Reform School Memoirs of a Nun
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We lived in a small seaside resort town that had a good tourist 'clientele', and I use that word because my single parent mother was a hooker and I was her lookout.
When the bars emptied around midnight, she made sure the drunks saw her as a sexual release, mother,s prices were on the cheapish side and her ability to pull a dozen or so men for quickies, was legendary, well in my eyes.
She was affectionately known as the 'Milking Maid', and could move smoothly from a hand-job, to a blow-job, to a bare-back against a wall, and as the men heaved into her, she was tallying the charges, as her body rotated around her clients wishes and penises.
Like I said, her quickies were under the pier and I sat guard, like a posted lookout, sometimes listening in the dark, to her moans, if the 'John' was a big one.
The main downside to my c***dhood was not the amount of fucking and sex I was exposed to, but my mothers horrible existence, she was hooked on d**gs and most of her earnings were gone the next day and I would skip classes to look after her.
One day I left school and saw her waiting for me, which was unusual, as she liked to stay away from these places and have the least association with my life and draw unnecessary attention and bad comments.
I went across to her and as I approached she turned and walked away, staying ahead of me, until she turned down a side alley, where a big car was parked.
She stopped at the rear door and when I drew closer she told me to get into the front passenger seat, which I did, admittedly nervous.
The driver was a burly man, with a dark skin, he looked as if he was from the Sub Continent, like India or Pakistan. He smelled horrible, like stale sweat, and indeed, was sweating heavily, as he turned to my mother in the back seat, 'No one saw you', he asked stopping to look down at my upturned face?
'No one', replied my mother and I turned to look at her as he put the car in gear and started to drive and soon we were speeding out of town.
'Where are we going', I asked my mother, but she started to haggle about the prices and the number £200 was mentioned and the driver was sweating even more, as he stared at me, 'She is a virgin', he asked and then I realised what was going on, and I turned to plead with my mother, who started to count the money in the envelope, her eyes were wild and wide, 'Its OK', she repeated as she stuffed the envelope into her handbag, 'It wont hurt baby, just enjoy it and be nice to the kind man'.
I was numbed and in pain, never felt a thing, except I knew my virginity was gone to a disgusting smelly man and his semen leaked from me until I got home and showered.
So that was it, a bit of an anticlimax really, there were times when I thought about it, I got a little thrill, and when I went into the living room we rented, mother handed me a fresh £20 note, 'This is yours', she said, 'spend it what you want', yes I did all the work and got a mere 10%, but it was mine and as we cozied up, I was my mothers daughter, officially a woman, and now we could go out together and earn lots of money as a team.
Four days later, we were busted down under the pier, mother was taken to the cells and I was put into foster care, which proved disastrous, having slept with the men of the house, and constantly running away.
Close to my fifteenth birthday I was sent to reform school where my puberty was all about anger and fighting and then a years later my mother passed, aged 34, they found her body on the beach, full of a cocktail of d**gs and seven different semen's in her holes, I just went dead all over and started to wonder who my father was as I got on with getting out of there and being my own woman.
I finished my schooling and actually achieved good grades and became a very good sports woman, a very healthy specimen, with my mothers good looks, makeup free, tall and leggy, long haired, fresh faced, I was ready to face the world and go find my daddy. I needed to belong and I needed to be with him.
My release was temporary, under probation and with strict rules, considering my past endeavours with sex, and now looking as I did, they were fearful I would find it easy to fall back into my wild ways.
I sat nervously awaiting his arrival, my probation officer was a man, and we were going to have a chat and then I would be dropped of at my designated flat.
When he came I saw his face brighten up momentarily, he obviously liked what he saw and then he sat down and read me the riot act, he opened his bag and took out an anklet monitor tag, to be worn 24/7 and never removed until he did so in three months. 'I will track you on my laptop, in street view', he concluded, 'so don't loiter in side streets, or I might get the wrong idea'.
He was calling me a fucking whore to my face. I simply replied what he wanted to hear me say, 'Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir'.
He stood up, 'Time to go', he said and I reached for my small holdall bag, 'What's in it', he asked, and I just handed it to him and watched as he unzipped it to reveal underwear and a little toiletries, along with a few hand me downs that are sent to the reform school for girls to wear.
