Tales of the Naughty Vixen
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I think I have flashed my tits more than I have not. I do it because I know the reaction of men looking at me, they want to fuck me and that's why I do it, because as a human being, I am sexual and enjoy having sex with men and women.
We are all born with this built in need to procreate, it's what makes us horny every time our egg descends from our ovaries into our Fallopian tubes, and that urge for sperm to fertilise, lasts for four to five days on average, and what we get up to during those days, are what makes us different.
I was on the birth pill at thirteen, and that's when I remember becoming aware of my breasts, my uncle touched me there, whenever we were alone, and for letting him do it, he gave me pocket money and there were times I forced myself onto him, because earning money to buy stuff, was my main pleasure, well it was, until I started sucking his cock and developed a taste for semen and we talked, we did so in coded silence whenever mother was around, substituting cum for come, we knew the difference but mother never twigged, or even imagined for a moment, that her older brother was fucking all my holes and with such unbridled passion.
With my intro and hymen, now long gone, I advanced into adulthood, with a small dilemma to negotiate, why was I selling myself. I am being honest when I admit to enjoying being with men for sex in my mid-teens, but I was charging for my services, in such a way it became second nature, to continue with pretending to be a confused virginal teenage girl, willing to be seduced for the right price, I would dress and give off signals to men looking at me, that for the right price, they could have their fantasies realised, anywhere and on any part of my young body.
Today every pervert is just a few clicks away from a girl willing to express her sexuality for nothing more than seeing a guy cum for her, as a marker that she can do it.
Back then, there was no internet just bus stops and leering older men trying to smell your hair, or catch a whiff of your body odour, better still, if you were due your periods, you were more up for it, and willing let them touch you, for a wank or blow job ending.
1)My first ventures in Sexual expression
I remember once my mother, slightly drunkenly whispering to me, that a certain neighbour was a perv, who liked to steal girls knickers from the washing line.
I went with another girl to where he lived and sat on the stone stairway flashing ours whenever he made an appearance. He paid us £10 each to take ours off and hand them to him, but he had to wank himself for us so we could see him cumming.
He managed to hit us from three feet away as we both sat with our open crotches, exposing ourselves by pulling our labia apart, as he stared bug eyed panting and fisting his cock like crazy.
His place became out sexual retreat, where we held parties and where every law was broken, by us and our friends, drinking and smoking, popping pills and of course fucking, where we just let it happen and he shagged all of us, eight girls in total and all of us under the age of consent, but so horny to have it.
Being on the game, regardless of whether for money or thrills, you get to see and experience stuff you might otherwise think crazy, there is sex out there that people experience, that just blows your mind, and it did mine as it influenced my job career to allow me to explore my sexuality and most of it was more erotic than just feeling a cock moving inside your body, that's just good sex, great sex is in the head and the long lead in that puts you on edge for the cock, before it penetrates, you are already cumming.
I went to a hotel to meet a client and was offered a nights entertainment at a dog show, which as it turned out, was not at Crufts, it was at a farm, with kennels and a string of women, all high on d**gs, crawling around on all fours being knotted and scratched, was I shocked, yes I was, because this shit I had only heard about, so little in fact, it was a rarity and yet here is was happening with lots of women queuing up for a go.
I did not partake, but I let a man who stood behind me, rub his cock between my legs as we all cheered on the brave women, being fucked doggy style, while other men seeing my openness, felt my tits and fingered my pussy.
I put the new experience down to eroticism, a massive turn on to watch and being so openly and sexually used, I was actually and in all probability, just one step away from falling onto my knees and letting Fido mount me, I could really appreciate why they let themselves just do it, it was so fucking hot.
2) The thrill of watching Family Sex
My cousin Sara phoned to ask me if her daughter Rachel could come stay with me, as she was going to University and needed to find a place to stay. I agreed, as Sara knew I was using my place for customers, and Rachel staying with me was out of the question and i would have the week off the week she came to stay.
I had not seen her since she was a little girl of eight, and now here she was ten years later, very much the woman and that first night I took her out, I discovered Rachel had an eye for the men and popping pills to relax her instilled mental chastity belt.
We got back in the early hours and I just threw a duvet on her prostrate body, as she passed out and was completely dead to the living world.
The following morning I got an unexpected phone call from a man wanting to meet me for sex. I tried to explain I was having this week off because I had my niece over, but that just made him offer me ridiculous amounts of money, providing she was there and and he could enjoy fucking me whilst looking at her.
