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Lana- Teen Model Turned Out

   This story is an actual true story based on events from about 7 years
ago.  Most of this writing is taken from journals and diaries of mine.

   My name is Lana and I am now 21 years old.  I am back home living with
my parents after living the roughest 7 years anyone should have to live. 
My therapist says I should write everything out and get it out of my system
and that should start the healing process, so here goes.

   When I was 14 and just a freshman in high school, I was a very shy girl
who just wanted to go to class and get the day over with.  I wanted to be
popular and thought I dressed like the popular kids, but could never get
into their cliques.  My typical day would start with getting on the school
bus and dealing with all the kids.  I was pretty shapely back then, but
also a little chunky.  At the time, I wore a 36C bra and had just a little
too much tummy.  I always wore low-cut tops and tried to hide my stomach. I
also wore lots of short skirts because my legs looked good from playing
soccer and softball.  I was only 5'2", so I wore platforms alot to give me
some more height.  The only problem I was having was the same one most high
schoolers have: money.  I looked in our local paper and did not find much
that I could do.  I was just too young.  Then I came across a modeling job.
The ad said they were looking for all types of women and the pay looked
great.  I called up and talked to a guy over the phone.  After talking
about how old I was and if it was ok with my parents, he gave me an address
to come to the next day.  I didn't dare tell my parents, I was too afraid
of what they would think.

   So, the next day after school, I got dressed in a tank top and short
skirt and headed off to his studio by bus.  I got there and it didn't look
like anything special.  He took me into his office and explained everything
to me.  He had me sign some papers and told me that I had to have my
parents sign some as well.  I found out later they were model release
forms. After dealing with the paperwork, we went into another room where he
asked me some questions.  I don't remember all the questions, but I do
remember him asking me if I had ever been in front of a camera.  I told him
that aside from family pictures and stuff, not really.  He said he would
take some pictures with what I had on already.  He took a bunch of pics
until I started feeling pretty comfortable.  I spent about an hour there
and he paid me $25 cash and asked me to come back the next day after
school. This continued for about 2 weeks before he asked me if I wanted to
make more money.  I asked how and he answered by dressing sexier and
wearing skimpier clothes.  I told him I wouldn't go naked or anything like
that and he said it would be nothing like that.  He had some clothes for me
to wear and I went behind the curtain to change.  My very first modeling
outfit consisted of white high heels, pink mini skirt that barely covered
my ass, white thong type panties, white lacy shelf bra that barely covered
by nipples, and white spaghetti strap halter top that showed all of my
cleavage.  He told me how to pose including bend over shots and shots up my
skirt.  He took pics of me bending over and right down my shirt.  He
eventually asked me to take off my skirt and top and I told him that I
would, but only if he paid me $100 for the day instead of the agreed upon
$50 (he agreed to give me $50 for dressing sexier).  He said he would give
me $75 and I said ok.  I took the top and skirt and paraded around gaining
confidence as he took about 100 pics.  After the shoot was over, he
suggested we do pics like that everyday and I loved the money, so I said
cool.

   I went shopping that night at Victoria's Secret and found a bunch of
sexy lingerie and sexy clothes to wear for the photo shoots.  I spent about
$250 on my outfits and couldn't wait to try them on.  My confidence in high
school was very high as well and many people noticed as more boys, who
never even talked to me, started coming up to me and starting
conversations. The attention felt nice and made my days go by faster and
easier.  I went to the studio and met with another photographer who said he
would be taking over for Mike.  His name was Quincy and he was about 40 yrs
old, a bit of a belly on him, and thinning hair on top.  He told me to get
changed and he would be ready when I got done.  I came out wearing some
black strappy heels with white thigh-highs.  Black miniskirt, black
g-string, black half-bra, and white silk tank top.  The two things that
were really obvious with this outfit were that the half-bra showed clearly
through the top and also that the bra could not hide the tops of my areola.
The first I could deal with easily, but the nipple almost coming out of my
bra was alot harder to deal with.  First off, my areola was the size of a
coffee cup rim, very big, and my nipples, which were a dark brown, were as
big as thumb tip.  Not to mention, the nipples would stick out about 1/2 to
3/4 inch at all times, unless I was excited or cold, then they would grow
to about an inch long.  This made me paranoid many times whenever I wore
bathing suits and went swimming, but I learned to deal with it as I got
older.  Now, during this photoshoot, I had to be careful, because if I bent
over, he could see down my shirt and see my nipples.  We took shots in many
positions for about 1/2 hour before he asked me to take off my skirt and
top.  I did and I could tell he liked what he saw.  He again had me get
into different positions and was snapping away on his camera.  I was really
getting into it and he kept telling me how good I looked and how sexy I
was. He then had me stand up and bend over and put my hands on my knees and
he told me to look straight down in between my own breasts.  He asked me if
I could see my own nipples and I answered that they were easily visible
with this bra hanging down.  He took a picture and then another one with me
looking at the camera and a surprised look on my face.  I wasn't sure what
to do knowing this guy could basically see my breasts and was taking pics
of them too!  But I didn't stop him.  I think because I didn't stop him, he
pushed further.  He asked me to take off my bra and try sexy shots from
behind and use my hands as a bra.  I went with it and he kept snapping
pics. He never did ask to see my breasts fully and didn't until the
following week.