He zipped it back up and handed it back to me, all I wanted to do was get away from here and him.
We got into his car and he started the engine and started to drive, 'Look, I know you ain't got much so I shall take you to town and let you do a bit of shopping for stuff, clothes and make up'.
I looked at him in disbelief, 'Was it possible that there another side to this stuck-up middle-aged man'? We moved off and I laughed, he had touched a sweet spot, I have never shopped for clothes and I mean, I needed a wardrobe full of them, I was excited, and he saw that in me.
We flited from shop to shop, like a father and daughter, he actually appeared to be enjoying out little excursion through the teenage machinations of shopping. I saw the bill going up and wondered just how much money he could spend before stopping?
My tops were low and racy, my two dresses were figure revealing, and my shoes, one pair in particular, were all heels, 'I like those on you', he said when I did a burl or two, showing a fine leg and muscular calves and thighs, lifting my hemline in front of him, told me why he was excited, he was sexually excited, like a daddy suddenly realising his little girl was becoming more of a woman than he realised.
I decided to put it to the test. There was a Victoria's secret shop with some racy underwear that had caught my eye, and his, he appeared to like the dummies with their stockings and revealing knickers, 'Do I have enough to buy some items from that shop we passed earlier on'?
He appeared puzzled, there had been a few, so I pushed a little further, 'the one with the racy models'?
His face lit up momentarily, 'Oh, that one', and he suddenly changed expression, his demeanour became serious and dull again. 'You are over budget, more than £500', he said, 'but I make a deal with you', now it was my turn to wonder, 'you let me pick some stuff', and at this point he looked about him as if we were being spied upon, 'and you do a private modelling for me later on'?
'The dirty old bastard', went through my head, but I can't say the thought of what he was proposing excited me, because it did, this way I would know what excited him, and as my mother had taught me, 'Know a man's kinks and you have him by his balls', and his what were I needed to get hold off, if anything but to get the upper hand.
The lady in the shop was very attentive, thinking we were related, like a naughty uncle and his l****a niece, I don't know about this private showing he was intimating later on, but she was pulling all sorts of racy blacks and blues and reds, that hid nothing from the imaginations of this mans mind, and the more I showed myself in stockings and garters, see through panties and brassieres, the more the girl in the shop looked for, 'You got him hard as a rock', she whispered coyly into my ear, so even she was looking at his cock under his pants, the final bill was £350 and it was his own money, even the black half cut booties with my netted stockings must have oozed enough pre-cum to constitute a load and the shop girl even joined in, revealing her charms to him, unabashed and totally liberated, she even winked at me as I left, as if she knew all I had to do was wriggle my ass to make him shoot.
We drove in silence back to his place and I looked impressed, thinking it was my flat. he turned off the engine and turned to me, 'Look, here's the deal', he said, 'you stay here with me and you can have the rent of the flat', what we just spent in Victoria's was my rent, £350/month, 'Sure I replied, and I stuck out my hand for him to shake, I knew this was something the probation service would not have agreed to, so now I had something to leverage more freedom from, all I had to do was let him in, and my wet pussy twinged as if to remind me she was there, all this excitement in shopping and the racy lingerie, I was horny and as we went through the front door I asked him casually, 'Would you like me to walk around in my new underwear'?
His face lit up, he knew what I was intimating, the thickness of my voice and my urgency showed, it was of no surprise when he walked into my bedroom and caught me standing naked, and we fell onto the bed and he found me so open and wet, he just went in and emptied his old balls inside me, now this was the kind of sex that I liked, just raw, rough and violent, 'Fuck me daddy', slipped from my mouth in those heightened moments, every girls dream, feeling the man who helped create her, a thank you daddy fuck, a genetic bonding as no other, except he was not my biological father, but for the moment, he will do, and in the end he complained of my need for his cock as being constant, like a girl with a new toy.
I had three months of adventures ahead of me and I was raring to go, my age, my body and my daring do all meshed with his kinky thoughts of girls, bondage, prostitution, no matter what he thought, I was 100% behind him.
