For as long as she could remember, Bobbie Baxter had wanted to be famous. She didn't really know how she would get there, but like most little girls, she dreamed of that red-carpet lifestyle. At first she'd wanted to be an actress, but there were no acting classes in her town, and her parents seemed too busy to take her anywhere else. Then she thought about becoming a singer, but, well, she wasn't very good. Now she had one last chance to make it work. She had been bored one evening and was going through a newspaper that her father hadn't thrown out yet. One particular advertisement caught her eye, it said "Models Required, No Experience Necessary".

Bobbie knew she could make this one work. She wouldn't need to sing, dance, or even speak if she didn't want to. Importantly, she also knew she had the looks to pull it off. Her brown hair and brown eyes were a good start, but she had so much more. At 11 years old, she had a fit and tight body that was just showing the first signs of womanhood. Her breasts were just starting to develop, and further down, below her tight stomach and above her firm yet slender legs, her ass was firm, round and just the right size for a girl of her age. It was undoubtedly her best feature, and if she needed any further proof, it came from the bulge that would form in the sweatpants of her phys-Ed teacher every time he got close to her.

The other girls used to joke about it, of course, but Bobbie wasn't joking now. This was her big chance. If she got this right, she would never have to worry about boring school work again. She would never be bothered by teachers who would nag her about things that girls her age didn't care about. She would be able to show her parents that she was mature enough to make her own decisions. She called the number, used an alias, and spoke in the most mature voice she could muster (she didn't want to reveal her age until she could charm the guy making the decisions with her body), and arranged an interview. The voice on the other end of sounded vaguely familiar, but it was a bad line, and she couldn't be sure. Now all she had to do was put on her make-up and her cheerleader outfit that always drove her Phys-Ed teacher crazy, and she was ready.

Pete Jones was a Phys-ed teacher at the local elementary school, but he wanted out. He didn't like the pay (which never seemed to be enough), he didn't like the way the students talked back to him, and he especially didn't like the way some of the older girls seemed to use their sexuality to make fun of him. He did see a way out, however. He figured his inability to resist young girls could translate into something useful after all. If he could spot the talent, he could start a modelling agency. Even if he couldn't find them legitimate modelling work, he figured he could always put their pictures on the Internet, and set up subscription-based websites, where people would pay a subscription fee to access the best pictures.

It seemed like such a great business plan. Even if he didn't make enough to do it full time, the extra cash would come in very handy. His wife had objected, of course, but she became his ex-wife when he came home and caught her in bed with some dead-beat loser from the wrong side of town. Now he was more determined than ever to do it. He would not only make the extra money, he would also show that bitch what a mistake she had made. Today he had an interview with the first applicant. The woman had given her name as "Kate Smith". She said she had no previous experience as a model, but was sure she had what it took. He just hoped she wasn't full of shit - nobody else had phoned that day.

Bobbie arrived at the address right on 11.00 on the Saturday morning. She thought about being "fashionably late", but decided she wanted to look professional on her first meeting. The time suited her perfectly because she didn't have to worry about school. Getting away from her parents was easy, as her friend Phoebe had covered for her. Good old Phoebe, she was always getting up to mischief, and Bobbie had covered for her many times in the last year or so. Now she had some favours to call in. Her parents had no idea where she really was or what she was really doing. She had caught the bus to a shopping mall near the address, and had changed into her outfit in the bathroom.

She looked like something out of a pedophile's wet dream. Her face was covered in make-up of course, but the cheerleader outfit was more like a bikini. The top half barely covered her small, budding tits, and left very little else to the imagination. The bottom half comprised of some very short and tight spandex shorts, that seemed to cover as little as possible, and showed every contour of her incredible ass. She wondered who had picked that outfit for school cheerleaders - was Mr. Jones a closet pedophile? Was that why the girls were gossiping about his wife leaving him? Then she laughed at the irony of the situation. Whoever designed that outfit for school was helping her make school less relevant to her life.

Pete heard the knock on his front door. Whoever this girl was, at least she was punctual. He was shocked, however, when he opened the door. He recognised Bobbie right away, but was shocked at how hot she looked. He wanted to grab her and fuck her right there, but he kept his composure, even as she did a twirl and let his eyes take in her incredible ass. She seemed so mature for her age, yet so immature. Obviously she knew how attractive she was, even at eleven, but if she was applying to be a professional model, she was clearly trying too hard. He decided to play it cool.

"Kate?" he asked.

