I just stood there gasping for breath, the boys seemed to recover far faster than I did but then they were a year or two older than I was, I didn't even know what to call them, should I say they are black, brown or Asian?

The boy who had actually rolled on top of me as we fell to the floor asked me my name, I told him and he put his arm over my shoulder, he introduced me to the other four, two were his brothers, Mohamed and Memmet, the other two were his cousins, Ali and Sahid, Finally he made a flamboyant gesture, he took a pretend hat from his head and bowed from the waist, "And I is Tarique".

All the boys talked like 'Ganstaz', like you hear in bad American TV shows, I asked if Tarique and his brothers were triplets as they were obviously all the same age, Tarique laughed, "No, our dad comes from Pakistan, 'init', over there he has two wives and over here he has married my mum and now we all live over here together while their mums look after the farm back home!"

Tarique put his arm over my shoulder again and started to guide me along behind his brothers as they walked along the road. I was definitely confused, the white boys that I had experience of from my village and around school were a very different breed from these five boys, if you and a boy were alone he might talk to you but more often than not he might just totally ignore you, if one of his friends was anywhere near, there was no chance that he would talk to you. Tarique was very happy to talk to me, ask me lots of questions, spending over an hour getting to know me almost to the point of ignoring his family but still keeping within touching distance of them.

At one o'clock I was hungry, I had my chip shop money and I still had my cinema money so I could afford to buy all six of us chips if I had too, although I didn't really want to spend all my money in one go like that really, God, it suddenly occurred to me, 'Do they even eat chips?' I wouldn't say my dad was overtly racist but I had heard him say many times over that 'Pakies' lived on a bowl of rice a day but I had no idea how true the comment was.

Tarique called to Ali and told him that he and his brothers had to pop home for a minute, "Take Sarah to the park while we go home to see if the postie has been yet!" Ali took Tarique's place at my side, his arm around my shoulder and as Tarique and his brothers ran off down another street, Ali guided me in the opposite direction to a small park. Ali wasn't as good at the small talk as his cousin was but he was still very attentive, Sahid was on the other side of me and he was also showing me a lot of attention.

We sat on the swings on the park for thirty minutes; I was trying to work out which bus I should take to get home while still talking to Ali and his brother. During those thirty minutes I learned that the five boys were all looking for girlfriends. No boy that I knew would be so open about things like that, not to a girl, probably not to their friends either.

Ali saw his cousins coming into the park and blurted out, "After Tarique and his brothers are finished can I be the next one to be your boyfriend?"

I felt my face blush and my mouth fall open at Ali's suggestion, Tarique soon pushed his way between Ali and me and he asked me if Ali had just upset me.

"No, I was just trying to work out which bus I needed to take to go home."

Tarique pulled my upper body against his and he kissed my cheek, "You can't go yet, me and my brother's were just going to get you some lunch, we have all afternoon to get to know each other."

Tarique then turned to face Ali and Sahid, "And if my cousins want lunch as well, they got to remember that respect comes first!"

I was totally shocked by Tarique's kiss; even a kiss on the cheek from a boy was a huge deal for me. I was almost dragged from the park by Tarique, his arm wrapped around my neck so he could whisper in my ear as well as kiss my cheek from time to time as we walked along. We walked into a back street kebab shop; it was quite busy with lunchtime customers so Tarique pulled me through to the kitchen, the kebab shop was owned by Tarique's family and Tarique had been home to collect the mail for his father.

We sat at a table in the kitchen area and Tarique spread six identical envelopes out on the table, the addresses on the letters were all the same but the names were all different. One of the staff brought a large polystyrene box of lamb donner meat and another large box of chips and placed them on the table with a handful of plastic forks.

Tarique stabbed his fork into a slice of meat, he took a bite and then he held the fork to my lips for me to bite a little of the meat and as I chewed the other four boys picked up forks and started eating. I didn't get a fork, Taraque chose what I was going to eat and he fed me with it on his fork but only after eating a little off of his fork before he fed me. My head was in a spin, from no experience of being with boys to being the centre of attention of five boys.

Tarique's father came into the back room and he started to open envelopes as he looked at me sitting on the same seat as his son. A check fell out of the first envelope, a number in the hundreds of pounds and the DHSS logo on the check. Similar checks fell out of the other envelopes. The checks were unemployment benefit checks in different names but all at Tarique's house. It smelled of a scam to me, the houses in that area were too small for five people to live in with any comfort, never mind eight adults and at least three teenage children.

Tarique and his father had a quick conversation while I looked from one to the other as if I were watching a tennis match, I looked at the other four boys as well, they all had wide grins as they ate the food from the communal trays.

"You had enough to eat Sarah?"

I was still chewing the last piece of lamb that he'd pushed into my mouth but I nodded my head. "Well, come on then, my dad will be closing the shop in an hour so that's all the time we have."

I was a little confused, things were spinning around my head, why did Tarique's father closing the shop make any difference to anything?

