Michaella's book was a fabrication of her ple
I read a little in that d**g mule, Michaella McCollum's book, when she is confronted by lesbian sex and men shoving their genitalia through the bars at her, "I couldn't get away", she claimed, yeah, right, who's fucking k**ding who?
Long before these sexual fantasies were revealed in her lies, there were many other similar cases of females telling it like they were reliving some masturbatory wet dream. I remember one woman, not physically unlike Michaella, tall athletic and downright fuckable prison fodder, how she was ****d, then insisted if they make a movie, she plays herself, and when they made the movie, it was so amateurish and downright over the top it went straight to DVD as BDSM porn.
For me it all started when I was still thirteen and wanting stuff that richer girl's came by naturally, Christmas's and birthdays. I had one asset that made me stand out from other girls in my year at school, I was tall athletic and beautiful. Men noticed me and called out after me whenever I walked past a building site, or a bar where they were standing drinking. I looked way older than my years and wore just enough to get men going enough to pay me for a hand job, and even more to put it in my mouth and more still, to swallow.
I operated on Friday nights, which was pay night for men back then. They were flush with money and beer, and the opportunity to mess around with a girl who was ages with their own daughter. I knew this because my own daddy fingered me at any opportunity he could, until my mother caught him and sent him packing under threat of exposure.
I took to the streets and hung out where the local trashy girls did and men came looking for a sympathetic cunt to pump into. My very first ever experience was purely by accident, sitting waiting for the late bus home in the shelter, when a drunk man whipped his dick out and started masturbating in my face, while pressing forty pounds into my hand. Once he realised he was jacking off into a schoolgirls face, he cummed quickly, slapping my face with his dick and telling me I was a dirty little slapper, watching his cum run down my cheeks and neck, and under my top.
I got up and ran home, air drying the evidence of his pleasuring. My mind was on the money I grasped in my hands, and I stopped a few times to count and recount it. I retraced my steps back to the same bus stop and did two more men looking for a fuck, letting them chat me up, and when they were making me an offer I was not going to refuse, I told them I was a schoolgirl and would only do certain things, with my hand and mouth.
The following morning I had £140 in my knicker's drawer, and the taste of three men in my mouth, and the determination to earn a fortune giving men what thy wanted for money.
My first brush with the law happened when a neighbour reported suspicious activity down the end of her garden. Little did she know it was her husband dry humping me against his little wooden shed, by then I was venturing by dropping my knickers to let men cum on my schoolgirl arse, and putting it between my crushing thighs, lubricated with Vaseline, to let them think they were r****g my virgin pussy for top pounds, £250 for a fuck.
When the cops pounced, he was off like a rabbit, and I fell trying to run with my knickers at my ankles. I remember being overpowered by a huge body lying on top of me, and the darkness, "Cuff her" was all I heard as I was picked p like a rag doll and my panties came off my ankles and were left lying where they fell.
Once in the back of the Paddy wagon, with the sound of the police radio filling my ears, I realised the severity of my situation and became scared, more of being discovered for being a teenage prostitute and ruining my aura at school, as a model school girl, and the shame my mother would endure.
The police car drove to a park on the outskirts of town and both men made me an offer they knew I could not refuse, it was either that or exposure, so I took my first and second cock into my pussy and arse that night, they fucked me for more than an hour in and over the bonnet of that police car, I remember the plate number to this day. I also remember having five orgasms, so using my pussy for what God created it for was a way of telling me, my pussy was more a velvet purse than a vaginal pee hole. I started some serious fucking after that, by my fifteenth birthday I had fucked nearly seventy men for money.
My first arraignment saw me get a custodial borstal sentence, "For my own good", the sheriff said, a church going woman. I was taking to a holding pen under the court where there were males also waiting to be sentenced. "Do you realised we re the last men you will come into contact with for over a year". To be honest I was scared shitless standing there as the men, sensed their fear mongering was having an effect upon this teenage girl, they too were going to be facing the same isolation from female company, and that was when the gang-bang started, with one keeping watch for the guard, who was away smoking or whatever, they took turns getting their last loads off into me via my three holes.
When I arrived at borstal some eight hours later I showered to remove my last four men from my mouth ass and pussy. If I thought I was never going to see a cock for a while I was mistaken, I got a welcome fuck on my first night, being summoned at three in the morning for a strip search by the night guard who watched over the dorms. I was awoken by him and told to follow him to the room where he sat and kept an eye over his wards making sure none of us absconded. The other girls who were awake knew the score, they were all summoned and performed, "Old Joe" was a sweetie man who bought sweets for the girls wiling to give him his just deserts every early morning, Joe had 140 girls at his disposal, all gagging for cock during their ovulation cycle, myself included.
