How I met Abby

I’m a 25y.o. male living in a hustling city. To be upfront, I’ve always been fascinated about school girls. There’s something about their gentle behavior with pure innocence. I’m talking about the girls who shy away from the attention. I’ve been sleeping with girls of all types throughout the years but recently I wanted to challenge myself to something new. Let me tell you how I met Abby.

It all started when I took a school photoshoot contract instead of my usual modeling photoshoots. I needed the extra cash and it was something new so I took the job at St Marry’s. I arrived at the school in my professional attire, suit and tie with my polished shoes.

I presumed it was lunch time as I saw a parade of school girls running around while some decided to sit in groups. As my eyes were busy searching for possible models (as it naturally happens) I bumped into one of the students. Even though it was my blind step she was quick to apologize before giving me a panicked smile. Her fallen id on the ground said Abby Sinclair, Year 13. I introduced myself to her pretty smile and asked her if she could guide me to the main office. As we walked, I couldn’t help to notice how shy she was. Her posture assured me I was in dominance as she patiently waited for my next words nearby the office. I decided to test the opportunity at hand.

I told Abby I’m the photographer for todays year book shoot and I’d like to practice some shots if she’s okay with the idea. She panicked once again and before she could say no I decided to use my advantage, “Abby I’ll need you to cooperate with me unless you want me to tell the principal? Plus look how beautiful you are!” I ended with a friendly smile that in turn curved her confused lips. Beautiful might be underselling Abby. She had an amazing hour glass curves for a teen, her breasts slightly stretching her shirt buttons while her above knee high skirt created temptations I could not speak of. Her partially blonde hair and transparent glasses went just right with her pink lipstick. I wonder if she knows her effect on men. I quickly switched back to the moment.

We headed to the performing arts hall as I was given the spare key for it to store my gear. She followed me in as I noticed her looking at the wall clock, it was 40 mins until the next class. I locked the entry door to prevent any disturbance.

The hall was like any other, filled with seating arrangements facing an uplifted stage. I looked around to assure the emptiness. I decided to guide her how I guide any of my new models, to make her feel at ease. I pulled out a seat behind her before going up close, her brown eyes were chest high to me. I helped her take the bag of her shoulders, her school jacket followed in what looked like an accidental act. I could tell her heart was racing being up close and personal to a stranger. I could hear her heavy breathing, stuck between me and the chair. My hands covered each side of her cheeks and reminded her to breathe in a calm manner. She acknowledged my control unknowingly by lowering her breathing pace.

I asked if she has ever thought about modeling, her shyness answered the question seconds before her lips. But I made use of the seconds as my eyes touched every part of her body. Her checkered skirt teased above her kness and her white shirt transparent enough to show the pink bra straps. I instructed her to do as I say as she obediently took a seat.

I took a few casual shots with her tense and shy posture. The shots itself were average but I kept signalling how amazing they look, more importantly how beautiful SHE looks. I went up close to show her every shot, inches away from her lips, slowly breaking the physical barrier. At a point I was showing her some shots and explaining her it’s “meaningful depth” while my left hand was under her skirt on her thighs with subtle movements. Not too strong, just light touches. Just enough to arrouse her interests. Every time I touched her inner thighs I noted her facial cues, always assuring her comfort.

After the first ten shots, I decided to go up a level. I looked at the shots in frustration suggesting, “These are good but we can do better don’t you think Abby?”

Abby questioned, “Um, how? Am I not doing it properly Sir?”

“Oh no no, you are perfect sweetie. Here let me make it better.” I said as I quickly unbuttoned the top two of her silky white shirt. It showed her untouched cleavage covered by her pink bra. I guided her left hand to play with her hair while her right hand slightly lifted her skirt upwards, showing off her thighs. I took a moment to appreciate her soft sexy legs, questioning my excitement if I took the skirt off. Before the buldge in my pants got noticeable I finished my instructions, “Ah perfect! And don’t forget your beautiful smile Abby.” She was very hesitant but a natural, followed my every word like the good girl she was.

Abby was exciting to work with, her obidience freed my testing limits. Twenty minutes in our shoot and I was now certain I could play with her however I want. I stood next to her seat and indirectly showed my excitement with my now big buldge to her eye level. Her facial expression quickly went from “whats that big buldge sir??” to “oh my God he saw me looking at it”. I took the advantage.

“Abby, what if I told your boyfriend that you just..”

“um I don’t have a boyfriend sir, the boys only stay around with the popular girls”

“oh the boys are blind, look at you. You got me more excited than any of my models”, I said positioning my excitement between me and her ever-so-close curious eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean sir, I don’t know what to do. Is that a good thing?” asked Abby as she stood up, giving me a clear view of the unbuttoned top. I knew I had to make a bold move now.

I asked, “can you keep a secret?”. Just as she opened her mouth my lips met hers, kissing her soft gentle lips as I picked her off the floor forcing her legs to wrap around my waist. I sat on the seat as her body slid down on my lap, positioning my rock hard cock right between her legs. She surprised both of us with a moan as she felt the unexpected thrust.

I undressed her shirt and bra within seconds with my hands all over her soft tits. She moaned in realization. The pre cum on my cock screamed for her soft lips. “Get down on your knees Abby, right now” I instructed as I took my tie off. I blindfolded her while she sat on her knees.

I put my fully hard cock right in front of her face as her smell directed her hands. “this feels so big Sir, I don’t know what to do. I–”

“Open your mouth.”

My cock went straight to the back of her throat even though half of it couldn’t fit. I slowly grabbed her head back and forth, each time my cock stayed longer and further in her throat. I deepthroated Abby as she gagged and begged for each breath. I fucked her mouth until she erupted with my cum. She swallowed it all back and gave me a big smile as a tear fell from her eyes.

The bell rang as Abby licked and swallowed every drop of cum on my dick.

“Thank you for my lunch, Sir”, she said with a big smile.

I ended the “practice” shoot by taking her number. I touched her wet pussy and said “I’ll call you when I want my dinner Abby.”

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