Thanks for taking the time and reading more of my dirty little secrets and my mind. Please feel free to add your own thoughts, as I would love to read them, so in anticipation, love Frida
When the bars emptied around midnight, she made sure the drunks saw her as a sexual release, mother,s prices were on the cheapish side and her ability to pull a dozen or so men for quickies, was legendary, well in my eyes.
She was affectionately known as the 'Milking Maid', and could move smoothly from a hand-job, to a blow-job, to a bare-back against a wall, and as the men heaved into her, she was tallying the charges, as her body rotated around her clients wishes and penises.
Like I said, her quickies were under the pier and I sat guard, like a posted lookout, sometimes listening in the dark, to her moans, if the 'John' was a big one.
The main downside to my c***dhood was not the amount of fucking and sex I was exposed to, but my mothers horrible existence, she was hooked on d**gs and most of her earnings were gone the next day and I would skip classes to look after her.
One day I left school and saw her waiting for me, which was unusual, as she liked to stay away from these places and have the least association with my life and draw unnecessary attention and bad comments.
I went across to her and as I approached she turned and walked away, staying ahead of me, until she turned down a side alley, where a big car was parked.
She stopped at the rear door and when I drew closer she told me to get into the front passenger seat, which I did, admittedly nervous.
The driver was a burly man, with a dark skin, he looked as if he was from the Sub Continent, like India or Pakistan. He smelled horrible, like stale sweat, and indeed, was sweating heavily, as he turned to my mother in the back seat, 'No one saw you', he asked stopping to look down at my upturned face?
'No one', replied my mother and I turned to look at her as he put the car in gear and started to drive and soon we were speeding out of town.
'Where are we going', I asked my mother, but she started to haggle about the prices and the number £200 was mentioned and the driver was sweating even more, as he stared at me, 'She is a virgin', he asked and then I realised what was going on, and I turned to plead with my mother, who started to count the money in the envelope, her eyes were wild and wide, 'Its OK', she repeated as she stuffed the envelope into her handbag, 'It wont hurt baby, just enjoy it and be nice to the kind man'.
I was numbed and in pain, never felt a thing, except I knew my virginity was gone to a disgusting smelly man and his semen leaked from me until I got home and showered.
So that was it, a bit of an anticlimax really, there were times when I thought about it, I got a little thrill, and when I went into the living room we rented, mother handed me a fresh £20 note, 'This is yours', she said, 'spend it what you want', yes I did all the work and got a mere 10%, but it was mine and as we cozied up, I was my mothers daughter, officially a woman, and now we could go out together and earn lots of money as a team.
Four days later, we were busted down under the pier, mother was taken to the cells and I was put into foster care, which proved disastrous, having slept with the men of the house, and constantly running away.
Close to my fifteenth birthday I was sent to reform school where my puberty was all about anger and fighting and then a years later my mother passed, aged 34, they found her body on the beach, full of a cocktail of d**gs and seven different semen's in her holes, I just went dead all over and started to wonder who my father was as I got on with getting out of there and being my own woman.
I finished my schooling and actually achieved good grades and became a very good sports woman, a very healthy specimen, with my mothers good looks, makeup free, tall and leggy, long haired, fresh faced, I was ready to face the world and go find my daddy. I needed to belong and I needed to be with him.
My release was temporary, under probation and with strict rules, considering my past endeavours with sex, and now looking as I did, they were fearful I would find it easy to fall back into my wild ways.
I sat nervously awaiting his arrival, my probation officer was a man, and we were going to have a chat and then I would be dropped of at my designated flat.
When he came I saw his face brighten up momentarily, he obviously liked what he saw and then he sat down and read me the riot act, he opened his bag and took out an anklet monitor tag, to be worn 24/7 and never removed until he did so in three months. 'I will track you on my laptop, in street view', he concluded, 'so don't loiter in side streets, or I might get the wrong idea'.
He was calling me a fucking whore to my face. I simply replied what he wanted to hear me say, 'Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir'.
He stood up, 'Time to go', he said and I reached for my small holdall bag, 'What's in it', he asked, and I just handed it to him and watched as he unzipped it to reveal underwear and a little toiletries, along with a few hand me downs that are sent to the reform school for girls to wear.
