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In Part 8, Farah channels the photographers' model inside of her in for Jeb's friend Paul. (Mf, mf, 1st, mast, oral, exh) *** Part 8 – Posing For Paul I was anxious to meet Jeb's next friend Paul. He was a fashion photographer and told Jeb he wanted to photograph me. Jeb dropped me off at Paul's house where he had his studio. Paul, who was in his forties, met me at the door where we introduced each other as he let me in and led me to the studio. It was a large room with lights on stands, several cameras on tripods, and a large sofa in the center with a neutral background roll behind it. It was very professional. "I'm really excited," I told him. "I've always wanted to be a fashion model. What will I be wearing?" "I picked out this sophisticated cocktail dress for you," he said. "It's for a European magazine. There you can portray young girls as older, sexier women – something very controversial in America. We're way to uptight about this here!" Holding it up, I saw it was a short black satin cocktail dress. It was a petite and I knew I could fit in it. There was also a complete set or matching accessories to go with it. "This looks like fun," I said. "Where can I change?" "Right here is just fine," he answered. Since he was a professional, I went right ahead. I started by pulling off my tee shirt. I never wore a bra and he gave my little breasts a double take as I slipped on the black satin bra he had there for me. It was designed to push up my breasts and gave me some needed cleavage. Then I pulled off my jeans and swapped my white bikinis for a black thong. I moved slowly so that he could get a good look at my hairless, thin-lipped pussy. Some black, thigh high silk stockings came next capped off with a pair of black patent leather high-heeled shoes. I pulled the dress over my head next and Paul helped me zip up the back. It fit just right - low cut on top and very short at the bottom. But looking in the mirror, something was still missing. Paul handed me a make-up kit and I knew just what I needed to do. First I pined my hair up high on my head, in a very sophisticated style. Then I painted my lips dark red and applied liberal eye and face make-out. Paul handed me a sparkly necklace and matching earrings, which he also helped me, put on. Looking in the mirror, I think I got it just right. I was indeed a little girl with the body and clothing of a sexy older woman. My appearance, in fact, screamed, "fuck me", and I was hoping that's what Paul's camera would pick-up. Feeling good about how I looked, I went to the center of the room and waited for Paul to get behind the camera. Once there he directed me to a number of provocative poses. He snapped away as I raised my arms over my head, as I stuck out my leg adjusting my stocking, and as I bent forward showing off my cleavage. When he had enough pictures of that, he had me sit on the couch. I made a number of pouty faces and moved into even more positions, which further highlighted my dress and body. Then after a while he went into the next room to download the memory card into his computer, which left me alone. Feeling sexy with nothing to do, I lifted the front of my dress and started rubbing the crotch of my thong. It felt good as I rubbed the satin fabric against my slit and clit. It was feeling so good, in fact, that I did not notice that Paul had come back. "Oh sorry," I said as I looked up and saw he was there. "I guess I got carried away." "Oh don't stop because of me," he said. "In fact do you mind if I continue taking pictures of you?" I shook my head indicating it would be okay and continued rubbing myself. He snapped away as I rubbed faster and faster. I was getting so turned on that I slipped off the thong and resumed rubbing, now on my bare twat. I could actually see a budge starting to grow in his pants. This got me even more excited and I rubbed harder. As my body exploded in an orgasm, I noticed the camera pointed at my face. I'm sure he captured the expression of total satisfaction on my face as my body went limp on the couch. As I lay there relaxed and motionless, I noticed someone else entering the room. Looking up I saw it was a young boy about fifteen-years old. "Farah, I'd like you to meet my son Rick," he said. "Rick sometimes helps me in the studio." "Nice to meet you," he said walking over and shaking my hand. I was taken by such surprise, I didn't even have time to pull down my dress and he stood in front of me staring at my bare pussy. I didn't mind. In fact I liked it. I never had a boy this close to my age interested in me. It was a new experience. We were both frozen in the moment. The mood was broken by Paul's voice. "Do you like what you see son?" he asked. "Farah here owes me some favors. Perhaps you would like to collect for me? Perhaps she would help you lose your virginity? Would you do that for him Farah?" Seeing that I was already horny and was curious about a younger boy, I readily agreed. I could tell Rick had no idea what to do so I directed him to sit beside me on the couch. I started by throwing my arms around him and giving him a hug. He continued