When I was a young girl, I was just a plain Jane, timid. Because of that, I stayed to myself and didn't socialize much. I became a bookworm, which really repelled the boys. That all started to change when I turned sixteen. I woke up one day and became aware that I had breasts. At 36B, they weren't the biggest, but they did get me a great deal of attention from the boys. It didn't end there; my legs stretched up my 5'6" frame and seemed to go up and form a very nice ass as well.

The start of my new school year changed dramatically. I found fashion and was able to buy clothes that not only accented my breasts, but my legs and ass as well. Because of these changes, I became a wallflower that no one noticed, like a jar of honey placed next to a hive of bees.

I started to embrace this newfound attention, and it wasn't only from the boys; many of the girls began wanting to be friends, too. These new friends also helped me come out of my shell. They encourage me to join school activities, such as becoming a cheerleader, attending school plays, and going to dances. I was enjoying life to the fullest.

Because of the change in my status, I suddenly started getting a lot of attention from the boys in my class. I had a lot of my friends telling me what boys were asking about me, and who was showing interest in me. I have to admit I was excited about the new attention I was receiving.

It was at this time that Bobby James asked me out. Bobby was a popular boy who was a year ahead of me in school. He was a star on our football team, and because we started dating, it only elevated my status in the school hierarchy.

Bobby and I dated for the rest of the time I was in high school. Like all boys, he would always try to have sex with me. I was always afraid and would put up a wall to prevent any sexual contact. I started to sense Bobby's frustration, and I was worried he was going ot break up with me. That is when I decided to give him something, hoping that he would ease up on the pressure. I started letting him grope my tits, and I would then jerk him off.

That satisfied Bobby for a while. Once he got to where he wanted more, I let him finger me. I have to admit, it was very satisfying to me to have someone else bring me to an orgasm. It was the end of his senior year, and he was heading off to college as I was becoming a senior. Just before he was leaving, while we were alone one night, I took it to another level. That night I gave my first blow job, and I have to admit, I did enjoy it.

Bobby went off to school, and I stayed true to him during my senior year. I would enjoy his company when he was home for holidays and visits. I found I was always looking forward to his visits for many reasons, but the sexual activity was way up on that list.

With my senior year fast approaching, I was happy to know Bobby would be home from school for my senior prom. I was excited to be in his arms again. It was prom night, and I decided I was going to give Bobby my virginity. We had a great time at the prom, but I was anxious and scared for it to end for obvious reasons.

My parents thought I was going to an all-night party that my girlfriend was having. If they only knew Bobby's parents had gone to a wedding, and that instead of going to the party, we went back to his parents' home. I walked into that house being a scared, nervous teenager, but walked out the next morning being a well fucked woman.

I gave my virginity to Bobby, thinking it was true love, but ten days later, I realized his true love was fucking every co-ed he could while at school. That was the end of Bobby, and I found myself relying on my fingers once again for my orgasms.

The summer ended, and off to college I went. At first, it was pretty overwhelming for this young girl from a small town. I would call home and talk to my sister and parents almost every night, missing them so much. I tried to talk my dad into coming and bringing me home, but he refused until I gave it a real chance.

A few weeks went by, and I was starting to feel a little more comfortable in my surroundings. Then, one day, sitting in the student union, a man approached me. He introduced himself as Eric. He was in his thirties, with dark hair, average height, and weight, but trim. I remember thinking to myself, his ass looks great in those jeans. He was shy, but he went on to tell me he was a photographer and had several girls on campus as his models. He thinks I would look great on camera and could make a lot of extra money while in school.

Now, I always thought my looks were maybe average since I received attention in high school, but I never thought I was model material. I was hesitant since I didn't know this guy and was afraid he might tie me up and abuse me before killing me, so I didn't jump at the opportunity at first. He gave me his card and told me to think about it, ask around campus, and I would see that he is legit. I took his card and thanked him. Then, as he walked away, I smiled as I stared at that butt.

I asked around campus about Eric, and a few of the girls I talked to had done some modeling for him and assured me he was the real deal and that it was a great deal for them, since they could make some spending money while in school.

A few more days went by, and I decided to call him. I pulled his business card out of my purse and dialed the number. I could feel my nervousness escalate. The phone rang four times, and I was about to hang up, thinking he wouldn't answer. Then I heard his voice: "Hello, this is Eric."

