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Yes, being a gorgeous female, does have its merits. Being desired in a sexual way, can be both uplifting and delicious, especially if your a girl into good and naughty sex.
As a teen I spent more time nude than dressed, I flashed a lot, and was labeled, 'Jail Bait', 'Cock Teaser', and tamely, a 'Vamp'
One of my ultimate dares was to pose for a camera club, my bouncers, consisting of my older brothers, stood by with an impassioned demeanor, as men closed in to within touching distance, clicking and sweating, a glazed look in their eyes, as every pore in my naked body were exposed, especially in and around my vagina.
After the session I saw one of my brothers talking to a seedy man, then pass over a handful of notes, which he stuffed into his pocket.
I went back into the ladies toilet, where my clothes were, only to find my brassiere and knickers were missing, I smiled ironically, wondering which of the men would jack-off with my undergarment wrapped around their members.
Pulling my short dress on, I went back out into the room, where most of the men hung around to meet me.
They were drinking and smoking, talking in hushed whispers, after all this was considered underground stuff, and all of these men could be considered as p*******es, and prosecuted, if disclosed.
Knowing this empowered me, and as I knocked back a seriously large whiskey and coke, I remarked on my missing underwear, and suggested they return it to me, soiled or not, when they finished with it, hence my earlier labeling.
'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it look ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my tongue, and my inhibitions, by equal measures.
I enjoyed this part, getting to know the pervs, strutting my stuff, being as dirty as my photos, now in their cameras, which they guarded as living proof of my existence.
I always noted they used to lick their lips as they spoke to me, I liked that, strange fetish, but it did hold strong sexual overtones for this teen girl, and when I was in the 'mood', I closed my eyes and saw their wet lips, and 'Bang', it never failed to do the trick.
Of course as I wandered amongst them, they knew of my nakedness beneath the flimsy dress, its hem hanging inches below my bottom, and the upskirt brigade, never missed an opportunity, to add a few more shots to their portfolio, embedded on their film.
This one piece of apparel, afforded them the opportunity to touch, my brothers hovering close by to ensure my safety, allowed them to fraternize more intimately, so a hand around my waist or shoulder, for a group photo, was tolerated, but in some moments, in dark corners, as my brothers were drinking and chatting, a hand would slip from my waist, and follow the contours of my bum, and ride back up slowly, disappearing under the short hem, part my soft cheeks and finger my bum hole, as the cameras clicked, how the perpetrator would look at this photo and see the dark passion in my eyes, something I was aware off, so my look was one of wanton lust, as if I was on the verge of an orgasm, and he was taking me there.
I told my brothers I was letting them go his far, it was good for business, and besides only a few, chosen by me, would be privileged, to finger my bum hole.
At this point I quietly tell you, that during my quiet quality time, as I mull over these debauched events, I find my own finger inserted adds to the spice, its insertion in lieu of my chosen privileged admirers.
Of course as many of you readers here can see, I was in the very early stages of experimenting with DP, as it's known today, and yes my mental faculty, firmly associated and cemented, bum play with regular sex.
I was now at the stage where I needed a little more to boost my quality time, I was fast running out of imaginative ideas to bring me off, so I became more daring, more dirty in my after tours, anything to add the little push, like a junkie needing a stronger fix, my problem being, my strong sexual drive, making me a two to three times a night quality time girl.
After photo shoots I would go back into the change room, and always came out nude under my dress, sometimes I would wear large diamond mesh stockings, but never panties, even when they were not stolen, but I added a simple low cost product to my itinerary, a finger full of vaseline, conveniently inserted and lubricated enough, to allow my chosen subject insertion into my anus, while I gesticulated to others around, arranging all for more photos, thus giving my inserted friend enough time to enjoy my anus, with a full insertion.
Of course through time even this dulled my senses, as I developed and my needs grew stronger, two inches forward lay the true prize, and my clitoris was aching for more attention, and soon I found out a cost cutting exercise was at hand, my vaginal secretions were sufficient to dispense with the vaseline.
Before long, a select few of my chosen subjects were coming back, not so much for the photo shoot, but to be chosen for the finger fuck, that inevitably followed.
I was dispensing with the variety theory and going for the same men, who grouped behind me, for the group photo, four or five in front and three behind, where from a distance, where my brothers stood drinking, looked innocent enough, but two either side, behind me, held my cheeks open me, and the middle man did the dirty.
I was being fucked in a room full of dirty men and my brothers, and I was having orgasms to die for, I was in sexual utopia, carrying home a mixture of sperms to toy with as I lay in bed, squeezing my treasures from within.
In the three years I played with the photo shoot, we grossed several thousand pounds, I had several abortions, and was treated for STD's, crazy, yes I admit, but my sexual spirit demanded the most from my god give body, I abused it, but loved it, possibly more then the older men who fertilized it.
