College Girl : Bad Girls Have More Fun

I was working in a coffee shop when one customer hands me his business card. He said he was a photographer and would I be interested in making some extra money? I hadn’t thought of myself as model material, but he said he’d like to discuss things further with me. Why not? I could use some more money and it didn’t sound difficult. So after work, I called him. I was just a college girl looking to pay my bills. This might earn more than a coffee shop gig. He asked me to come over and he said he had some print work I might be suited for. Flyers that got stuffed in mailboxes and under windshields. That sort of thing. He said it was a few hours for a few hundred dollars. So I agreed.

He was a nice-looking guy and one of the clothing stores the flyers were four had swimsuits. I was in these tiny bathing suits and I was teasing him. Bending over so my cleavage showed, so my ass cheeks nearly were totally visible. He was trying to remain professional, but I could see the bulge in his pants growing. I wondered if he’d ever make a pass at me. I hoped so, since if he did, he’d get lucky. He called me for similar work over the next few weeks. Each time I got a bit more bold in teasing him. He seemed to like it and never got handsy with me. I was testing his patience, and it was fun.

Being a college girl, you have so many opportunities opening up in the world for you. Flirting with men is just one fun thing to do. Getting this photographer in bed would be great. One night we finished shooting pics quite late. He asked if I’d like to have a drink with him. This was it. I knew this was my chance. I said, of course. We sat down and he got a bottle of wine out of the mini fridge he kept there at the studio. He poured us two glasses, and we sat on the fainting couch he had set up as one of the props. We chatted and enjoyed the wine, then the conversation turned a bit more intimate. It wasn’t as if I could be his sugar baby, but this could get interesting.

He said he knew He attracted me, and he felt the same way. , but he wasn’t some dirty old man. I burst out laughing and said I knew he wasn’t. He placed our glasses on the coffee table in front of us and leaned over and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, and I could feel my juices beginning to flow in response. His hand touched my breast. My nipples hardened in response. I soon felt his hand snake its way under my dress and up to my pussy. His fingertips grazed my cunt lips through my panties, making them moisten. I spread my thighs to give him better access, and he definitely took advantage.

I felt his fingers go in through the leg hole of my panties, caressing my pussy. He caressed my clit. Soon, I slipped off, and I was nude on the couch. His face between my thighs, licking me to my first of many orgasms that night. After licking me to satisfaction, he finally slipped his cock into my waiting cunt. His girth stretched me open, making me wince at his sheer size. I loved the way he pumped into me, positioning me just right so that I will explode. His cock touching my clit with each thrust.

Being a college girl, I had some sexual experience, of course, but not as much as a man of his maturity. Older men can be very sexy, with all that knowledge and patience. I wrapped my legs around him and he pumped into me until I came all over his cock. He waited until I came yet again, before cumming himself. What a true gentleman. His photos of me were beautiful as always. I very much enjoyed posing for him, and now being his young lover. I can’t wait to see what’s next

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