At the time it seemed like a dream; like something that wasn't really happening. Call it bad luck, fate, karma, or whatever you like. The truth is, Ellie Parker had no idea why events played out the way they did. Perhaps her growing desire to be seen caused her to move reality itself. All she knew was that for a few brief moments she felt a rush of adrenaline, the likes of which had never surged through her gorgeous twenty-two year old body before. To what lengths would a girl go to expose herself?

The pretty blond woman left her house that morning in a blue and white floral dress. The lovely garment caught her eye in a local boutique just the weekend before and while trying it on she realized it was perfect for wearing sans underwear. That day, knowing she would be grocery shopping and probably bumping into a few regulars from the dental practice she wore a full cup white lace bra; both prim and proper and surely what anyone would expect of Ellie Parker, the demure dental assistant. Although wearing a thong was an option she decided to go without any panties that day. Why hadn't she chosen even the skimpiest of thongs, she wondered? Things would surely have turned out much differently.

The village in which she lived boasted a busy high street, buzzing with activity on a Saturday morning. After having a quick coffee in a side street coffee shop she headed into the fruit and vegetable store and gathered together her weekly requirements. Ellie's head was buzzing from the caffeine and she felt wonderfully alert.

With both arms firmly nursing two brown paper bags she exited the shop and headed back to her car, parked just a little way down the street.

The dark clouds on the horizon were an ominous sign. A storm was brewing, she thought, as she smiled at a couple of elderly ladies, passing them sniffing daffodils outside Robinson's Florist. A strong wind was beginning to blow and she could feel her dress rustling a little, however thought little of it as she continued along the footpath. If anything, it felt good to be strolling down the street knowing that only the skimpiest of material covered her panty-less pussy.

Just as she passed by another popular coffee shop Ellie spotted a familiar face. It was her boss, Doctor Renault. The aging dentist was a lovely man; a good husband that was forever faithful to his wife. He was the proud father of two successful children. His son, Brendan, was away at University in England, while his daughter, Sara, had been voted school captain that year. Ellie had met Sara on several occasions and was admittedly charmed by her lovely facial features and gorgeous teenage body.

That morning Doctor Renault was sipping coffee with the town mayor, Mister Cleveland. The two gentlemen were arguably the most respected in the community, so Ellie felt a pang of importance in her stomach when she smiled at them both and walked up and said hello.

"Grocery day, Ellie?" Doctor Renault smiled, looking up from his freshly made cappuccino and noticing her lovely floral dress. He crossed his legs under the table turning his body in her direction. "Ellie works as my assistant in the practice," he remarked glancing over the table at his long time friend.

"Ellie, this is Donald Cleveland, the town Mayor."

"Pleased to meet you Mister Cleveland." Ellie smiled with her usual warm greeting. If the truth be told, she felt a little flustered meeting such an esteemed member of the community.

Mister Cleveland couldn't help but notice how striking Ellie's pretty face looked. As he followed her flowing dress down with his eyes he found the curves of her body were perfectly agreeable as well. The lovely blond had no problem drawing masculine attention, however her shy innocence prevented her from truly appreciating how lovely she looked in their eyes. Although her boss was always as professional as could be, today both men inherently noticed her intriguing sexual allure. Of course, Ellie felt wonderful in her new dress, however the fact that she was wearing no panties gave her an appealing air that suggested she had a secret, something she didn't want anyone else to know, lest they think less of her. They had no idea that under her dress her tender honeypot was perfectly bare and swimming in a sea of sweet sensations.

"Likewise, Ellie, I errr..." Mister Cleveland leaned forward and realized he couldn't shake Ellie's hand; she was tied up, clutching her brown paper bags by her sides. "Do you need a hand with those?" he offered, revealing his kind gentlemanly, if not old-fashioned, nature.

"They're not too heavy," Ellie smiled, "besides the car's just down there," she nodded in the direction of her VW Golf, a little way down the street. "Those clouds are certainly looking dark out there," she frowned motioning to the large grey forms building on the horizon.

"Well, we can always do with the rain," Mister Cleveland smiled.

The wind was now picking up noticeably and Ellie was aware she could feel a gentle draft drifting up between her legs and cooling her nude pudenda. The breeze felt wonderful as it licked at her most personal body parts, and she had to be careful not to squirm too much on her feet, fearing it would somehow draw the men's attention to that part of her body.

