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Kim

The Young Cock-Slut


Samantha White


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Disclaimer:

All characters contained in this work are aged 18 or over and all are willing players. This story contains no reference to under age, age play, bestiality, dubcon or rape or forced or non-consensual sexual acts, incest or pseudo incest or non-consensual sexual slavery.


My Intro…


Hi,

I’m Samantha, thank you for checking out this latest short story titled: ‘Kim: The Young Cock-Slut’

Once again, I have to say thank you because like so many of my more recent stories the idea for this was emailed to me; this time from a lady who asked me to definitely keep her name secret. Of course I will! These days I get quite a few great story lines by email. I’m very grateful. Thank you.

Guys, men and women, email me, mail me about their sexual fantasy or real life experience and asking me to try and write about them, create a short ebook, I love it. So for all you have been in touch with me I hope I manage to do justice for you all.

This story is taken from a real life happening; Kim is tired of small town life and just turned 18, wants to go and follow her friend and work in the city and start to make some real money. Her friend tries to put her off the idea, finally admitting that she works the clubs and bars selling her body. Kim is hooked. Desperate to make some money and even more desperate to experience sex with different guys who she hopes will teach her all the dirty slutty things she has so often dreamed about. Nothing can stop her.

Please be aware that the content in all my stories is strong, in some cases extreme and may not be suitable for all as it is graphically detailed and only suitable for those who delight in reading true xxx hardcore erotica as opposed to sloppy romance, boy meets girl kind of mush.

Maybe you have come across some of my work before, probably not, so just in case you never heard of me let me tell you that most of my story ideas used to come from my own experiences and my very vivid imagination and dirty mind, but not so much now as recently, as I just said, I have started to write about topics that I am requested to cover from emails I receive from people who have read a short story of mine and contact me. So if that sounds like you please email me!

Let me confess to something; I am a lingerie freak – Anything to do with hot sex and cute kinky lingerie turns me on; most of my stories contain references to girls in stockings and heels, and flimsy underwear who get off on having hard horny sex. These three stories all do in one way or another.

So, please read and enjoy. If you are into hardcore explicit sex I know this story definitely won’t disappoint. My email and contact details are listed below, right after the story end, and I’d love to hear your thoughts, if you have time, as I’m always trying to improve on my writing style so any feedback is very welcome.

And if you do like it a good review would be nice… thank you.



Thanks again

Samantha


Kim: The 18 year old Tease

My name is Kim, just 18 years old and I have a bit of a reputation of being a tease to the boys; a cock teaser as they say. I have always had a big sex drive ever since I was a young girl even though I come from a respectable family who brought me up to be clean and pure; I knew from an early age that I wanted to experiment with sex. I like guys and I was desperate to see what they could do for me, what pleasures they could give me with their nice big cocks.

I told my parents that I wanted to go and work in the city; maybe around 20 miles away from where we lived, and told them I wanted to move in with my sister. They did not agree at all with my suggestion and just dismissed it out of hand. For one thing, my parents were still mad at my sister for running away with a guy they didn’t approve of. They thought that he was no good for her. They had heard that he was a bit of a playboy, a womanizer, and as her parents they obviously wanted the best for her. She cleared off because she was never happy with my parent’s strict rules and so one day she just upped and eloped with Eric and has not been in touch with them ever since.

In high school I had always been regarded as a bit of a slut by the other girls in my class. I don’t think I ever acted like a slut in the truest sense of the word because I was never an easy lay, it’s just that didn’t see nothing wrong with flirting with guys at school and putting my make-up on and wearing sexy clothes. But that was all I did: I was just being a tease and nothing more. A cock teaser who enjoyed leading the boys on and then leaving them high and dry; all horned up and nowhere to shove that piece of meat of theirs.

Loads of guys wanted to date me because they had heard that I was always good for a bit of fun. I didn’t mind them kissing me and getting my boobs out, and I loved putting my hands down their pants and stroking their length and feeling their balls, but when it came to them actually screwing me no way would I do that. And if they got mad at me I just laughed at them, in fact, I liked the power I had over a guy and loved just getting them almost ready to cum their load then stopping right at the last moment, just before they were about to unload; making some bullshit excuse and then running off. It was great to be a dirty little prick teaser. I loved it.