That night I gave Joe what he wanted and joined the "Mail listing", one girl a night was put on a calendar to be serviced by Joe, in my eighteen months I saw Joe three times only, such was the demand for anything with a cock for a horny teenager to ride when we wanted it most, four to five days a month every month during a normal cycle, every fucking day through boredom, so we learned to enjoy each other, running around the greenhouses stark naked and eating each other out, always having our fingers up each other's snatches.
There were scandals of course where some stupid girls just fucked anything and fell pregnant, in my eighteen months four did, one to the prison wardens son who was just f******n, one of the girls who was a house cleaner entered his bedroom and caught him wanking, one girl kept watch and the other got naked climbed in a fucked his brains out, they switched places and the lookout got a good licking only, while the first girl missed her periods and had an abortion. The governess resigned quietly and all was hushed up, but the girls found ways to have sex with visiting men who were tradesman and craftsmen, who fell foul of naked teenage bodies on full show, the men came prepared, knowing the reputation of the institution and her inmates.
At the back of the main block there was a canal that ran past it. You could get naked and press yourself against the glass in the window and mutually masturbate with men lining the bank, waving their dicks back at you. It was also an opportunity for girls being released the next day to setup a meeting for sex with some locals before heading back home to an unknown future and distrusting parents.
Her expressions of shock and in your face encounters of lesbian sex, were just piss poor examples of beefing up her story telling to sell her book, I am quite Michaella got her rocks off during her two years incarceration, a white Anglophile girl with her body and past experience in Ibiza, fucking on the beach and bars, known for the wild sex parties, where she and her friend partied, shew as no innocent being locked up over there, and I a sure those men shoving their genitals at her through those bars, got a taste of h ass and pussy, because having sex is a relief from the daily routine and boredom.
In these places you just exist and survive, and your body is your meal ticket. If a fat married guard shows interest in you, you have something the other girls don't, so when you're singled out for special work detail, you make those dozen steps to the small room where you get naked and do every thing this fat repulsive man want you to do, because he is all you have and your inner and out beauty mean nothing to him, with his dick up your unlubricated arse, hair pulling your mane until your neck almost snaps, ask any Latino man what he likes to do to white women who think they are a cut above Latino men, with their dicks up your arse, they want to feel the friction, and look down and see your ass being pulled out, stuck to the shafts of their dicks before plowing back inside you and releasing their baby fluid as a thankful lubricant, so come on Michaella, tell it like it really was, we troubled liberated souls know a lie when w read them.
Long before these sexual fantasies were revealed in her lies, there were many other similar cases of females telling it like they were reliving some masturbatory wet dream. I remember one woman, not physically unlike Michaella, tall athletic and downright fuckable prison fodder, how she was ****d, then insisted if they make a movie, she plays herself, and when they made the movie, it was so amateurish and downright over the top it went straight to DVD as BDSM porn.
For me it all started when I was still thirteen and wanting stuff that richer girl's came by naturally, Christmas's and birthdays. I had one asset that made me stand out from other girls in my year at school, I was tall athletic and beautiful. Men noticed me and called out after me whenever I walked past a building site, or a bar where they were standing drinking. I looked way older than my years and wore just enough to get men going enough to pay me for a hand job, and even more to put it in my mouth and more still, to swallow.
I operated on Friday nights, which was pay night for men back then. They were flush with money and beer, and the opportunity to mess around with a girl who was ages with their own daughter. I knew this because my own daddy fingered me at any opportunity he could, until my mother caught him and sent him packing under threat of exposure.
I took to the streets and hung out where the local trashy girls did and men came looking for a sympathetic cunt to pump into. My very first ever experience was purely by accident, sitting waiting for the late bus home in the shelter, when a drunk man whipped his dick out and started masturbating in my face, while pressing forty pounds into my hand. Once he realised he was jacking off into a schoolgirls face, he cummed quickly, slapping my face with his dick and telling me I was a dirty little slapper, watching his cum run down my cheeks and neck, and under my top.
I got up and ran home, air drying the evidence of his pleasuring. My mind was on the money I grasped in my hands, and I stopped a few times to count and recount it. I retraced my steps back to the same bus stop and did two more men looking for a fuck, letting them chat me up, and when they were making me an offer I was not going to refuse, I told them I was a schoolgirl and would only do certain things, with my hand and mouth.
The following morning I had £140 in my knicker's drawer, and the taste of three men in my mouth, and the determination to earn a fortune giving men what thy wanted for money.
My first brush with the law happened when a neighbour reported suspicious activity down the end of her garden. Little did she know it was her husband dry humping me against his little wooden shed, by then I was venturing by dropping my knickers to let men cum on my schoolgirl arse, and putting it between my crushing thighs, lubricated with Vaseline, to let them think they were r****g my virgin pussy for top pounds, £250 for a fuck.
