Anne the teenage Slut
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Hi. Let me introduce myself. My name is Louise and I am sixteen years old. I am about five-and-a-half-foot tall, slim, with lots of dark hair and hazel eyes. I look a bit like Christina Ricci, I've been told. I have quite pouty lips. I used to hate my lips but have since learned that they have their uses.
I live in a commuter village to the south of the Midlands, here in the UK. I am an only child, and my dad is a very successful businessman. He works away for weeks at a time. Mum works part-time at an office in town, so most days I get home to an empty house.
Well, not exactly empty. Dad employs an old friend of his called Paul to do odd jobs around the house, and help out with some office admin. He has an office near the garages. He has also been fucking me for nearly two months.
He noticed that I came home alone every day from school and started chatting to me. With a dad working away, and a mother too busy with her social world, I lapped up the attention. Within weeks, our friendly chats quickly turned into flirting. I used to love the way he looked me up and down when he talked to me. He used to joke that I wouldn't know what to do with a hard cock if I had one in front of me. I said I would. So he called my bluff and got his cock out.
I looked at it, stunned.
"Go ahead, touch it," he said.
I reached out and gently ran a finger along it. He moaned aloud. I guessed I was doing all right, so I began to gently stroke up and down with my fingers, and was rewarded with more moaning.
"Fuck, you’re a little prick tease aren't you?" he gasped.
I smiled at him. For months, since we started chatting, I had been researching sex on the internet. That's what my mum says the internet is for – education. So I knew the theory of wanking a man. I just had to put it into practice. I tried to get my other hand onto his balls but his jeans were in the way.
He quickly stood up and his jeans fell to his ankles. I kneeled in front of him, really getting into wanking his cock while stroking his balls. I was looking at the tip, watching the pre-cum leak out, and so wanted to kiss the tip, but was too shy.
"Oh, you little fuck princess! Keep going and I'm going to come all over your pretty little fucking face," he moaned.
That sounded like a promise, so I speeded up my efforts and looked up at him.
"Please cum on my face," I said, and within seconds he roared like an animal as the first jet hit me on the cheek. Shocked, I fell back, letting go of his cock. He quickly took over and continued to pump blast after blast of hot cum over my face, in my hair and over my school blouse. One shot even went straight in my mouth!
Eventually, he finished. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. I had never been kissed like it before. It was rough and hard, and his tongue thrust deep into my mouth. I was turned on before, but this got my cunt fizzing. I love that word – cunt. I put my tongue in his mouth, and he sucked it so hard it actually hurt.
"Ow!" I said, pulling away. This seemed to break the spell.
"You best go get cleaned up before your mum gets home," he said.
I quickly picked up my bag and ran back to the house and up to my room. I threw myself on my bed, skirt up, tights down, and quickly finger fucked myself to a screaming orgasm.
Paul and I avoided each other for the next few weeks, but I was desperate for more cock. Eventually, I plucked up the courage to knock on the office door. We looked at each other, and without speaking Paul just unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Never breaking gaze, I dropped to my knees and started to wank his rapidly hardening cock.
"Yes, Lu, I've wanted you to come round ever since then. I love your little hands on my cock."
I decided to treat him, so with my spare hand I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my bare chest. I had removed my bra just before I left school. I only had tiny 30A tits then, but he seemed to like them.
"Oh, you sexy little fuck. You want me to cum over your little tits, don't you? Make you look like a little whore?"
"Oh god, yes please," I gasped. "Use me as your slutty girlfriend!"
With that, he took his cock in his own hands and very quickly tossed himself off onto my upthrust little chest. It went everywhere! He saved the last few drops to wipe across my face. I opened my lips, and the tip of his cock slipped inside my mouth. I sucked gently.
"Oh fuck, Lu, I have thought for weeks you had perfect cocksucking lips, and I wasn't fucking wrong! Suck my cock, you dirty little bitch! Make me cum with your mouth!"
Again, thanks to Professor Google, I knew an awful lot about sucking cock. I had practiced lots with my hairbrush handle, bananas and courgettes. I could touch the back of my throat without retching.
I slowly took first two, then three and then four inches in my mouth, using my lips to close down on his cock. While it was in my mouth, I used my tongue to stroke the underside of his cock.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, you horny little fuck! Where did you learn to suck cock like that? Look in my eyes while you suck me, honey. It makes you look so fucking sexy!"
He moaned and slowly began to move his cock backwards and forwards, fucking my mouth. I put one hand on my still-sticky tits, and the other slipped up my skirt and into my knickers. Paul grabbed handfuls of my hair and began sliding my head back and forth. This, together with my own hands, was turning me on incredibly.
"Are you fingering your cunt, you fucking slut? Now I'm gonna pump my fucking cum right down your fucking throat, you little cum-dump!"
True to his word, he held my head quite tight, put his cock quite deep in my mouth, and with a few brief thrusts, began to cum in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but still, some came out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin.
Feeling it there pushed me over the edge, and as Paul took his cock out of my mouth, I took a huge breath, fell to my hands and knees and grunted long and loud as a massive orgasm tore through my little cunt.
After we had both recovered, Paul apologised for being rude and a bit rough. I blushed and told him I liked it. I liked feeling like a sex toy. He just smiled and told me to go get cleaned up.
A few days later I came home from school and Paul beckoned me into his office.