Tarique stood up and pulled me to my feet and he dragged me towards the shop area but he turned right in the space between the two doors and we climbed the stairs to the floor above the shop. There was a landing at the top of the stairs and a passageway off to the right. I was slammed against the wall and Tarique almost jumped against me, his mouth over mine, kissing me passionately, his hands all over the outside of my clothes, rubbing over my breasts, rubbing down over the front of my skirt and down on to my bare legs below.

I started trying to push him away, tried to push his hands off of my body but every time I moved one hand he seemed to replace it with two other hands and finally I just relaxed and let him rub his hands over my body through my clothes.

Tarique felt me relax and stop fighting him off, his mouth turned into a smile against my lips and he reached out for the handle to the front bedroom door, I opened my eyes when I realised that he was opening the bedroom door, I looked over his shoulder and saw Mohamed and Memmet's heads looking around the corner at the bottom of the stairs.

Tarique rolled his body away from me and as he rolled through the bedroom door he caught my hand and pulled me in after him. I was pushed against the bedroom wall, there were three beds in that room, two doubles and a single, the floor was almost totally covered in beds, Tarique kissed me again, this time his tongue forced its way into my mouth and he lifted the front of my skirt up. I tried to push it back down again but he was far too strong for me, I was worried what Tarique was doing but was worried more by the sounds of footsteps on the stairs outside the still open door. Once again, Mohamed and Memmet's faces came into view around the frame of the open door but this time they were only a foot away from me and not twelve feet away at the bottom of the stairs.

I was distracted momentarily and Tarique got beyond my defences, he'd pulled the gusset of my knickers to one side and he'd got two fingers against my labia. As soon as he felt my pussy lips his right knee was forcing its way between my legs to open them wide enough to slide the two fingers into my pussy. Because Mohamed and Memmet were standing on the stairs, they were lower down and their eyes were level with my pussy as I felt Tarique's fingers slip in my hole, I gasped and looked at the faces of Tarique's brothers as they split into grins.

Tarique was whispering 'Sweet nothings' into my ear in Pakistani, I thought that he was telling me he loved me or something but between kissing my ear he was actually talking to his brothers, some British words didn't have Pakistani equivalents, so I got bed and sheet and as he said that, Mohamed nodded his head and slipped into the room behind his brother. I followed Mohamed with my eyes as he pulled the top sheet off of the bed, distracted again, especially when Mohamed bounced over the bed he'd just uncovered and he was moving onto the second bed in the room and getting comfortable. As I finally processed what was happening I felt my blouse being pushed off of my shoulders, Tarique had used my distraction to open all the buttons down the front of my blouse while still working two fingers into my pussy and holding my face against his with the other hand at the same time... That didn't seem right to me so I forced my head back so I could look down, it wasn't Tarique that had opened my blouse, it was Memmet and now that my blouse was slipping own my arms, Memmet was unfastening the waistband of my skirt.

Memmet moved in closer and Tarique moved his head away from mine as Memmet took its place. Memmet's lips covered mine and as Tarique slipped his body a little further away, Memmet's knee replaced Tarique's between my legs and Memmet's fingers replaced his brothers in my body. Tarique stripped totally in seconds, he didn't care one little bit that his brothers were watching him. I gasped as I saw Tarique's cock, the first cock I'd ever seen in real life, Tarique now returned, totally naked and took his place in front of me, as Memmet's lips slipped off of mine he reached behind my back and pulled my bra open.

I didn't know who to fight off first, Tarique had his finger in me again, I watched as Memmet pulled my bra away from my body and suddenly, what I thought was Tarique's finger in my pussy came into view, it wasn't his finger, he'd managed to get the tip of his cock in me as we stood there. Mohamed started urging his brother on, again, in their own language. Tarique looked at Memmet and said something, Memmet took a hold of my knickers and as Tarique pulled his hips away from mine and his cock slipped out of my hole, Memmet yanked my knickers down.

I was begging Tarique to let me go but he covered my mouth with his again to quieten me down. I started to kick at Memmet to stop him lifting my feet to take my knickers of all together but Tarique just lifted me up and twisted me onto the bed, I landed on my back wearing just my trainers and ankle socks and Tarique landed on top of me, I spotted Saihid and Ali were now at the bedroom door, standing in the opening watching Tarique as he wrestled with me on the bed. I was struggling to keep my legs tightly closed and I was managing it until Memmet took a hold on my left ankle and Mohamed took my right, they pulled and Tarique slipped between my thighs and his cock slipped up into my body. I was now screaming into Tarique's mouth as he began fucking me in earnest.

Almost as soon as Tarique started fucking me, his brothers were hurrying him up, "Come on 'T' man, your dad will be up here any minute, just get on and cum in her so we can all have a turn before its too late."

