AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
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Hi, I'm JAX. Not my real name of course, but for many years it was my logon name. For those of you out there who have read some of my stories, you know that I try to make each story as different as I can from any of my previous ones. As inspiration I draw on my own experiences and fantasies but, as I have written almost two hundred, even my well must run dry sometime. Those readers who have written to me with comments are often asked about their fantasies and I have used this information in a story or two. One of the most successful was 'Young Sisters'. The whole story was laid out by a lady in the northwest of USA. All I had to do was join up the dots to make a complete story.
I had downloaded a few stories from various sites, I like to read other people's stories too, and now was looking at 'The Hun's Yellow Pages' one of the best sites around. When I clicked on 'Brunette Plumper from Dave', I make a silent comment to myself about her nice tits, then I moved on. About three pages later I clicked back on Dave's plumper and studied her face. I was sure I had seen her somewhere before but I couldn't remember where. It could have been from a previous picture set but I had my doubts. Anyway, I downloaded all twenty pictures then switched off and went to bed.
I had forgotten all about the pictures until I was in my local supermarket, and who was on my till but Dave's very own plumper. I knew I had seen her before but I had never made the connection. According to her badge her name was Ann, and very nice she looked in the flesh too. Now that I had found her, what was I going to do about it? I sat in my car and had a big think, then the gods smiled on me for who walked by but Ann.
"Hi Ann," I called out.
"Yes, can I help you Sir?" she smiled pleasantly.
"You know I almost didn't recognise you with your clothes on," I said. I know it's an old cliché, but it was all I could think of on the spur of the moment.
"W-What?" she stuttered.
"Saw your pictures the other night on the web," I said, "and I must say you looked great."
"No, no, you must be mistaken," she said quickly, turning away.
"No," I said, "there's no mistake, and I must say you have nothing to be ashamed about."
"Please keep your voice down," she whispered, turning back towards me. I could hear the panic in her voice now.
"Why don't you get in my car?" I said. "Then we can have a nice little chat in private."
I could see that getting into my car was the last thing she wanted to do, but in the end she walked around the front and got into the passenger seat.
"That's better," I said, "now we can talk in private."
"Please, what do you want?" she asked.
"Well, for a start, let's go somewhere quiet and have a little chat," I said and I started the car and we drove off.
She didn't object but just stared out of the windscreen.
I drove for ten minutes before I turned into a deserted forest parking area.
"There you go," I said lightly. "Now tell me all about it."
Believe it or not, my main reason for being here with her was for a bit of research, that is, until she spoke next.
"I suppose you want to fuck me as your price for keeping quiet," she said.
"What, well...." I sputtered.
A thought about fucking her had crossed my mind for she was very attractive, but no thoughts about forcing her. Anyway, it was all taken out of my hands now for she was undressing before me. Now I could have stopped her but, hey, I'm a normal horny guy so I just let her get on with it.
"There, come on and get it over with," she sighed, now that she was naked.
Oh my what tits, full and firm just like in her pictures. Okay, she may be a few pounds overweight but who in hell likes these thin girls anyway? Despite being pressured into it, her pussy was nice and wet and I slipped in easily.
"Can we go now?" she asked as I pulled out. "I've got to be somewhere."
"Yeah, okay," I sighed in satisfaction. It wasn't the best fuck I've ever had, but it was the most unexpected.
"I'll like to see you again," I said on the drive back. "I'll like to talk to you, OK?"
"Talk to me? That a new name for it?" she said.
"No, I would like to talk to you, honest," I said.
"Yeah right." She looked at me for the first time. "You know where I work. I'm on 9 to 4:30 shift all month."
"Okay, that's a date," I said.
She got out. Without a backward glance she walked away.
I was there the next day dead on 4:30. She saw my car and walked over and got in without saying a word. I drove off and we parked in the same spot.
"Okay," I said, "let's have a nice chat."
"Okay," she said still staring straight ahead, "what do you want to chat about?"
"Well, for a start, tell me how your pictures got onto the web?" I asked.
She didn't say anything for awhile and I was just about to prompt her when she started.
"Do you know how difficult it is being at college?" she said. "I work all summer and still I don't have enough money to get me through the year. I was desperate and I saw this ad on the college notice board for models offering up to £50 an hour. Do you know how much they pay me in that supermarket?"
"Well no," I admitted.
