There are a lot of stories about me and Mr. Newark, and to be frank, a lot of them are quite mad. When I think now of how I basically became his paid whore for two years and learnt every slutty trick in the book from him it seems crazy, but at the time it seemed usual enough, especially while I was studying. Weirdly we became quite good friends, never exactly sharing confidences, but having a joke and at times going for a drink and a meal in the evening after a fucking session. He never made me do anything I didn't want to do and the fact that he was paying me seemed incidental rather than like prostitution.
As University drew ever closer though I became pretty desperate for money, and clearly, with his wife and three kids, Mr. Newark only had so much cash at his disposal. That was when he asked me if I had ever considered hiring my services out to others,
"Not for full sex," he assured me, "just your talented little mouth." I said that, strangely enough I hadn't ever considered that. It was one afternoon when we'd been fucking in his flat. He appraised me, where I sat. "Well those lovely big breasts and full lips would turn any man on. I think I could get some men interested in a kid of bukkake thing round here, if you were into it? I knew a girl who did it and she made good money."
It didn't surprise me that Mr. Newark "knew some men" nor that these men were into spunking all over an 18 year old girl for cash. It seemed the longer I knew Sir intimately that every teacher he knew was a dirty old man, willing to pay for the services of a girl the same age as the ones he taught. When pressed he told me the details, five or six years ago he and some friends, none of whom taught at my school he quickly added, had paid £50 a time to get together on Tuesday nights and circle-jerk while a young girl of their acquaintance touched herself and sucked their cocks. They would then all shoot their loads on her face and hair and go home. This actually sounded okay to me, not even as bad as what I did with Mr. Newark at times, and as the last year had pressed on, I certainly wasn't shy anymore. God knows, he'd had me every which way and only a couple of months ago he'd paid me double one night so that he could stick his dick in my mouth while my Physics teacher ploughed my pussy. One thing was sure, University fees weren't getting any less, and my parents weren't rich. I was already working two nights a week in a local pub for less a week than I made in a single session with Mr. Newark, so I needed another way to make cash and still keep up with the grind of studying four A Levels.
When this whole thing had been organised in just four days, I seriously began to wonder if Mr. Newark had an email contacts list called "Dirty Old Perverts" because in less time that it would take me to organise a night out in town he had recruited ten men who were willing to pay £50 each to come round and cum all over me. My teacher said that he wouldn't be taking part, but he would come and sit in the next room, just to make sure I was safe, and to take the money. I was happy with this arrangement, and happier still with the thought of £500. The date was set for the following Thursday night.
All that was required of me was to make sure that I was looking pretty. I did my hair in big curls and let it fall over my shoulders. Big and auburn, it set off my pale skin well. I wore the bra, thong and suspenders that Mr. Newark had brought me recently, and eased stockings over my long legs. Heels finished the look off well. I was a bit nervous, but more than anything I was excited- for the money as well as for the act itself- and sitting in the room waiting for my men I tapped my foot in eager anticipation.