Tarique started bouncing up and down like a mad man, he was breathing uncontrollably and I stopped fighting the three of them just as Tarique spurted off inside me. He stopped moving, his body fell on top of mine and he lay there getting his breath back, he said something to Memmet in Pakistani and there was a sudden flurry of activity, Tarique rolled off of me in Mohamed's direction and Memmet jumped into Tarique's place. I didn't fight or scream any more, I just lay there watching Tarique as he clambered off of the bed, he picked my white knickers up off the floor and used them to wipe his black cock off.

I'd been worried about what the boys were doing to me but that was nothing to the worry that came over me as Tarique pulled my panties away from his cock and there was a red smudge all over them, my own blood wiped off his black cock on my virgin white knickers.

Memmet, like his brother, started out taking his time fucking me but the other boys were urging him on to work faster. He sped up, began breathing heavily, spurted up into me and then collapsed on top of me. The whole act was repeated another three times as brothers and cousins all took a turn in me. Things calmed down, almost as suddenly as they had started with Tarique throwing me into the wall at the top of the stairs. I just lay there on the bed with five naked black boys all standing around discussing how good or bad I was, the further down the 'Fucking order' the boy was, the less they enjoyed fucking me. Either I was too wet and sloppy between my legs or I wasn't fighting enough.

I was about to push myself up off the bed and reach for my clothes when I saw another figure in the doorway, it was Tarique's father, he walked into the bedroom and in front of his three sons and two nephews he stripped off and pushed me back down on the bed. His cock was more than twice as big as the boys and I started to fight all over again. He didn't need any help from the boys though, he pinned me down easily and was soon fucking me. There was a world of difference between what the adult was doing to what the boys had done. I was making more noise under the father, I wasn't screaming to draw attention to what was being done to me, I was screaming because of the pleasure that Tarique's father was pumping into me with his big fat cock.

The five boys had taken forty minutes to fuck me in all, Tarique's father was still fucking me an hour after he started. I greyed out with pleasure overload before he finished and when I came back to the room he was getting dressed, he gathered the five boys and said, "Only one more time each, get her home before her parents start to look for her!"

Tarique was first again, he knelt on the bed and told me to turn onto my face, I was still very much out of it and didn't move, he turned to Memmet and spoke in his own language, Memmet reached over my body, took hold of my arm and pulled me over so that I was face down. My legs were pulled open again and Tarique knelt between my thighs, he pulled my bum cheeks open and rubbed his cockhead through his father's thick spunk and then he rubbed it against my bum hole before falling forward and ramming his cock up my bum.

I tried to scream but nothing came out, I just stiffened every muscle in my body and hoped he'd finish quickly. All five boys took turns in that same hole in the same order that they had fucked me the first time around. When they fucked me in my pussy it had taken just forty-five minutes, their second time around took closer to ninety minutes.

I was walked to the bus stop with Tarique hanging off of my shoulder, making small talk and kissing me all the way to my bus stop. I didn't go into the town centre to catch my bus; Tarique's father's shop was close to the first stop out of town on my bus route so I stood there waiting for my bus with the five boys. I wasn't wearing any knickers because Tarique had wiped his bloody cock on them but I wasn't worried about being out on the street with no knickers on, even when Tarique kept putting his hand up under my skirt to play between my legs.

I was really surprised when I climbed on the bus, I thought that it should bother me to be out in public without my knickers on but as I sat on the bus, on my way home, I realised that I'd been totally naked for almost four hours, I'd always hated undressing in front of others, girls or women but I'd never been undressed in front of boys or men before, not even wearing a bikini in front of boys. I'd obviously never associated nudity with pleasure in the past and even though I was terrified when Tarique jumped at me on the landing at the top of the stairs and I'd fought off the boys as they undressed me and started to fuck me but all in all, the first forty-five minutes had been more pleasure than pain, the hour that Tarique's father was humping into me had given me more pleasure than I'd ever known in my life. Even when Tarique and his brothers had sodomised me it was only painful for the first five minutes and after that it was neither pleasurable nor painful really, it was just an hour of exercise for the boys that needed my body to be there but not my mind and I managed to zone out what they were doing by using the memories of the pleasure that the brother's father had given me.

By the time I'd finished ruminating on my afternoon at the cinema that never happened I was in my village and had to get off the bus. I was home just a few minutes before my mother was due home so I ran up to my bedroom to hide my soiled panties and I ran myself a bath to wash the smell of sweat from me and the boys and man who had sweated over me.

Mum did dinner while I was soaking in my bath and when she called me down to dinner all I put on was my nighty to go down and eat my dinner. Mum made a comment that I should wear something under my nighty or a dressing gown over it when I was outside my bedroom, my father said nothing, he just looked at what was on display above the table as we ate.

I was restless all evening, I couldn't sit in the lounge because my mother was bitching at me for being skimpily dressed in front of my father. I managed to read a few pages of my book but decided to take an early night, at least I could dream about my day and how totally different it had turned out to how I'd planned it. My dreams were visited by image after image of boy's cocks; man's cocks my naked body being worshiped by so many boys and men. My dreams even drifted off to wondering how many other men would like to lie on top of me and fuck me. The first honest to goodness dirty dream of my life.