"£4.50 an hour, that's all, bloody £4.50, so I rang the number and went around. Of course he wanted me to do disgusting things for the £50, but for just topless and nudes he agreed to pay me £30. So I agreed to do a few topless shots and I walked home with £60 quid in my pocket. I didn't think anybody who knew me would ever see them."
She sat there quietly for a few minutes, staring out into the forest.
"Of course I went back. I still needed more money and I did all the disgusting things he asked me to do. I just thought about the money and opened my legs for his camera."
She stopped again and I could see a small tear rolling down her cheek.
"Are you happy now?" she asked turning and looking at me. "Turns you on, does it," she snapped, "hearing about how I degraded myself for money?"
"Well...." I stuttered, for in truth it had and I was sporting a big hard-on.
"I suppose you want to fuck me now?" she said wiping away a tear.
Well, of course I did, but even I have some conscience.
"No, I'll take you home now, OK?" I said.
I could see her looking at me while I drove.
I booted up my computer and looked at her pictures again. These must have been the very first set she did, for she was dressed in jeans throughout with just her magnificent bust bare. I suspect she thought I had seen the later set or sets for I'm sure no one would allow themselves to be fucked over these pictures. Two days later after a lot of soul searching I was back waiting for her to appear.
"Thought you've gone off me," she said lightly once she had settled down into her seat.
It was almost like we were longtime friends for she chatted all the way to our parking spot.
"What do you want to hear about now?" she asked looking at me.
"Well, anything really," I said with a shrug. I'm not sure what I wanted myself. "I'm sure a pretty girl like you with your magnificent bust has a few tales to tell," I continued.
"God, these things?" she said cupping and lifting her bust in her hands. "They're more trouble than they are worth. Guys never look at my face, I can't find anything nice that fits me, I just wish they were smaller. Okay, tales of my bust. They arrived when I was twelve, from nothing to a 'D' cup in six months, and at first I liked being popular with the boys. But it didn't last. All they wanted to do was to get their hands on them, I was just a walking talking squeeze ball to them. Of course I lost my cherry soon after and I went on the pill straight away. Having these things," she cupped herself again, "most guys think you're some sex machine, always after it, but in truth I can take it or leave it. Most times it just leaves me cold.
"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry but you're right. I took one look at your figure and assumed the same."
"That's okay," she said with a smile, "I'm used to it by now."
"The one good thing, if you can call it that, is people will pay big bucks to photograph them. I have enough money now for next year's fees. I'll expect I'll do the same thing again next year too. Once you've debased yourself it gets easier the next time."
"So how many sessions did you do?" I asked.
"What, with the photographer? Three all together. One just topless, one nude and one other," she said.
"The one where you opened your legs?" I pushed.
"Yeah, the one where I pushed things into myself," she said sharply.
"Sorry," I said.
"No, that's okay," she said and held out her hand and touched my arm. "I'm still a little touchy," she admitted. "Next time I'm going to be fucking and sucking," she laughed but she didn't sound happy.
"Oh?" I said and visions came into my head. "How much will you get for that?"
"For an afternoon on my back and knees I should get about £200," she said.
I've made a bit from my stories and as she had helped me out with her tales I felt honour bound to help her.
"Don't take this the wrong way," I said, "but I'll pay you £200 for an afternoon and with no cameras."
"What? Why?" she asked turning to look at me.
"Hey Ann," I said, "we're friends now. We've shared experiences and our bodies so why shouldn't I help you out."
"Okay, so let me get this straight," she said. "If I spend the afternoon at your place alone, doing all the things the photographer wants me to do, you'll pay me the same money?"
"Yeah, that sounds about right," I agreed.
"And that makes me a whore," she spat out.
"What? Well yes, I suppose," I flustered. God, I was just trying to help her out. "You wouldn't do anything different except it wouldn't be recorded on film."
"Yeah I know, and thanks," she smiled again, "but I think being a model is more honest work. I'm not sure but I think that's the first time anybody has tried to be nice to me."
"Well, you know I was going to have my fun too," I said with a big smile.
"Yeah I know, but you didn't have to pay me," she said. "You just have to ask and you can fuck me anytime you want."
"Anytime I want?" I gulped.
"Sure, do you want to now?" she said with a big smile.
You can guess my reply.
P.S. Please, if any of you out there want to send me your thoughts and fantasies please do and I'll try to include them in some future story. No promises though, OK?
THE END (not yet) go to Part 2