As a teen I spent more time nude than dressed, I flashed a lot, and was labeled, 'Jail Bait', 'Cock Teaser', and tamely, a 'Vamp'
One of my ultimate dares was to pose for a camera club, my bouncers, consisting of my older brothers, stood by with an impassioned demeanor, as men closed in to within touching distance, clicking and sweating, a glazed look in their eyes, as every pore in my naked body were exposed, especially in and around my vagina.
After the session I saw one of my brothers talking to a seedy man, then pass over a handful of notes, which he stuffed into his pocket.
I went back into the ladies toilet, where my clothes were, only to find my brassiere and knickers were missing, I smiled ironically, wondering which of the men would jack-off with my undergarment wrapped around their members.
Pulling my short dress on, I went back out into the room, where most of the men hung around to meet me.
They were drinking and smoking, talking in hushed whispers, after all this was considered underground stuff, and all of these men could be considered as p*******es, and prosecuted, if disclosed.
Knowing this empowered me, and as I knocked back a seriously large whiskey and coke, I remarked on my missing underwear, and suggested they return it to me, soiled or not, when they finished with it, hence my earlier labeling.
'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it look ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my tongue, and my inhibitions, by equal measures.
I enjoyed this part, getting to know the pervs, strutting my stuff, being as dirty as my photos, now in their cameras, which they guarded as living proof of my existence.
I always noted they used to lick their lips as they spoke to me, I liked that, strange fetish, but it did hold strong sexual overtones for this teen girl, and when I was in the 'mood', I closed my eyes and saw their wet lips, and 'Bang', it never failed to do the trick.
Of course as I wandered amongst them, they knew of my nakedness beneath the flimsy dress, its hem hanging inches below my bottom, and the upskirt brigade, never missed an opportunity, to add a few more shots to their portfolio, embedded on their film.
This one piece of apparel, afforded them the opportunity to touch, my brothers hovering close by to ensure my safety, allowed them to fraternize more intimately, so a hand around my waist or shoulder, for a group photo, was tolerated, but in some moments, in dark corners, as my brothers were drinking and chatting, a hand would slip from my waist, and follow the contours of my bum, and ride back up slowly, disappearing under the short hem, part my soft cheeks and finger my bum hole, as the cameras clicked, how the perpetrator would look at this photo and see the dark passion in my eyes, something I was aware off, so my look was one of wanton lust, as if I was on the verge of an orgasm, and he was taking me there.
I told my brothers I was letting them go his far, it was good for business, and besides only a few, chosen by me, would be privileged, to finger my bum hole.
At this point I quietly tell you, that during my quiet quality time, as I mull over these debauched events, I find my own finger inserted adds to the spice, its insertion in lieu of my chosen privileged admirers.
Of course as many of you readers here can see, I was in the very early stages of experimenting with DP, as it's known today, and yes my mental faculty, firmly associated and cemented, bum play with regular sex.
I was now at the stage where I needed a little more to boost my quality time, I was fast running out of imaginative ideas to bring me off, so I became more daring, more dirty in my after tours, anything to add the little push, like a junkie needing a stronger fix, my problem being, my strong sexual drive, making me a two to three times a night quality time girl.
After photo shoots I would go back into the change room, and always came out nude under my dress, sometimes I would wear large diamond mesh stockings, but never panties, even when they were not stolen, but I added a simple low cost product to my itinerary, a finger full of vaseline, conveniently inserted and lubricated enough, to allow my chosen subject insertion into my anus, while I gesticulated to others around, arranging all for more photos, thus giving my inserted friend enough time to enjoy my anus, with a full insertion.
Of course through time even this dulled my senses, as I developed and my needs grew stronger, two inches forward lay the true prize, and my clitoris was aching for more attention, and soon I found out a cost cutting exercise was at hand, my vaginal secretions were sufficient to dispense with the vaseline.
Before long, a select few of my chosen subjects were coming back, not so much for the photo shoot, but to be chosen for the finger fuck, that inevitably followed.
I was dispensing with the variety theory and going for the same men, who grouped behind me, for the group photo, four or five in front and three behind, where from a distance, where my brothers stood drinking, looked innocent enough, but two either side, behind me, held my cheeks open me, and the middle man did the dirty.
I was being fucked in a room full of dirty men and my brothers, and I was having orgasms to die for, I was in sexual utopia, carrying home a mixture of sperms to toy with as I lay in bed, squeezing my treasures from within.
In the three years I played with the photo shoot, we grossed several thousand pounds, I had several abortions, and was treated for STD's, crazy, yes I admit, but my sexual spirit demanded the most from my god give body, I abused it, but loved it, possibly more then the older men who fertilized it.
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