"I brought you this," he said, giving me a small bag. It contained a dark, ruby-red metallic lip gloss.
"I want you to suck me wearing this," he said. "Lots of it, and only this."
I smiled and went into his small bathroom. I quickly stripped naked and began putting on lip gloss. I had a few of my own but in girly pinks and peaches. I coated my lips. I looked amazing. I put on another coat, and I could feel my lips swelling with arousal. One more coat? I thought. Fuck it, why not.
I went back into the office. Paul had also stripped naked. His body was amazing. He was forty-three years old, had spent twelve years in the Army, and had no fat on him from lots of running. A few tattoos completed his sexiness.
"Oh, you filthy little whore. Get over here and get my cock in your posh slutty mouth."
I smiled lightly, then pouted and walked across. He was leaning on the edge of his desk. I dropped to my knees, looked him in the eye, and kissed his cock, slowly and wetly. I then gave him an extremely wet and sloppy blowjob, spitting on his cock, occasionally closing my eyes.
"Oh my god, you were fucking born to suck cock, you little cunt," he moaned. "I'm going to fuck your pretty teenage face!"
He held my head with both hands and literally began to fuck my mouth like a cunt. I opened my mouth a little to help me breathe, and his pumping cock made a gargling sound in my mouth.
"You want my spunk in your fucking mouth, don't you, filthy little whore? Say it!"
All his filthy talk was turning me on incredibly. At home, the occasional “bloody” was as far as swearing went. I realised that I was born to be a filthy, foulmouthed, cock-sucking little slut.
I took his wet slippery cock in my hands and told him what I wanted.
"Please use me as a fuck-toy. I want you to fuck me and make me suck you at every fucking opportunity. I want you to dress me like a fucking whore and cover me in your cum. I want you to fuck me in your car, in car parks, take me dogging, let your friends fuck me for money. I want you to own me."
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Get back on my cock while I think about what to do," he said.
I lifted my ass up so he could more easily fuck my mouth. He grabbed my thick hair with both hands and roughly fucked my face, grunting while he did. My hard work was rewarded by several blasts of cum deep in my throat.
He then lifted me up and pushed me back onto his desk. His hands quickly went to my tiny tits, followed by his mouth. He sucked and pulled each nipple with his teeth, causing me to gasp. While doing that, he stuck a finger in my pussy. I had taken my cherry with my hairbrush and regularly fucked myself with it, and since I was so turned on, I took his finger easily. He lifted my knees and looked at my cunt stuffed with his big finger. There I was, naked, sparsely haired pussy on show, lips covered with hot make-up, looking like a young slut.
He took his finger out and slipped it in his mouth. My disappointment was replaced by shock when he put his mouth on my pussy. He ran his tongue along my slit then thrust it into my cunt. I grabbed the back of his head and let forth a stream of obscenities. I don't know if I had multiple orgasms or one long amazing one, but I made a mental note to have Paul eat my cunt as often as I sucked his cock.
Just as I thought it could get no better, he lifted his face, looked in my eyes and rubbed his now-hard cock across my cunt.
I looked up and said, "Please fuck me. I want my first time to be with a dirty old man who uses me like a slut!"
He ever so slowly slipped his cock into me. And pushed. And pushed. I looked down and saw his cock disappearing. I swear I could see it bulging in my lower belly. I could still see traces of lipstick smeared on his cock. Finally, he could go no further. Slowly at first, he began to slide in and out. I was in heaven. I thrashed my head from side to side, saying over and over, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
Paul later said I was incredibly tight, and he would normally have lasted about ten seconds, but having just cum down my throat, he lasted almost a minute. I had my feet on his shoulders. He had his hands on my tiny tits. He squeezed them, using them as handles to gain purchase as his fucking increased in tempo and enthusiasm. He threw his head back and roared as he came deep inside me. This gave me one last orgasm, possibly the biggest.
He slumped down on me, exhausted. I started to cry.
Scared, he asked if I was okay. I told him I was fine, and that it was the best time I ever had, and could we do it again. He laughed and said of course.
The next day, I went to the chemist and got the morning-after pill. My periods had started a few months earlier, and I didn't want a baby just yet.
The next few days I moaned to my mum that my periods were really heavy and painful, so she took me to the doctor who put me on the pill. My mum joked to me that this didn't mean I could have a boyfriend now.
I pulled a face and said, "Ewww, Mum!"
She still thought I was the pony-riding, church-choir-singing little girl of old.
Over the next few weeks, Paul and I developed a routine. If he was at work, he would wait for me by the garage. If Mum was at work, I would give him a quick blowjob, usually with a bit of lip gloss on, and he would cum in my mouth. Then he would flip my skirt up and either lick or finger me to orgasm.
If Mum was out he would invite me in for an hour of sex. Well, fucking.
After another quick blowjob, he would either get me naked or dress me up in stuff he brought over. He loved me dressing as a chavvy slut. Loads of slutty make-up, clip-on hoops (no pierced ears for me), crop tops, short jackets, short skirts, tight shorts, tights, long stockings, heeled boots. By the time I had that on, and he was naked, I was so turned on and wet his cock slid into me easily. He usually fucked me on my back or on all fours. I went on top, but couldn't go fast enough to satisfy my rough lover.
After fucking me for an hour, I would leave, usually with his cum dripping off or out of me, naked, carrying my school stuff in a bag. He loved me walking off like that.
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