What a night I had in Liverpool. I just bought this short black sequenced dress that was very enticing; at least that is what Dirk told me. I had no bra under it but was wearing white stockings and my black fuck me shoes. Whenever I went into a pub, it was like everyone turned to look at me or it felt that way. I would sit on a bar stool and cross my legs, hoping a guy would come over to shag me. While I scanned the pub looking for potential lovers, my pussy became very juicy anticipating a hard cock being buried in me. It took a while, but eventually one or two guys would come over and Dirk would farm me out for a price. Soon I was in a privy or a back room having sex. By the time we hit the fourth pub, I already had 7 guys sticking their hard throbbing boners into my wanting body. I also had many orgasms while enjoying the horny blokes, putting me in a state of pure ecstasy desiring more. It was like being in a fantastic wet dream with lots of hunks wanting me. I've never felt so popular and was having so much fun flirting. But this new pub woke me up from my sexual fantasy.
The owner kicked us out yelling, "You can't pimp your whore in here. Get the fuck out before I call a bobby!"
Dirk said something angrily back that didn't make sense to me. Even though I knew, I didn't want to acknowledge what I was really doing. But that moment made me realize that I was just a horny girl fucking for money and I didn't care what they looked like. The funny thing was that as soon as I became totally aware of my behavior, I just brushed it aside. I had to tell myself that there was nothing I could do about being a strumpet except embrace and enjoy what I was doing. And I was surely getting loads of pleasure from my fun.
Once outside, I held onto Dirk's arm and sensually said, "Where to next? I'm sure the next pub will have some nice guys for me to have fun with. I'm still so very horny!"
He started to laugh and before he could to say something to me, an ugly very fat guy with a beard hurried out, caught us and shouted, "Wait bloke; how much to shag your lovely old-lady?"
We stopped and turned around as Dirk quickly answered, "300 quid!"
The guy laughed and replied, "I have only a hundred quid on me."
Dirk looked at me. I shook my head no and whispered, "Please not him."
Instead he gave me an evil sneer and answered, "Okay you got 15 minutes to get your wanker off, starting now."
The guy threw the money at Dirk, took my hand, and dragged me into an alley. We were only a few steps from the street. He smiled and told me that I was very pretty, took the straps down off my arms and pulled the top off my boobs. Lowering his head into them he began to suck and bite my nipples. In a moment he finished, pushed me against the wall and began to kiss me.
I stopped him and cried, "No kissing big boy. Just fuck me and get it over with."
I guess that pissed him off or something like that. He instantly turned me to face the wall and mumbled something about getting his whole fifteen minutes worth. Lifting my skirt up over my ass, he pulled my hips back toward him, forcing me to slide down the wall. I put my hands out for balance and he pulled me farther toward him. I heard him unzipping his pants. Reaching under me, he began roughly yanking on my boobs.
As he did he whispered, "Bitch, you're one hot looking tart. It's been almost six months since I had such a fit hussy and I'm going to enjoy sticking you. Damn you are fucking gorgeous and your tits are fucking firm. Let's see if your fucking cunt is as enticing."
With my skirt over my ass, he saw that I wasn't wearing any knickers. He mumbled something else that I don't recall, as his fingers began mauling my vagina. He told me that I was very wet. I guess I still was. Then he pushed his bare cock into me.
"Damn you are very tight for a fucking whore. It doesn't feel like you had many blokes tonight. I'm really going to enjoy fucking a hot trollop like you." He nastily said.
I wanted this over with as quickly as possible. So as I pushed back and forth on his cock, I began to moan over and over again, "Oh god you feel so good. Oh Yes! Fuck me! Oh Yes! Make me cum. Yes! Yes!"
As he was plowing speedily in and out of me, I heard footsteps. I looked over and it was Dirk smoking one of his smelly cigars, while watching this guy plundered my pussy. He didn't say anything. The guy held my hips while pumping me faster and faster. Then Dirk said something about five minutes or it will cost him another 50. The guy began to really shag me harder. Suddenly he grunted, slowed down, and pushed himself deep inside me. I could feel him squirting his spunk into my well used hole. With each squirt he would pull me tighter against him. When finished, he held me in that position until he started to shrink. Then he fell out.
As I stood up from his ravishing, his spunk began leaking out of me down my legs. I keep my legs open, bent forward and pushed the rest out, which landed on the ground making a puddle under me. As the Dirk watched me, I heard chuckles from other guys that were walking by.
Then the fat guy said, "Dude, she's a real nice fuck. I really needed to blow that load. And damn what a hot tight cunt your slag has."
As they watched his spunk dripping out of me, Dirk laughed and said, "I guess you had a lot saved up. Look, she's still pushing it out."
The guys chuckled together and he answered, "Fuck yeah! It's been a very long time from fucking a slag. I've been locked away. She's exactly what I needed. Are you going to be around tomorrow? I could use another fuck.
Dirk laughed and answered, "Probably not. We have another town to visit tomorrow night."
Then the guy asked, "Well then tell me, what's her story? I can't believe someone attractive and with such a fit body is out here fucking for a 100 quid. She seemed to enjoy being humiliated as some sort of harlot too. What gives?"