I was so nervous that I tried to talk, but my words weren't coming out. Eric must have thought it was a crank call until I was able to blurt out, "Hello Eric, this is Emma, we spoke in the student union the other day about a modeling job."

I hear his voice perk up as he said, "Oh, yes, hi Emma, I remember you."

I went on to tell him how I was interested in his offer. He was excited to hear that I was curious and told me he has a shoot coming up that he thinks I would be perfect for. He asked me to come by his studio on Wednesday afternoon so he could take some pictures to see how I look in front of the camera.

I went to Eric's studio on Wednesday afternoon as we scheduled. When I walked in, Eric was taking a picture of another girl. Her name was Tammy. I saw her on campus before. When Eric saw me in the studio, he stopped photographing Tammy, welcomed me, and introduced us.

He told me to sit over there and watch Tammy as he took her pictures. He told me she was a natural in front of the camera and that I could learn from watching her. I did as he asked and watched how Tammy responded to Eric's commands. Tammy was a beautiful girl and was so comfortable in front of the camera; she was a natural.

When Tammy finished her shoot, she shook my hand and wished me good luck, telling me I would do great. Eric then put me on set and started taking pictures of me. They were just simple pics at first, then he began to give me directions on how to turn and look. After a short time, he stopped taking pics and put his SD card into a large television he had on. Up popped the pictures he took of me. I was amazed at what I was seeing. The way he had the lighting and everything else set up, I wouldn't recognize myself. That was the first time I saw myself as very pretty.

Eric showed me what the photo shoot he told me I would be perfect for was about. It was a bikini shoot, and he asked if I wanted to be the model. He went on to tell me what it would pay. I was nervous at first when I heard it would be a bikini shoot because I would be so exposed. But when I listened to what it would pay, that nervousness diminished. I was a poor college student, and I needed the money.

Eric told me to come back Friday night for the shoot. I showed up at his studio on time, and he did my makeup right. He gave me the different bikinis I would be in. They were thong bikinis. I'd never worn one of those before, and it was different, for sure. Made me even more nervous, and then he took his pictures. The night flew by, and I have to admit that after my initial nervousness, I had a lot of fun. At the end of the night, Eric showed me his pics, and I was amazed that the girl in them was me.

In the next few weeks, I was involved in a few more photo shoots with Eric and other photographers. When one photographer has a model, he will share her with other photographers if they have a shoot and need someone.

As the weeks went on and I got to know all the photographers, they started to ask me if I was interested in taking nude photos, and they would do them for me. I got a little uneasy when that started to happen, so I talked to some of the other girls I had become friends with. They all informed me that it was no big deal. The nude photos could be good for my portfolio, and then they told me that there may be other requests that could make me more money than modeling.

Being a small-town girl, I was so naive that I didn't really know what they were talking about. When I asked Tammy what she meant by that, she giggled, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "Sex, honey, they will pay you for sex."

I had that deer in the headlights look on my face when Tammy went on to say. "Listen, honey, don't shy away from it. Hell, you suck your boyfriend's cock for free, you might as well get something out of it."

Over the next few weeks, my modeling jobs continued, and the photographers would continue to try to get me to commit to a nude photo shoot. I would continue to be dismissive of the topic with them all, but I kept debating with myself whether I should. After another month of self-debate on this topic, I was at a shoot with Eric. At the end of the shoot, he brought up the subject as usual. Only this time, I didn't avoid the topic I told him I would be interested in.

Although Eric tried to remain professional, I could sense a hint of excitement in his voice when he scheduled me for the shoot. He told me he would schedule it later at night, when it would be him and me, because they would have privacy then and there would be no chance of someone walking in on it. I felt a little at ease knowing that he was thinking of my dignity.

I showed up at Eric's studio on Saturday at 10:00 PM for my shoot. He told me not to wear any underwear so it wouldn't cause creases on my body that would show up on my body. So I wore a loose-fitting, ugly dress with sandals. Eric was already there, laying out his different cameras and prepping his lighting. That was one thing about Eric: not only was he brilliant, but he was always a true professional.

Eric sat with me and talked for a bit before we started shooting. It made me feel more at ease as he showed concern for me and assured me it was just a professional shoot. He only sees a model in his camera, and it is all about getting the right shot —nothing else.