Rachel's passing out was my cue, in such a state, she would be oblivious and I would be hundreds up for my effort, but more importantly, it was the i*****lity of it all that rocked my boat, I was wet for most of the day trying to manipulate how I was going to carry it off, that is until Rachel, fortuitously asked me about my prostitution and how much I earned.
My little cousin twice removed had known about me and lifestyle and as keen to get into it, it appeared she and I have shared genes, so I told her about my client coming that night and she immediately asked to be in on it, she did not want money, just the experience and she was willing to do the fucking, so I agreed, but she had to take the same d**gs as before, because I wanted her to be helpless and I wanted the client to **** her in that state.
He was an older and refined gentleman as they liked to be refereed to as, but in reality, they were perverts of the lowest kind when it came to women.
Rachel slowly drifted into her stupor while I controlled his movement with her, until she was naked and he was licking her naked body and I masturbated myself, telling him what to do next, while she just moaned and and giggled, the way inexperienced girl do, even as he struggled to fuck her anally, all lubricated to slide in, but not hard enough to penetrate her tightness, I just blew him as he held her leg high with his cock in my mouth and the back of my head, where her ass-hole was.
The next morning as we sat drinking coffee, Rachel and I became sole buddies, and lovers, after telling her everything, we could only go back to my bed and enjoy our bodies.
One week later, Rachel went home having earned nearly £2000 pound fucking men with me at £500 pounds a pop, her age, our relationship, and out beauty had them lining the streets for our favours, and yes she also managed to find a place to stay, it just happened to be with me.
3.) Dept Paid and Cuckoldry (I can't tell the difference)
I married a man that my family rejected. To be honest, he had a bad reputation, the sort of stuff, outsiders can see, where love is blind, and all that stuff.
To be honest, because I felt the way I did, I thought his bad reputation was more of my doing and my immediate family never knew the true extent of my own involvement, and I took pity on him, thinking he was taking a hit for me, when in reality, they were right and I was wrong.
We were living a really threadbare existence, spending too much and in dept before the next wage packet. We were out one night drowning our sorrows and met this really flashy guy, he had been staring at me all night and towards the end of the evening, sent over a couple of drinks and my husband invited him over.
We were tipsy and a bit loose mouthed, unloading on our financial woes when he offered me a part time job that was reasonable for a nights hosting at a club and I could keep the tips, the size of which were dependant upon my hostess work.
I know you guys out there reading this will think, "Oh Yeah, lap dances and blowjobs", but I was ignorant to this just being eighteen, I was just clearing glasses and talking friendly with the men who were all members.
I had been working for a month when my husband began to question what it was I did and did I interact with the punters.
We were lying in bed and I explained all I did was chat and be friendly with all sorts of men, men who were lonely and if they liked what they saw in me, all I had to do was talk and suggest he buy me a drink, but never lead him on, just be nice and appreciative.
If anything untoward happened, there were men there to protect me, and I got paid £60 a night, all under the table.
By then I knew some of the girls were doing stuff with the men at the tables, like giving them a sly hand job, or letting them touch them and taking home double what I was taking.
I told my husband this, but promised him I never did that sort of stuff, because I was married, but then he was on top of me and really having sex like I never experienced in a while, thrusting into me and telling me I liked to be with these perverted men who just wanted to fuck me.
After a few first morning of this it suddenly twigged, he was enjoying our sex because in his head I was with other men, so I began to play along with his fantasy and start to make up stories about men making advances on me and flashing their privates at me and offering me money to do stuff.
Somewhere along the way I just got caught up in the fantasy and I found myself getting really turned on by it, living the part of being that sort of woman and feeling my husbands fire and passionate sex.
By then I was a regular at the club, pulling off five and six night a week, but still only £60 a night. One day I came home and there had been a parcel delivery for me and when I opened it, it was full of sexy lingerie, I mean stuff that made me blush, my husband had ordered it online, "We can't afford this", I protested, but he said, "You wear it, let those old men see you in it, and double your money".
I was taken aback, flabbergasted, my husband was suggesting I get a bit more personal with the men, and I sat in stoned silence string at all this, trying to imagine myself in it and being with some of the men I now knew on a friendly basis, what would they think of me?
I looked at my husband and immediately saw his excitement, it was hard not to see it bulging in his pants, "How far do you want me to go with them", I asked, hearing my own voice say those words and yet disbelieving I was saying them?
