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I am a girl, I am considered beautiful, I have a sexy body, and one more thing, I love to 'Fuck'.
Now you may be forgiven for thinking, this little slut is a nymphomaniac, but you would be sadly wrong. I love to fuck, because I can orgasm, and it is the point of arriving at these bodily rewards, that makes sex for me, nothing short of brilliant.
I am an exhibitionist, which means I dress in lingerie, and no underwear. I leave home with the minimum of outer clothing, as it allows me to add to my 'Flashing' addiction,
I love look at my photos, and look around me as I indecently expose myself, at the men in the photographs and wonder what they would do to me, if they caught me mid-stream, with my tits out, or with my wet cunt open and ready for their cocks.
Of course I was not born as a sex vamp, I was created, nurtured, and self educated. My body was my cathedral, I was a beautiful little girl who people liked to be photographed with, and even paid to advertise certain soap commercials.
That fame, left me open to inappropriate cuddling, from one sponsor in particular, a man who insisted I refer to him as my surrogate daddy, not father, he insisted on 'Daddy', with my doting mother's approval, aided by a huge pay cheque, she was effectively turning a blind eye to what he was doing, and for her silence, and we lived very comfortably.
Now before you get ahead of yourselves, there was no sex between us, only for the blessing, he could not get it up, not for the want of trying, but he was as flaccid as I was flat chested, but what he did do, was amass albums filled with my nudity, and his, while mother sat in the next room.
So from being this desirable little thing in the nude in front of an old man's camera, I developed a liking for myself and the images I created in the dirty mind of an old pervert.
When puberty did strike, it did so in my eleventh year, and now, those two tiny holes in my crotch, which were such a curiosity to me and my poking fingers, had feelings of their own, especially my vagina and the week before my menstrual cycle, such pleasure and dirty thoughts, masturbation and orgasms, then the cramps, pain and blood.
As most parents know, even in the a****l kingdom, there is nothing more dangerous than the ovulating oversexed daughter, sister, and niece.
We need to be segregated as mother nature exacts revenge on the nearest males within fang and clawing distance, but mother being in her usual pimpish fashion, thought nothing about my building sexuality, and left me in bed with my poor little brother, whose cock was within striking distance, and often suckled and licked as I fingered my holes to orgasm.
I discovered the joys of flashing when I came across a guy having a wank as I approached him down a path in our local park. I don't think he was prepared for my slowing down, or lifting of my school uniform dress, to show my lack of underwear, and bald pussy, or for our eventual walk into the undergrowth, where he successfully tore open my hymen and filled my pussy with his semen.
Flashing became my vocation, not just doing it, but doing it in such a way, my innocence made it all the more devious, and delicious.
I always sat in the seat above the wheel arch, whenever I had the chance, that way it gave me thigh height, sufficient for men to touch me on the thigh, as they stood alongside me.
One old gentleman wasted no time in taking that opportunity, as the bus swayed and rocked his hand, at first clenching his morning newspaper, touched me time and time again, each touch emboldened him more, as I ignored and pretended to listen to my iPod, eyes closed, each touch registering in my mind, as the next touch would be a little higher up my thigh, until his fingers touched ever so lightly, under the short hem line of my skirt.
Then he needed a little encouragement, as I placed my jacket over my lap, covering his hand, our eyes meeting, before his hand found the jackpot, my wet pussy, another benefit of not wearing panties (Going Commando, a Brave Girl).
This bravado and desire for sex meant it was on tap, so to speak, and every time the opportunity arose, my mind and body said yes, emphatically, today I would have to attend a clinic for sexual addiction, because I am in effect a sex addict, and who my lovers are, are of no consequence, because the act itself is the pleasing feeling I crave, the relationship to me means nothing.
I came home from my new gym and bathed that evening, planning to meet up with friends later. As I bathed and luxuriated I became aroused with my nudity and began masturbating in the bath, unaware my father had arrived home, and was at that moment, watching my frolicking in the bathtub.
When I got out and dried off I walked into the living room and almost jumped out of my skin, daddy was sitting there, in a t-shirt and underpants, his excitement obvious, as my eyes fell on his erection.
Never one to miss an opportunity I sat down beside him and immediately felt an urge to fuck, so I lay out full, in my towel, now open and revealing my nudity, but that was the aim, as with my head on his crotch, his erection lay along my cheek, where its throbbing was obvious.
I closed my eyes as we neither spoke, knowing what was about to transcend, it was something you never talked about, you just got on with it, then pretended it never happened.
Dad, massaged my bared breasts, as I stroked between my legs, and turned my head into his crotch and licked his cock and testicles, eventually, rising, straddling, and inserting him fully into my pussy, and grinding down until he flowed from me, after ejaculation.
Having this sort of unspoken sexual relationship, paved way for daddy to have sex with girls I brought home for him to share with me in bed, and threesomes were a way of maintaining this sordid romping and the girls never spoke of it, some of them of similar frame of mind, had experienced the explosive sexual feeling you can only get from family sex.