"You didn't expect me to use my real name at first, did you?" She replied.

He sighed, "I expect you have a reasonable explanation".

"You can play teacher on Monday" she told him, "right now I want to talk about modelling."

He wanted to laugh in her face, but right now he couldn't. It was as if attractive young girls had some kind of power over him, and this particular young girl was very attractive right now. He figured he should invite her inside and into his make-shift studio before someone saw her standing at his front door. Clearly, she had what it took to model if she could just smooth a few of her rough edges and make her a little more discreet and professional, but he had no idea how he could use an 11 year old girl.

She smiled up at him with that mischievous grin she had used to taunt him at school. "So, do you like what you see? Do I have what it takes?"

"What? uh - yeah, I suppose" he stammered, "maybe with a bit more professionalism and experience" he added, "What made you want to become a model anyway?"

"Oh, the usual reasons, bored with school, want more money, a lot like you I guess" she giggled at him.

"I see, and what makes you think you have what it takes?" he asked her.

She walked over to him and put her small hand on the large bulge forming in his trousers, she grinned when he made no attempt to stop her. "I guess that's the sincerest form of flattery, isn't it?"

His cock throbbed under her touch, he sighed. "Bobbie, we can't do this. What if someone found out?"

She kept massaging his big cock. "I won't tell if you won't. My parents would be as mad at me as they are at you anyway."

"That isn't what I meant", he said, "How could I ever use an 11 year old girl as a model? There's no way I could ever --"

She interrupted him. "Do you realise how many men I caught staring at my ass on the way over here? There must be millions of men out there who would love a piece of this if they could get it. I can't blame them really, if I was a guy, I'd wanna fuck me, too". She was giggling now.

Pete suddenly remembered his other idea about using a website to host her pictures. The cost to set it up would be minimal, but Bobbie was right, any straight man who was honest with himself would love a piece of her, and a lot of them would be willing to pay for it, too. He could simply pay her a commission from the profits made by the site, if the website didn't take off, it wouldn't cost him anything. Somehow he doubted it would come to that. "Let's take some pictures then", he said.

They stared with some relatively innocent poses, but soon enough the pictures started to get more raunchy. Bobbie knew what her best feature was, and so she posed in a way that really showed off her ass. She was even able to simulate facial expressions that suggested she wanted to fuck, or make it look like she was actually getting off on posing for the camera. Pete's cock was soon straining against his trousers, something Bobbie noticed almost right away.

She pointed at his big bulge, "Isn't that uncomfortable?"

He blushed, but said nothing, and took a few more snaps. She pointed at him again, "You can take it out if you like, I don't mind."

It was as if he'd finally been given permission. He quickly unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. Bobbie gasped when his huge cock swung free. It was a good eight inches long, and as thick as her forearm. She couldn't quite believe that her recently-divorced teacher had such a big beautiful dick. She walked over to him. "Can I touch it?" she asked.

Pete was far too horny now to even try to resist. "Go ahead", he told her.

She moved over to him and put her little hands on his thick cock, stroking it gently, feeling it's hardness. Pete grabbed a smaller camera and took some shots of her playing with his dick. "These are for our private collection", he told her. She opened her mouth wide and began to suck on the head of his cock, even managing to take about half of his length into her little mouth.

Pete let out a moan. Bobbie mightn't have the experience that his ex-wife had, but her mouth was so warm and tight around him, and he hadn't had any sexual release for quite a while. It was no time at all before he felt a climax building up inside his balls. He wanted to pull out before he came. He wasn't sure how she'd react to the taste of it, but it simply happened too fast. His cock blasted the first shot of cum right into the girl's throat, gagging and choking her. She simply wasn't ready for it, and pulled her mouth away for a second, long enough for the next few spurts to cover her face, before she went back to his dick and drank the last of his cum.

"Wow, it's been a long time for you, hasn't it?" She asked him, as she finished cleaning his cock in her mouth.

"Too long" he said, taking the small camera again, to take some snaps of her cum-covered face. He couldn't quite believe that an 11 year old had drained so much cum from him. And the thought was getting him hard again almost instantly.

"Well, now it's my turn" Bobbie said, unhooking and removing her bikini top, which was partially soaked in cum which had dripped off her face. Pete had removed his shirt, and was now using his hands to slide Bobbie's tight little shorts down her round ass and slender legs. Bobbie noted that he had a surprisingly good body for a teacher. He gently pushed her over onto the sofa in the studio, and dived between her legs as if he hadn't eaten in days.