"This lot was £180, see if you can recuperate the cost and tell me about it", was all he suggested, by then he was on top of me practically r*ping me with such force, the thought we were taking this to the next level was too much for him that I suppressed the need to ask him once the passion subsided.
I was enjoying the sex and the passion, and did not want to put a damper on it, so after showering I put on the sexy lingerie, and asked my husband if he thought the old men would like to look at me like this?
He was speechless.
Six weeks into the job and I knew now the price range, which was flexible due to age and beauty, I was as yet an untapped resource and certain men were off limits to certain girls, who adopted them and loved them like a second lover.
I had lots of admirers but still in a hands off mode, tonight I wanted to change that mode of operation and try to have a little extra marital fun, but determined to do it clandestine, before plucking up the courage to tell my husband I was now fucking other men for money.
I could feel my body under the short dress I wore. I was self conscious of the stockings and garter belt I was wearing, I felt like a trussed up turkey and my small thong like panties, made me feel exposed and naked, but as I circulated and hearing my name spoken with a different tone because of how I looked, I found myself warming to their innuendos and complimentary remarks.
There was one older guy I had a drink with, he knew my father way back during his shipbuilding days when I was just a small girl and we chatted and he remarked how suddenly different I looked to him, he took hold of my hand and have it a squeeze and I reciprocated and saw his eyes drop down the my long thighs, "I love girls who wear stockings", he said, his voice sounded distant and different, "Even your friends daughters", I retorted, I don't know why I uttered those words, but no sooner had I said it, than I realised, I was negotiating terms, we were looking into each others eyes, his face was a blank, it was up to me now, so I asked him, "Would he like to see more"?
I knew the drill by then and as we made our way down to the toilets my heart was pounding and my stomach tight with anticipation, but most of all, I was really enjoying the fact I was going with this old man to be touched, and the girl fantasy of doing it in a man's toilet, well, what can I say, I liked the thought, being used like a condom as men were pissing around me, it was like an awakening of a sleeping slut in me, and now, after tonight, when I spoke of it to my husband, even just to excite him, I would for the first time be telling it like it really happened.
We came to the toilet and I just boldly pushed in, neither looking left or right, I saw and heard men around us as we went to the stalls, two rows of five facing each other, each with a sign on the door, which you turned to "Occupied", meaning just that, with the familiar sounds of sex emanating from a few as we passed them.
I choose one from the end, went in and turned to face the man my daddy knew and kissed him like a hungry bitch, it had been building up as we went down and now I was almost wetting myself as we both fell against the door and started groping each other and I pushed and suddenly found myself holding his cock against my naked midriff with our tongues in each others mouths.
I heard him mutter, under his breath, "Jesus fucking Christ", and my skin felt the warmth of his ejaculate, as he humped against me, as my tight grip choked his cock.
Suddenly, I felt the loss, I realised I was up for it, I wanted to have a good fuck, and now I was left with a warm deposit of fresh semen on my stomach, but it was a step in the right direction, and as we pulled apart he was apologising, as I reached for the paper roll and wiped myself.
He pressed the money into my hand, excused himself and left, probably ashamed he never 'manned up' and gave me a good stiff one, but WFT, I got paid.
I opened the door and prepared myself for the "Run of shame", through the toilet, but as i emerged, my way was blocked by another man, holding money in his hand, and his cock in the other one, wanking himself in anticipation. I saw his mouth moving, but never heard his words, and I guessed he was asking me to let him use me, as I just seemed to back up a little and let him pass me, taking the grubby pound notes he offered me.
I was wet between the legs, lubricated and my hole was ready, as I pushed between him and toilet seat and pushed my pants and knickers down, to bare my ass and pussy and feel his erection do what the first one failed to do.
I gasped, as he slid all the way inside me, I could feel his pubic hair rub and grind against my bare ass and I reached behind until I held him and forced myself back into him, as we grunted like a pair of pigs, a boar fucking a sow, my vaginal muscles gripping him for dear life itself, oh the joy, the fucking pleasure of being fucked, and I was really up for it.
I never realised just how much noise I was making, or how many men were standing there watching me in my most intimate of moments, how can a copulating sow not forgive the voyeurs who felt it right to touch her, wank off onto her, tug, pull, and teak her rubbery nipples or shove fingers up her pussy with the cock already tightly fitting inside her or pry open her anus, my holes belonged to the men in that toilet, and when they came to get me at eleven 'O'clock, still in the same cubical, naked and covered in cum, I still walked out head high, even though my holes all hurt.
