The thing about women

Every girl knows what the term "Sugar Daddy", means from an early age, and looks at themselves in the mirror, and imagines a rich old man giving them everything, as her eyes rest on the that little slit between her thighs, "This is my velvet purse", crosses her mind, we all knew what "dirty, old" men wanted to do to us, those two highlighted adjectives before the word men, sent a thrill through our young bodies, like it touched a raw nerve in our primordial female being, perhaps being the carriers of eggs to be fertilized by men, was something handed down through the feminine line like an invisible command, and when I looked at myself aged thirteen, my tiny teeny breasts were just starting their journey to thrill men, and my little slit having a natural blond fuzz at its apex above my clitoris, I felt a deep longing to be touched by an old man, one with experience, but not that experienced that he could appreciate me, before devouring me.

I discovered masturbation and lost my innocence to my own fingers, then brushes and my bed post, where I used to position my full length mirror and watch myself ride my bedpost, thrilling as it disappeared inside me as I brought my bum down hard and my thighs bent outwards like the dead frogs we dissected in biology classes, I practiced fucking objects like some people practiced their lines, I loved the reflected image of myself being so intimate with the thing inside me, seeing my small pussy being pulled out as I gripped onto it like a tight rubber on a man's dick, perhaps that was why, as men like to say, "The tight cunts are the best to fuck", I desperately wanted my cunt to be tight for men, even at thirteen, I knew my value and better still, I already knew a host of men who wanted to fuck me, and that excited me more than frightened me, even my maternal grandfather whispered into my ear, "I was his little l****a", sitting on his lap and feeling his finger toy with my anus, wetted by my dripping pussy. As a little girl I shared my grandfathers bed, and felt him masturbate against my naked body, many times I reached back and held him tightly, I loved the full feeling of his big cock in my tiny hand and the warm feeling as he spunked on my bum and back, I never told a living soul, and my reason was I just loved doing that sort of stuff, from about eight onwards.

Mother could never swim, no one ever taught her, so she insisted I learn from an early age, so on Sundays off to the local baths we went, daddy and me, and got changed in the male locker room, where I quickly learned to show myself to the men who stared at my nudity, whilst trying to hide their excitement as they touched themselves and making sure I saw their erections, my introduction to "cause and effect", for that briefest of moments, my innocent smile to them showed I approved of their wanking, and my little finger pressing my hidden clitoris, behind my fathers back, I lost count of the number of time I was mentally ****d in those baths, but one thing was for sure, I fell in love with cock big time, I just did never know how much.

In the cafeteria I got to know my daddy's friends and loved how they fussed over me. In a couple of instances I would be pulled onto their laps and could feel the outline of their erections for me, nestling between the crack of my arse, and where I would clench and unclench my bum cheeks, invisibly massaging it and giving them a bum ride, whilst innocently pursing my lips around the straw as I sucked on it, drawing the strawberry milk shake up it, like many years later into my second half teen years, sucking cock to draw semen into my mouth, before spitting it out, unless they paid me to swallow the vile tasting stuff, like most teenage girls back then, we existed to please men and thrilled when we succeeded in making them cum, the quicker meant we were approaching perfection, and we prided ourselves on it, and other girls envied us.

You grow up expressing yourself sexually and when you suddenly find yourself in an adult situation you respond accordingly. I always took a 30 minute commute to collage daily, unless I stayed over with a friend, the rent in the city was astronomical and where my shared digs were, halved the cost, even with the commute ticket costs thrown in.
I was studying extra hard for exams before the Christmas break and had decided to catch the last train back which was just before midnight. I left the collage library close to nine and decided to have a drink in the station hotel, as a nightcap, and ordered myself a glass of house wine, and sat in a quiet area to reflect on my life to date, excited about going home to see the family and hoping for good results in my due exams.