I thought to myself, yeah, Eric cut the bullshit, you'll be jerking off as soon as I get out the door. He told me to undress so we can get started. I slowly took my clothes off, debating each piece as it came off: Is this the right thing to do? Talking myself into continuing, I soon found myself standing naked in front of Eric. He tried not to be obvious, but his eyes scanned my body, and I saw a slight hint of a smile of approval.

Eric began directing me into various poses as his camera clicked away. Eric was very particular about the lighting and background, so the shoot took longer than expected. To this day, I can't be sure if it was because he was so particular, or if he was prolonging the shoot since he had me naked.

As I was getting dressed, Eric was already reviewing my pics. When I walked up to view them, he complimented me on how amazing I looked in front of the camera. I jokingly asked him, "Does he mean I only look great in front of the camera and not in real life?" Eric, being as shy as he is, became flustered and apologized, telling me that was not at all what he meant. I chuckled to myself, thinking how cute it was that he had become so flustered.

Eric then started to point out some of the features he felt would drive my viewers wild. He went over a few before he pointed out my shiny full lips. He went on to say that every man will be fantasizing about them being wrapped around their cocks as they think of me giving them oral.

I have to admit, I was shocked since I didn't expect that coming from shy Eric. I looked over at him and, in a soft, seductive voice, asked Eric if that was what he was thinking about. Eric blushed and looked down as he responded in a low voice, "I have thought about that since I met you, Emma."

Still looking at the floor, he asked me if I would ever consider doing that with him. My talk with Tammy came alive in my head when I heard her say, Hey, you suck your boyfriend's cock for free, why not get something out of it if you're going to do it.

I put my fingers under Eric's chin and lifted his head as I locked into his eyes. "It'll cost you."

Eric was shocked and excited by my response. How much? He quickly asked. I looked him sternly in his eyes and whispered, You tell me how much you would pay to see these shiny lips on your cock. I asked him that because I had no idea how much I should have asked for. He quickly shot back, Fifty bucks. I had no idea if that was too high or too low, but hell, I needed money, so I agreed.

He didn't want it to happen then and there because he was afraid we might not have privacy, so we arranged for me to go to his apartment on Tuesday at 9:00 PM. As I left the studio that night, and for the next three days, I kept asking myself, What the fuck did I do? As Tuesday approached, my nervousness grew. I kept thinking to myself, "What have I done?" It is not like I have given that many blow jobs. Hell, I only sucked Bobby's dick a few times. I was not even sure I was that good at it. I debated other issues as well. When I would suck Bobby's dick, I wouldn't let him cum in my mouth. I would always pull my mouth off and jerk him until he came. If Eric is paying for this, I would have to let him finish in my mouth. I tried to get myself prepared for that. I resolved myself to do my best since I was getting paid to do it.

I was a bundle of nerves that only grew larger when Tuesday arrived. I went to my classes during the day, and when my mind was not occupied with school, it was fixated on what I was to do that night.

After dinner Tuesday night, I went back to my room and started getting ready for my task. I applied my makeup, paying special attention to my eyes and lips. Knowing he was fantasizing about watching my wet, shiny lips slide up and down his cock, I applied a high gloss lip gloss in bright red, and I made sure I accented my eyes so when I looked up into his eyes, he would look back into my sexy brown eyes. I wore a short black leather skirt, a red silk shirt, and black heels. I wore no bra or panties. That is kind of what I imagined a hooker would wear.

As I left my dorm room, one of the girls on my floor commented on how I looked and asked who was going to get so lucky tonight. I just chuckled and made my way to Eric's apartment. As I arrived at Eric's apartment building, I looked up at it and thought, What the hell have I gotten myself into? Thinking to myself, well, it is too late now. Just do what you have to do.

I walked into the building and knocked on Eric's door. The door flung open quickly, and Eric was standing there. His eyes widened as he looked me up and down. I saw the approval in his eyes.

He invited me in and handed me a glass of wine that he had already poured for me. He sat in a chair in the living room, and as he took a sip of his wine, he asked me to strip for him. I complied with his wishes and slowly stripped, making it as sensual as I could. It appeared he was enjoying it as I could see the bulge in his pants grow bigger.