Am I stirring your juices with the sort of sex that turns you on, let me know or just say Hi, in the comments, I love to hear your views after you have your wank of course. Love Frida
We are all born with this built in need to procreate, it's what makes us horny every time our egg descends from our ovaries into our Fallopian tubes, and that urge for sperm to fertilise, lasts for four to five days on average, and what we get up to during those days, are what makes us different.
I was on the birth pill at thirteen, and that's when I remember becoming aware of my breasts, my uncle touched me there, whenever we were alone, and for letting him do it, he gave me pocket money and there were times I forced myself onto him, because earning money to buy stuff, was my main pleasure, well it was, until I started sucking his cock and developed a taste for semen and we talked, we did so in coded silence whenever mother was around, substituting cum for come, we knew the difference but mother never twigged, or even imagined for a moment, that her older brother was fucking all my holes and with such unbridled passion.
With my intro and hymen, now long gone, I advanced into adulthood, with a small dilemma to negotiate, why was I selling myself. I am being honest when I admit to enjoying being with men for sex in my mid-teens, but I was charging for my services, in such a way it became second nature, to continue with pretending to be a confused virginal teenage girl, willing to be seduced for the right price, I would dress and give off signals to men looking at me, that for the right price, they could have their fantasies realised, anywhere and on any part of my young body.
Today every pervert is just a few clicks away from a girl willing to express her sexuality for nothing more than seeing a guy cum for her, as a marker that she can do it.
Back then, there was no internet just bus stops and leering older men trying to smell your hair, or catch a whiff of your body odour, better still, if you were due your periods, you were more up for it, and willing let them touch you, for a wank or blow job ending.
1)My first ventures in Sexual expression
I remember once my mother, slightly drunkenly whispering to me, that a certain neighbour was a perv, who liked to steal girls knickers from the washing line.
I went with another girl to where he lived and sat on the stone stairway flashing ours whenever he made an appearance. He paid us £10 each to take ours off and hand them to him, but he had to wank himself for us so we could see him cumming.
He managed to hit us from three feet away as we both sat with our open crotches, exposing ourselves by pulling our labia apart, as he stared bug eyed panting and fisting his cock like crazy.
His place became out sexual retreat, where we held parties and where every law was broken, by us and our friends, drinking and smoking, popping pills and of course fucking, where we just let it happen and he shagged all of us, eight girls in total and all of us under the age of consent, but so horny to have it.
Being on the game, regardless of whether for money or thrills, you get to see and experience stuff you might otherwise think crazy, there is sex out there that people experience, that just blows your mind, and it did mine as it influenced my job career to allow me to explore my sexuality and most of it was more erotic than just feeling a cock moving inside your body, that's just good sex, great sex is in the head and the long lead in that puts you on edge for the cock, before it penetrates, you are already cumming.
I went to a hotel to meet a client and was offered a nights entertainment at a dog show, which as it turned out, was not at Crufts, it was at a farm, with kennels and a string of women, all high on d**gs, crawling around on all fours being knotted and scratched, was I shocked, yes I was, because this shit I had only heard about, so little in fact, it was a rarity and yet here is was happening with lots of women queuing up for a go.
I did not partake, but I let a man who stood behind me, rub his cock between my legs as we all cheered on the brave women, being fucked doggy style, while other men seeing my openness, felt my tits and fingered my pussy.
I put the new experience down to eroticism, a massive turn on to watch and being so openly and sexually used, I was actually and in all probability, just one step away from falling onto my knees and letting Fido mount me, I could really appreciate why they let themselves just do it, it was so fucking hot.
2) The thrill of watching Family Sex
My cousin Sara phoned to ask me if her daughter Rachel could come stay with me, as she was going to University and needed to find a place to stay. I agreed, as Sara knew I was using my place for customers, and Rachel staying with me was out of the question and i would have the week off the week she came to stay.
I had not seen her since she was a little girl of eight, and now here she was ten years later, very much the woman and that first night I took her out, I discovered Rachel had an eye for the men and popping pills to relax her instilled mental chastity belt.
We got back in the early hours and I just threw a duvet on her prostrate body, as she passed out and was completely dead to the living world.
The following morning I got an unexpected phone call from a man wanting to meet me for sex. I tried to explain I was having this week off because I had my niece over, but that just made him offer me ridiculous amounts of money, providing she was there and and he could enjoy fucking me whilst looking at her.