On Thursday morning as I was eating my breakfast, my mother reminded me that she would be late home because of her night school class before she left for work. Then my dad dropped a bit of a bombshell, "As you're looking after yourself now, is it okay if I don't come straight home from work...I will come straight home if you want me too but I'd rather meet my mates down the club."

"What time will you be home?"

"About ten o'clock!"

"Just before mum gets back from night school then." he nodded his head.

I watched my dad reverse off the drive and thought to myself, 'Well, I've just jumped from being on my own for nine hours to being on my own for fourteen hours.'

It was so early in the morning that Thursday would be the most boring of the week so far, I tried all the things I could do at home to keep me occupied and that lasted me just an hour before I was bored again. I checked my money, because I hadn't been to the cinema and I hadn't paid for my lunch, I had a lot of money left to play with.

I searched through my wardrobe for a dress that made me look a little more grown-up, I wore my black two inch high heels, ankle socks, red nylon middy dress. I had managed to find a red bra and red knickers that could almost have been a set but weren't, not a set but they did feel very adult to me and looked great in the mirror.

I caught the ten o'clock bus into town. I was planning on window shopping in the town centre, I was hoping that I'd find a boy who liked what he saw and wanted to flirt with me.

The bus stopped at a set of traffic lights, I looked out of the front window of the bus and saw the bus stop where I'd got on the bus the previous evening. I wasn't really thinking, I just reached for the push and rang the bell for the bus to stop.

I got off the bus and I walked down the side street towards the kebab shop, I walked past the front of the shop, three men were working in the shop getting it ready for opening time. I walked past by fifty feet, I turned and walked back. I looked up at the front of the shop, 'Royal Kebab' proprietor Hamet Alimohamed. I walked on again and turned when I had walked fifty feet. As I reached the kebab shop for the third time the door opened, the shop wasn't actually open yet but they were cooking meat and chips ready for the lunchtime rush.

Tarique's father was standing in the doorway, "hello Sarah."

"Hi, erm..."

"I'm Hamet, are you hungry?"

I looked at the price list, donner meat and chips would cost me five pounds, more than half the money I had left, I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and said, "No, I can't afford it."

"Come along in, I'll sort something out for you!"

I followed Hamet into the shop, he locked the door behind me and then he went behind the counter and cut three strips of meat from the massive kebab turning lazily in front of the heaters, he laid the three slices of meat in a polystyrene tray and scooped a few chips up in a small shovel and dropped them into the tray at the side of the meat in the tray.

Hamet looked at the other two men preparing salads and cutting potatoes into chips and said, "You two keep getting ready for opening."

Hamet then stepped through the door that lead into the kitchen behind the shop, he stopped between the two doors and looked over at me, "Come with me Sarah."

I stepped behind the counter, the other two men were looking at me, looking at the way I was dressed, their grins widened more and they made comments in Pakistani to each other and laughed out loud as I stepped through the door to where Hamet was waiting for me, he had only passed through the first door but had waited for me before proceeding into the kitchen.

As I squeezed past him he put his arm across the gap between him and the kitchen door, he nodded his head toward the stairs in front of him, "You know the way to go!"

My breath caught in my throat, Hamet wanted me to climb the stairs in front of him, my dress wasn't short but it was short enough that he'd see my knickers if I climbed the stairs in front of him. A shiver of excitement ran through my body, yesterday, Tarique had pulled my up the stairs behind him and I was at the top of the stairs before Memmet and Mohamed looked around the door from the kitchen, this time I was being told to walk ahead of Hamet and it was turning me on like hell.

I climbed the stairs slowly, I found that I was actually wiggling my arse far more than nature intended me to, I looked back, Hamet was smiling as he looked up under my skirt, I was almost at the top landing before he started up after me, "You know the way Sarah!"

I gasped again, no one was opening the bedroom door this time, no one was forcing me in the room against my will...I was going there willingly and it made me shake right down to my toes with excitement.

I walked into the bedroom and stood there waiting for Hamet to cum up. The three beds had obviously been slept in last night, the top sheet of the bed I'd been fucked on was back in place, I heard that Hamet was just over half way up the stairs and I moved quickly to throw the top sheet off of the bed, I regretted it instantly, right in the middle of the bed there was a circle of blood, my maidenhead blood, there were other stains as well, I didn't like to think too much about exactly what those stains were from.

"take your dress off!"

Hamet's voice behind me made me jump, he grinned at my reaction and he lay on the bed, holding the tray with its small amount of food on it. I turned, I didn't need to think about it, I already knew why I was there, the only problem as I saw it was that I really wanted him to undress me and I realised that he had his reasons for making me undress myself.