He zipped it back up and handed it back to me, all I wanted to do was get away from here and him.
We got into his car and he started the engine and started to drive, 'Look, I know you ain't got much so I shall take you to town and let you do a bit of shopping for stuff, clothes and make up'.
I looked at him in disbelief, 'Was it possible that there another side to this stuck-up middle-aged man'? We moved off and I laughed, he had touched a sweet spot, I have never shopped for clothes and I mean, I needed a wardrobe full of them, I was excited, and he saw that in me.
We flited from shop to shop, like a father and daughter, he actually appeared to be enjoying out little excursion through the teenage machinations of shopping. I saw the bill going up and wondered just how much money he could spend before stopping?
My tops were low and racy, my two dresses were figure revealing, and my shoes, one pair in particular, were all heels, 'I like those on you', he said when I did a burl or two, showing a fine leg and muscular calves and thighs, lifting my hemline in front of him, told me why he was excited, he was sexually excited, like a daddy suddenly realising his little girl was becoming more of a woman than he realised.
I decided to put it to the test. There was a Victoria's secret shop with some racy underwear that had caught my eye, and his, he appeared to like the dummies with their stockings and revealing knickers, 'Do I have enough to buy some items from that shop we passed earlier on'?
He appeared puzzled, there had been a few, so I pushed a little further, 'the one with the racy models'?
His face lit up momentarily, 'Oh, that one', and he suddenly changed expression, his demeanour became serious and dull again. 'You are over budget, more than £500', he said, 'but I make a deal with you', now it was my turn to wonder, 'you let me pick some stuff', and at this point he looked about him as if we were being spied upon, 'and you do a private modelling for me later on'?
'The dirty old bastard', went through my head, but I can't say the thought of what he was proposing excited me, because it did, this way I would know what excited him, and as my mother had taught me, 'Know a man's kinks and you have him by his balls', and his what were I needed to get hold off, if anything but to get the upper hand.
The lady in the shop was very attentive, thinking we were related, like a naughty uncle and his l****a niece, I don't know about this private showing he was intimating later on, but she was pulling all sorts of racy blacks and blues and reds, that hid nothing from the imaginations of this mans mind, and the more I showed myself in stockings and garters, see through panties and brassieres, the more the girl in the shop looked for, 'You got him hard as a rock', she whispered coyly into my ear, so even she was looking at his cock under his pants, the final bill was £350 and it was his own money, even the black half cut booties with my netted stockings must have oozed enough pre-cum to constitute a load and the shop girl even joined in, revealing her charms to him, unabashed and totally liberated, she even winked at me as I left, as if she knew all I had to do was wriggle my ass to make him shoot.
We drove in silence back to his place and I looked impressed, thinking it was my flat. he turned off the engine and turned to me, 'Look, here's the deal', he said, 'you stay here with me and you can have the rent of the flat', what we just spent in Victoria's was my rent, £350/month, 'Sure I replied, and I stuck out my hand for him to shake, I knew this was something the probation service would not have agreed to, so now I had something to leverage more freedom from, all I had to do was let him in, and my wet pussy twinged as if to remind me she was there, all this excitement in shopping and the racy lingerie, I was horny and as we went through the front door I asked him casually, 'Would you like me to walk around in my new underwear'?
His face lit up, he knew what I was intimating, the thickness of my voice and my urgency showed, it was of no surprise when he walked into my bedroom and caught me standing naked, and we fell onto the bed and he found me so open and wet, he just went in and emptied his old balls inside me, now this was the kind of sex that I liked, just raw, rough and violent, 'Fuck me daddy', slipped from my mouth in those heightened moments, every girls dream, feeling the man who helped create her, a thank you daddy fuck, a genetic bonding as no other, except he was not my biological father, but for the moment, he will do, and in the end he complained of my need for his cock as being constant, like a girl with a new toy.
I had three months of adventures ahead of me and I was raring to go, my age, my body and my daring do all meshed with his kinky thoughts of girls, bondage, prostitution, no matter what he thought, I was 100% behind him.
Thanks for taking the time and reading more of my dirty little secrets and my mind. Please feel free to add your own thoughts, as I would love to read them, so in anticipation, love Frida
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