Rachel's passing out was my cue, in such a state, she would be oblivious and I would be hundreds up for my effort, but more importantly, it was the i*****lity of it all that rocked my boat, I was wet for most of the day trying to manipulate how I was going to carry it off, that is until Rachel, fortuitously asked me about my prostitution and how much I earned.
My little cousin twice removed had known about me and lifestyle and as keen to get into it, it appeared she and I have shared genes, so I told her about my client coming that night and she immediately asked to be in on it, she did not want money, just the experience and she was willing to do the fucking, so I agreed, but she had to take the same d**gs as before, because I wanted her to be helpless and I wanted the client to **** her in that state.
He was an older and refined gentleman as they liked to be refereed to as, but in reality, they were perverts of the lowest kind when it came to women.
Rachel slowly drifted into her stupor while I controlled his movement with her, until she was naked and he was licking her naked body and I masturbated myself, telling him what to do next, while she just moaned and and giggled, the way inexperienced girl do, even as he struggled to fuck her anally, all lubricated to slide in, but not hard enough to penetrate her tightness, I just blew him as he held her leg high with his cock in my mouth and the back of my head, where her ass-hole was.
The next morning as we sat drinking coffee, Rachel and I became sole buddies, and lovers, after telling her everything, we could only go back to my bed and enjoy our bodies.
One week later, Rachel went home having earned nearly £2000 pound fucking men with me at £500 pounds a pop, her age, our relationship, and out beauty had them lining the streets for our favours, and yes she also managed to find a place to stay, it just happened to be with me.
3.) Dept Paid and Cuckoldry (I can't tell the difference)
I married a man that my family rejected. To be honest, he had a bad reputation, the sort of stuff, outsiders can see, where love is blind, and all that stuff.
To be honest, because I felt the way I did, I thought his bad reputation was more of my doing and my immediate family never knew the true extent of my own involvement, and I took pity on him, thinking he was taking a hit for me, when in reality, they were right and I was wrong.
We were living a really threadbare existence, spending too much and in dept before the next wage packet. We were out one night drowning our sorrows and met this really flashy guy, he had been staring at me all night and towards the end of the evening, sent over a couple of drinks and my husband invited him over.
We were tipsy and a bit loose mouthed, unloading on our financial woes when he offered me a part time job that was reasonable for a nights hosting at a club and I could keep the tips, the size of which were dependant upon my hostess work.
I know you guys out there reading this will think, "Oh Yeah, lap dances and blowjobs", but I was ignorant to this just being eighteen, I was just clearing glasses and talking friendly with the men who were all members.
I had been working for a month when my husband began to question what it was I did and did I interact with the punters.
We were lying in bed and I explained all I did was chat and be friendly with all sorts of men, men who were lonely and if they liked what they saw in me, all I had to do was talk and suggest he buy me a drink, but never lead him on, just be nice and appreciative.
If anything untoward happened, there were men there to protect me, and I got paid £60 a night, all under the table.
By then I knew some of the girls were doing stuff with the men at the tables, like giving them a sly hand job, or letting them touch them and taking home double what I was taking.
I told my husband this, but promised him I never did that sort of stuff, because I was married, but then he was on top of me and really having sex like I never experienced in a while, thrusting into me and telling me I liked to be with these perverted men who just wanted to fuck me.
After a few first morning of this it suddenly twigged, he was enjoying our sex because in his head I was with other men, so I began to play along with his fantasy and start to make up stories about men making advances on me and flashing their privates at me and offering me money to do stuff.
Somewhere along the way I just got caught up in the fantasy and I found myself getting really turned on by it, living the part of being that sort of woman and feeling my husbands fire and passionate sex.
By then I was a regular at the club, pulling off five and six night a week, but still only £60 a night. One day I came home and there had been a parcel delivery for me and when I opened it, it was full of sexy lingerie, I mean stuff that made me blush, my husband had ordered it online, "We can't afford this", I protested, but he said, "You wear it, let those old men see you in it, and double your money".
I was taken aback, flabbergasted, my husband was suggesting I get a bit more personal with the men, and I sat in stoned silence string at all this, trying to imagine myself in it and being with some of the men I now knew on a friendly basis, what would they think of me?
I looked at my husband and immediately saw his excitement, it was hard not to see it bulging in his pants, "How far do you want me to go with them", I asked, hearing my own voice say those words and yet disbelieving I was saying them?
"This lot was £180, see if you can recuperate the cost and tell me about it", was all he suggested, by then he was on top of me practically r*ping me with such force, the thought we were taking this to the next level was too much for him that I suppressed the need to ask him once the passion subsided.
