I'm not like most other girls. Alright, I can shop forever, spend hours getting ready to go out, and love my shoes as much as any other girl, but when it comes to sex I'm more like a man. I don't want a relationship, I don't want love or to be taken out for dinner, I just want cock. In my pussy, arse or mouth, or preferably all three holes at once, then I want to go home to my own bed, or find another cock. That is after all what men want isn't it.
I'm not sure why I'm like this, it is partly the physical feeling of a cock inside me, but also a power thing, as however much of a slut I become, I know I am like a drug and nearly every man I have every fucked would love to fuck me again.
I love the feeling of a large thick cock inside me, the pleasure as it stretches me is indescribable. I'm sorry boys, I don't care what they say in magazines, size does matter. I don't want a cock that is going to feel like a bit of finger, I want it to feel like a whole fist inside me. Although I must admit a small cock does fit into my arse nicely, so I would never turn one away, just direct it to another opening.
I first discovered my effect on men while I as still at school. I developed at a very early age and used to travel to school on the underground. As all schoolgirls I thought I was the bee knees, pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, and as short a skirt as I could make it by rolling up the waistband as I left school. On starting work I needed to commute on the underground, and my first sexy encounter on the underground wasn't long in coming.
I was standing in a crowded carriage holding onto the strap above my head. It was summer so my tits were pushed against my white blouse, and my already shortened skirt was riding up a bit. In the crush I felt something brush my thigh nothing unusual in a crowded carriage, until I felt a hand slide round to my bum. I screamed and dashed along the carriage. I made my way home thinking about the mysterious hand, wondering how far he would have got if I hadn't stopped him. I got so hot thinking about this, I ended up in my bedroom, legs spread wide, fucking myself with the handle of a hairbrush.
It was months later I had the next experience, when I again felt a hand brushing my thigh. I stood very still as the hand moved until it was resting against my bum. My heart began to race as the hand started caressing my bum. God, I felt dirty, but I loved it. I pushed my bum against his hand, and after a brief pause he started caressing me again, his fingers tracing my bum down to the bottom of my mini skirt. His fingers gently touched the inside of my legs just below my skirt. I moved my position slightly, changing my stance so my legs were slightly parted. He needed no more encouragement, his hand shot up my inner thighs until his fingers found my knickers. I felt so excited I was getting damp, a fact he must have noticed on my panties. After teasing me for a few seconds, his finger eased my panties aside, and he slipped a finger into my now dripping wet cunt. I needed more, and lowered my body onto his fingers. I had to see who he was, and turned to look into his face. As I started to turn the hand was gone in an instance. Who was it? There was an elderly man with his back to me, could he have done it from that position? There was a young boy holding a couple of bags, but he would have needed another hand. There was a very attractive lady, was it her? Had I been touched up so delightfully by another female? I was dripping wet, and it was back home to the hairbrush handle for another dose of self pleasure
Whenever I changed jobs I deliberately looked for a job in London so I could travel on the underground. I had several little interludes that I really enjoyed. I started removing my knickers before I left work, and took great pleasure in finding a seat opposite a man, so I could tease him. I went home and played with myself, imagining the men wanking themselves of thinking of me, and that little glimpse they got of my pussy.
One day I was in a crowded train and felt the back of a hand on my thigh, just resting lightly against me. I knew the score by know, he as testing the ground to see if I pulled away. I didn't, I leant against him to increase the pressure, at the same time turning my whole body to face him, so his hand was now resting against my pussy. I gyrated my lower body even harder against him, so there was no mistaking I was enjoying his attention. His hand turned, and I felt his fingers caressing my pussy. I looked him straight in the face and just mouthed the words "go on." As the train rocked us together his fingers slipped down the front of my skirt to my bare legs, and traced them upwards. I was still looking into his eyes as his fingers found my pussy, and I could see he was shocked at the fact I had no knickers on. His fingers were deep inside me, and I used the movement of the train to get as much pleasure as possible from him.
As the train came into my station, I eased myself away from him, and gave him a sweet smile. I took the hand that had been inside me and lightly kissed his fingertips, tasting myself as I did so. I turned on my heels and left the carriage, anticipating the vibrator sitting in my bedroom cupboard draw, I had progressed from my hairbrush handle.
I walked along the platform feeling very pleased with myself, I loved teasing men and making them lust after me. I was suddenly aware of someone alongside me, pushing me aside. I glanced up to see the man from the train as he propelled me through a door into the men's toilets, and straight into a cubicle. He didn't say a word, but span me round and pushed me down onto the toilet seat. Still in silence he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his feet. In the position I was in his cock, which was rock hard, was inches from my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His other hand fed his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my mouth hard. There was nothing gentle about him, he just rammed his cock in a far as he could. I started to choke and tried to pull away, but both his hands held the back of my head as he continued to pound me. The whole scenario only lasted a couple of minutes before he shot his load into my mouth. He continued pounding me until very drop of his cum was spent. He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to wipe his cock clean, before pulling up his trousers and leaving. I was sitting on the seat in the men's toilet, my skirt had ridden right up showing my pussy, I had cum in my hair and mouth, with some dripping down my chin onto my blouse and bare legs. I felt absolutely amazing, shoving three fingers straight into my sopping wet cunt I started to pleasure myself. The door was briefly pushed open and something was thrown onto the cubicle floor. I picked up two £20 notes. I had just become a whore.
That night I used my vibrator so much, I actually fell asleep with it inside me, waking up in the early hours to use it again. I was truly addicted to sex, and couldn't get enough. Over the next few months I fucked everybody I could get hold off, and loved it. I got the reputation of a slut at work, the positive side of that was at least once a week one of the men would use me and give me a seeing too. I started dressing like a real tart and going out to pubs, I can't remember how many times I have been fucked in an alleyway behind a pub, or in the gents toilet. The more I got fucked the more I wanted it. It was like scratching an itch, it just itched more.
I'm not sure when the idea came to me, but I remembered the incident in the toilet. I would become a whore, then I would have men fucking me all day. It seemed the perfect solution. I gave up my job and put a card in a couple of shop windows, offering personal massage services.