I pulled my dress off over my head, "Good girl, you dressed very sexily for me today, you look very beautiful, a woman, not the little girl you were yesterday."

Hamet broke a piece of meat from one of the slices and he held it out for me, as I approached him I extended my hand to take the food, "No, not with your hand, let me feed you."

I took another step forward but before I took the food Hamet retracted his arm a little so I had to take another step closer and he eased the food into my mouth, not simply putting the food in my mouth, he put the food and his finger and thumb into my mouth, like a bird feeding a chick.

I ate the meat and when I'd finished chewing it he put a chip in my mouth, "Open my shirt my darling."

Hamet moved his hands and the food tray to his side and sat there, waiting for me to unbutton his shirt. I got to the third button down and he said, "Kiss me as you take my shirt off!"

I pressed my lips against Hamet's and kissed as I fumbled to find the rest of his buttons. I only broke the kiss when I eased his shirt off over his shoulders. He smiled at me again, "Good girl."

More meat and another chip were placed in my mouth and I ate them. I was told to turn around and Hamet rubbed his hands over my panty covered bottom, "Did my sons fuck you in your arse yesterday?"

I nodded my head, "Did it hurt you a lot?"

I shook my head.

Hamet pulled my body against his, his erection was pushing against my bottom through my panties and his trousers. "When I fuck you in your arse later today, it will hurt again because I'm so much bigger than my sons. Would you rather go home now than let me hurt you in your arse later?"

I thought about it for a moment, no more, I shook my head; he reached around me and pressed more food into my mouth. "When I'd finished eating that, he told me to take my bra off and then to turn around to show him my breasts.

I took my bra off and turned to face him, he smiled again, "lift your breasts, offer them to me."

I had a good idea what he wanted, I put my hands under my breasts, I lifted their weight and 'Jiggled' them about in front of his face a little before I leaned in and pressed my right nipple against his lips. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I felt a dribble of my excitement leave my pussy and soak the gusset of my knickers.

"Did you suck my son's cocks yesterday?"

I shook my head, "No, I didn't suck your nephew's cocks either!"

Hamet laughed, "And which ones are my nephews?"

"Ali and Sahid!"

Hamet laughed even louder, "I can let you in on a little secret, in my sect of Islam, I'm only allowed to have four wives, I have seven wives, seven wives and twenty children but because of my religion, I have to call three of my wives my sisters."

I was fed a little more food, "My sons have been negligent in your training, before we go any further you have to suck a cock! Now I could call one of my sons in to teach you how to suck a small cock or, you could just suck my cock and get it over with sooner."

I'd felt Hamet's cock in my pussy and it felt at least three times bigger than any one of his sons but I would rather get on with it than stop now and wait for one of his sons to get there. "What do you want me to do?"

"Open my trousers, pull down the front of my under pants and open you mouth as wide as you can."

I did as Hamet directed, he pulled my head down and fed me again, this time with his cock rather than food. As I worked with my mouth on Hamet's cock, he was giving me a blow by blow class in giving oral sex to a man. It was quite a stretch and it strained my jaw, more than a little but I was glad that I'd started on Hamet.

I got into the swing, following all of his instructions, he started to lift his hips and gasped for breath, "Keep...sucking...swallow...my...spunk, Argggg!"

I was overwhelmed by his spunk, I swallowed it all as fast as I could but some spilled from the side of his cock and down onto my chin. I was panting from the effort of sucking his cock but had a massive grin on my face. Hanet picked up the last of the donner meat and used it as a tissue to wipe his spunk off of my chin before he popped it into my mouth. It was totally disgusting but I didn't let that show as I swallowed the meat.

One last chip and the food was finished, it wasn't a big meal but it was enough for me. "I'd like you to show me your cunt now darling."

My knickers were past my knees before he finished his instruction. "Legs open wider."

My eyes were fixed on Hamet's flaccid cock and I opened my legs to about shoulder width apart.

"Wider, can you do the splits?"

I nodded my head.

"Pop up on the bed and let me see you do the splits!"

I climbed on the bed and opened my legs into the splits.

"Show me how you masturbate yourself."

I really, really wanted to say that I didn't do that but instead, I gave a sigh and started to rub my clitty as Hamet sat and watched.

"Is that all you ever do?"

I gasped out a "Yes" as I started to build into my climax.

"Put your fingers inside your cunt!"

Well, I'd never done that before, mind you, I'd never masturbated before with my legs in the splits position so I'd never had quite so much access to my pussy before. As I started to use my fingers inside my cunt I actually started to go off the boil a little.

"Don't stop, push your fingers in deeper, make the side of your fingers rub over your clitoris as you push your fingers in."

I followed Hamet's suggestion and my orgasm returned and then it became stronger than I usually rubbed myself to. I started to slow my rubbing down, "Don't slow down, keep going, go faster, rub harder...use your other hand to play with your breasts, show me what feels nice to you on your tits."