I was enjoying the sex and the passion, and did not want to put a damper on it, so after showering I put on the sexy lingerie, and asked my husband if he thought the old men would like to look at me like this?
He was speechless.
Six weeks into the job and I knew now the price range, which was flexible due to age and beauty, I was as yet an untapped resource and certain men were off limits to certain girls, who adopted them and loved them like a second lover.
I had lots of admirers but still in a hands off mode, tonight I wanted to change that mode of operation and try to have a little extra marital fun, but determined to do it clandestine, before plucking up the courage to tell my husband I was now fucking other men for money.
I could feel my body under the short dress I wore. I was self conscious of the stockings and garter belt I was wearing, I felt like a trussed up turkey and my small thong like panties, made me feel exposed and naked, but as I circulated and hearing my name spoken with a different tone because of how I looked, I found myself warming to their innuendos and complimentary remarks.
There was one older guy I had a drink with, he knew my father way back during his shipbuilding days when I was just a small girl and we chatted and he remarked how suddenly different I looked to him, he took hold of my hand and have it a squeeze and I reciprocated and saw his eyes drop down the my long thighs, "I love girls who wear stockings", he said, his voice sounded distant and different, "Even your friends daughters", I retorted, I don't know why I uttered those words, but no sooner had I said it, than I realised, I was negotiating terms, we were looking into each others eyes, his face was a blank, it was up to me now, so I asked him, "Would he like to see more"?
I knew the drill by then and as we made our way down to the toilets my heart was pounding and my stomach tight with anticipation, but most of all, I was really enjoying the fact I was going with this old man to be touched, and the girl fantasy of doing it in a man's toilet, well, what can I say, I liked the thought, being used like a condom as men were pissing around me, it was like an awakening of a sleeping slut in me, and now, after tonight, when I spoke of it to my husband, even just to excite him, I would for the first time be telling it like it really happened.
We came to the toilet and I just boldly pushed in, neither looking left or right, I saw and heard men around us as we went to the stalls, two rows of five facing each other, each with a sign on the door, which you turned to "Occupied", meaning just that, with the familiar sounds of sex emanating from a few as we passed them.
I choose one from the end, went in and turned to face the man my daddy knew and kissed him like a hungry bitch, it had been building up as we went down and now I was almost wetting myself as we both fell against the door and started groping each other and I pushed and suddenly found myself holding his cock against my naked midriff with our tongues in each others mouths.
I heard him mutter, under his breath, "Jesus fucking Christ", and my skin felt the warmth of his ejaculate, as he humped against me, as my tight grip choked his cock.
Suddenly, I felt the loss, I realised I was up for it, I wanted to have a good fuck, and now I was left with a warm deposit of fresh semen on my stomach, but it was a step in the right direction, and as we pulled apart he was apologising, as I reached for the paper roll and wiped myself.
He pressed the money into my hand, excused himself and left, probably ashamed he never 'manned up' and gave me a good stiff one, but WFT, I got paid.
I opened the door and prepared myself for the "Run of shame", through the toilet, but as i emerged, my way was blocked by another man, holding money in his hand, and his cock in the other one, wanking himself in anticipation. I saw his mouth moving, but never heard his words, and I guessed he was asking me to let him use me, as I just seemed to back up a little and let him pass me, taking the grubby pound notes he offered me.
I was wet between the legs, lubricated and my hole was ready, as I pushed between him and toilet seat and pushed my pants and knickers down, to bare my ass and pussy and feel his erection do what the first one failed to do.
I gasped, as he slid all the way inside me, I could feel his pubic hair rub and grind against my bare ass and I reached behind until I held him and forced myself back into him, as we grunted like a pair of pigs, a boar fucking a sow, my vaginal muscles gripping him for dear life itself, oh the joy, the fucking pleasure of being fucked, and I was really up for it.
I never realised just how much noise I was making, or how many men were standing there watching me in my most intimate of moments, how can a copulating sow not forgive the voyeurs who felt it right to touch her, wank off onto her, tug, pull, and teak her rubbery nipples or shove fingers up her pussy with the cock already tightly fitting inside her or pry open her anus, my holes belonged to the men in that toilet, and when they came to get me at eleven 'O'clock, still in the same cubical, naked and covered in cum, I still walked out head high, even though my holes all hurt.
Am I stirring your juices with the sort of sex that turns you on, let me know or just say Hi, in the comments, I love to hear your views after you have your wank of course. Love Frida
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