"So what do you have planned for today, Doctor Renault?" Ellie asked. It was a question she would later regret asking. Why hadn't she just kept on going?

"Well, we were about to head out to the countryside course for a few holes, but by the looks of that storm headed this way, we might be lucky to make it past the first. "What about you, dear?" Doctor Renault politely returned her question. He always called her dear -- it certainly helped keep their work relationship quite simple for Doctor Renault didn't dare look at his young assistant with any sense of lechery. True, she was beautiful and very, very sexy, however he didn't like the thought of ogling one of his staff. He had principals after all, and respect for young ladies such as Ellie Parker was one of his highest priorities. He couldn't imagine looking at her that way, let alone indulging in fantasizing about her sexually.

"I just have a few errands to run, and then," Ellie paused and her beaming smile suddenly disappeared from her face.

Her heart raced as she felt a draft licking at her ankles, and swirling its way around her slender calves and up against her inner thighs. A current of wind rushing down the street had found its way under her dress. Her words were cut short as an upward draft violently tore at the soft blue and white material of her lovely, flowing summer dress. It was threatening to uncover her; to reveal everything!

A look of concern raced across her face as she felt the hem of her dress flapping about in front of her. She knew that it meant only one thing -- the lower half of her body was about to be exposed. With both her arms holding her grocery bags, Ellie desperately prayed the wind would calm, but on the contrary it only raged harder. Several plastic bags blew down the street behind her, and just when she thought it would pass by, her dress lifted high in front of her and both men instinctively looked down to see what was being offered for their viewing pleasure.

"Oh God, I errr!" Ellie gasped, realizing what the men could see.

Concern turned to complete and utter disbelief as she tried to somehow cover herself. It was in vain, though. Her dress had lifted right up and caught on one of the bags of groceries. Her pussy was completely revealed and there was absolutely nothing she could do to cover its naked beauty!

In that moment time seemed to stand still, and for what seemed like en eternity to Ellie, both men stared at the explicitly delicious treat that lay disclosed between the beautiful blond's lovely long legs. The vision of Doctor Renault's gorgeous young assistant suddenly laid bare was utterly enticing. Ellie's inner labia sat clear and distinct between the fleshy, prominent bulbs of her bare vulva. Just the night before she had carefully shaved the entire face of her sex, leaving just a small triangle of fluffy, brown hair at its peak. Now she watched in horror as both men stared at the full rounded lips of her clean-shaven cunt, unable to contain the lovely, large folds of skin that emerged unashamedly from within.

'Fuck! My pussy! They can see my pussy! Fuck, I need to... What the!' her mind cried out.

Ellie's face blushed red with embarrassment as she struggled to free her dress. It wouldn't budge though, and now not only were her boss and the Mayor staring at her naked cunt, but some of the other patrons had also noticed her predicament. One woman's mouth dropped open as her eyes fell upon Ellie's naked love lips. Her husband grinned with joy at being given unprecedented access to the most beautiful sexual organs he had ever seen.

Ellie had no choice but to put the grocery bags down. She could only do that by squatting. However, in her haste the stunning blond didn't think what that might possibly reveal. As she lowered the bags down beside her, her long legs drew open in front, and her gorgeous flower petals parted in the most wonderfully wicked way. Her outer labia literally unfurled in front of her and both Doctor Renault and Mister Cleveland were granted a brief, yet certain viewing of the lovely inner walls of her silky sweet chasm. The oval shape of her vaginal opening was clearly visible and looking down between her legs, Ellie realized they could see absolutely everything.

'Oh fuck, my! They can see... Oh God no! My pussy!' her mind squealed.

With the bags sitting beside her, Ellie was able to pull her dress back down, however she was in no doubt as to what the men had seen. The wind had given them indisputable visual access to her most cherished pink parts and now they both knew exactly what she looked like 'down there'. They were aware that she shaved her pussy and that she had prominent inner petals that protruded clearly from the lips of her well rounded vulva. They had been spared absolutely no detail in what they saw. An image of Ellie Parker's naked honeypot was now etched deep within their minds!

Ellie felt faint but managed to compose herself. Grasping her shopping bags, the blushing blond hastily made her way back to the car. Both men looked as though they had seen a ghost. Had it really happened? Had they really seen what they thought they had? Disbelief turned to unqualified approval and appreciation for what had just transpired, and both men nodded at each other, thoroughly thrilled by what they had witnessed.

