The photographer .

I'm a girl who, like the vast majority, dreams of one day becoming a photographic model, film and television artist or any other activity that will bring her fame and fortune without much effort. Since she was very young, people have told me that I am an extremely beautiful and intelligent child, so I grew up thinking that someday I would become a famous model. In my thirteen-year-old glory well lived, I have long blond hair, 1.68 in height, six short hard ones with nicely delineated contours on both hips and legs. But my greatest pride is still in my little bundle that's very round and wrinkled which I am most proud to show off when going to the beach. After being photographed a lot by my parents and uncles with less than convincing results, I decided it was high time for me to go into professional-level photography and finally present an "book" to modeling agencies. So I went to a local photography studio, where an elderly gentleman greeted me and praised my looks. He gave me some tips on what to wear when taking pictures for the <unk>book<unk>; he kindly invited me to take photos as a test of his talent by directing me into a room with all his equipment so that we could have normal photographs without makeup or changing clothes. As soon as we finished, he asked me to come back the next day and look at the results. The following day I was invited by him to examine the photos and give my opinion. Despite not having any make-up on and being photographed in exactly the same clothes I was amazed with the result and concluded that this is the photographer who wanted so much to find a way for me to succeed. On about the fourth or fifth visit to the studio, he asked me that on my next trip I bring some different clothes for a change of clothing including one or more bikinis and even a beach towel. As I had done before, I did exactly as he said and the following day there I was for those dreamed-of photographs. To my surprise, as soon as I took off my clothes and was only in underwear to put on the clothing for the first pictures the door opened and he came naturally like he had already seen me this way a hundred times. I tried to cover myself with what I could get but it wasn't enough to cover me up and there I was, almost completely exposed to that stranger. To reassure me, he told me that I had seen many naked or half-naked women before and that I was just another one. Not knowing what to do, I tried feeling comfortable and kept dressing. After a good amount of photos he asked me to do some poses that I thought were too erotic for my taste and every time he wanted me to change position under the pretext of helping, he kept touching me in an unusual way which was already making me feel uneasy and slightly nervous. Not that I didn't know anything about vandalism but theory is one thing and practice another completely different. Soon I realized his intentions weren't the best but nevertheless decided to go ahead and see what would come out. Immediately I put on a thin white blouse, he told me not to wear a bra to give the photo a sexier touch because in this way you could see perfectly my pink nipples. After taking some pictures like that he approached me and without saying anything was unbuttoning my blouse almost exposing my little breasts completely. After a few more pictures, he asked me to take off my jeans and stay in underwear because he was going to shoot some sensational photos that later if I wanted they could be sold to some foreign magazine and logically I would make good money. At first I was afraid these photos might one day end up in the hands of my parents or someone I knew but he assured me that the possible buyer for these photographs would be an international magazine and certainly my parents would never see them. Despite the shame of being almost naked in front of a stranger, especially one much older than me, I innocently thought that this was fair and worth any sacrifice. After taking some more pictures he brazenly told me if I would be nice to him and collaborate things could get easier for me because he had many friends at modeling agencies fashion magazine publishers even websites who were interested in my photos. When I asked him what it meant to be "nice", he brazenly told me that if I gave him a few kisses, let him suck on my little breasts, things would get much easier. I almost had a laugh when he said this and logically responded with an emphatic "no" since I didn't have done so at least not with my manor-boyfriend as I was thinking of doing with stranger and far older than myself. Even so, in spite of that refusal he came towards me and grabbing at me started trying to kiss me and smooth my tiny boobs which even against my will got the completely hard nipples. When I tried to repel him, he told me his not cooperate besides losing the photos he had taken and I adored, he would send them to my parents so they knew what i was doing secretly fearing the consequences settle down and allow myself abuse being a virgin until then I was being fucking blackmailed and had no escape. What happened next wasn't in my original plans, and that guy even though he was a lot older than me was very nice and charming not to mention the tremendous lip on him and the huge volume already starting to form under his pants so I just kind of got carried away by it all with nothing but flowery panties lying there on the couch where they were taking pictures and found myself completely exposed and defenseless against the advances from this crazy extortionist. It all began with a tremendous kiss, such as I had never been kissed before, and his tongue wagging at mine. His left hand gently caressing one of my little nipples while the right took hold of my almost hairless bosom initiating a delicious siren that within seconds drove me to madness. Going down over my neck, his warm mouth quickly found my breasts sucking like a hungry calf. Unable to control my instincts in front of those stimuli, my small boob was already completely wet and my whole body trembled in a mixture of fear and desire. Descending still further, he continued to lick and nibble on my belly, my navel and finally arrived at his great object of desire. Fortunately shortly before leaving the house I had taken a long bath as always and my whole body was exhaling childlike cologne that I always use after bathing. Without realizing it my legs opened slightly and my panties moved sideways to allow for advances by this hairy hand over my tiny little cricket. For a few minutes, he delighted in this fantastic siren and with spinning movements made my head also turn rapidly in that hurricane of emotions. The next moment my vision darkened, my little body which had never experienced those sensations began to vibrate and for the first time I enjoyed an explosion of lights and colours. Until then, all I'd ever enjoyed was playing my Sirens in the solitude of my room and nothing compared to it. For the first time I had made fun of a real man and feeling my body all soft, let myself lie on that couch to recover my breath and strength. When I came back into reality felt something leaning against my face and unintentionally opened my mouth for receiving an awful hard pussy shining against my lips. I must admit that at first it was disgusting but soon afterwards decided it was my turn to give some pleasure to who just led me in paradise with his mouth as well. As I had already seen in the videos of mischief, swallowed everything that I could hold from this beautiful stick and sucked it making movements inside-out. Even without experience, I think I was doing very well and also giving him a huge pleasure because his moans were getting louder and his body vibrated so much that we seemed to be in the middle of a giant earthquake. In seconds he couldn't resist more than "the torture" released jets and jetes of hot thick fuck which flooded my mouth almost causing me to vomit To make me even more nauseous and to get rid of all that accumulated shit in my mouth, I swallowed it at once and seeing a huge smile of satisfaction on his face, I felt completely fulfilled. He had enjoyed as much as I did. Returning to the starting position, i.e., kneeling between my legs and with this very hard pussy, he continued sucking on my little breasts and when he kissed me, he took off my panties and I could already feel the head of that cocksucker seeking refuge in my warm and moist gut which until then had never been penetrated. When I felt my head forcing its way in, I backed away fearing the pain it might feel and he grew more affectionate, calming me by saying that it wouldn't hurt and if I was feeling a lot of pain he would immediately stop. I relaxed and he took advantage of this carelessness with an accurate blow he stuck halfway through that huge stick into my shinny. The adoration I felt was intense but at the same time transient because within seconds he could already move his spear inside and out without causing so much pain to me. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, I enjoyed two more times before he at the time of his second mockery pulled that pause out from inside me and threw all his shit on my belly and nipples. We hugged each other for some longer and after we got our breath back, we took a delicious bath together where several times I felt like I was over-smoothing my bundle in clear intention to prepare myself for anal penetration which is what I'll tell you about next.