I didn't know I was such a Whore - Sex Stories

I didn't know I was such a Whore

... took, but I heard his deep voice talking on the phone with which I assume was Dave. When he concluded his report to Dave he knocked on the door. “All done?” I asked. “How bad does it look?” “Well, it doesn’t look great. You hit it in just the right spot, it could cost about two grand,” he told me matter-of-factually. “This is for you,” he said as he ripped a page out of an invoice book and handed it to me. I studied the invoice and felt a pang of anxiety as I saw it was for $300. “Um, I wasn’t expecting to have to pay for the estimate,” I said nervously. “That’s how I operate, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll knock of $100 if you can pay cash right now.” “I’m a college girl with no job and living off of student loans. I don’t have a dime on me,” I replied. “Hmm. I’ll tell you what; I have another proposal for you. I don’t want you to get offended a simple no is all it will take and you can forget I ever asked. I’m very attracted to little white girls, especially ones with nice wide hips like yours. I won’t touch you, but what do you think of doing a little modeling for me? No nudes, just give me a few shots in your panties.” I’m sure most people would be disgusted, but I had done some lingerie modeling before. “Just a few pictures, and you’ll forget the fee for the estimate?” “That’s the deal,” he replied with a smile full of pearly white teeth. I went upstairs and changed into something a little sexier. I picked a lacy blue chemise with matching see through panties. I put a ...

... silk robe on and went downstairs to the den where Trey was waiting on the couch. He didn’t say a word as he studied me. I pulled the strap on my robe and let it fall to the floor. His eyes widened a bit and he adjusted his growing cock to a more comfortable position in his pants. Neither of us spoke as he pulled out his camera phone and I began to pose for him. I did most of the poses that you see in a lingerie catalog. I think I gave him enough jerk-off material so I asked, “Did you get everything you wanted?” “Almost, give me one with that round ass of yours in the air,” he commanded. I wanted to say no, but I had the uneasy impression that he wasn’t asking me. I turned around and got on all fours. I pointed my ass towards him and let him take his damn pictures. I was starting to get a little angry at the thought of this pervert and his pervert buddies jerking their dicks to pictures of me. “Put your head on the ground.” I complied. “Reach back with your hands and spread your cheeks so I can see your pussy and ass through those slutty panties.” “Listen, I agreed to a little modeling, not a porn shoot,” I protested. He smiled at me and said, “Listen honey, we’ve come this far and we’re almost done. Spread your slut ass cheeks for me.” Amazingly, I only bristled at him calling me honey. This punk was probably younger than me and for some reason I didn’t want him referring to me with condescending and sexist names. I thought, however, that just giving him what he wanted might get ...