Ellie was in tears as she drove home, feeling completely humiliated and ashamed by what her carelessness had revealed. How could she have been so silly as to leave home without her panties? How could she possibly face her boss again after today?

Epilogue:

Ellie Parker awoke at 3am on Sunday morning. The flashes of lightning and rumbling of thunder outside her bedroom window had brought her out of a deep, satisfying sleep. Sitting up in bed, the sheet fell from her naked torso and a flash of lightning revealed her wonderful thick nipples. They were erect on the face of her milky white cones -- begging for attention. The events of the previous day replayed in Ellie's mind and she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs. As she thought more and more of what transpired the incident played out over and over in her head. Her pussy was absolutely saturated with desire. At the time she had been utterly horrified of being exposed in such a distressing way, however now in the loneliness of her bed she began to feel the excitement of what had played out. Her pussy was beautiful -- far too beautiful to keep covered without any appreciation. Perhaps having it unveiled in such a humiliating fashion hadn't been so bad after all, she mused. What if it happened again? What if she let Doctor Renault catch her changing at work? Her mind filled with wickedly sexy thoughts as she imagined her boss ogling her jutting, ripe fruit, and again staring at her lovely, blossoming flower.

"Oh fuck yes," she sighed.

Ellie teased her clitoris, pleasuring her bud until her body exploded in an intense array of joyous sensations.

"Look!" she squealed as her body fell into an orgasm, taking her to a place where being exposed was nothing to be ashamed of, rather something to love and cherish. What an opportunity she had been given. To allow a couple of very nice gentlemen to adore her beautiful, gaping flower!

When the pleasure subsided she slept again and knew no more.

My orgasm at the hands of the Inman was so intense I was rung out by it - it had touched every bit of my body in such a wave of delicious pleasure I just wanted to lay there and ride it. I was in such a daze of warm contentment that I didn't really register it when the Inman, sweating and still breathing heavily, pulled his softening cock out of my used pussy.

I can remember the unwelcome feeling of emptiness in my pussy and that I let out a protesting little moan. I stayed bent over the table while I heard the three men talking. No one seemed to take any notice of me but that didn't seem to matter. Even in my stupor I felt a wet trickle down my inner thigh - I smiled dirtily at the thought - how must I look now? Naked and bent over this dirty table while an old man's cum oozes out of my well-fucked teenaged pussy? I smiled and clenched my pussy muscles and felt another stream of cum ooze out of me.

A soft knock sounded at the door but I didn't really understand what it was. I heard it open and then voices and footsteps. I heard hushed voices behind me and the flash of a camera. A fleeting moment of concern intruded on my contented mind before I remembered I was wearing my mask. For some reason that made me feel completely safe and I remember pushing my bottom up suggestively and smiling when I heard appreciative murmurs. More flashes came thick and fast.

I must have passed out properly then because the next thing I remember is a strange feeling of being pushed and pulled. I know the feeling was very pleasurable and so I just stayed like it for a while. Then, laughing and voices intruded on me. I slowly opened my eyes and was confused - everything was on its side and moving back and forth. With ridiculous naivety given what I had just gone through it took a good thirty seconds to realise what was happening. I was still bent over the table and someone was fucking me!

I did my best to look around but I suddenly felt a hand grab my head and turn it forcefully back round. Why would Mustafa or Abdullah want to hide their face? The realisation that this was yet another strange man hit and a moment of indignation came over me - this man had taken advantage of me, he was fucking me without my consent and yet he wasn't willing to show me his face? I tried to push myself up but strong hands pushed me back down.

I felt myself being squashed against the dirty table, my naked breasts flattening unwilling against the cold surface. I was helpless - still bent over with my legs spread wide apart. The man behind me was enthusiastically pounding away at me, making animalistic grunting sounds with every thrust. Between my legs I could feel his cock as it slipped unopposed into my pussy. Lubricated by my own juices and the Inman's copious seed my pussy was now slippery and unresisting.

From behind I heard voices - was that Abdullah? He was talking in that foreign language again but it was obvious he was trying to encourage whoever it was who was fucking me. Shouts and hoots accompanied every thrust. Shame swept over me and any lingering horniness fled. A complete stranger was fucking me, had his cock deep inside my pussy, and I could not do a thing about it. My traitorous pussy had shown me up for what I was, a cheap slut, and now it was getting what it seemed to want so much - being used in a degrading way. With my horniness gone I just buried my face and hoped it would be over soon.

