From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Hard Working Girl (Slut)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 13:42:56 GMT

			 A Hard Working Girl

	What is life all about? I wish somebody would tell me, someone
whose opinion I respect, that is. Until that happens, I can only
believe that life is just one hard slog from start to end.

	I'm now twenty-one, and for the past two years my weekly
routine has hardly changed. Monday to Friday I study medicine at
University where I am a live-in student, and the evenings are spent
doing tutorials or catching up on some writing. I hope one day to be a
hospital consultant but have a further three years to go in order to
get my degree.

	Saturdays I work from ten until six as a checkout operator at
my local Sainsburys to supplement my grant, which means by Saturday
night I am absolutely fed up with work. I've found the only way I can
cope is to just let go and enjoy myself for a few hours, which for me
means getting screwed, hard and as often as possible.

	Since coming up to Cambridge I've had sex with an awful lot of
men and been called a slag many times, but I don't care. So long as I
can fuck my brains out between Saturday night and Monday morning, I
can face the week ahead with my soul refreshed. It's so good for the
complexion too, and the few blemishes that I used to have are now
gone, leaving me with peachy perfect skin. I'd recommend any girl to
fuck as much as she can while she's young and horny, and ignore the
stupid do-gooders who're only jealous anyway. By now I must've
persuaded dozens of young girls to become as sexually promiscuous as I
like to be, and whenever we meet they all look really lovely now and
are enjoying life to the full.

	Every Saturday after work I cycle back to the hall of
residence and have a lazy soak in the bath before preparing myself.

	When I've dried myself I rub masses of body lotion into my
skin, paying particular attention to my tits, cunt lips and arse. By
the time I have finished, my boobs glow like rich creamy globes, each
topped with a rigid brown teat begging to be sucked, and as my puffy
lips protrude down from my cunt a really horny sex-loving feeling
starts to permeate my crotch.

	After brushing my hair and putting the minimum of make-up on
my face, I then dab Chanel 19 onto a few crucial areas of skin before
getting dressed. The objective is to get noticed, so I don a flimsy
pink lace-up camisole with suspenders attached, stockings with the
words "love" and "sex" tracing a pattern up to the thigh, and a very
brief wrap-over skirt which blows open to the waist. My full milky
breasts and hard brown nipples are left completely visible through the
sheer material of the camisole top, while sexy high heeled shoes
complete my wanton appearance.

	To save money I usually catch a bus to my first call, and
ignore all the looks, nudges and stares from the other passengers. My
destination is a working men's hostel in the cheapest part of town.
I've become well known there for my Saturday night visits and a crowd
normally gathers by the time I arrive at about seven-thirty. There are
two large dormitory type rooms and I make my way into one or the
other, then take off my skirt before I lie back on one of the beds,
spread my slender legs wide apart and frig my bare cunt until the
juices bubble out.

	The men there are mostly labourers working away from home, and
I love their down-to-earth dirty language with "fuck" and "cunt" in
almost every sentence. Usually, it doesn't take many minutes of
fingering my pussy before some of the bolder ones make a move, and I
love to just lie there while they take turns at pumping hot spunk into
my womb. Ooh, just thinking about it now brings a tingle to my randy
cock-loving cunt.

	At weekends I'll fuck anyone to get lots of spunk into me and
I never care what the men look like as they're reasonably clean, their
cocks get hard and they can shoot plenty of cum.

	Last Saturday was about average and of the thirty or so men
present about a third of them were spunky enough to give me a sound
fucking.

	The best night had been a couple of weeks earlier when a crowd
of Dutchmen swelled the numbers and I ended up having seventeen of
them. They were really into dirty sex, which is something I adore,
and they took turns shoving their sweaty cocks deep into my wet cunt
before having me suck them off. I then let their cum dribble out my
mouth into a jug, and they finally poured it all into a large syringe
before injecting all their spunk and my saliva deep inside my horny
sperm-loving body.

	Their customary routine is to get drunk most nights, and by
nine o'clock most of them have drifted off to a working men's club
nearby, so I re-fasten my little skirt and set off in the other
direction. Naturally, by then spunk is streaming down the insides of
both my thighs. Now I know some girls would use tissues or something
to mop themselves up, but I like being reminded of sex and just
letting their juice leak out freely and run down both my legs is the
best reminder of all.

	Last week, I was walking away from the hostel when a man
approached me and asked if I was doing any business. I thought it was
a real hoot him thinking I was a genuine prostitute, so I told him he
could fuck me standing up for a tenner and he handed me a ten pound
note straight from his wallet. He offered to use a condom but I
snatched it out his hand and threw it away saying what's the point of
eating sweets with the wrapper on! He then took me behind a building
and shot his hot load up me to mix in with all the labourer's spunk.
Wasn't that a nice dirty surprise?

	My next stop is a wine bar where I head straight for the
ladies. There I take my skirt off and massage the semen into my skin
before running a bowl of water and washing my cunt. Although I think
its a silly shame, some men are a bit fussy about other men's spunk so
I have to go through this tidy-up rigmarole. Sure, I get funny looks
from women who come into the loo but I just stare back at them and
carry on wiping my crotch until I've finished.