Now you may be forgiven for thinking, this little slut is a nymphomaniac, but you would be sadly wrong. I love to fuck, because I can orgasm, and it is the point of arriving at these bodily rewards, that makes sex for me, nothing short of brilliant.
I am an exhibitionist, which means I dress in lingerie, and no underwear. I leave home with the minimum of outer clothing, as it allows me to add to my 'Flashing' addiction,
I love look at my photos, and look around me as I indecently expose myself, at the men in the photographs and wonder what they would do to me, if they caught me mid-stream, with my tits out, or with my wet cunt open and ready for their cocks.
Of course I was not born as a sex vamp, I was created, nurtured, and self educated. My body was my cathedral, I was a beautiful little girl who people liked to be photographed with, and even paid to advertise certain soap commercials.
That fame, left me open to inappropriate cuddling, from one sponsor in particular, a man who insisted I refer to him as my surrogate daddy, not father, he insisted on 'Daddy', with my doting mother's approval, aided by a huge pay cheque, she was effectively turning a blind eye to what he was doing, and for her silence, and we lived very comfortably.
Now before you get ahead of yourselves, there was no sex between us, only for the blessing, he could not get it up, not for the want of trying, but he was as flaccid as I was flat chested, but what he did do, was amass albums filled with my nudity, and his, while mother sat in the next room.
So from being this desirable little thing in the nude in front of an old man's camera, I developed a liking for myself and the images I created in the dirty mind of an old pervert.
When puberty did strike, it did so in my eleventh year, and now, those two tiny holes in my crotch, which were such a curiosity to me and my poking fingers, had feelings of their own, especially my vagina and the week before my menstrual cycle, such pleasure and dirty thoughts, masturbation and orgasms, then the cramps, pain and blood.
As most parents know, even in the a****l kingdom, there is nothing more dangerous than the ovulating oversexed daughter, sister, and niece.
We need to be segregated as mother nature exacts revenge on the nearest males within fang and clawing distance, but mother being in her usual pimpish fashion, thought nothing about my building sexuality, and left me in bed with my poor little brother, whose cock was within striking distance, and often suckled and licked as I fingered my holes to orgasm.
I discovered the joys of flashing when I came across a guy having a wank as I approached him down a path in our local park. I don't think he was prepared for my slowing down, or lifting of my school uniform dress, to show my lack of underwear, and bald pussy, or for our eventual walk into the undergrowth, where he successfully tore open my hymen and filled my pussy with his semen.
Flashing became my vocation, not just doing it, but doing it in such a way, my innocence made it all the more devious, and delicious.
I always sat in the seat above the wheel arch, whenever I had the chance, that way it gave me thigh height, sufficient for men to touch me on the thigh, as they stood alongside me.
One old gentleman wasted no time in taking that opportunity, as the bus swayed and rocked his hand, at first clenching his morning newspaper, touched me time and time again, each touch emboldened him more, as I ignored and pretended to listen to my iPod, eyes closed, each touch registering in my mind, as the next touch would be a little higher up my thigh, until his fingers touched ever so lightly, under the short hem line of my skirt.
Then he needed a little encouragement, as I placed my jacket over my lap, covering his hand, our eyes meeting, before his hand found the jackpot, my wet pussy, another benefit of not wearing panties (Going Commando, a Brave Girl).
This bravado and desire for sex meant it was on tap, so to speak, and every time the opportunity arose, my mind and body said yes, emphatically, today I would have to attend a clinic for sexual addiction, because I am in effect a sex addict, and who my lovers are, are of no consequence, because the act itself is the pleasing feeling I crave, the relationship to me means nothing.
I came home from my new gym and bathed that evening, planning to meet up with friends later. As I bathed and luxuriated I became aroused with my nudity and began masturbating in the bath, unaware my father had arrived home, and was at that moment, watching my frolicking in the bathtub.
When I got out and dried off I walked into the living room and almost jumped out of my skin, daddy was sitting there, in a t-shirt and underpants, his excitement obvious, as my eyes fell on his erection.
Never one to miss an opportunity I sat down beside him and immediately felt an urge to fuck, so I lay out full, in my towel, now open and revealing my nudity, but that was the aim, as with my head on his crotch, his erection lay along my cheek, where its throbbing was obvious.
I closed my eyes as we neither spoke, knowing what was about to transcend, it was something you never talked about, you just got on with it, then pretended it never happened.
Dad, massaged my bared breasts, as I stroked between my legs, and turned my head into his crotch and licked his cock and testicles, eventually, rising, straddling, and inserting him fully into my pussy, and grinding down until he flowed from me, after ejaculation.
Having this sort of unspoken sexual relationship, paved way for daddy to have sex with girls I brought home for him to share with me in bed, and threesomes were a way of maintaining this sordid romping and the girls never spoke of it, some of them of similar frame of mind, had experienced the explosive sexual feeling you can only get from family sex.
Myra
- 12.01.2023
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