   The next week I was feeling very good and making some good money
modeling almost everyday.  I had no idea what the photographer was doing
with the pics and didn't care.  I just loved the money.  So much so, I
wanted more.  When I went back in and spoke with Quincy, I told him I
wanted the chance to make more money.  He stated that was music to his ears
and told me the only one to make more money was to show more skin.  But
being a minor, I needed to have my parents sign another form.  I took the
form and signed it right in front of him and told him what he didn't know
couldn't get into trouble.  He smiled and said, "Are you sure you want to
do this?" I said I was sure.  He then ran down a bunch of options for me.
He said he could pay me $100 per day for 2 hours of shooting, totally nude.
$125 a day for the same thing with spread shots and masturbation.  $150 a
day for masturbation with toys and $200 a day for actual sex with a boy or
multiple boys.  I was amazed at the amount of money I could make.  So, we
started with totally nude for the first week until I got very comfortable
walking around the studio with no clothes on.  I told him I needed to make
more money because I wanted to buy a car for my 15th birthday.  I needed
$1000 more dollars to buy this 1999 Toyota Camry.  I asked if there was a
way to make $1000 in just 2 days of work.  He said I could do it if I came
in and did everything asked of me, no questions asked.  I asked if I had
any say in what happened in the next 2 days and he said no.  It's either
all or nothing.  I told him, "Let's go for it".

   I came in the next day and I told him I had to be home by 10:30, so he
only had 6 hours to do what he wanted.  He asked me to come in and put on
some clothes he had laid out.  They were some strippers shoes with 5 or 6
inch heels, white fishnet stockings that went barely above the knee, no
panties, silver skirt that covered hardly anything, and white fishnet top
with no bra.  I was practically naked.  He asked if I had ever given a
blowjob or had sex and I answered no.  But I also told that I expected that
today and wanted to try and be and good at it.  He told me to get down in
front of him and to unzip him.  I did and pulled down his underwear.  Out
sprang his dick and it wasn't all that intimidating to look at.  Probably
about 4-5 inches and was pretty hard already.  I grabbed it by the base and
directed the head right to my mouth.  I kissed it, licked it, and sucked it
and soon it was so hot and hard, I couldn't believe it.  He then told me to
suck the balls and I licked them and sucked them and he told me how good it
felt.  As I was doing this, I only then noticed Mike taking pictures.  It
surprised me and excited me.  Quincy told me to start sucking it again and
he grabbed me by the hair and slowly fucked my mouth.  The tip of his dick
kept tickling my throat and his pubic hairs kept getting mashed against my
lips.  Soon, he pulled out and I saw Mike get real close with the camera.
Quincy started playing with himself and the tip of his cock was resting on
my nose and he kept jacking off.  He didn't say a word when he started
shooting ropes of cum all over my face.  I closed my eyes, but didn't move
and the cum seemed to never end.  I heard the clicks of the camera and
could only imagine what Mike could see.  I feel the hot cum running down my
forehead, over my eyes and down my cheeks.  The cum on my nose poured over
onto my closed lips and down my chin.  I was shocked by this, but most of
all excited by this.  My nipples got so hard that Mike started pulling on
them and I started inadvertently moaning.  They both started pulling on my
nipples and my hand when straight to my pussy and started rubbing my clit.
It took me about 15 seconds to cum violently.  After I relaxed for a
second, Mike stated it was his turn for a blowjob and I had to feel for his
cock, because I couldn't see a thing.  I started sucking him blindly and
even though my cum face was hitting his body, he didn't seem to care as he
just forcefully fucked my throat.  His cock was just a little bit bigger
than Quincy's and I was able to take him down the entire way.  After about
5 minutes of straight sucking, he then held my head all the way down and
wouldn't let go.  Soon, I started choking as the cum went into my throat
and even as I was choking he wouldn't let me go.  I swallowed most of it,
not by choice, but because I had to and the rest flew out of my mouth onto
his thighs.  He then told me to clean him with my tongue and to get all his
cum and all the cum from my face that went onto his pubic area and swallow
it.  I did and it didn't taste half bad.  They took more pictures and then
had me clean up.  I came back out and there was another boy there, about my
age gawking at me and how I was dressed.  They told me to take down his
pants and suck him as well.  I was rather enjoying it at this point and
started really getting into sucking his dick.  Before he could cum, they
told the boy to lie down and for me to sit on his cock.  I felt nervous,
because I was about to lose my virginity to someone and I didn't even know
their name.  I pointed his cock at my hole and slowly sank down and felt
the hymen slowly give and then pop, it went through.  I felt a sharp pain
and it continued to hurt as I slowly fucked him.  After about 2 minutes,
the pain slowly subsided and pleasure came about.  But before I felt too
much pleasure, I felt a hot wetness deep inside and realized he was cumming
inside me.  I kept going hoping he would keep fucking me.  He didn't say a
word; he just let me keep on fucking him.  After another 5 minutes or so, I
felt an orgasm building, but before anything could happen, I felt him
coming inside me again.  He said he was done and Quincy and Mike asked him
if he came and he told them twice.  They were super excited about that.