She moaned and arched her back as he teased her lips, then flicked her clit a few times with his tongue. Pete was actually a little shocked at just how wet she was. Clearly, she was enjoying what they were doing today, and not just what Pete was doing now. It was as if Bobbie was getting off on the thought that millions of men would get hard from looking at her body. He pushed a finger into her while he licked her clit. God, she was tight. He suddenly realised he had to fuck her today, even if that meant going to jail.

He would have to wait, however. The nature of the day's events, combined with the treatment her young pussy was receiving now was too much for Bobbie. She came hard, gushing right into Pete's mouth even as he licked and sucked her clit. She looked up at him as she panted and tried to recover from her orgasm.

"Do you think it will fit inside me?" she asked in a whisper.

"Don't worry, I'll make it fit" he told her.

He bent down and kissed her full in her mouth, giving the girl a taste of her own juices. As his tongue explored her mouth, he was also certain that he could taste some of his own cum still lingering in her mouth and on her lips. Surprisingly, the taste didn't repulse him at all. On the contrary, Bobbie noted, it seemed to make him even more enthusiastic, he kissed her even more deeply. Finally, it was Bobbie who broke their kiss.

"I need you to fuck me right now," she told him, putting her hands on his big hard cock again, "and it looks like you need to fuck me right now, too".

Pete didn't need to be asked twice. He moved between her legs and began rubbing his large dick against her small entrance, noting how wet she was. It was going to be tight, but he could make it. He began to push forward, Bobbie crying out as her tight hole stretched to accommodate the huge dick invading it. He quickly realised that she wasn't a virgin, which frustrated and relieved him at the same time. At least it meant she had some idea of what she was doing.

Pete pushed about half of his cock into Bobbie, then he began fucking her, going a little deeper on each thrust. She was the first preteen girl he'd ever fucked, and her pussy was tighter than anything he'd ever felt before. The tightness of her pussy and her little girl moans were driving him crazy, and he figured it wouldn't be long before he exploded inside her. He just hoped he lasted long enough to give her an orgasm too.

Bobbie was going crazy on his cock. "Fuck me", she told him, "ram my tight little pussy good, is it tight enough for you? Ohhhh fuck! Your big cock is gonna make me cum!" It was easily the biggest thing she'd ever had in her little pussy, and she could feel it glide across her clit with each thrust. The orgasm began to build up inside her, and she knew it wouldn't be long. Suddenly her body stiffened and she cried out loudly. Her orgasm hit her hard, causing her to quiver and shake, and her pussy to squeeze Pete's dick even tighter than before.

It was too much for Pete, and his thick cock began shooting it's load deep inside the young girl's cunt. He was shocked at how much cum he seemed to be shooting inside her, hadn't he just cum in her mouth before? He shot what seemed like a quart of cum into that tight little hole, before he finally pulled out and collapsed on the sofa next to her. They laid there for a moment, recovering from their mutual climax, it was Bobbie who spoke first.

"Wow, that was the best ever! We have to do that again." She said.

Pete wasn't about to argue. He would have fucked the little girl again right then, but didn't want to wear her out. "Oh, we will, don't worry" he told her.

He then explained to her how the modelling and the website would work. Basically he would take a series of pictures of her in a variety of different costumes. The site would start with a number of picture galleries, and then update one each week. People would pay a subscription fee to access the full picture galleries, with the older galleries being archived, and access to the archives would be another subscription fee. He told her to expect a cut of the website's profits, and help finding legitimate modelling opportunities when she got too old to star on a glorified child porn site.

Bobbie nodded along, although she didn't really understand. She was absently scooping his cum from her freshly fucked pussy with her fingers and sucking them clean.

"You taste good", she told him, "so when can I come back for our next session?"

"How about Wednesday, after softball practice? We can tell your parents you stayed back for extra coaching, and I can drop you home when we're finished" he replied.

They shot some more pictures that afternoon, and made arrangements to go shopping for more costumes for Bobbie and possibly some other little girls she promised to introduce. By the end of the session, Bobbie was horny and wanted to fuck him again, but Pete told her to wait because he didn't want her "walking funny" when she went home to her parents. He did let her rub her pussy to orgasm while he took pictures, then he let her suck his cock and swallow another load of his cum. He then told Bobbie to change into her normal clothes again, and dropped her home, knowing he would never look at his school pupil the same way again.

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