A world of firsts, first time I'd stripped myself off in front of anyone, first time I'd masturbated myself while doing the splits, first time I'd put my fingers inside myself to masturbate myself, first time I'd taken my pleasure past a simple orgasm and now, the first time I'd experimented with my breasts while masturbating.

I tried a few different ways to play with my breasts until I found something that was pleasurable and damned it was pleasurable, kicked my climax to a different level and as I gasped for air, Hamet smiled a broader smile as he urged me on, urged me to go faster, rub even harder. I was going out of my mind with the pleasure when I suddenly peed, I fought to stop it but I couldn't and the jet shot out of me and splashed down on Hamet's trouser leg.

"Okay, you can stop now darling, it's good to see that you can get that much pleasure from your own hands. Now come over here and take my trousers down."

I looked at his cock that I'd left exposed after I sucked it for him. He lifted his bum off of the bed but that was the only help he gave me, I had to pull his trousers all the way down and then take his shoes off so that I could get his trousers off over his feet. I stripped him totally naked and then he told me to make love to him. I had no idea what he wanted me to do so he gave me guidance, first, he wanted me to rub my breasts over every inch of his body, paying special attention to rubbing them over his cock and balls. Then he wanted me to kiss him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, again, special attention to his balls and his nipples were called for.

Finally, he wanted me to climb on top and put his cock into my own body and fuck him.

"Hamet, ten minutes to opening time!" one of the two staff in the shop was warning Hamet that the shop was about ready to open. I was pushed over, Hamet held me against his hips as he rolled me onto my back. Hamet pounded his cock into me like a steam hammer. The same effect as the day before, I was climaxing from about the third jab of his cock in my cunt.

"Go on, enjoy it, go on, let yourself go, allow yourself to cum as powerfully as you deserve, don't hold back!"

I relaxed into my orgasm, let my voice free, the most powerful orgasm of my life to date suddenly doubled in intensity and that spurting thing happened again, this time, I didn't hit his trousers, I spurted all over his cock and balls.

My spurts of warm pee jet-washing of his balls triggered Hamet's orgasm, his semen mingling with my spurts causing a hell of a mess of the bed.

"Good girl, you deserve to orgasm like that every time you fuck, the man won't really care if you cum or not...just so long as they get off, so it's really up to you to take the pleasure that you want or be left frustrated after he cums in you."

There was the sound of voices from below, customers placing orders at the counter in the shop.

Hamet dressed himself, he hadn't told me to get dressed so I lay on the bed, lay in a puddle of my own juice as well as Hamet's spunk running out of my body, I hadn't been told to dress so I remained naked, even after Hamet was fully dressed, he walked towards the door and stopped, "If you're still horny I can get someone else to fuck you, would you like a boy or a man next time?"

I didn't know if I was still horny or not but I didn't think about his question, I just blurted out, "Man!"

Hamet laughed as he left the room. Was I supposed to get dressed, was I supposed to go home...did he want me to stay? I just moved away from the wet patch on the bed and stretched out on the bed, basking in the afterglow of a beautiful orgasm.

I zoned out for a while, there were footsteps on the stairs, Hamet walked into the room, "Wash between your legs, the bathroom is at the end of the passageway, when you're clean, put your clothes back on and wait in here, I've invited a friend around to play, do to him what you did for me earlier and if he's happy with you, when I close the shop, I'll come up and give you an hour of fun before you have to go home."

I washed, dressed and checked my hair and waited on the bed, I waited for ten minutes before I heard footsteps on the stairs. As the bedroom door opened I stood up, I was going through everything I'd done with Hamet under his instruction, I jumped to my feet and stepped towards the man, he was another Asian, I stood on the tips of my toes and slipped my right hand behind his neck and pressed my lips against his. I took his shirt off first, kissed his chest, licked and kissed his nipples and then nipped them both gently with my teeth. I stepped away from him and pulled my dress off over my head. I stepped back into him, "What do you like?"

The man tapped his naked chest, "Me Ali!"

"Don't you speak English?"

"Ali!"

I twisted the button on his waistband out of its buttonhole and pulled his zip down, his trousers started to fall down and I gathered his under pants and pushed them down with his trousers and I helped him take his feet out of the legs of the trouser. I guided him to sit on the bed, stepped away again and started to hum a tune in my head as I danced for Ali, I danced around for two minutes and then reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, I shook my shoulders and my bra fell to the floor, Ali obviously enjoyed my little dance because as my bra fell away he grinned and his cock stood to attention. As I danced to the bed I was comparing Ali's cock to the cocks I'd seen so far, he was bigger than Hamet's sons but smaller by far than Hamet. I lifted his legs and turned him so he was lying on his back. I missed out his smelly feet, kissed him from his ankles upwards.

When I got to his cock area I kissed and nibbled his ball sack, kissed the head of his cock and sucked it into my mouth, I sucked him for a few minutes, he started breathing heavily and he pushed my forehead away, just before he fired off. I kissed the rest of the way up his body, sliding my tits over his cock before moving up.

