When I was in high school my titmouse were already D cup, so I was considerably grownup than every other daughter in schooltime. This got me attention from the boys, but the female child did n't like it at all.

Even then, though, I already enjoyed the manlike tending. I guess it was the beginning of my journey to slut-dom, fucking every cock I can find and posting my au naturel picture and sex videos online, especially now I'm 34E.

One bound day, a boy I knew a bit came up to me behind the shelter sheds at lunchtime and started talking to me. I used to hang around there because it was a bit out of the way and allowed me to get away from the hustle of the schoolyard. He was a bit flighty and suddenly he blurted out : `` If you let me feel your tits I 'll dedicate you a dollar mark. ``

I was shocked because I was from a Catholic kinfolk background, but there was this unusual buzzing in my ears and my throat constricted. Almost disembodied I heard myself say `` Okay '' and held my hand out for the coin. He hurriedly handed me the clam and proceeded to fumble my tits through my ovalbumin school shirt.

I was about to say, `` hang on, I 'll come up my shirt up '', when he muttered a spry `` thanks '' and ran off.

I was stunned, almost disbelieving at what had just happened, but then I looked down and saw the dollar bill in my hand.

The next day I was in virtually the Saami stain when a couple of son came up. `` We hear you let boys sense your titty for a dollar bill, '' they said. I could n't speak, so I just nodded. They each handed me a gold coin and one reached towards me. I held up my hand and they pulled back, confused, but then I lifted my shirt to reveal a thin bra that hardly held my boobs in. Looking back, I realise I unconsciously chose that bra believing ( hoping ? ) that the son would be asking to experience my tits.

They crowded around me and the first one started fondling my bosom. I could palpate his men trying to envelope my already sizeable knocker, running his digit around underneath them and coming over the top, trying to find a nipple.

The second guy was getting impatient. `` My round, '' he said and started reaching for me.

I pulled down my shirt. `` One at a prison term, or they get put away, '' I scolded them.

Sheepishly they dropped their hands. `` Sorry, '' they muttered. '' The second guy had his minute of feeling my tits and they ran off.

That 's how it began ...

Wasn't long before word got around and over the side by side dyad of days I had a dozen boys pay me to let them sense my tits.

They all tried to hold my big woman bosom in their little boy hands, their exhilaration spilling over as they pawed at me through that sparse cotton bra.

By the third base day I had a batting order of boys back there, and kids walking around were starting to notice. So I had to tell them to come in diminished chemical group otherwise we would get caught and no one would get to feel any tits.

But that cotton wool bra got pretty filthy after a few days and I had to go back to one of my"shoal"bras, with thicker cups and definitely not aiding any ease of access.

They boys wanted me to airlift my bra up so my tits flopped out and they could put shin on skin. I didn't intellect doing that - it felt much meliorate for me as well - but it was just such a struggle to get them put away again.

That weekend I was leafing through the paper and I saw a intimate apparel ad for bras with a front end clasp. That was just what I needed, I could unclasp my bra and let them spill out onto my chest and the son could get unfettered access.

All I had to do was make adequate money to be able-bodied to afford one of the front-loading bandeau - or even better, two pairs.

A week later a boy who had spent a few dollars with me already came up with a two dollar bill coin.

"I'll give you $ 2 if you let me suck on your tits,"he said proudly, having come up with that added extra all by himself.

The other boy whistled, or whispered"wow"under their breathing time, and tensed, waiting to learn my response.

"Sure,"I said again, unhesitatingly.

They all watched as he handed me the coin and flex forward, grabbing one tit in his right hand as his mouth moved to my left boob. I felt his back talk encircle my nipple and as he started sucking my mightily handwriting went to the dorsum of his neck opening without even realising what I was doing.

I felt my nipple curing as he sucked and glanced down at my left mammilla. It too was getting hard at expectation of being sucked shortly. He switched from one boob to the other, and I felt a warmth spreading around my private parts as he again took my sensitive nipple into his mouth, even running his natural language across it.

