I want to confess something that I did do, and something I did not do, but wonder if I should have. When I was 25, I was kind of confused, out of college, broken up from a bad relationship, and pretty much had a low self image. I decided at one point, after seeing an ad on a local coffee shop bulletin board, to try nude modelling at a local art college for the evening classes. I was extremely nervous the first time, but I did it, and found it somewhat ther**eutic, seeing all these students drawing my naked body and creating some quite lovely art. To know I was inspiring them excited me. After a few times, I got bold and printed some cards with my name, number, and declared myself an artists model for hire. I gave them out at my next modelling session to the students. Nothing really came of it after a few weeks, and I kind of forgot it, and had second thoughts about it anyway. I stopped modelling, and devoted myself to my day job.
A month later, I got a call, and a man said he had attended one of the classes that I had modeled at and was interested in hiring me. I told him i was no longer doing that. He told me he would pay me very well, and thought I would fit what he wanted perfectly. I asked what was so special about me, kind of laughing. He answered you have a beautiful c**t. I was floored and did not say a word. I was going to hang up, but for some reason did not. He told me he had been thinking about my c**t ever since he had seen me model, and jerked off to his drawing of me daily. He named a fairly large sum of money he would pay me to pose for him, let him take pictures of me. I still said nothing, and he asked if I was still there. I stammered yes, but I am speechless. He then told me he was looking at the drawing he had done of me right now, and had a raging hardon. I could not believe this, as I am hardly a pornstar type girl, rather plain I think, and did not have big boobs, and thought I was kind of skinny.
I said I think you are putting me on. He then proceeded to describe my pussy in exacting detail. I realized he must have studied it intensely to do this. I did not know what to say. There was a kind of little stage the models stood on and he told me that when I had gotten down, for a minute, my legs were spread and he almost shot a load in his pants at school.
I was silent still and he pleaded, please, let me pay you, I want to take photos of you. I am not sure what came over me but I said, and I never say anything even close to a swear, so, you want me to come over, and spread my c**t open for you so you can take pictures? Yes! He said, please let me see it. He was breathing very heavy now. I said sorry, but my c**t is not for sale. He moaned and said I love it when you say that. I said what? c**t? (even though I knew exactly what he meant). Yes! your c**t! your hot wet c**t!
I said, I think what you really want is to fuck my c**t, don't you? Yes, he yelled I want to fuck your hot c**t.
I was rubbing myself now, really getting off on this. I then thought what the hell am I doing and hung up.
I always wondered what would have happened if I had accepted his offer.