I slipped my knickers off and, still straddling his legs, I spread my own legs, I was an inch away from his cock as I started to masturbate myself. Ali was propping his upper body on his elbows as he watched me fingering myself and playing with my breasts with my free hand. I remembered Hamet's words, 'Relax and allow yourself to enjoy your orgasm.' I blasted off into orbit, I made a little spurt that splashed down over Ali's cock and balls and then I rolled on top of him and as I kissed him on his lips I was rubbing my soaking wet pussy all over his cock. I reached between us, lifted his cock away from his belly and then rolled my hips, swallowed his cock into my vagina.

I fucked him for ten minutes before he gasped and pushed my body away from his to relax the pressure in his cock. I rolled off of him and onto my back. I opened my legs into the splits again and he shuffled onto his knees and in between my legs, he was about to lower his upper body over mine when I remembered that Hamet had warned me that he would be using my bum hole next and as Ali was somewhat thinner and shorter than Hamet, I reached down behind my buttocks and pulled my bum open so he could see in my crack, I tapped my anal muscle, "You like it in here?"

He didn't answer of course, he just fell forward and rammed his cock up my bum. I was hoping that he was going to finish off in that hole so that I didn't have to tell him to wash his cock before changing his target but I didn't get the chance, he was pounding away and suddenly swapped holes without warning. The damage was done, his dirty cock was now in my vagina where he pounded his meat over the finishing line, filling my cunt with his dirty seed.

I lay on the bed as he dressed, I had a smile on my face and he kept grinning like a fool as he finished getting dressed.

I listened to Ali walking down the stairs and once the footsteps stopped I looked around the open doorframe and down the stairs, I was totally naked and I needed to run to the bathroom to wash myself out as quickly as I could. I spotted Ali and Hamet at the foot of the stairs, Ali had his wallet in his hand and was counting eight, five pound notes into Hamet's hand, the eighth note Ali waved towards the bedroom that I was in before placing it in Hamet's hand. I jumped the gap between the bedroom door and the passage and ran to the bathroom to wash my pussy out.

I was drying between my legs when I heard Hamet climbing the stairs, I jumped back into the bedroom about two feet in front of Hamet as he closed in on the landing at the top of the stairs. I ran over to the bed and started smoothing the bottom sheet to get it ready for use. Hamet pushed my head down and reached around my hips to pull my legs straight and in one fluid thrust his cock bulldozed into my bum.

Hamet wasn't making love to me, he was just getting himself off as fast as he could up my bum before backing away and allowing me to stand up again. We kissed standing at the side of the bed for a few moments before he apologised for just taking his pleasure, "I couldn't help myself, after Ali told me that you asked him to fuck you up your arse I just couldn't resist...pity though, I won't get hard again for an hour, that won't really leave me with enough time to make love to you properly before I have to go home."

I dropped a little, disappointment washed over me.

"Anyway, Ali told me that as far as he was concerned, you've finished your training, he was so impressed with you that he gave me five pounds to give to you, he said 'Give this to Sarah as a little present to add to the rest of your earnings to buy yourself something nice.' And he never normally gives presents."

"I can't take that, it would make me little more than a...what did he mean, the rest of my earnings?"

"Well, men pay me thirty-five pounds to fuck you and at the end of the day, you get ten pounds of that for every man you fuck...well, once your training is over and you start working from a house that is."

My jaw dropped open, the money that I'd just seen Ali paying to Hamet was payment to have sex with me. I took the five pound note, I reasoned that if I'd just been used as a prostitute, I may as well make something out of it.

Hamet kissed me again and fondled my breasts, I was so turned on before I got the disappointment that Hamet wouldn't be able to make love to me again today.

"You can go home now if you like, go home or stay here and rest until we have to leave...orrrrrr...I could call my brothers up and watch them fuck you, that would get me hard again before I have to leave for the afternoon."

Another kiss and he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

I was upset, I was disappointed but the difference between sex with Hamet and the others I'd had sex with was so totally different and mind blowing that I'd do anything for just one more fuck. I nodded my head, pulled away from Hamet and climbed on the bed and onto my back.

Hamet called out to his brothers in Pakistani and then he sat on the bed opposite to the one that I was lying on. I just lay there and let his older brother fuck me, his brother was very disappointed and complained to Hamet in Pakistani.

Hamet stood up and pulled his trousers on and then he turned towards the door to leave the bedroom, "Hamet, wait, where are you going?"

"I have work to do, I may as well go down and do that as what you are doing stands no chance of exciting me."

"Wait, I'll do better, I was just a little disappointed, that's all, please give me another chance."

Hamet returned to the bed he had been sitting on and I bucked my ideas up, I realised that Hamet's older brother had fucked me hard and I'd taken nothing at all from the experience, Hamet had told me earlier to take my own pleasure out of men because thay wouldn't give it to me.

