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Girls showering, and I had my camera ready for him’Can you get some photos of her’?I smiled, as I casually replied I could. ‘Fucking hell’, was his only utterance, and I could clearly see he was squeezing his dick, with his hand in his pocket, as he eyed Veronica up and down from the sidelines, as she swept past us in her hockey outfit.’What a body’, he moaned, as the thought raced through my mind he was going to shoot his wad, just thinking of what Veronica looked like in the ‘Scuddie’, that’s what I was proposing, selling nude photos of my classmates as they paraded around au-natural, for known pervs to wank off to. ‘Hey’, I nudged him with my elbow, ‘slow down, no cheap thrills here’, I could feel his hand bump against me as he stroked his cock.He bent forward, and whispered in my ear, his breath felt warmer as it was a very cold morning, Veronica was near us, her nipples poked out like twin towers, ‘Can you get some shots of her on the toilet’?I turned my head in the direction of his hot breath, not in the least bit fazed by his request, ‘Pissing or shitting’.’Either’. I looked up and down the masses amassed to see the 6th former’s as near nude in their scanty attire, the closest most men will get to see a sweaty teenage girl in her knickers, riding her crack, falling with legs apart and showing soft pubes, and wet crotches, smiling as the men drank in the views afforded, knowing their dramatic falls might be the subject of tonight’s wank. Yes it might sound like a revelation, but teenage girls can be very naughty and dirty a****ls, men crave and lust for them, we know it, like I was doing, standing front of a guy jacking off, talking dirty, even a little insight into the world of girls preparing them selves for sex, a crack in the door of a dressing room, could produce the best of orgasms for the voyeur peering in.’£20 to finish you’, I offered. Sorry, did I forget to mention, I wanked guys off for money. I took the crisp note and pocketed it with one hand while my other hand expertly slipped behind me and disappeared inside his coat.I was right, his cock was out of its pouch, and as my warm hand encircled the shaft, my thumb, rubbing little circles on the back of its head.’Put your hands on my shoulders’, I ordered him, and he did as I bade. I pressed up against him and undid the two buttons on my long coat. I shivered as the cold morning casino siteleri air displaced the warmth of the woolen coat, and I could feel him shiver, as his cock brushed my naked cheeks, then like a heat seeking missile, burrowed in between and rubbed against my oiled anus, the crinkly skin acting like a trigger mechanism, causing me to involuntary tighten up, smothering his knob end, where I held him tightly, ‘Don’t move’, I whispered, ‘let me work on it’, and there we stood, to all intents and purposes, like father and daughter, in our innocence, my bum squeezing his bell-end, my body screaming for the warm juice from his balls.he was a good cummer, flooding my crotch with a good load. I could feel its warmth spread all over my crotch, in fact it acted like a lubricant, removing the frictional connection between out skins, his shaft fully inserted between y thighs, his bell-end ending up where I never intended, between my labia, rubbing my clitoris.If I pulled away to protect myself from insemination, he would be exposed, we both would, so I left him in there, as a new problem arose, all this teasing oiled my own juices as I rode his flaccid shaft, ‘You gonna cum’, I nodded I was, and boy did I squeeze the life from the meat pole rubbing my soft and yielding crotch.I popped a morning after pill into my mouth and swallowed, taking my heavy woolen coat off and noting the thick cum on the inside, my eyes looking down at my naked crotch, as I peeled off several feet of toilet paper, wiping inside my labia and anal region, ‘Fuck this was quite a load’, I thought, feeling proud that I could empty a pair of balls in such a manner.There was a bang on the door, ‘You in there’? It was Veronica, ‘Sure’, I replied. I looked down and saw her studded boots, ‘Open up then’, she demanded, and I threw the lock.She pushed he blond mane through the opening, ‘You have jism on the tops’, she said, pointing, I looked down and saw the semen on my woolen stocking tops, and wiped it away.’How much M’? I looked at her and handed to soiled toilet paper to her. ‘£20’, I replied and she smiled, ‘Your a cheap fucking slut girl’ then she brought the paper up to her nose and smelt him, before tasting his spunk with the tip of her tongue.’Mmmmm not bad’, and she threw it back at me, closing the door, which I snibbed shut, and cleaned up before rejoining her in canlı casino the dressing room, knickers and long skirt back in place.’He has the hots for