Later on a girl from another school transferred to our class. Her name was Carol and from the moment we talked to each other we became close friends because we shared the same interests: make-up, dresses, boys, and dreaming of making it big. Carol told me her plans of going to the city after our graduation because she reckoned nothing would ever happen if she stayed in a small town place like ours. So after graduating from high school she left here just like my sister had done before her, and I lost my contact with her. The last thing I heard about her was that she was working as a waitress.

My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college so I just worked as a bar helper and waitress on a very low salary, a couple of hundred dollars a month. This pissed me off because of all the hard work with no reward and I soon wished I could also work in the city just like Carol. I heard she was earning good money there, also as a waitress, although there were rumors flying around that she was doing something more to get the money coming in other than just collecting plates and serving meals. She was sending quite a bit of money home to her family every month; some said two or three hundred dollars. To me on my shitty little wage that seemed like a fucking fortune and I wanted some.

After a couple of years, Carol came back to our place to visit her family. I was so excited to see her because it had been ages since we had met and I wanted to catch up and see what was going on. I was knocked out by the way she looked. She was so beautiful, so different from the girl I used to know. I felt jealous and sorry for myself because working as a bar waitress made me feel so unglamorous. It would be great if I could be doing my work wearing make-up and dressed in sexy clothes just like her. But I couldn’t do that because the old lady I worked for was an old woman who made me wear plain clothes and definitely no make-up.

When we met up, Carol teased me saying that I looked no different from the boring girls in our class. I rolled my eyes when she said that.

“No way! No, don’t say that!” I said with a laugh. “I’m way hotter than those girls. The lady I work for orders me to wear this as part of my work clothes.”

“Excuse me, Kim. You WERE hotter than them.” Carol said. “Now, you look just like everyone else in this shit town!”

I felt bad because Carol was telling me the truth; she was right. After two years working as a bar helper, I suddenly realized that I was not the girl who I wanted to be and I felt jealous of her because she looked good, much better than I looked

“I am really sick of my job.” I told her in a serious tone. “I feel like I am trapped. You know me. This is not the Kim that you used to know. This is not me.” I added “Can I come with you when you leave? Does the restaurant you work for need another waitress?”

She did not answer straight away, avoided my gaze and seemed reluctant to answer. Why was she being so shy about her job? It was then it hit me, maybe the rumors about her and about her true job were probably not bullshit lies after all, probably all true.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well I can’t lie to you; I actually don’t work just as a waitress. I guess you already heard the rumors about my job and its right. The rumors are true. I’m freelancing as an escort girl.” She replied.

“Really? Wow! I bet it pays well. Look at you! You look so good; I want to come with you. I always wanted to make money even if it means selling pussy, but you know that I can’t do that here or else my parents would kill me if they ever found out.”

“You want to be like me? An escort girl?”

“Yeah. Why not?” I said excitedly “I can pick and choose who I go with can’t I?”

“No. Well, not always. The agency gets the client and gives you the details. That’s how it works”

“Oh no…I don’t mind screwing but I want to choose who I screw with. I’m no whore, I’m a nice girl”

Carol didn’t seem too worried about my reply as she realized that I was being serious. She looked at me, staring into my eyes.

“Look, my job can be dangerous sometimes. It ain’t hot sex all the time with great looking young guys. Not all customers are that nice, and not all are young or good looking either. You could end up with some sick weirdo or maybe some freak who likes to dominate you and you might get hurt by them if you can’t handle them right, like I had to learn. I don’t want you or your family to blame me if something bad happened to you.”

I wasn’t bothered by what she said. It just made me more determined to experience what she had been doing for the last two years and if it meant me selling my cunt to the highest bidder or acting out some sort of role play with a guy then that’s what I’d do, and I’d probably enjoy it too. To prove that I was really determined to be like her, I tested her in a teasing kind of way.


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