I did everything that Hamet had taught me earlier and I invented a few things of my own to force my own pleasure out of Hamet's brother before letting him fuck me how men usually wanted to do it.

As his brother was finishing off I watched Hamet's cock stand to attention. Hamet and I were left alone in the bedroom and we spent close to an hour fucking, we did it every way up, even upside down, I lost track of the number of orgasms that Hamet gave me, or that I took from him. When Hamet had his own climax we lay there just kissing and cuddling fot ten minutes.

"When you said that I would have to work out of a house...what did you mean?"

My group have a number of houses in the London Road area of Kettering, we have other houses in Wellingborough, Peterborough and Luton. They are areas that men have visited for sex for a great many years, some would call them red light districts. I will offer you a permanent room if you guarantee to use it at least five days a week and work from five in the afternoon until eleven o'clock at night. You don't pay rent as such but you do have to earn the house at least a thousand pound a week to keep a room open for you."

I balked a little at that kind of workload that would entail, a thousand pounds at twenty-five pounds a time would be forty customers a week, 'Wait a darn-garn-minute, I'd already had sex five times today, I had sex eleven times yesterday so I'd done it sixteen times in just two days and it hadn't seemed in the least bit onerous, so forty times in five days wouldn't be a problem at all. it crossed my mind that the workload was probably all part of my training to be a sex worker, not just the sex and different things that I'd be expected to do.

"So, where will you put me and when?"

"I have an empty room in my house on Hawthorn Road, you can move into it as soon as you can commit to working forty men a week...if you think the time of day might be a problem you can start as a casual worker, there might be a room free or there might not be, casual girls often end up doing it in the customer's car or in a back alleyway, they don't get the full thirty-five pounds from the customer and they don't have any protection but they still have to pay to work the street."

I kissed Hamet and left the shop, I was going to walk to the bus stop and go home but I still had five hours before my father would get home, five hours of trying to find something to occupy myself. I changed my mind, I walked from the kebab shop around the back streets of Kettering, heading for Hawthorn Road.

I walked down Broadway, turned right into Headlands and stopped short of Hawthorn Road. A car slowed down and crawled past me as I stood just short of the corner, the driver looked me up and down, he smiled and then he drove on, turning left into Hawthorn Road.

I took a few more paces, I peered around the corner and stopped in my tracks. The first car parked in Hawthorn Road was my mother's car. I looked in the rear window, the clothes that she wore on her way into work that morning were neatly folded up on the back seat, there was also an overnight bag on the seat that was empty and had been left wide open to show there was nothing worth breaking into the car to steal.

I looked further along the street, there was a blond woman wearing a micro-mini skirt further along the road, she was wearing a low cut cropped top and high heeled boots. The car that slowed down so the driver could look at me closely had slowed again in front of the woman, she wriggled her upper body, shook her tits at the man and he stopped, she looked both ways before she bent forward and leaned in the front passenger window. I watched as the man eased the woman's breasts out of her top, she had no bra on and allowed him to play with her for a full minute before covering her breasts again and pull out of the car's window. Her blond hair caught on the window frame and slipped, she was wearing a long blond wig over ginger hair, my mother had ginger hair and suddenly I recognised her through the makeup.

My mother stepped into the car and the driver drove off. The car didn't go far, just a hundred yards or so. Midway between Garfield Street and Argyll Street there was a driveway down to some garages or workshops behind the houses on the left hand side of Hawthorn Road. The car turned left and drove behind the houses. I walked quickly down the road and followed the car down the driveway. I stood just ten feet away from the car and watched my mother strip naked and get in the back of the car with the man.

I was surprised when my mother and the man started fucking in the back seat of his car, I didn't think my mother liked sex, she and my father slept in different bedrooms at home, I'd never seen them kiss, she never showed my father any affection at all. she was certainly showing the man in the car affection, a lot of affection.

I slipped out of the alleyway before my mother and the man finished fucking. I walked the full length of Hawthorn Road, ten men approached me for sex during my walk and around a dozen cars drove past and slowed down to look at me. I couldn't believe just how many men were driving and walking around a side street in a small town like Kettering, looking for sex from a prostitute. I was really tempted to say yes to one man, I had a conversation with him before I made my excuses and walked away. I didn't have anywhere to go and I didn't want my mother stumbling across me servicing a customer in a back alley. I walked out onto London Road and headed for the bus station to catch my bus home, at least I'd eaten away another hour of my boredom and found out what my mother did on the nights that she was supposed to be at night school.

I looked back when I neared the police station, the man I'd chatted to was following me along London Road, he looked uncomfortable as I neared the police station so I stopped short, I stepped into a shop doorway and pretended to be looking at the window display. The man stepped in behind me, "Will you give me hand relief for ten pounds?"

I nodded my head, money changed hands and I masturbated him in the shop doorway as we kissed passionately and I got him off.

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