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Soon I was down to my bra and panties. I hoped that was enough. Throughout this story I haven't told you about myself. I'm 5' 7" tall. I think my ass is too big, but then again, I think my breasts are, too. 36 DDs. Only my high school boyfriend Nick had seen and touched them. I don't think I'm beautiful, but people have described me as cute or adorable. I have brown hair that I often wear in a ponytail.

"I think you might be okay as a model. You don't have to take off anything else right now, but you know the kinds of photographs I take. You will eventually or we can march down to the manager's office or I can call the police."

"No, no. I'll do it. I'll be so embarrassed, but . . ." At the moment, I had my arms across my chest and my legs almost crossed. Thankfully, I'd worn bikini style panties to work. Even though the chances of a guy seeing me were almost non-existent, I liked to feel sexy and often wore a thong even to school under my jeans.

"I have that black student coming back tomorrow, but why don't you come here Friday prepared to be photographed?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And Wanda, if you want to watch tomorrow, it's okay. Farley does have a marvelous penis, doesn't he?" She smiled.

I blushed. Before I was caught, I'd watched Professor Marston shoot him. His cock was magnificent; standing over eight inches tall and he had a body to die for, although to be fair my eyes never left that cock. The Professor took shots from different angles, even on her knees, where she got below him and shot up at his scrotum.

I'll bet her panties were wet. I know mine were.

I didn't sleep much imagining what was going to happen. The least embarrassing thing was that Professor Marston was going to photograph me naked. She never shot faces, so it's not like people would recognize me, but still. Only my gynecologist saw me like Professor Marston was going to see me. But would that be all? I'd seen what she'd done to Marcy and Marcy'd done to her.

Even though I didn't have a sex life, I was straight. I couldn't even imagine.

Friday morning, I shaved, then shaved a little closer. I planned on wearing bikinis but shaved as if I'd be wearing a thong. My labia were bare, but I had a big thick brown bush covering my pubic bone. I always liked the way it looked; it was too late to change that look now.

I'm pale. I thought my red bra and panty set would be ideal. It was the best I had. If I was going on a date where I thought it might lead to more, that's what I'd wear. Of course, I never went on that kind of date or any date for that matter.

I barely paid attention in class. My mind was on Professor Marston. Before going to the motel, I spent a long time in the ladies' room. I wanted to make sure my make-up was perfect even though I doubted she wanted to shoot my face. It made me feel better.

"Wanda, I'm glad you decided to come," she said as she let me in.

I was thinking I had little choice, but it was my own fault.

"Like the other day, why don't you take off everything but your bra and panties?"

I did as I was told. Like I said, I didn't think I had a choice.

"You're more beautiful than I thought." Her hand-held camera was right at my cleavage. That sexy red bra showed off a lot of cleavage. With my 36DDs there was a lot of cleavage.

Then she was on her knees, shooting my bikini bottom. I was blushing. That bulge caused by my big bush, now seemed way too big. Why didn't I trim it this morning? "Good Wanda. Pull down your panties so we can see just a hint of pubic hair."

"Very sexy. Let me take just one more. Then I'm going to want more photos of your breasts."

I knew it was inevitable, but I didn't want to take off my bra. Like I said I thought they were too big. I was embarrassed when Professor Marston openly sighed when I took my bra off.

Thinking back to when Professor Marston seduced the lovely Marcy, I don't recall her even looking at her breasts, except when she tried to get her nipples hard. Like I said, I thought Marcy's were beautiful.

"Wanda, you have the most spectacular breasts. I'll bet the boys go crazy over them."

I didn't want to tell her that except for a few times with my high school boyfriend Nick, no boy had touched them or even seen them.

She started shooting them from all different angles including close ups, very close ups of my nipples and areolas. "Wanda, can you use your fingers to make your nipples erect."

That would be so embarrassing. I'd noticed when I was spying on my neighbors, wearing only a nightgown and playing with my pussy, my nipples got hard and then they stuck out almost an inch.

I was hesitant. "Wanda, I know you don't want me to help you."

No, no I didn't. My thumb and forefinger massaged my left nipple until it was erect; almost an inch. Professor Marston's camera was right there. "Wow. Wanda, it's perfect. Let's see the other one." I was blushing; I was as red as my bra and panties.

I played with my right nipple until it too was erect. "Oh Wanda, it's beautiful. Can you squeeze your breasts together? I want to get both nipples in the same shot."

The Professor had me kneel on all fours on the bed with those one-inch nipples and my breasts hanging like udders; at least that's how I felt.

"Now, Wanda. I want some pictures of your vagina. You'll be self-conscious. I'll be very professional, promise. Of course, you'll need to take off your panties."

I got off the bed and stood in front of her; of course, I was self-conscious. It was embarrassing. It was embarrassing knowing the ways she'd photographed Marcy's pussy.

By the way, except in some science class, I'd never used the word vagina. My mother, when she explained things to me, which she did in the most elementary fashion, called it "down there." I was thirteen, and all I could think of was Australia. "Down there," "down under," what's the difference?

Professor Marston was on her knees, taking close ups of my bush. "Spread your legs, Wanda." She got on her back and was shooting straight up.

"This is the hardest part for any of my female models. "Lie on the bed, on your back with your legs spread. Breath deep, relax."

I heard her camera or cameras clicking away. I turned my head, just in case Professor Marston caught my face. "Wanda, you have the loveliest vagina; such a pretty pink and I adore the way your labia are so smooth. You have the most beautiful vagina. Patrons of my show will love it." Click-click-click.

"Spread your labia for me; let the camera have a glimpse inside you. Beautiful, your boyfriend must adore your vagina." Click-click-click.

"On your stomach, buttock in the air." I rolled over. "Spread your legs. The gallery will want everyone to see your fantastic buttock and your vagina from this angle." All I thought of was my fat ass and how I'd be a perfect subject for a Rubens painting.

"I think I have everything I need; Wanda, you're a wonderful subject. Thank you, I may need you again, and I'll let you know when I have some interesting male subjects for you to ogle from back there." She pointed to the wall where the maids' station was.

I got dressed. As I left, "remember, you're still not off the hook for being a Peeping Tom."

TO BE CONTINUED

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