Once naked, I strutted over to Eric and knelt between his legs as my hands caressed his bulge over his pants. As it grew larger, I looked up into his eyes and softly whispered, "Oh baby, this must be so uncomfortable, don't you think we should let it free?"

Eric, looking into my eyes, couldn't speak; he just nodded. I undid his belt and pants, then unzipped his zipper. I pulled his pants apart and then pulled them down over his hips. His pants and underwear came off, and his cock popped out in front of my face. Now I don't have much to compare it to since Bobby was the only cock I ever saw in person, but it was much bigger than Bobby's for sure.

My hand wrapped around Eric's cock as I caressed it slowly. Looking up with my big eyes, I whispered, "Doesn't that feel good, baby?"

Again, Eric couldn't respond and only nodded. My eyes still locked to his, I leaned down and slowly licked from his balls to the tip of his cock, then circled his head with my tongue. I then licked back down his shaft, and as my hand stroked his cock, I took his balls into my mouth and sucked on them. Eric let out a loud moan as I did so. I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. I chuckled to myself as I thought all those hours of watching those porn sites of girls giving blow jobs were paying off.

As I left his balls, I licked back up his cock and wrapped my lips around it cock and slowly took him into my mouth. My eyes locked on his. I could see the pleasure that he was witnessing the fantasy of watching his cock slide between my bright, shiny lips. He let out another loud moan as I took him into my mouth. I held him in my mouth as my tongue slid up and down his shaft. Eric was squirming and moaning louder. I thought to myself, "He is getting close."

I quickly played out my dilemma in my mind. What am I going ot do when Eric cums? To give me more time to prepare, I took my mouth off Eric's cock and kissed and licked his balls again. I started to tell him how good his cock tasted and how I loved it in my mouth. Well, that wasn't helping my postponement, since he seemed to get even more excited the more I talked dirty to him.

I decided on a new strategy. I was going to ask him where he wanted to cum. Maybe he will say on my face or tits. That didn't work. When I asked him, he told me he wants to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow him all down. I thought to myself, well, that clinches that, I am going to have to swallow him down. I decided not to prolong the inevitable and wrapped my lips around his cock once again and started bobbing my head up and down on his cock.

Hearing his moans get louder and his breathing get shallower, I knew he was close. It was now or never, I thought. That thought was no sooner in my head than I felt Eric thrust his hips up into my face. His body tensed, and his cock started to throb in my mouth. With every throb of his cock, I felt a jet of hot cum splat into my mouth. I tightened my lips around his cock and sucked on him as if he were a straw in my drink. I remember thinking about the third jet of cum that shot into my mouth, "Hmm, I like this. Feeling that thick, creamy, salty load coat my tongue and splat into my throat was quite enjoyable." That made me suck harder, making sure I got every last drop out of him.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it went limp, making sure I got every last drop of his cum that oozed out. Once his cock was flaccid, I let it fall from my mouth. Still staring up into his eyes, I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock before I stood up and started to get dressed.

As I was getting dressed, Eric kept telling me how amazing it was and how he would like more of it, maybe even in other ways. I smiled at him, lightly touched his face, and whispered, "We'll see baby." I didn't want to commit to anything at that point.

As I was ready to leave, Eric handed me $50 for my services. I smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and thanked him, then left his apartment. As I left Eric's apartment with cash in hand, I felt a sense of accomplishment for a successful first job. I felt empowered. It felt like I did something unique or taboo, and it made me feel grounded. But I was conflicted, not thinking it would be something I would do again. Returning to my room, I got into bed and fell asleep. The more I thought about it, the wetter and hotter I got. My fingers made their way between my legs as I brought myself to two orgasms before I was finally able to fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning, my thoughts immediately went to the events of the previous night, and I found my fingers between my legs once again as I brought myself to yet another orgasm. I lay there in bed, coming down from my orgasm, not knowing what would be next for me, but knowing it was going to involve more adventures like last night.

It was after this night that I met my friend. We shared the same career path and relied on each other to make it in the business. She was my best friend and confidant, and I already miss her. I raised my glass in the air and said, "I'll miss you, my friend, god bless you."

This story depicts the events that got me into prostitution. It was only the beginning. I have many more stories if you so desire to hear them. If you do look forward to future chapters.