u/mangomochi-minx

So a few weeks ago I let this nerd, I knew from the library, play with my body. And I think you can imagine it was a little awkward the next time I saw him. What amazed me was actually how nice he was about it. He wasn't presumptuous, he didn't bring it up, he kinda just was nice and ignored it.

After a while we ended up talking more and more and I got to know him better. I already knew what course he was doing but I learned why, and other things about his life. We even ended up exchanging numbers.

Anyway, just before last weekend he asked me if I wanted to hang out on the Saturday. I was a little bit nervous, I haven't gone out on lot of dates before. Despite that, I said yes.

So Saturday afternoon comes along and we end up going to see a movie. Which was so so... Then we had dinner, after which we went to an old school arcade. We had so much fun. He ended up winning me this little goofy teddy bear. Well we started walking home, and we were going through the park near the place where I let him play with me. But it was like he could read my mind, because he said, "It's okay. We don't need to go that way, although I do have somewhere to show you."

We ended up going back to the dorms, and he took me in the elevator all the way to the top. He took me up a finally set of stairs and at the top of those was a metal door opening onto the roof with a sitting area.

Walking out at night time and seeing the city around us was amazing.

There was a bench that we sat on looking out. It was so nice to be sitting next to him, I could smell him, and he smelt nice, I could feel him, he was so warm. I think I was at that point that my rather edged and exasperated horniness decided that it needed more. And looked at him and slid onto my knees between his legs. I rested my chin on his thigh and slowly pushed my face towards his groin. Taking a deep breath when I got there, I started to nuzzle his rather hardening cock.

Then I looked up at him and said I was hungry and I needed some help.

I reached up and undid pants, he helped me pull them down, and in doing so unleashed a rather beautiful penis. He was circumcised, pretty long and thick.

I grabbed it at the base and began to lick up and down his balls, before slowly making my way up the bottom of his cock.

I made sure to keep looking up at him as I moved up to teased the head with my tongue before enveloping it with my lips. I started to pump his cock as I took more of it into my mouth, making sure to swirl my tongue all over the head.

I bobbed up and down, my tongue going everywhere in a frenzy. Then I tried to see how much I could get into my mouth, I got the most in, but not all.

The thing I love the most was hearing him groan as his cock went in and out of my mouth. His groan met a fever pitch, he told me he was going to come, and he unloaded spurt after spurt after spurt into my mouth. There was so much, it flooded the back of my throat, and I couldn't stop it from leaking out of my mouth. I was drowning in his cum, it was everywhere.

After he finished, I made sure to clean his cock with my tongue. I must have looked the treat, looking up at him so lustfully, his cum leaking down my chin.

He mentioned it to me and I made sure to clean it up properly, by using my fingers to pop it in my mouth.

We sat there for a little bit more before end up going downstairs back to our rooms. When I got back to mine, I realized that there was still streaks of cum on me, and honestly it set me off. I couldn't help but edge myself looking at the fun he left on me...

Hi everyone,

I've recently gotten curious about butt play. I was wondering if anyone would like to introduce it to me? I'd love to get the low down, and maybe even beginner things I can do to step into the wild world of butt stuff.

Thanks for your help

The location of the studio should have been a clue. If only I hadn’t been so desperate for money, I probably wouldn’t have gotten myself into this situation.

It started with an ad on the community notice board at uni,

“Earn easy cash modelling clothes.”

Modelling seemed like it would be so much simpler than getting a job at a cafe or shop. Something my shy nature always struggled with. And so, there I was, walking down a litter-strewn lane, there in my best professional outfit, a black pencil dress with black heels, checking my phone, trying to find the studio, not knowing what was in store for me.

Finally, I came across a rather clean-looking steel door amidst all the grime. The name of the studio, “The Exotic Shoots,” was cut into a square piece of rusted metal and hung as the sign. I pressed the doorbell, heard a buzz, and a moment later, a click as the door unlocked.

I stepped inside into a spotless yet empty lobby, polished concrete floors, a concierge desk in the centre, and a pink door on one side a black on the other side. An older woman in casual clothes sat at the desk. Nervously, I walked up and asked if this was the place for easy cash modelling.

She looked me up and down, didn’t speak, and simply handed me a clipboard with several sheets on it. I looked down at the application forms.

Name: Mei Li Zhou
Stats: 30-24-32
Height: 158cm
Weight: 45kg
Bust: 30D
Age: 21
Race: Australian Singaporean
Occupation: Student

There was space for a picture, followed by pages of dense, legalistic contract wording I didn’t understand, and finally a line for my signature.

After filling it in, I returned the clipboard to the receptionist. She checked through everything, then told me to stand against the blank wall. She brought over a camera, took a front photo, then made me turn sideways for another. After printing them, she stuck the pictures onto the forms.

Once checked that I had signed and dated the last page, she told me to go through the pink door for my interview.

I entered to find a room with a couch, a strange wooden structure that looked like two A’s joined with bars, a wooden X-frame, and along the wall, several large storage boxes, and a few racks of clothing that I didn't really look like clothing. The woman followed me in, walked over to a desk in the corner. where I hadn’t even noticed a man was sitting. and handed him the clipboard before leaving.

He was a rather nice looking gentleman, and he began explaining what he did here. Manufacturing companies would send him their clothes, and he would find girls to wear them and take pictures. It wasn't just for catalogues, sometimes it was for magazines, and it wasn't always solo shoots, sometimes there were group shoots as well. The goal, he said, was to portray the clothes in the most attractive way possible.

He asked how I felt about putting on things I’d probably never worn before. I told him I was really nervous and unsure. He reassured me that I didn’t need to worry, in the beginning, they always did practice shoots in rather conservative outfits, without showing the face.

Then he opened a folder full of previous photos. They started out very conservative, but it didn’t take long for the clothing to become… not. Soon, the models were wearing very minimal pieces.

When I piped up to say I wasn’t sure if I could do that, he explained the payment structure, not very much for conservative shoots, but a rather eye popping amount for the minimal ones.

As I was taking that in, he suddenly stood up and picked up a camera.

He said we could work through what I wanted to do later, but since I was already signed up, the first thing I needed to do was take some photos.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of him as he took pictures from every angle. He corrected my posture, making me move this way and that with light touches to my body.

Then he asked me to take my dress off. I think he could tell I was about to balk, because he quickly added that this was normal, people needed to see my body so they could know what fashion would fit me best. And that I didn’t need to take off my underwear.

After taking photos of my body as I felt myself get more and more red in embarrassment, he quickly went over to the racks of clothing and picked something out for me. It was just wisps of material, a lacy, and strappy teddy. Something I had seen in on the internet, but never held in my hands...

As you can see, I'm in the mood for a little encouragement. Something along the lines of my current kinks.

My current kinks include hypnosis, public play, moresomes, oral sex, anal play, cumplay, rough sex, creampies, bdsm, rope play, CNC, forced play, body modifications, body writing.

My current limits are scat, blood, gore, death, incest, photos, videos, voice clips. I am only interested in texting

I like to write in many different ways. Sometimes I love fast paced back and forth, sometimes long paragraphs which I send and get to read similar responses later. It really depends on work and my free time. If I get into something with you I will generally always response eventually though. I prefer longer term converstations/rp's with a slow to medium pace although if you get me in the right mood fast is also nice.

I like partners who are detailed and have patience. We all have lives to live. I also like it when reference photos are used through the converstation/rp's because sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words.