	The bar is one of those chrome and glass affairs with high
stools ranged around the walls, and attracts trendy singles like
flies. I get an empty glass from the bar and sit on a stool so my
skirt falls open, exposing my suspenders and pubic bush, and its a bad
night if I haven't been approached within two minutes. If it's for a
quickie round the back or in somebody's car I always return to the bar
afterwards and try for another straight away. One week I got screwed
four times this way in less than half an hour, then shamelessly sat on
a stool so my cunt lips hung apart and a group of impressionable young
girls could see the cum oozing copiously from my randy slit!

	Whenever a man takes me back to his place I tell him I'm
meeting my boyfriend at the disco later so he'll have to drive me back
after we've fucked, and this story always works. It's usually after
ten-thirty before I get into one of the city centre discos, and by
then still more semen is running out of my sex-loving hole to soak my
creamy thighs.

	But because of the subdued lighting nobody notices all the
juicy spunk dribbling down my stockinged legs, and even if they do
it's assumed to be perspiration or my own randy sex-juices. I adore
feeling the wetness run down my legs!

	Discos are like fantasy palaces, where people can pretend to
be what they aren't and nobody minds. Because of this my clothes or
lack of them don't stand out half as much, and with all the low-cut
micro minis being worn, a lot of tits, suspenders and panties are on
show.

	The discussion in the Ladies loo is usually whether or not to
screw with the guy they're dancing with. Sometimes they ask me what to
do, and I always say they should forget the risks, ignore the goody-
goodys and get as much sex as they possibly can, because it's a proven
fact that girls bodies need plenty of semen to develop a smooth milky
complexion and to promote their hormones.

	I get a real kick from talking young girls into being
promiscuous without caring who they fuck, and one lovely petite
seventeen-year-old went completely cock-crazy after I'd spoken to her.
She's since joined in the swinging scene, screws with absolutely
anyone, and simply adores being gang-banged. I also convinced two
teenage sisters, who both now advertise in several contact magazines,
and each wants to be first to have had a thousand men spunk inside
them.

	But I must admit the young school kids who con their way past
the doormen are the easiest converts. I must've persuaded dozens of
fourteen and fifteen year old girls to be nice little sluts and love
to see their changed appearance after their first few one night
stands, with their tight micro-skirts and bra-less young tits being
felt-up all over the dance floor!

	But the real reason why I visit discos is simply because I
like the raunchy music and atmosphere, although I do get a kick from
sucking off strangers who sit next to me in the dark alcoves. If I
have a drink in front of me I don't swallow their spunk right away,
but let it dribble from my mouth into the glass while they watch, then
knock it back in one gulp. I never ask their names. Who cares about
names when it's cock I'm after. Usually I can persuade one or two men
to let me sit across them and feed their stiff cocks up my pulsating
sheath. It's great having a man shooting spunk inside my cunt only a
few feet from the packed dance floor, while loud sexy music is booming
around the room.

	If no-one asks me to sleep with them I go straight back to my
room when the disco closes, throw my things on the floor and climb
into bed. Instead of washing, I revel in the juicy dirty feeling as
God knows how many men's spunk keeps leaking out of my hot cunt all
night, and next morning I'll reek of sperm and there'll be a thick dry
coating of spunk on my peachy thighs and bum.

	Sunday mornings I spend doing my laundry, but after lunch I
always pop round to a nearby large house which has been rented by
eight male students. They have regular pot-smoking sessions, but drugs
aren't the reason why I go there. Once they get high they don't care
what they get up to, so we play a stupid game where I take off my
knickers and pull my skirt right up before lying on the carpet.

	Then they blindfold me and I have three guesses at whose cock
is in my cunt before the spunk rushes into me.

	But one week they fooled me by getting some twelve and
thirteen year old lads off the playing fields, and of course they all
orgasmed as soon as they'd pushed their cocks inside me. By the fourth
premature spunking I guessed something was up and took off the mask. I
was annoyed at first and told them next time they bring people off the
street to make sure they're old enough to fuck me! Of course, being
the jokers they are, the following week they smuggled in a sixty-five
year old pensioner and it was ages before he managed to pump his weak
spunk into my cunt.

	Afterwards I usually make us all Sunday tea, and leave around
seven to make my way down to the lorry park.

	As I said earlier I like to fuck my brains out at weekends,
and sometimes this makes a great finale. On Sunday a lot of
continental drivers stop there overnight, and there are usually about
sixty or seventy large container lorries parked there.

	Quite simply, I walk up and down the rows of trucks knocking
on all the cab doors asking if they want to fuck me. I don't get all
that many refusals and I love the dirty feeling as French, Spanish,
German, Italian and Greek drivers each grab my bum with their filthy
hands and shove their foreign cocks right up my cunt before shooting
more and more and still more creamy spunk into my horny young womb.
Yes, Sunday nights I just go spunk crazy and make a real pig of
myself!

	Pretty soon my stockings are absolutely soaked in spunk as it
runs thickly out of my cunt and down both my legs, so much so that it
starts trickling into my shoes as well. Still I keep on offering
myself to be fucked more and more until eventually I can hardly walk
straight. Unfortunately, I have to leave the compound at ten o'clock
when the security men lock the gates, and it is always with reluctance
that I lurch back to the University where I just drop into bed to
sleep.

	Then next morning I'll put my things in the wash and clean
myself up before getting dressed in my "normal" clothes again.

	OK, so maybe some highly moral people don't approve of my
lifestyle, but at least it gets me through the hard slog each week,
and if I get my degree in three years time it will all have been worth
it. Also, the considerable number of girls who have thanked me for
leading them into uninhibited sex are living proof of its natural
beauty.

					Yours very sincerely,
					Sharon