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I began my erotic modeling in the way many young girls do. I'd just left home and moved to the city. I was eighteen years old and didn't have any qualifications. What's a girl to do? I eventually found a part time waitressing gig, but it was only just enough to pay the rent in the fleabag apartment I was renting. On a fateful Saturday night at the restaurant I met Joseph, well, actually I spilled his ravioli into his lap, accidentally. What can I say, I was never very good at waitressing, especially when the customers were so charismatically good looking that they were distracting. Joseph was definitely a customer which fitted into this category. He was in his late thirties, with a mane of dark hair, captivating eyes and hands hosting thick fingers. All of these things, and more, I noticed as I mopped up the steaming pasta from his crotch. I apologized profusely and he just smiled, handing me his card. A few hours later, at the fleabag apartment I sat reading the business card over and over again. It was simple, it read: 'Joseph Amarett, photographer'. Being young, na•ve, curious and quite broke, I gave him a call the next day. I arrived early at his studio, not knowing quite what to expect. I'd never really thought of myself as a model before, for one thing I was only five foot four, too short by anyone's standards. I looked at my reflection in the glass as I waited, I supposed I did have nice long hair, my face was sweet and youthful, and I knew that my C cup breasts were a great attribute. Joseph interrupted my self-admiration and we began the photo shoot. I was a little nervous, naturally, but he was so encouraging. I didn't feel pressured, I felt emancipated, I felt alive! I lay on a silken covered bed in just my lingerie. Slowly Joseph encouraged me to remove my bra, to smile at the camera, to lick my lips, to pinch my own nipples. I did all this and more, eventually removing my panties, spreading my legs and tracing my fingers along my pussy. Joseph told me I was doing great, but I could make even more money if I'd go a little further. Well I was having fun, so I agreed to go further. Arousal should never be faked for the camera, he believed in authenticity in his work. I could understand this, I admired his respect for his art. To increase my visible arousal he offered a helping hand, some fingers and a tongue! At first I giggled with the serious expression on his face as he examined my aroused pussy. He spread my legs wide and blew gently over my clit, his finger traced the wetness from my vagina and up to my clit, then he put the tip of his finger into his mouth and appreciated my sweet taste. I smiled. He returned to the camera and took a few more shots, choreographing my movements, my hand to my breasts, to my pussy, my fingers inside of it, then licking the juices from my hand. He went back and forth from attending to my positioning to taking more shots with the camera. He went down on me, licking and sucking and blowing over my lips and my clit. With two fingers inside my pussy, one up my ass, and his tongue on my clit I came. He ran to the camera and caught the last throes of ecstasy trace through my being, then he offered his sticky fingers for me to suck clean. As I sucked vigorously on my own fluids I couldn't help but notice the heat of his cock bulging against his jeans, just inches from my face. I raised a hand and traced over the bulge, he moaned and unzipped his jeans. His camera had an automatic distance release cable, he used this to take photos of me sucking his man meat. He ran his fingers through my hair and over my face, occasionally taking his cock out of my mouth to slap it against the sides of my face, eventually coming all over my face, with a few shots in my mouth, which dribbled out to the sides. He took almost a whole roll of shots of my cum covered face. When he'd used up all the film he could find we called it a day and I went and had a shower. As I ran my soapy hands over my satiated body, I knew I was going to make it living in the city after all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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