second her tongue hit my clit I was in heaven as an orgasm went straight through me. I then forgot about the camera as Emma started licking and sucking at my pussy. She pushed my hands away to get closer in and I sensed that her tongue was going deep into me as her bottom lip trembled against my clit. It was just the right amount of pressure on my clit that was the difference between pleasure and pain. Just as a second orgasm was building she stopped and lowered her sopping pussy into my face, rubbing her slit against my chin.
Emma and I really went at each other with our tongues and my face was totally drenched in her juices that seemed to just keep on coming. I darted my tongue in and out of her hairy pussy, using two fingers to hold her lips wide open. Emma’s clitoris was stuck way out and was the same colour as her lipstick so I was gentle with it. Emma was really pleasuring me and I found it had to return her cunnilingus as I was overwhelmed by the sensations my own clit was giving. Suddenly she went rigid and stopped licking my pussy as she came loudly, her legs squeezing my chest as she did so.
I then felt her holding my pussy lips open and guessed she was giving Ian some real hard-core pictures. I felt so dirty yet so horny. Never had I felt so sexed up in all my life, I was yet to even get a good hard cock inside me. Emma then stood up and walked briskly towards another room leaving me there exposed and frustrated as I was desperate for an orgasm.
Ian was changing films again and I lay there rubbing myself as I watched Ian who was now stroking his cock through his trousers.
“This is unfair,” I said to Ian. “Emma and me are starkers and you’re still fully dressed!”
“Well that’s how it should be!” He said. “You two are my porn models and I am the photographer!”
I didn’t notice Emma return for a moment, but I soon realized where she had gone. She was wearing a huge black strap-on cock! It must have been nine or ten inches long with a girth that gave it porn star proportions.
“Time for you to get a proper shafting!” she said as she ordered me to bend over, ready to take it from behind.
“I was going to put some lube on but I don’t think you need it!”
She was right! I was so wet that the fake cock slid straight in to the hilt, followed by Emma giving me long hard strokes. The orgasm that had faded when she left was now growing again as she pummeled me, the fake ball sack smashing hard against my clit with every thrust. Emma slapped my arse and called me her porn slut as she fucked me so hard that my tits were swinging like giant pendulums. I soon lost control as I came. Then, without asking me first, she ordered Ian to get underneath us to get some good shots of my filled pussy being stretched over the giant black phallus. Ian lay on the floor and took photos so graphic as I couldn’t imagine. I still had images if hung hunks jerking come all over my pictures and my orgasm was still giving me sensations. My pussy felt so stretched and my pussy throbbed.
As Emma slowly slipped the black strap-on out of me she ordered me to sit on Ian’s face that was nicely positioned for such a task. Ian’s tongue was quickly probing me as Emma took control of the camera. She kissed me then knelt in front of me, ordering me to suck her off, to suck off my pussy juices. I felt such a slut as I sucked off the fake black cock whilst having a bloke I hardly knew eating my swollen pussy. My next orgasm hit me unexpectedly and I nearly choked on the strap-on as Ian lapped at my gaping slit.
Emma pulled away from me and Ian stood up leaving me to collapse onto my side completely fucked to heaven and back. Emma took pictures of my smiling face and then parted my legs to get some shots of my very red pussy. I was totally spent yet totally satisfied. Ian had a look on his face that said he was in dire need of release before his engorged cock exploded. He grabbed Emma by the strap-on and pulled her towards their bedroom, closing the door behind them. I lay there for another ten minutes listening to Ian fucking Emma for all he was worth before I got up and composed myself ready to go home. As I put my summer dress back on I heard Ian come loudly and the bed springs stopped making their noises.
I got my stuff together and was going to just leave them to it when Emma came out of the bedroom with her purse. She had a huge smile on her face and gave me a hug before taking out some cash for me. I nearly said that payment wasn’t necessary but I knew that porn models got paid and I was now a porn model. I WAS NOW A PORN MODEL! Money was soon not a problem for me as I got myself into every men’s magazine I could: hard-core, soft, Scandinavian, European, I even do private shoots for rich customers. It means that whenever Emma calls me I’m happy to do her a free session.
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