you’, she looked up at me, her tits, in their near perfect form, hung free now she had removed her brassiere.All around us there was noise as naked girls cavorted prior to entering the shower section.Veronica looked around as I did, ‘Get some shots’, she suggested, and I raised the camera and caught these teenage beauties in their raw beauty, to be used for the immoral financial gain from men in love with youth.When the room had emptied from all the noise and girls now showering, Veronica stood up and pulled her knickers off, striking poses, always smiling as I clicked and clicked, making sure none were taken in duress.’I need a few in the toilet’, and we rushed back to the one I just vacated.Veronica, still with her welcoming smile sat down and peed, while I shot film, ‘Fucking perv’, she said, ‘You gonna shit’, I asked and she shrieked, ‘Fuck off’, and I left, both of us laughing.I went back outside and saw him standing smoking a cigarette. I walked over to him.’Did you get them’, he certainly was keen. ‘Yes I said’, and gave him the camera, his eyes lightening up as each shot obviously hit the mark.’How much’?’£5 for each one’. He went through them again counting. ‘£160’, I could hear him say quietly. ‘How much to fuck her’? I reached for the camera and looked at the photo he was studying. I knew instinctively he meant Veronica, all the guys wanted to fuck Veronica, but as I have swept the room and shot a lot of girls, I just had to be sure.I shrugged, ‘I dont know, you need to ask her’? ‘He took his wallet out, it was stuffed with money, and he counted out the money and handed it to me.’The chip’, he demanded, ‘Fuck off’, I replied, I put them onto a DVD and drop it at your address.As we haggled Veronica came up to us. She was taller then him, she was an Amazonian of a girl, and his mouth had notably fell open and silent in that order.I looked at her, ‘He wants to fuck you’.Veronica looked across the the man and boys milling around waiting for the girls to emerge, ‘Everyone does’, she replied, proud of her heritage as the most fuckable girl in school.’How much’, he asked somewhat tremulously. Without a moments hesitation she replied, ‘£200’.His mouth fell open for a different reason, kaçak casino ‘£2oo, you having a fucking laugh’.Veronica was not to be undone, she pulled her school pass out and thrust it into his face, ‘See the birth date’, she said, ‘That means u******e, and it buys silence, no fucking cops no fucking anything, just fucking’He studied her then the card, I almost wet my clean knickers, ‘Way to go Veronica’. I could see him making the mental calculations, he was already out by £180.00, less than what she was proposing.Veronica was looking directly at me, her eyes widening as she looked at me then the camera, she was up to something, then realizing I had cottoned on, which I had not until she did what she did.’Here she said, to help you decide’, and she took hold of his arm and encouraged him to feel under her skirt.What middle-aged man could resist going up to her warm crotch and as he felt her, she stared at me, and the penny dropped.’I tasted your cum’, she moaned and I could see he was fingering her. I
raised my camera, and took shot after shot of him abusing her, Veronica holding her dress aloft to leave no doubt as to where his hand was and what his wet fingers were probing.After a few moments of ‘Finger fucking her pussy’, she stepped back and said, ‘Smell them, taste me’.He obliged and did as she bade, obviously delighting in his endeavors, but still he played hardball, and tried to renegotiate.Veronica was having nothing to do with it, ‘You’re a fucking perv, a fucking p**o, you fucking pay my price or be exposed’, and as she spoke I moved away, backing off in the direction of the men still standing outside the dressing room.He looked puzzled, then the penny dropped, ‘Ok Ok’, he uttered and the wallet was out and the money was handed to her.Veronica came over to me, ‘Come on lets go’, she said, ‘Where to’ I asked. She looked angry, bad, ‘His place’, she looked back at him standing nervously, he was out a large sum of money, scared shitless.’Why’, I asked, ‘you dont need to now, he is scared’. ‘I am fucking horny and I want to fuck him’, she replied, she turned and went back to him, said something and turned back to me, ‘Lets go’, and we did, to an Internet cafe, where I uploaded my photos to my ‘Skydrive’, we were not that stupid, we had a good rich sugar daddy, with a penchant for naughty dirty girls, the kind of kinky dirty stuff we performed at his place.Do you think you want to hear what we did to him, I dont really think you do, but then again I am open to persuasion. Let me know in your comment, such a small request to write when you consider how much I have written.

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