Bred by My Art Teacher - book 2 in the Schoolgirl series released

When Jenny and her friends form a secret club to lose their virginity, she has no idea what she is getting herself into. But when a visiting famous European painter makes her be the class's nude model, the teenage virgin at St. Anne's girls' prep school begins to discover what her young, fertile body is capable of. As the teacher's demands become dirtier, and their pre-modeling sessions grow hotter, it becomes clear that the sexy older man has more than teaching classes on his mind. Will Jenny be able to resist the artist's desires to fill her young, virgin womb with his seed, or will her loss of innocence become his new subject?

Warning: this 11,100-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl’s loss of innocence, exhibitionism as a nude model, first time oral sex, reluctantly dirtier shows, virgin defloration and breeding, and one tiny young teenager who finds out what it means to be a famous painter's erotic muse. Adults only!
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Free excerpt:

I blushed, unsure what to say. If it hadn’t been for those smoldering eyes I would have assumed he was mocking me. No one had ever called me “beautiful” before—well, not like that, anyway. And yet, something about the way he drank me in with his eyes, the way his hands moved across me as though appraising every detail of a finely carved statue, made me wonder if there was something I just couldn’t see for myself when I looked in the mirror.

“You’re important to this class, Jenny.” The way he pronounced my name made me shiver, the sound rolling off his tongue like liquid chocolate, smooth and sensual. “This is more than just figure drawing. These are advanced students and we aim to capture something obvious but elusive. Something 
that you pour forth in your every movement.”

I had to admit that I hadn’t looked what class he was asking me to model for. All I knew was that it was at the boy’s school across town and that he was asking me to take my clothes off. What they were studying hardly seemed important.

“Sorry, Mr. Laurent, I guess I didn’t...um...read that part of the waiver.”

He raised his eyebrows fractionally, his hands pausing briefly on my small hips. Looking down into my eyes, he moved closer until I could feel the heat of his body through his crisp white shirt. I felt one hand slide lower across my stomach and I sucked in my breath...