With my naked teenage body and slick pussy it didn't take long for the man fucking me to come. Grasping tightly to my hips he pushed his cock hard into my yielding pussy and held himself there whilst I received another load of cum. Above me he moaned in pleasure and I felt his cock twitch inside me - depositing his sticky load up against my womb.

Cheers erupted from behind me and it was then I realised there were more men there than I had thought - fear gripped me. I felt the man who had so casually used me straighten and his cock flop out of my well used pussy - it was soon followed by a steady trickle of cum which dropped to the floor between my legs - a humiliating cheer went up and shame again coursed through me.

I suddenly realised that that had been the first time I had had sex, other than with Craig, where I hadn't come. Even the degrading sex with the Inman, or probably because of it, I had undeniably enjoyed. I had never felt more used.

I felt the man move back and tried to stand up. I was too slow though and I felt new hands push against my back forcing me back onto the table - squashing my breasts. Within what seemed like seconds another cock was at my pussy's entrance - it slid inside me to the hilt without any resistance at all and I felt myself filled by yet another strange cock.

The new man quickly began fucking his cock into me followed by cheers of encouragement. Somewhere in the back ground I heard the front door open and then close. Was that the first man leaving or someone else arriving? I shuddered as the man behind me continued to fuck my slick pussy - forcing it to make wet squishing noises to much amusement in the crowd of men watching.

I felt so humiliated - I had willing put myself in a position where I was being used by strangers, I had sacrificed my body and my dignity and behaved like nothing short of a cheap whore. And what was worse I had done all of it whilst being watched - like some porn actress.

That's when I felt that little warmth start somewhere deep inside me and I knew I was getting turned on again. What a slut I am I thought to myself. But such thoughts quickly faded as my orgasm built. The man continued to thrust into me with hard strokes and I found myself responding with lustful groans and by thrusting my slim hips back at him.

Approving cheers from the onlookers made me feel like the dirtiest slut alive and also drove my horniness to new heights. I screamed with pleasure as my orgasm hit and screwed my eyes up as the pleasure flooded through me. Then suddenly something was prodding my mouth. I looked up from my post-orgasm high to find a hard cock and a hairy set of pubic hair just inches from my face. Another man had taken the opportunity to try to stick his cock in my mouth.

I didn't hesitate and opened my mouth to let his cock in and then clamped my lips around his brown shaft. An appreciative groan from above me suggested I was doing something right. Behind me the man fucking me was still pounding away at my slippery pussy and I felt another orgasm begin to build deep inside my young body.

Within no time the man I was sucking stiffened and held my head tightly as he pumped his disgusting tasting cum into my mouth. Now lost in a haze of lust I just swallowed it down, revelling in its slimy feeling as it went down my throat. Behind me I heard a grunt as the man fucking me became the third in less than half an hour to cum inside my pussy.

After that things became an indistinguishable blur of cocks and cum. I know I was lifted up and taken into one of the bedrooms before being deposited on a dirty mattress on the floor. I know a fat man then fucked me whilst I lay on my back with my legs spread, his sweaty body crushing me as he used my pussy. I know the other men stood around and watched as the fat man ground away at my helpless body, their phones out videoing the whole thing.

After that I remember being put on all fours and being fucked by, or sucking off, man after man until there was no way I could not say how many had used me. I also know that during my gangbang I felt a man pull his cock out of my now loose and cum filled pussy, and put it at the entrance to my arse. I remember suddenly being scared but then relieved when Abdullah shouted at him angrily to stop.

But what I remembered most was the seemingly endless train of earth shattering orgasms I had. I had given myself over to these men's base needs and willing been a cheap slut for them, but my reward was a series of orgasms that made me scream with dirty pleasure. I was a wanton whore and by the end of it I had fucked or sucked every man there, some of them more than once.

As the last man shot his cum into my pussy I lay in an orgasmic stupor on that filthy mattress. I had no dignity left and let my legs flop open to display my now gaping, cum filled pussy, to all. I was covered with cum and my pussy felt as though I had fucked an elephant but I was in a world of utter contentment. More flashes went off as the men closed in to get close ups of my ravaged teenage body. I fell into a blissful sleep.