I threw my head back as the other boy crowded around to find out him nurse on my boob

The other boys started arguing between themselves as the smarter ones tried to negotiate a good deal with their mates. They promised to devote them a dollar tomorrow in rally for their clam today, so they too could meet the tit-sucking terms. But the boys were unwilling to part with a dollar sign today, because it would think missing out on fondling my tits.

Once the boys knew they could negotiate former"inspection and repair"for a price, they started asking how a great deal to finger my slit, or how lots to lick my pussy. I realised I would have to come up with a pricing structure.

That evening I sat down in my bedroom and worked it all out and wrote it in my journal, along with the story of how it all began. I recently re-discovered that journal, which is why I am sharing it all now. There was even a box of old photos, some polaroids, some Instamatics, that brought back even more memories and filled in some blanks for me.

My price list looked like this :

$ 5 to finger my slit

$ 10 to lick my pussy

$ 15 for a tit screw

$ 20 for a hand-job

I paused at that instant. I knew what the next footmark was and I had to finally determine if I wanted to go there.

Who am I kidding ? I was already starting to realise that it wasn't the money so much, it was the fact that I enjoyed it, and it didn't take long to finish my price list :

$ 40 for a blowjob, plus a one dollar bill if they wanted me to fellate their cock with my tits hanging out

$ 80 for a bonk

That's how I became a teenage prostitute.

My spot behind the shelter shed became immensely democratic. I had to continue telling them to come in II and triad, but the poor short boy just couldn't handle it.

One affair I must take in had a 12 or so crowding around me, jostling for position, all reaching out and trying to get a snatch of tit.

My shirt was pulled back further and further and my bra just couldn't cope either. Eventually I was just topless and the boy just had their deal all over me. Not just over my tit either, they were rubbing my spinal column and shoulders, along my implements of war, all over my body.

This pack of schoolboys was oohing and aahing as they got to run their hands all over me, their coins in a pile at my feet, forgotten, as the whole scene took on an unreal, almost out of eubstance experience.

I could almost look down on myself with the boys all crowded around, mitt everywhere. It was only then that I realised I was moaning in pleasure myself.

In the surge, my skirt started slipping lower and lour, exposing more of my crushed physical structure for their hired man. They eagerly explored the newly opened up territory, as my wench slid down to the ground.

I was there, in null but my panties, with more than 20 work force all over me. Those panty didn't conclusion too long either, as fingers reached inside them from respective counsel and the slight cotton quickly gave way.

I was naked, surrounded by all these boys and my body was theirs for the taking.

I guess you could say it was my foremost gangbang.

It was n't retentive before I had my initiatory cock sucking client, followed shortly after by my number 1 paid-for fucking. I gave the boys blowjobs and let them screw me behind the sheds too, because I had no where else to go. I would simply drop my scanty and bend over and let them hump me from behind.

Of course, there was always an consultation, no such thing as concealment, so every boy in school that year either fucked me or watched me get fucked.

I quickly learned that I liked the taste of cum, swallowing down every drop curtain whenever one of the male child ordered a shock job, but I also learned to bring a towel because some of the male child were quite mussy and had bad aim. Most of the son who fucked me just dumped their load in my pussy, but some of the boys started getting smartness and wanted to pull out and cum on my face.

One boy got caught trying to steal money at home to forgather my Price and confessed what it was for. His parents told my father and I thought I was in huge hassle. Instead he asked me why I did it and if I enjoyed the attention. Then he said if I wanted to do that variety of thing it had to be done properly.

So he put me on the pill, bought some slutty outfits for me, and then introduced me to a firm stream of his male friends and acquaintanceship as he pimped me out.

I didn't know it at the metre but my Leontyne Price list had another step.

He added anal sex to the list.

That 's how I came to leave school and became a prostitute working for my forefather. I was getting fucked 4-5 times a day every week, usually by grime old men who could hardly believe they could get their hands on a marriageable Lester Willis Young girl like me. They would disrobe me off, play with my boob, slug my slit, then I 'd lactate their pecker and they would fuck me, sometimes in both holes.

That is what has made me into the tote up slut and harlot I am today .