Sex the way I like it deep down.

I had used hairbrushes, toilet cleaning brushes, crayons and marker pens, anything thing penile shaped, simply inserted for my pussy to cling too, during orgasm, at least I knew that much about masturbation, most girls do, even those of us, looking at you with doe eyes licking a lollypop, mother nature has her way in protecting the female productive system, she makes us more than aware when it comes to sex, I learned that aged six, pushing warm pebbles into my hole and feeling the vibrations as I ran aver the sand, and uncles fingers releasing them in the long reeds, out of sight of my parents eyes, so it was no accident I became a sex addict during my early teens and did the stuff I did without concern or remorse, as long as I was rewarded both financially and orgasmically, I did not care whose dick fucked me or whatever it was they pushed into me.

Reform school by f******n was my lot, I was out of control according to those who tried to rule me. My arse bore my daddy's hand marks from the drunken spankings he loved to abuse me with. Once puberty hit me, with those slight bodily changes that excite men, pubic hair and swollen breast tissue, when a man looks down and sees his daughter bared ass, and moist pussy lips secreting her excitement, his fingers can't help themselves, after slapping my buttock, to linger and feel the viscous warmth emanating from the hole that gives the male cock the ultimate pleasure, something I could feel under my belly, as I was being spanked, I always knew my daddy had a hard-on for me, and that was why I lay with my clitoris on his knee cap, he spanked and I ground down and squirted my pleasure back at him, tit for tat, it was a game we played as girls and one we still play as women during sex, you spank a woman's ass during sex and she responds, chances are she was spanked by her daddy, and every thing you just read, happened to her.

I had been in reform about six months when we had a big political visitation from the minister of education. I was one of the girls chosen to be presented, a newbie coached to say all the right things to what turned out to be a podophile first minister, who was allowed to question me in private, so as to have honest answers to his questions, only his questions were more intimate to his love of young girls and sex, then our supposed welfare.

"Did I like to touch myself?" One look at his crotch and his lecherous leering at my closed kneecaps, was like reciting my two times table, I relaxed and allowed the "V" of my white cotton panties to be exposed. "Yes Sir", I would reply, with my doe-eyes and pearly whites to show my willingness to be obedient, "Show me", was all I needed, to spread my thighs and pull my knickers aside to expose my slit to my eager fingers, as we mutually masturbated and he arose, came over to where I sat, and pumped his load into my mouth for me to swallow, and everything concluded with his glowing assessment to my headmistress, who in return rewarded with special status.

There were ten girls who were fuck meat for important men of state. The headmistress was nothing more than a pimp, tasked with choosing and grooming the right girls to match the deviancy of the old men who sought sexual favours without question. Some girls were d**gged and never knew who fucked them or how many of them did what to any off their three orifices, their pains and sores were attended to in the hospital as were any unexpected pregnancies, we were fucked bare back, and the institution took care of the consequences, and we girls having a ball serving our time, we hardened and savvy enough to know how to plat the system, being fucked by old men were the least of our problems.

Like many girls today, we know you don't need an education. Having a killer body and a webcam can earn you more money than a degree in astrophysics. I was a sex addict by fifteen and did not need a cure for something I liked doing for pleasure, let alone for the money it made me. I used to skip classes to meet men for sex, my phone was full of apps that made meets easy.
I remember going to one old guys place for £150 fuck, and he could not get it up. After sucking and licking his balls we almost gave up, except for one fact, his fucking dog tried to mount me when I was down between his legs licking his scrotum.

He offered me another £100, to watch me bring off his hound with a wank job, whilst stuffing peanut butter into my pussy, that was one experience that really rocked my boat, but the £250 made me realise when it comes to sex, the weirder it is the more you earn.

I had a cool girlfriend who liked to do the lesbian stuff on me. We would do wild parties both bachelor and bachelorette as well as rich men into sexual perversions, they paid well, for lesbian acts and gang-bangs, as well as one party where we made out on the pool table, dressed in French lingerie, with money flooding onto us as we sweated under the lights and men jacked off onto us.

On one session we used a double dong as we scissored each other, both of us high on dope and pills, when it was suggested we ass fuck each other. I looked t Liz and she retorted with a wicked look back as me, and I watched as a guy squirted a load of lube from the tube and pushed ten inched into her anus, and then holding the last six, smeared another doze and pointed to me, kneeling and ready.

It felt cold and then suddenly our asses were grinding hard against each other, we moved in and out against each other, the dong never breaking our connection with each other, sweat, saliva and spunk showered down on us as we ass fucked for their pleasure, this was the life, being groped and fingered by perverts. Had I graduated it would have taken me ten years to earn what I was making in my late teens just fucking and feeding my addiction.

I realise men wish and dream to have a pussy but do these men really know what it's like to really have one that needs constant attention?

I hooked up with a guy who liked to photograph us when we fucked. We would as inspiration look at his handiwork and get off on my nudity and sexual explicitness, until at a point we exhausted our inspiration. Then one night he came home beaming, some guy he met down the pub bought all of his photos of me, as wanking material and wanted to meet me in person, with an invite for us to go to his place for dinner.

I found that meeting weird and exotic, knowing he had seen me with my boyfriends cock in every orifice in my body, and here I was presenting myself as if butter would not melt in my mouth, dressed to the nines, like a nun wearing lingerie under her habit.

The way he looked at me made me feel cheap and dirty, in a way it turned me on, so later in the evening when my boyfriend went to the bathroom I asked him if he thought about fucking me and making me swallow his cum? He just smiled, as if knowing I was that cheap and usable, like he could whenever he wanted. It made me wild with desire to be used by him, like those old men from my youth, who could do as they pleased with something they were supposed never to be able to.

When my boyfriend came back fro the toilet I suggested he fuck me in front of this man and give him a live show instead of just photographs.
I stripped off naked, my eyes on the man as he settled back into his chair, drinking in my naked body and my eyes pleading for him to come over and join in. Instead he undid his pants and took his cock out, and my eyes widened in disbelief, he was fucking huge, I had never seen a cock so thick and long, and he saw the effect in my face as my boyfriend tried to get hard to fuck me.

We had for the last few months had been having problems getting him up, and I found myself telling him stories about me fucking other boys and men, he wanking himself and leading me in my story in the way he wanted to hear it. I could see a pattern emerging with his desire to imagine me with other men, me instigating the sex with a stranger, who wanted to bugger me or tie me down to abuse my body and all the time beg for the sex.

So as he wanked himself I got up and crawled on my hands and knees across to this monster dick in the chair, and start licking between his thighs, working my tongue up to his balls, which I licked and finally sucked one at a time into my mouth and sucked on it, before doing up y back of his cock and licking the massive bell-end, his purple German helmet barely even getting into my open wide mouth.

When he cummed it was thick and globby and had a strong chlorine scent to it, it flowed into my open mouth and quickly filled my mouth, so much so as I tried to swallow this huge load, it poured out of the sides and down my jowls onto my tits and thighs, it made me boak slightly, and I felt it go down my throat as I sat back onto my buttocks and watched my boyfriend shoot at my discomfort.

I wiped my mouth as the man got up and stood over me, looking down at my discomfiture and when I shifted my gaze up to him, it was me with a discharge of golden piss onto my face. I sat there and took it until he finished, by wiping my mouth with his cock, and that was it, a final humiliation, but one I could live with.