Hi. Let me introduce myself. My name is Louise . I am only about 5ft tall; slim with lots
of dark hair and hazel eyes. I look a bit like Christina
Ricci I’ve been told. I have quite pouty lips. I used to
hate my “fat” lips” but have since learned that they
have their uses!

I live in a commuter village to the south of the
Midlands, here in the UK. I am an only child, and my dad
is a very successful businessman. He works away for
weeks at a time, and mom works part time at an office in
town, so most days I get home to an empty house.

Well, not exactly empty. Dad employs and old friend of
his called Paul to do odd jobs round the house, and help
out with some office admin. He had an office near the
garages. He has also been fucking me for nearly 2 years!

He noticed that I came home alone every day, and started
chatting to me. With a dad working away, and a mom too
busy with her social world, I lapped up the attention.
Within weeks, our friendly chats quickly turned into
flirting. I used to love the way he looked me up and
down when he talked to me. He used to joke that I
wouldn’t know what to do with a hard cock if I had one
in front of me. I said I would. So he called my bluff
and got his cock out…

I looked at it stunned.

“Go ahead, touch it,” he said.

I reached out and gently ran a finger along it. He
moaned aloud. I guessed I was doing alright so I began
to gently stroke up and down with my fingers, and was
rewarded with more moaning.

“Fuck you ARE a little prick tease aren’t you?” he
gasped.

I smiled at him. For months, since we started chatting,
I had been researching sex on the internet – that’s what
my mom says the internet is for – education, so I knew
the theory of wanking a man. Now to put it into
practice. I tried to get my other hand onto his balls
but his jeans were in the way.

He quickly stood up, and his jeans fell to his ankles. I
kneeled in front of him, really getting into wanking his
cock, while stroking has balls. I was looking at the
tip, watching the pre-cum leak out, and so wanted to
kiss the tip, but was shy.

“Oh you little fuck princess, keep going and I’m going
to cum all over your pretty little fucking face,” he
moaned.

That sounded like a promise, so I speeded up my efforts
and looked up at him.

“Please cum on my face,” I said, and within seconds he
roared like an animal as the first jet hit me on the
cheek. Shocked, I fell back, letting go of his cock. He
quickly took over, and continued to pump blast after
blast of hot cum over my face, in my hair and over my
school blouse. One shot even went straight in my mouth!

Eventually he finished. He pulled me to my feet and
kissed me. I had never been kissed like it before. It
was rough and hard, and his tongue thrust deep into my
mouth. I was turned on before, but this got my cunt
fizzing. I love that word. Cunt. I put my tongue in his
mouth, and he sucked it so hard it actually hurt.

“Ow!” I said, pulling away. This seemed to break the
spell.

“You best go get cleaned up before your mom gets home,”
he said.

I quickly picked up my bag and ran back to the house,
and up to my room. I threw myself on my bed, skirt up,
tights down, and quickly finger fucked myself to a
screaming orgasm. The best one after 2 years experience!

Paul and I avoided each other for the next few weeks,
but I was desperate for more cock. Eventually, I plucked
up the courage to knock on the office door. We looked at
each other, and without speaking, Paul just unfastened
his trousers, and let them fall to the floor. Never
breaking gaze, I dropped to my knees and started to wank
his rapidly hardening cock.

“Yes Lu, I’ve wanted you to come round ever since then.
I love your little hands on my cock.”

I decided to treat him, so with my spare hand I
unbuttoned my blouse, and exposed my bare chest. I had
removed my bra just before I left school. I only had
tiny 30A tits then, but he seemed to like them.

“Oh you sexy little fuck. You want me to cum over your
little tits don’t you? Make you look like a little
whore?”

“Oh god yes please,” I gasped, “use me as your slutty
girlfriend!”

With that, he took his cock in his own hands, and very
quickly tossed himself off onto my upthrust little
chest. It went everywhere! He saved the last few drops
to wipe across my face. I opened my lips, and the tip of
his cock slipped inside my mouth. I sucked gently.

“Oh fuck Lu, I have thought for years you had perfect
cocksucking lips, and I wasn’t fucking wrong! Suck my
cock, you dirty little bitch! Make me cum with your
mouth!”

Again, thanks to professor Google, I knew an awful lot
about sucking cock. I had practiced lots with my
hairbrush handle, bananas and courgettes. I could touch
the back of my throat without retching.

I slowly took first 2, then 3 and then 4 inches in my
mouth, using my lips to close down on his cock. While it
was in my mouth, I used my tongue to stroke the
underside of his cock.

“Oh sweet jesus you horny little fuck! Where did you
learn to suck cock like that? Look in my eyes while you
suck me honey, it makes you look so fucking sexy!”

He moaned and slowly began to move his cock backwards
and forwards, fucking my mouth. I put one hand on my
still sticky tits, and the other slipped up my skirt and
into my knickers.

Paul grabbed handfuls of my hair, and began sliding my
head back and forth. This, together with my own hands,
was turning me on incredibly.

“Are you fingering your cunt, you fucking slut? God if I
had known you were this fucking horny, I would have
started fucking you years ago. Now I’m gonna pump my
fucking cum right down your fucking throat you little
cum-dump!”

True to his word, he held my head quite tight, put his
cock quite deep in my mouth, and with a few brief
thrusts, began to cum in my mouth. I swallowed as fast
as I could, but still some came out of the corners of my
mouth, and ran down my chin.

Feeling it there pushed me over the edge, and as Paul
took his cock out of my mouth, I took a huge breath,
fell to my hands and knees and grunted long and loud as
a massive orgasm tore through my little cunt.

After we had both recovered, Paul apologised for being
rude and a bit rough. I blushed, and told him I liked
it. I liked feeling like a sex toy. He just smiled and
told me to go get cleaned up.