I reached into my satchel and pulled out a book to see if I could recite a nagging subject that had quizzed me on Physics, and use the book as reference, as I was trying to memorize by rote, when the girl from behind the bar came over and put a full bottle of wine down on the table, "You have a bunch of horny admirers", she said quietly, and I looked to where she was indicating, and saw three middle-aged men, with their glasses raised, towards me, "Better raise yours, before they ravish you", she said jocularly, "they have been trying to get into my knickers all night", she continued, so I picked up my glass and said "Cheers", and then the waitress started to walk away, leaving the bottle. I looked taken aback at the full bottle, "It's all yours", she said, "they want you drunk", she continued, walking away and leaving me with mixed feelings, I knew what she was implying and as my own glass was near empty, I had an hour or more to kill, but pouring even one glass, was telling those men I had accepted their offer, and between myself and the barmaid, we both new they wanted sex, in return.

I poured and looked across at them, huddled at the bar and watching me. I picked up the glass and raised it to them and wondered what was going through their minds, as they watched me, a girl of eighteen, plain and very much in the mould of the girl next door type, a collage girl, intelligent who must know her own mind and an absolute catch, if they got my knickers down and off, that whole scenario being played out in my silly girlish head, was preparing my body for sex, I could feel the sexual tension rise and my pussy swell and wet, "Three men, wow, that ticked one of my sexual fantasies box", suddenly I was refilling my glass and the wine level in the bottle was at half, and one man came across towards where I sat, closely watched by the barmaid, a girl in her twenties, she had a wry smile on her lips, she knew the game, perhaps her pussy like mine, was wet with anticipation and biting her thigh, she too looked a catch and I smiled back to her with an indistinguishable slight nod , I saw her smile back in acknowledgement, we just clicked.

"Glad you like the wine", he said, "do you want some company", he continued, and nodded, "Sure why not", I retorted with confidence, and looking over his shoulder towards his to friends, they appeared agitated and excited that their friend had broken the ice with me.

He introduced himself and shook my hand, we exchanged pleasantries and told me they were salesmen at a convention, they had been in town for four days and tomorrow was their last before heading home. I knew I was being hit upon, so I looked quickly at my watch and he immediately thought I was giving him the brush off, until I told him about my last train, but I had just under an hour and wanted to finish the bottle, which made him smile, as I was starting to feel the effects of the wine, on an empty stomach.

The he suggested was go have a Pizza or a Chinese meal, and I repeated my time for my last train, then he felt confident enough to suggest I stay over with him. Of course I knew what he was implying, and looked him straight in the eye, "How old are you", I asked him quietly? he replied that he was 55, and I told him I was eighteen, "Do you think an eighteen year old girl would sleep with a man older than her father for a mere bottle of wine and a Pizza"? He was taken aback and looked confused, frightened perhaps, being confronted openly at what he was trying on with me.

I drank my glass and poured the rest into the glass from the bottle, as he studied me, sitting with a smile on my triumphant face, "What do you want then", he asked, I really don't think he meant to be so blunt, perhaps his desire to fuck me was overriding his brain, along with the drink, like my own brain was doing to me?

The barmaid was suddenly at the table picking up the empty wine bottle, "How are you guys getting along", she asked, like a big sister making sure her younger sibling was not getting herself into hot water, so I said with a tad drunkenness, "He wants me to stayover with him", and she just sat down and faced him, "You'll have to pay", she said, and he looked at her, then me, then back to her, "She's my cousin and it will cost you £500 for an all nighter", and if your friends want in on the action, it's the same price for them too".

I could not believe my ears at the money she was talking about, and after she spoke he got up and walked back to where his friends were and huddled together in discussion, "You've never done this before", she asked me and I shook my head still in disbelief, "I do it all the time", she said, "so trust me".

She sat there until he came back across and sat down, looked at her then me, "The three of us want you and we will pay". I felt my heart leap, I was going to earn £1500, have sex with three men and be a prostitute all in one night.
"You use condoms, and don't force your dick into holes she does not want", and he agreed, while I sat there totally dumbfounded at how she was acting like my pimp and mother, discussing what they could fuck and what they could not.

He got up and walked back to his friends and told them, as she asked me, "Do you take it in the rear", to which I said, "I have never tried it".