Part two of a hard working girl

        Last week, I was walking away from the hostel when a man approached

   me and asked if I was doing any business.  I thought it was a real hoot

   him thinking I was a genuine prostitute, so I told him he could fuck me

   standing up for a tenner and he handed me a ten pound note straight from

   his wallet.  He offered to use a condom but I snatched it out his hand

   and threw it away saying what’s the point of eating sweets with the

   wrapper on!  He then took me behind a building and shot his hot load up

   me to mix in with all the labourer’s spunk.  Wasn’t that a nice dirty

   surprise?

        My next stop is a wine bar where I head straight for the ladies. 

   There I take my skirt off and massage the semen into my skin before

   running a bowl of water and washing my cunt.  Althought I think its a

   silly shame, some men are a bit fussy about other men’s spunk so I have

   to go through this tidy-up rigmarole.  Sure, I get funny looks from

   women who come into the loo but I just stare back at them and carry on

   wiping my crotch until I’ve finished.

        The bar is one of those chrome and glass affairs with high stools

   ranged around the walls, and attracts trendy singles like flies.  I get

   an empty glass from the bar and sit on a stool so my skirt falls open,

   exposing my suspenders and pubic bush, and its a bad night if I haven’t

   been approached within two minutes.  If its for a quickie round the back

   or in somebody’s car I always return to the bar afterwards and try for

   another straight away.  One week I got screwed four times this way in

   less than half an hour, then shamelessly sat on a stool so my cunt lips

   hung apart and a group of impressionable young girls could see the cum

   oozing copiously from my randy slit!

        Whenever a man takes me back to his place I tell him I’m meeting my

   boyfriend at the disco later so he’ll have to drive me back after we’ve

   fucked, and this story always works.  Its usually after ten-thirty be-

   fore I get into one of the city centre discos, and by then still more

   semen is running out of my sex-loving hole to soak my creamy thighs.

   But because of the subdued lighting nobody notices all the juicy spunk

   dribbling down my stockinged legs, and even if they do its assumed to be

   perspiration or my own randy sex-juices.  I adore feeling the wetness

   run down my legs!

        Discos are like fantasy palaces, where people can pretend to be

   what they aren’t and nobody minds.  Because of this my clothes or lack

   of them don’t stand out half as much, and with all the low-cut micro

   minis being worn, a lot of tits, suspenders and panties are on show.

   The discussion in the Ladies loo is usually whether or not to screw with

   the guy they’re dancing with.  Sometimes they ask me what to do, and I

   always say they should forget the risks, ignore the goody-goodys and get

   as much sex as they possibly can, because its a proven fact that girls

   bodies need plenty of semen to develop a smooth milky complexion and to

   promote their hormones.

        I get a real kick from talking young girls into being promiscuous

   without caring who they fuck, and one lovely petite seventeen-year-old

   went completely cock-crazy after I’d spoken to her.  She’s since joined

   in the swinging scene, screws with absolutely anyone, and simply adores

   being gang-banged.  I also convinced two teenage sisters, who both now

   advertise in several contact magazines, and each wants to be first to

   have had a thousand men spunk inside them.  But I must admit the young

   schoolkids who con their way past the doormen are the easiest converts.

   I must’ve persuaded dozens of fourteen and fifteen year old girls to be

   nice little sluts and love to see their changed appearance after their

   first few one night stands, with their tight micro-skirts and bra-less

   young tits being felt-up all over the dance floor!

        But the real reason why I visit discos is simply because I like the

   raunchy music and atmosphere, although I do get a kick from sucking off

   strangers who sit next to me in the dark alcoves.  If I have a drink in

   front of me I don’t swallow their spunk right away, but let it dribble

   from my mouth into the glass while they watch, then knock it back in one

   gulp.  I never ask their names.  Who cares about names when its cock I’m

   after.  Usually I can persuade one or two men to let me sit across them

   and feed their stiff cocks up my pulsating sheath.  Its great having a

   man shooting spunk inside my cunt only a few feet from the packed dance

   floor, while loud sexy music is booming around the room.

        If no-one asks me to sleep with them I go straight back to my room

   when the disco closes, throw my things on the floor and climb into bed. 

   Instead of washing, I revel in the juicy dirty feeling as God knows how

   many men’s spunk keeps leaking out of my hot cunt all night, and next

   morning I’ll reek of sperm and there’ll be a thick dry coating of spunk

   on my peachy thighs and bum.

        Sunday mornings I spend doing my laundry, but after lunch I always

   pop round to a nearby large house which has been rented by eight male

   students.  They have regular pot-smoking sessions, but drugs aren’t the

   reason why I go there.  Once they get high they don’t care what they get

   up to, so we play a stupid game where I take off my knickers and pull my

   skirt right up before lying on the carpet.  Then they blindfold me and I

   have three guesses at whose cock is in my cunt before the spunk rushes

   into me.

        But one week they fooled me by getting some twelve and thirteen

   year old lads off the playing fields, and of course they all orgasmed as

   soon as they’d pushed their cocks inside me.  By the fourth premature

   spunking I guessed something was up and took off the mask.  I was an-

   noyed at first and told them next time they bring people off the street

   to make sure they’re old enough to fuck me!  Of course, being the jokers

   they are, the following week they smuggled in a sixty-five year old pen-

   sioner and it was ages before he managed to pump his weak spunk into my

   cunt.

        Afterwards I usually make us all Sunday tea, and leave around seven

   to make my way down to the lorry park.  As I said earlier I like to fuck

   my brains out at weekends, and sometimes this makes a great finale.  On

   Sunday a lot of continental drivers stop there overnight, and there are

   usually about sixty or seventy large container lorries parked there.

        Quite simply, I walk up and down the rows of trucks knocking on all

   the cab doors asking if they want to fuck me.  I don’t get all that many

   refusals and I love the dirty feeling as French, Spanish, German, Ital-

   ian and Greek drivers each grab my bum with their filthy hands and shove

   their foreign cocks right up my cunt before shooting more and more and

   still more creamy spunk into my horny young womb.  Yes, Sunday nights I

   just go spunk crazy and make a real pig of myself!

        Pretty soon my stockings are absolutely soaked in spunk as it runs

   thickly out of my cunt and down both my legs, so much so that it starts

   trickling into my shoes as well.  Still I keep on offering myself to be

   fucked more and more until eventually I can hardly walk straight.  Un-

   fortunately, I have to leave the compound at ten o’clock when the secu-

   rity men lock the gates, and it is always with reluctance that I lurch

   back to the University where I just drop into bed to sleep.  Then next

   morning I’ll put my things in the wash and clean myself up before get-

   ting dressed in my “normal” clothes again.

        OK, so maybe some highly moral people don’t approve of my life-

   style, but at least it gets me through the hard slog each week, and if I

   get my degree in three years time it will all have been worth it.  Also,

   the considerable number of girls who have thanked me for leading them

   into uninhibited sex are living proof of its natural beauty.

   Yours very sincerely,  Sharon