   Mike and Quincy started molesting me again and made me go down on them
and then they took turns fucking me.  They kept telling each other how
tight I was.  Mike came inside me first and then Quincy shot his cum inside
me as well.  I hadn't even thought about whether I could get pregnant or
not until that point.  But money was money.  Everyone was exhausted by that
point and Quincy told me to go home for the night, because things were only
going to intensify the next night.  I was told to go to school without
panties and no bra and then come straight over to the studio and to change
on the METRO bus.  They didn't care how I did it; just that I arrived in
their new whore outfit they bought for me.  The outfit consisted of clear
stripper high heels with stilettos, white fishnet thigh-high stockings,
white g-string, light blue mesh mini-skirt, matching light blue tube top
that was clearly see-through.

   I went to school and surprising to me, I was very excited.  A new world
had opened up to me and I loved it.  I felt like I had found a purpose and
it was to be used however a man wanted to use me.  All he had to do was pay
me money and I was his.  I didn't realize until later that performing
sexual favors for money made me a whore.  The sexual activities continued
for the next two years.  In those two years, I had sex with over 100 men,
10 women, prostituted myself for $5, drove expensive cars, sold expensive
cars, and dropped out of school.  The worst thing I did was pick up a nasty
drug habit.  I started with weed and then progressed to meth.  I would do
anything to get those hits.

   Some changes came about when I was 17.  I had left home and was rooming
with friends of Quincy.  I didn't have to pay money, just so whatever they
wanted sexually whenever they wanted.  I had become a pro at deepthroat,
swallowing piss, animal sex, anal fisting, and whatever else you can
imagine.  I did these extreme things because they paid so much more.  I was
a probably a star in so many underground videos, I can't even imagine.  I
went out one night to my normal hooking spot and was picked up by a guy
named Sims, he seemed like he had money driving a nice Cadillac Deville. 
Turns out he was a pimp and wanted to add me to his stable.  I think he
really liked me, because he even though I was white, I had a body like some
of his black girls.  Nice big hips, 38D breasts, and just a little chunky.
He persuaded me to become apart of his crew and I whored for him for 4
years.  I can still remember, night after night, 7 days a week, going out
to my familiar spot and waiting for perverts to pick me up and then I would
perform whatever act they wanted from me.  About 60% wanted blowjobs, 30%
wanted to fuck (vaginally or anally), and 10% wanted something out of the
ordinary.  I got paid $20 for a blowjob, $30 for fuck, $40 for anal, and
$50 for anything past that.  I think back and I must have swallowed over
5000 loads of cum.  I'm sure that I had over 500 guys cum inside me and
many more do unthinkable things to me.  It all ended when I got arrested
and Sims wouldn't come get me.  I spent 30 days in jail and when I got out,
I crawled my way back to my parents.  They let me back with the conditions
I would get counseling and I had to be on what they would call, "Modified
House Arrest".  I wasn't allowed to leave unless I went with one of them.
It drove me crazy.

   So, now I sit here on the Internet writing my life story on this
WordPad. I have been here for 3 months with no slipups.  I am not looking
for the drugs or pimps or anything like that.  I do need to get laid
though. I just visited the doctor and miraculously, I have no diseases and
for the most part, I am in good health.  I am trying to figure out the best
way to get with someone here in Kansas City.  I would love to give just one
blow job, get fucked once, anything to get some dick.  If anyone reading
this can help me, e-mail me at lwinters2008@yahoo.com

   If anyone wants more detailed stories of things that happened to me, I
would love to write about them.  Writing this made me very wet and took me
5 days, because I kept stopping to masturbate.

   Lana


   

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