to sit there nervously so I decided to turn it up a notch. While hugging him, I reached down and put my hand on the tent in his pants and started to rub. Rick gasped and got even tenser. Looking up, I noticed that Paul had switched over to the video camera and was filming the whole thing. That turned me on even more. As I continued to rub Rick's cock, he started to relax so I decided to get really aggressive. I reached over unbuttoned his shirt, unhooked his pants, and stripped him completely. He sat there nervous with his cock sticking straight up. It was smaller than the other cocks I had had. It was about seven-inches long and as thick as a hotdog, with a nice size cockhead. "Pretty decent for a fifteen-year old," I thought. Putting my hand on his bare cock, Rick still didn't seem to know what to do so I grabbed his hand and placed it on my pussy. As I pumped his cock up and down, he started rubbing my pussy. It was feeling really good, and I was on the verge of an orgasm when I felt something hot and sticky wash over my palm. Rick had cum right there in my hand. I had heard cuming quickly was typical of young boys and I was disappointed. I need not have been, however. Looking over, I saw that his cock was still as hard as ever and Rick was now the aggressor, pushing me onto my back. As he did, his cock landed down at my pussy. He pushed forward but his cock kept missing the spot. I had to reach down and guide it into the entrance of my pussy. Due to both his size and my wetness, he sunk in to the hilt on his first thrust. What his cock lacked in length was made up by the size of his cockhead. It rubbed the walls of my pussy all the way in. Once inside he stopped for the longest time, savoring the feeling of his first pussy. As good as that felt for me, I wanted more and started humping my pussy up against him. Rick took the hint and started pumping in and out. Sex must be a natural instinct because from then on, he knew just how to fuck. He started with long, slow, deep strokes – the kinds that make a cock seem twice as long. He would vary this with some quicker, swallow strokes – angling his shaft onto my clit. Every time he felt me about to cum he would slow down until my urge subsided. Looking over, I noticed that Paul had moved the camera to between our legs. I could only imagine what it looked like seeing my pussy hole opening and closing around Rick's shaft on every stroke. Since I was his first girl, Rick wanted it all. He reached up with one hand and pulled down the top of my dress, taking my bra with it. My tiny breasts were now his to do with what he pleased. He rubbed the little mounds from one to the other and then he squeezed each nipple. If they weren't hard before, they sure were now. As Paul continued to film, Rick continued his orgasm- building fucking technique. My body was a bundle of pent up sexual tension and I sooo needed to cum. Luckily Rick varied his strokes again. This time instead of slow and deep he fucked me fast and deep. Wanting him even deeper, I bent my knees and felt his cock probing the depths of my vagina. That was all it took for both of us. My body exploded causing my vagina to convulse around his cock. This in turn triggered his balls to release the rest of his cum deep into my pussy. Paul was still filming from between our legs and caught not only the cum on Rick's shaft, but the cream pie flowing out of my pussy hole. Leaning up, Rick gave me a hug, before picking up his clothes and leaving me alone again with his father. After calming down, I looked over and saw that Paul was standing over me with his cock in his hand. It was a nine-inch man cock and I suddenly had to have it. I got to my knees in front of him and gobbled his cock halfway down my throat. I enjoyed Rick but had come to really prefer older men. I continued to like the power I felt over them. They were like putty in my hands, or in this case – my mouth! As I sucked in and out, I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. After a while I was even able to swallow his whole cock down my throat. When I did, I felt his cock throb and felt his cum starting to shoot down my throat. Unfortunately, I momentarily gagged and pulled my mouth away. This caused him to blast the rest of his cum all over my breasts and the front of the dress. Even after this, he was so committed to his profession; he grabbed the still camera and took a series of shots. I hoped he would someday share them all with me. Meanwhile, glancing over at a mirror, I saw that I was a disheveled mess. My hair undone, my make-up smeared, and the once beautiful dress was wrinkled and pulled down to my waist. And there was a huge cum stain all over the dress. I wanted to change back to my clothes but Paul evidentially heard that his wife was back home and in the other room. He just handed me my clothes and shagged me out the back door where was Jeb was waiting in his car. As I slid next him, Jeb was once again shocked and I once again made a mess of his car seat. There was an upside for me, however. I got to keep the dress and a nice set of sparkly jewelry! To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 83