The Taxi Fuck – story 18

Firstly, my name is Lucy and I’m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32b/c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable and the way he’s friends looked at me I knew he wasn’t exaggerating. I didn’t find it difficult to get guys. They just came to me and I had difficulty saying no. Young, old, good looking, ugly, thin or fat. If they had a dick I needed it inside me. And for some reason, boyfriend, friend, stranger, I loved it bareback. The feeling of a guys spunk flowing into one of my three holes after a filthy fuck was the best feeling in the world. One of my x’s called me his little cumslut and he was right. I’d let several of his friends throw a load or two inside me while he watched. To be honest, he passed me around his friends and brothers like I was a cheap whore and I’m sure there were a couple of guys who’d paid him to fuck me.

I’d been working at the brothel for a little more than five months and I was still fucking Faith’s Dad (Michael) whenever he came to London for business. Although, Michael was fucking my little sister more often than he was fucking me. I guess he got off on throwing his load into her arse. She loved anal. She was barely 20 and he was in his 50s. I guess I couldn’t blame the bloke really. Most guys his age would kill to bareback fuck sisters. He’s already fucked the both of us at the same time. I guess Michael was in paradise.

Friday came and for once it was my day off. No brothel, no strangers climbing on top of me or taking me from behind for money. But, that didn’t stop me getting horny. Thursday had been a busy day, 9 guys had fuck me good and hard, using my body and my pussy for their pleasure. Blowing their spunk over my tits or dropping a load down the back of my throat.

I was expecting to see Michael that Friday night, so I wasn’t thinking about finding a guy to fuck for the evening. Unfortunately, when I got home from a day out shopping I heard moans and groans coming from Katie’s bedroom. I pushed the door open a crack and saw Michael, his hard cock thrust up Katie’s arse. He was holding her hips and pounding in out of her shit tunnel. I guess I could have gone in, but I wasn’t in the mood to share a guy with Katie. I was more in the mood to let a couple of guys share me. Besides, the look on Michael’s face was one I’d seen before. And a few second later he blew his load into Katie’s shit hole and collapsed down on top of her young body.

I slipped away and went into my room. I didn’t want them to know I was there so I got changed quickly. I slipped on a tight little black dress, took my knickers off, grabbed my coat and left. My pussy was soaking wet and I knew I needed something big and hard inside it.

I got the late train into the centre of London, got the underground to Leicester square and walked up to Soho. I met a few friends in a few bars, got my arse squeezed or stroked by a few guys as I pushed my way to the bar. By midnight, I’d slipped off into a soho club, danced drank and got merry. Some guy, I didn’t know his name danced up behind my, wrapping arm around me. I wondered what he looked like as his hands caressed my flat stomach. He pulled me back against him, but as soon as I felt his big hard cock pressing against my arse crack, I didn’t really care if he was good looking or not.