The good, the bad and the ugly.

Posted on 20. Feb, 2012 by in Blog

Over the years as a whore I have had some fantastic bookings. I have also had some that weren’t so good, some weird and some downright scary. I think some of my best bookings were when there was more then one guy (I’m a slut,deal with it). Many years ago I used to participate in gang-bangs. It was usually me and another girl, but if I was REALLY lucky it was just me and a load of horny guys with hard-ons. For me, there is nothing better then being the center of attention to a group of guys wanting to stick their cocks in one of my waiting holes. The feeling of being filled up in each and every orifice simultaneously is A-MAZ-ING! Sadly I haven’t participated in a gang-bang for around 10 years, but I live in hope…

Bad bookings…well I have been fortunate that in my life as a whore I have only had one not very nice booking and one really scary one. I put it down to a mixture of luck, common sense and being able to talk myself out of most situations. I would say to other working girls, that your mouth can be your best friend when trying to get out of conflicts, and despite being a qualified self-defense instructor and former thai boxer I would only rely on my physical strength and skills as a last option.

And now the ugly. The one that always springs to mind is my very first booking. I was terrified, didn’t know what to expect and was shaking like a leaf. The guy who turned up was a huge, sweaty man. The thought of fucking him was not a pleasant one, not because of his size, but because I thought I might drown under all that sweat. But it was my first booking and I was worried that the guy who run the ‘agency’ I was working for (I use the term agency loosely) might turn nasty. He took his clothes off and demanded that I …..lick his feet. I looked at these hideous hoof like things that he called feet and nearly retched. But lick them I did, and I did a bloody good job of it.

But I tell you, I have never been able to look at a pig’s trotter again without feeling queasy.

 

 

A whore is born.

Posted on 21. Jan, 2012 by in Blog

So, this is my shiny new blog. I quite enjoy blogging but haven’t done so for some time.  I think before I start I should highlight a few things. Firstly, you will notice throughout my blogging the occasional spelling mistake and grammatical error. I don’t get too hung up on this considering I left school at 15 with no qualifications (before getting myself an education and degree in my 30′s), but I actually don’t mind people pointing them out to me so I can change them (having my writing mistakes highlighted is also a kink of mine, but I will cover that another time).

Secondly, there will probably be some filth in this blog. Actually, quite a lot of filth. You see I am a slut, a whore, a slapper, whatever term you like to use. I get paid to fuck men and I enjoy it. I enjoy that I am getting paid to do something that brings me and someone else pleasure. Giving a man pleasure is something intrinsic in me as a submissive, but I shall talk about that in later blogs. I get off on a seeing a man’s eyes light up when he first claps eyes on my large tits and perky nipples. I adore it when a man get’s a rock hard cock and want’s to fuck me. I get excited when I take a man’s cock in my mouth and can hear him gasping and groaning while he approaches orgasm.  Yes, I love it all.

So when did this whore actually realise she was a whore? Very young actually, maybe around 15 or 16. I was pretty and fully developed at an early age, and I soon come to understand how a mans desire for a young, attractive and perky girl could be be quite overwhelming, for both him and me..

The first time I  realised how powerful sexual desire was was when I fucked a guy from my school. I was aged 15 and I thought he was cute. I knew he fancied me and when the opportunity for us to be alone arose I took full advantage of it. We were at a friends house having a giggle and I kept catching him staring at my very full tits through my tight school blouse. I quietly suggested that we go upstairs and he jumped at the chance. Once in the bedroom we quickly started kissing and touching. I could feel his hard cock through his trousers, and he was rubbing his hands over my already hard nipples. I don’t know what come over me, but I suddenly become quite dominant and pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He was looking at me wide eyed and slightly nervous, and this made me even more turned on.

I slowly started to unbutton my blouse, with his eager eyes on me all the time. I could feel his cock stiffening more underneath me, so I started to rub my cunt over it.  I removed my blouse and then quickly undid my bra and let it fall off me. As I did he let out a small gasp, I could tell he appreciated my large unfettered tits! I lent forward to allow him to start sucking one hard nipple, and as I did this he quickly pulled his cock free of his trousers. As I sat back I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. It was *huge* and felt uncomfortable but I was determined to have it inside me. I decided it would be easier to lay down and let him fuck me. He climbed on top while I opened my legs wide to take him inside me. I was soaking wet and wanted to be fucked.

He entered me and his body started to jolt, the huge hard cock both hurting but feeling pleasurable, I knew he wouldn’t last long and I was right. Within seconds he let out a loud gasp, and I could feel a slippery wetness inside of me as he filled me with his cum. He stared at me for awhile, breathing heavy and shaking until he said ‘that was my first time’, I smiled and said ‘me too’.

From that day I knew one thing, I enjoyed being fucked, and I was going to do it again and again and again..