Schoolgirl prostitute

When I was in high school my tits were already D cup, so I was considerably bigger than every other girl in school. This got me attention from the boys, but the girls didn’t like it at all.

Even then, though, I already enjoyed the male attention. I guess it was the beginning of my journey to slut-dom, fucking every cock I can find and posting my nude photos and sex videos online, especially now I’m 34E.

One spring day, a boy I knew a bit came up to me behind the shelter sheds at lunchtime and started talking to me. I used to hang around there because it was a bit out of the way and allowed me to get away from the hustle of the schoolyard. He was a bit nervous and suddenly he blurted out: “If you let me feel your tits I’ll give you a dollar.”

I was shocked because I was from a catholic family background, but there was this strange buzzing in my ears and my throat constricted. Almost disembodied I heard myself say “Okay” and held my hand out for the coin. He hurriedly handed me the dollar and proceeded to grope my tits through my white school shirt.

I was about to say, “hang on, I’ll lift my shirt up”, when he muttered a quick “thanks” and ran off.

I was stunned, almost disbelieving at what had just happened, but then I looked down and saw the dollar in my hand.

The next day I was in virtually the same spot when a couple of boys came up. “We hear you let boys feel your tits for a dollar,” they said. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. They each handed me a gold coin and one reached towards me. I held up my hand and they pulled back, confused, but then I lifted my shirt to reveal a thin bra that hardly held my boobs in. Looking back, I realise I unconsciously chose that bra believing (hoping?) that the boys would be asking to feel my tits.

They crowded around me and the first one started fondling my tits. I could feel his hands trying to envelope my already sizeable tits, running his fingers around underneath them and coming over the top, trying to find a nipple.

The second guy was getting impatient. “My turn,” he said and started reaching for me.

I pulled down my shirt. “One at a time, or they get put away,” I scolded them.

Sheepishly they dropped their hands. “Sorry,” they muttered.” The second guy had his minute of feeling my tits and they ran off.

That’s how it began…

Wasn’t long before word got around and over the next couple of days I had a dozen boys pay me to let them feel my tits.

They all tried to hold my big woman tits in their little boy hands, their excitement spilling over as they pawed at me through that thin cotton bra.

By the third day I had a lineup of boys back there, and kids walking around were starting to notice.