I had just turned 18 and had finished college and was lucky enough to be able to rent my own flat, I had been left some money. The Flat was a small one-bedroom place in a rundown area that it was my first own space. I decorated it as I like mostly pink I would have to say. I was still seeing Ken he had moulded me into such a slut, he encouraged me to get as much cock as I could he loved nothing more than hearing about the things I got up to without him. He used to set me targets all the week how many different men I could get inside me, when I met him he would want to hear all the details and punish me accordingly. I would get beaten if I had not met the targets but was always worse than the punishment for being a slutty bitch, bitch either way I got what I wanted cock and punishment. I told Caroline everything I did and was known to have a hand in her knickers as to hold her about the lush Cocks I’d had.

I asked a lot of advice from about makeup and clothes, she introduced me to the pleasure of pencil skirts and leggings. She told me the best way to look like a cheap prostitute was to wear tight clothes I remember that she took me shopping and got me to buy a lovely tight black pencil skirt with a split up the back, it was longer than I normally preferred but it was such fun lifting it and slowly bending over to show the boys my knickers. I love to walk down the street in that skirt, underneath I would have on stockings and suspenders, bikini style knickers, matching bra and three-inch high heels. Bright red lipstick was a must for me along with lots and lots of heavy make up the skirts was so tight you could see my visible panty line and are loved to look at it in the mirror thinking about all the men looking at me wondering what I would like to do to me it made me feel so horny thinking about the hard Cocks. One of the best bits of advice Caroline gave me was to get my leggings a size smaller because they almost become transparent and left nothing to the imagination, if I had a white pair on always wear black knickers so that they could be seen better and tottering about in my heels I looked at the cheap whore, I was very cheap I was free. I have never refused any man and have always been as dirty as they wanted, I am proud to say that. From the age of 14 when I sucked my first cork I was hooked and the more I got more I wanted the dirtier I got the happier I was. Caroline had told me that she loved to ride a man’s cork love to sit on it and milk him and I thought I would give that a try so I went to my favourite public toilets where I knew I would be able to get fucked, chose to wear leggings black knickers and bra. I was not in their long when a guy in his mid-20s came in and I knew it was up for it when he pushed the cubicle door open. He was about 6 feet tall had a white tight T-shirt with big muscular arms and tight jeans on with a very interesting bulge which made my mouth water, he stood there and smiled and I rubbed his chest through his T-shirt down to that lush package. I sat down on the toilet and his crutch was at my mouth level and I kissed it. I slowly undid his flies and got my hand inside his trousers and felt his cork in harder, I slowly pulled down his jeans he had a fantastic pair of tight white pants on and I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and his Cocks sprang free, it was cut about 7 inches long nice and thick and curved upwards. I opened my mouth and took it straight down the back of my throat making sure I turn was working on the tip of his cock at the same time. He got both hands held my head starts to thrust in and out of my mouth making me gag. When I came up air I asked him if he wanted to fuck me and he replied oh yes we swapped places he sat on the toilet and I showed him my bum and bent over slowly bought my ski pants down I looked over and he was wanking his cock as I wiggled my bum at him I pulled my knickers to one side spread my cheeks and lowered myself onto his cock and started to ride him. He was pushing back up at me and holding on to me at the same time and grunting calling me a fucking bitch without warning he come pumping me full of his yummy hot spunk, I could not help myself I had to scoop some of the up and tasted it. I had to agree with Caroline it was fun riding cock like that but I still prefer to be on my knees getting fucked because the boy can slap you at the same time and it makes me feel so slutty like that.