A few days later came home from school and Paul beckoned
me into his office.

“I brought you this,” he said, giving me a small bag. I
contained a dark, ruby red metallic lip gloss.

“I want you to suck me wearing this,” he said. “Lots of
it, and only this.”

I smiled and went into his small bathroom. I quickly
stripped naked, and began putting on lip-gloss. I had a
few of my own, but in girly pinks and peaches. I coated
my lips. I looked amazing. I put on another coat, and I
could feel my lips swelling with arousal. One more coat?
I thought? Fuck it why not.

I went back into the office. Paul had also stripped
naked. His body was amazing. He was 43 years old, had
spent 12 years in the Army, and had no fat on him. Lots
of running. A few tattoos completed his sexiness.

“Oh you filthy little whore, get over here and get my
cock in your posh slutty mouth.”

I smiled lightly, then pouted and walked across. He was
leaning on the edge of his desk. I dropped to my knees,
looked him in the eye, and kissed his cock, slowly and
wetly. I then gave him an extremely wet and sloppy
blowjob, spitting on his cock, occasionally closing my
eyes.

“Oh my god you were fucking born to suck cock, you
little cunt,” he moaned, “I’m going to fuck your pretty
teenage face!”

He held my head with both hands and literally began to
fuck my mouth like a cunt. I opened my mouth little to
help me breath, and his pumping cock made a sound in my
mouth like gargling sound.

“You want my spunk in your fucking mouth, don’t you,
filthy little whore. Say it!”

All his filthy talk was turning me on incredibly. At
home, the occasional bloody was as far as swearing went.
I realised that I was born to be a filthy, foul mouthed,
cock-sucking little slut.

I took his wet slippery cock in my hands and told him
what I wanted.

“Please use me as a fuck-toy. I want you to fuck me and
make me suck you at every fucking opportunity. I want
you to dress me like a fucking whore and cover me in
your cum. I want you to fuck me in your car, in car-
parks, take me dogging, let your friends fuck me for
money. I want you to own me.”

I slow smile spread across his face.

“Get back on my cock while I think about what to do,” he
said.

I lifted my ass up so he could more easily fuck my
mouth. He grabbed my thick hair with both hands and
roughly fucked my face, grunting while he did. My hard
work was rewarded by several blasts of cum deep in my
throat.

He then lifted me up and pushed me back onto his desk.
His hands quickly went to my tiny tits, followed by his
mouth. He sucked and pulled each nipple with his teeth,
causing me to gasp. While doing that, he stuck a finger
in my pussy. I had taken my cherry with my hairbrush,
and regularly fucked myself with it, and since I was so
turned on, I took his finger easily. He lifted my knees
and looked at my cunt stuffed with his big finger. There
I was, naked, sparsely haired pussy on show, lips
covered with hot make-up, looking like a child slut.

He took his finger out, and slipped it in his mouth. My
disappointment was replaced by shock when he put his
mouth on my pussy. He ran his tongue along my slit, then
thrust it into my cunt. I grabbed the back of his head,
and let forth a stream of obscenities. I don’t know if I
had multiple orgasms, or one long amazing one, but I
made a mental note to have Paul eat my cunt as often as
I sucked his cock.

Just as I thought it could get no better, he lifted his
face, looked in my eyes and rubbed his now hard cock
across my cunt. I looked up and said

“Please fuck me. I want my first time to be with a dirty
old man who uses me like a slut!”

He ever so slowly slipped his cock into me. And pushed.
And pushed. I looked down and saw hi cock disappearing.
I swear I could see it bulging in my lower belly. I
could still see traces of lipstick smeared on his cock.
Finally, he could go no further. Slowly at first, he
began to slide in and out. I was in heaven. I thrashed
my head from side to side, saying over and over

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Paul later said I was incredibly
tight, and would normally have lasted about ten seconds,
but having just cum down my throat, he lasted almost a
minute! I had my feet on his shoulders, he had his hands
on my tiny tits. He squeezed them, using them as handles
to gain purchase, as his fucking increased in tempo and
enthusiasm. He threw his head back and roared, as he
came deep inside me. This gave me one last orgasm,
possibly the biggest.

He slumped down on me, exhausted. I started to cry.

Scared, he asked if I was ok. I told him I was fine, and
that was the best time I ever had, and could we do it
again! He laughed and said of course.

The next day, I went to the chemist and got the morning
after pill. My periods had started a few months earlier,
and I didn’t want a baby just yet!

The next few days I moaned to my mom that my periods
were really heavy and painful, so she took me to the
doctor who put me on the pill. My mom joked to me that
this didn’t mean I could have a boyfriend now! I pulled
a face and said “Ewwwww, mom!” She still thought I was
the pony-riding, church-choir singing little girl of
old.

Over the next few weeks, Paul and I developed a routine.
If he was at work, he would wait for me by the garage.
If mom was at work, I would give him a quick blowjob,
usually with a bit of lip-gloss on, and he would cum in
my mouth. Then he would flip my skirt up and either lick
or finger me to orgasm.

If mom was out, he would invite me in for an hour of
sex. Well, fucking.

After another quick blowjob, he would either get me
naked, or dress me up in stuff he brought over. He loved
me dressing as a chavvy slut. Loads slutty make-up,
clip-on hoops (no pierced ears for me!), crop tops,
short jackets, short skirts, tight shorts, tights, long
stockings, heeled boots. By the time I had that on, and
he was naked, I was so turned on and wet his cock slid
into me easily! He usually fucked me on my back or on
all fours. I went on top, but couldn’t go fast enough to
satisfy my rough lover.

After fucking me for an hour, I would leave, usually
with his cum dripping off or out of me, naked, carrying
my school stuff in a bag. He loved me walking off like
that!