trousers. Breathing heavily in the aftermath of her wanton debauchery, she wondered what the hell she’d become as he tossed fifty pounds onto the bed. She was a prostitute, she thought anxiously as she felt his sperm oozing from her inflamed vaginal hole. Robin had flooded her young pussy with spunk, Brian had used her to satisfy his base desires … Rick, Dave … Who was next in line?
‘You’d better get out of here,’ Brian said, helping her up. ‘I don’t want my wife coming up here and finding you sprawled across her bed with my spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt.’
‘OK,’ Anne murmured softly, pulling her knickers up and adjusting her skirt.
‘Come on, I’ll see you out.’
Clutching the cash as she followed Brian down the stairs, Anne pondered on his crude words:
spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt
. She’d wanted to put an end to her obscene games, but the danger and exhilaration were too much to resist. How many more men would give her money in return for crude sex, she wondered as she said goodbye to Brian and left the house. Even if she did change her ways, she was a fully fledged prostitute now, and nothing would change that. She couldn’t turn the clock back.
It was dark but, as Anne neared her house, she could make out Hayley talking to Dave by the front gate. What was she up to? she wondered, creeping along behind a row of parked cars so as not to be seen. Moving closer, Anne heard Hayley asking Dave about Alan. She didn’t even know Alan, Anne mused, wondering what the hell was going on.
‘He’s usually in the pub,’ Dave said. ‘But he’s never mentioned you.’
‘As I said, I’m not happy with Robin. I’m sure that he’d arranged to meet someone after he’d walked me home this evening, so I might take Alan up on his offer and go out for a drink with him.’
‘He’s an old man,’ Dave said, chuckling. ‘He’s old enough to be your grandfather.’
‘I must admit that when he came up to me in the street and said that he was a friend of Anne’s I thought he was rather old. But older men are more caring. He reckoned that Anne had told him about me. God knows what’s she’d said to him but he seemed very keen to get to know me.’
‘So are you going to see him?’
‘He said that he’d be in the pub tomorrow evening so I might as well go along. How are you getting on with Anne? Is she still suspicious about us?’
‘I haven’t seen her,’ Dave sighed. ‘I don’t know what she’s up to. Anyway, I’d better be going.’
‘OK – I’ll see you soon.’
Watching as Hayley kissed Dave’s cheek, Anne felt her stomach churning.
Is she still suspicious about us?
Her sister’s words battering her young mind, she was certain now that the girl had been screwing Dave all along. How could she? she wondered angrily as Dave walked off and Hayley went into the house. And what the hell was Alan up to? He was trying to get into Hayley’s knickers, Anne mused as she walked up the path and opened the front door. She crept up the stairs, went into her room and closed the door.
This was war, she thought, tossing the fifty pounds she’d earned onto the bedside table. Flopping onto her bed and gazing up at the ceiling, she made her plans. She’d tell Alan that Hayley was a slut who’d pull her knickers down for any man. If Alan thought that Hayley was into crude sex and then lured her to the derelict house and suggested that she piss on his face … Grinning, Anne decided to spy on Hayley and Alan in the derelict house. She could hardly wait to see her big sister’s face when Alan dropped his trousers and displayed his erect cock.
Slipping her hand down the front of her spunk-drenched knickers, Anne massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris. She needed sex and orgasms all the time, she thought as her eyes rolled and she arched her back. A blend of girl-juice and sperm oozed from her inflamed vaginal hole as she slipped her free hand beneath her
‘You’d better get out of here,’ Brian said, helping her up. ‘I don’t want my wife coming up here and finding you sprawled across her bed with my spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt.’
‘OK,’ Anne murmured softly, pulling her knickers up and adjusting her skirt.
‘Come on, I’ll see you out.’
Clutching the cash as she followed Brian down the stairs, Anne pondered on his crude words:
spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt
. She’d wanted to put an end to her obscene games, but the danger and exhilaration were too much to resist. How many more men would give her money in return for crude sex, she wondered as she said goodbye to Brian and left the house. Even if she did change her ways, she was a fully fledged prostitute now, and nothing would change that. She couldn’t turn the clock back.
It was dark but, as Anne neared her house, she could make out Hayley talking to Dave by the front gate. What was she up to? she wondered, creeping along behind a row of parked cars so as not to be seen. Moving closer, Anne heard Hayley asking Dave about Alan. She didn’t even know Alan, Anne mused, wondering what the hell was going on.
‘He’s usually in the pub,’ Dave said. ‘But he’s never mentioned you.’
‘As I said, I’m not happy with Robin. I’m sure that he’d arranged to meet someone after he’d walked me home this evening, so I might take Alan up on his offer and go out for a drink with him.’
‘He’s an old man,’ Dave said, chuckling. ‘He’s old enough to be your grandfather.’
‘I must admit that when he came up to me in the street and said that he was a friend of Anne’s I thought he was rather old. But older men are more caring. He reckoned that Anne had told him about me. God knows what’s she’d said to him but he seemed very keen to get to know me.’
‘So are you going to see him?’
‘He said that he’d be in the pub tomorrow evening so I might as well go along. How are you getting on with Anne? Is she still suspicious about us?’
‘I haven’t seen her,’ Dave sighed. ‘I don’t know what she’s up to. Anyway, I’d better be going.’
‘OK – I’ll see you soon.’
Watching as Hayley kissed Dave’s cheek, Anne felt her stomach churning.
Is she still suspicious about us?
Her sister’s words battering her young mind, she was certain now that the girl had been screwing Dave all along. How could she? she wondered angrily as Dave walked off and Hayley went into the house. And what the hell was Alan up to? He was trying to get into Hayley’s knickers, Anne mused as she walked up the path and opened the front door. She crept up the stairs, went into her room and closed the door.
This was war, she thought, tossing the fifty pounds she’d earned onto the bedside table. Flopping onto her bed and gazing up at the ceiling, she made her plans. She’d tell Alan that Hayley was a slut who’d pull her knickers down for any man. If Alan thought that Hayley was into crude sex and then lured her to the derelict house and suggested that she piss on his face … Grinning, Anne decided to spy on Hayley and Alan in the derelict house. She could hardly wait to see her big sister’s face when Alan dropped his trousers and displayed his erect cock.
Slipping her hand down the front of her spunk-drenched knickers, Anne massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris. She needed sex and orgasms all the time, she thought as her eyes rolled and she arched her back. A blend of girl-juice and sperm oozed from her inflamed vaginal hole as she slipped her free hand beneath her
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