When the cops pounced, he was off like a rabbit, and I fell trying to run with my knickers at my ankles. I remember being overpowered by a huge body lying on top of me, and the darkness, "Cuff her" was all I heard as I was picked p like a rag doll and my panties came off my ankles and were left lying where they fell.
Once in the back of the Paddy wagon, with the sound of the police radio filling my ears, I realised the severity of my situation and became scared, more of being discovered for being a teenage prostitute and ruining my aura at school, as a model school girl, and the shame my mother would endure.
The police car drove to a park on the outskirts of town and both men made me an offer they knew I could not refuse, it was either that or exposure, so I took my first and second cock into my pussy and arse that night, they fucked me for more than an hour in and over the bonnet of that police car, I remember the plate number to this day. I also remember having five orgasms, so using my pussy for what God created it for was a way of telling me, my pussy was more a velvet purse than a vaginal pee hole. I started some serious fucking after that, by my fifteenth birthday I had fucked nearly seventy men for money.
My first arraignment saw me get a custodial borstal sentence, "For my own good", the sheriff said, a church going woman. I was taking to a holding pen under the court where there were males also waiting to be sentenced. "Do you realised we re the last men you will come into contact with for over a year". To be honest I was scared shitless standing there as the men, sensed their fear mongering was having an effect upon this teenage girl, they too were going to be facing the same isolation from female company, and that was when the gang-bang started, with one keeping watch for the guard, who was away smoking or whatever, they took turns getting their last loads off into me via my three holes.
When I arrived at borstal some eight hours later I showered to remove my last four men from my mouth ass and pussy. If I thought I was never going to see a cock for a while I was mistaken, I got a welcome fuck on my first night, being summoned at three in the morning for a strip search by the night guard who watched over the dorms. I was awoken by him and told to follow him to the room where he sat and kept an eye over his wards making sure none of us absconded. The other girls who were awake knew the score, they were all summoned and performed, "Old Joe" was a sweetie man who bought sweets for the girls wiling to give him his just deserts every early morning, Joe had 140 girls at his disposal, all gagging for cock during their ovulation cycle, myself included.
That night I gave Joe what he wanted and joined the "Mail listing", one girl a night was put on a calendar to be serviced by Joe, in my eighteen months I saw Joe three times only, such was the demand for anything with a cock for a horny teenager to ride when we wanted it most, four to five days a month every month during a normal cycle, every fucking day through boredom, so we learned to enjoy each other, running around the greenhouses stark naked and eating each other out, always having our fingers up each other's snatches.
There were scandals of course where some stupid girls just fucked anything and fell pregnant, in my eighteen months four did, one to the prison wardens son who was just f******n, one of the girls who was a house cleaner entered his bedroom and caught him wanking, one girl kept watch and the other got naked climbed in a fucked his brains out, they switched places and the lookout got a good licking only, while the first girl missed her periods and had an abortion. The governess resigned quietly and all was hushed up, but the girls found ways to have sex with visiting men who were tradesman and craftsmen, who fell foul of naked teenage bodies on full show, the men came prepared, knowing the reputation of the institution and her inmates.
At the back of the main block there was a canal that ran past it. You could get naked and press yourself against the glass in the window and mutually masturbate with men lining the bank, waving their dicks back at you. It was also an opportunity for girls being released the next day to setup a meeting for sex with some locals before heading back home to an unknown future and distrusting parents.
Her expressions of shock and in your face encounters of lesbian sex, were just piss poor examples of beefing up her story telling to sell her book, I am quite Michaella got her rocks off during her two years incarceration, a white Anglophile girl with her body and past experience in Ibiza, fucking on the beach and bars, known for the wild sex parties, where she and her friend partied, shew as no innocent being locked up over there, and I a sure those men shoving their genitals at her through those bars, got a taste of h ass and pussy, because having sex is a relief from the daily routine and boredom.
In these places you just exist and survive, and your body is your meal ticket. If a fat married guard shows interest in you, you have something the other girls don't, so when you're singled out for special work detail, you make those dozen steps to the small room where you get naked and do every thing this fat repulsive man want you to do, because he is all you have and your inner and out beauty mean nothing to him, with his dick up your unlubricated arse, hair pulling your mane until your neck almost snaps, ask any Latino man what he likes to do to white women who think they are a cut above Latino men, with their dicks up your arse, they want to feel the friction, and look down and see your ass being pulled out, stuck to the shafts of their dicks before plowing back inside you and releasing their baby fluid as a thankful lubricant, so come on Michaella, tell it like it really was, we troubled liberated souls know a lie when w read them.
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