Too soon I felt someone trying to rouse me and I opened my eyes to see Abdullah standing above me. He was nudging me with his foot and had a leering grin plastered over his face.

"Girlie get up now." He said uncaringly before walking off.

Behind him Mustafa was standing with a towel that looked like it hadn't been washed in months over his arm. He thrust it at me.

"Girlie wash up now. Get clean before your Dad come."

I sat up with a start - what time was it? I looked at his wrist where his watch clearly showed I had only 20 minutes before my Dad would be there to pick me up.

Shame flushed my face red as the thought of my Dad brought my other life, my real life, crashing back down. I stood up quickly and nearly fell over - my legs were like jelly. I was suddenly aware of my nakedness and the thick layer of cum coating my body - it amazed me that I was suddenly embarrassed in front of him. I covered my breasts and pussy with my hands.

He thrust the towel at me again. I grabbed it and he showed me the bathroom. As I could have predicted it was filthy and smelt terrible but I had no choice. I ran the shower and soon realised there was no hot water - but I had no choice and plunged myself under the cold stream. Making use of the cracked and dirty bar of soap I washed myself as best I could but, try as I might, I couldn't stem the steady trickle of cum that dribbled out of my abused pussy. I couldn't wait any longer and stepped out of the shower and used the towel to dry myself. I didn't feel any cleaner.

Still trying to cover my nakedness with my hands I went into the kitchen where both of them sat looking at a laptop. Looking around for my clothes I eventually found them in a corner. I grabbed my skirt and pulled it up over my protesting hips. I then picked up my once white knickers and almost gagged - they were a soggy mess and had dark curly hairs all over them - the men had obviously used them to clean themselves after they had fucked me. I only hesitated for a moment before stepping into them and pulling them up - I couldn't risk leaving a stain on the car seat - they were cold and damp.

I couldn't find my bra anywhere but found my white tee-shirt in another corner, it wasn't white anymore. I looked around but in the end had no choice and pulled it over my head and my naked breasts.

Thankfully, Mustafa then took me back down to the kebab shop. He hadn't opened it all night but I doubt he had lost any money! Within what seemed like a couple of seconds I saw a car pull up outside, it was my Dad. Without looking back I hurried out to him.

Pulling open the door I was startled to see my little sister had once again come along for the ride. God she was annoying. I got in the front next to my Dad and he quickly pulled away.

"Wow." He said after only a couple of seconds. "You smell awful."

"It was a busy night." I said quickly.

"Yeah." He said dismissively, "Well you smell like fish or something."

I felt my face flush with shame.

"Do they serve fish there, then?" My sister helpfully asked.

"No." I said angrily.

She sat back in her seat. "Strange." She said but luckily my Dad didn't pursue it.

Thankfully, we got home quickly and I almost jumped out of the car. I was out of my filthy clothes and under a nice hot shower in no time. I must have spent an hour in there, washing myself and washing again, until I felt just a bit cleaner.

I went into my bedroom and crashed down on the bed but sleep wouldn't come. I couldn't help replaying the sordid events of that night in my mind. Shame and guilt over how I had behaved swept over me. I had been nothing but a cock hungry slut tonight, I had willing submitted to degrading sex with faceless men and had cum again and again.

I wasn't surprised when I felt heat bloom between my legs. My hand moved down without volition. Sharp pain greeted it - god I was so sore! But that wasn't really a surprise given how many men had fucked my pussy. I did my best to resist but in the end I masturbated myself to yet another orgasm.

Finally I was exhausted and satisfied enough to sleep but before I slipped off one thought jumped into my mind. Mustafa and Abdullah had been looking at a laptop when I was getting dressed into my filthy clothes and I could have sworn they were looking at the same site I had seen my Dad looking at earlier! What could it have been?

I woke early the next day unable to sleep through trepidation and fear. After laying there for a while I got up and turned on my laptop. I wanted to be prepared for today and so I thought a little research was in order. Typing submissive into Google quickly lead me from definitions to pictures - graphic ones. Shying away from the more extreme examples I quickly found a few which made me squeeze my legs together in excitement. Could I go through with my plan? Was this really what I wanted? I mulled it over until it was time to get showered and off to school.

As it was a Wednesday I had a free period after lunch and that suited my plans perfectly. I sat in my biology class doing my best to concentrate, it was only two months until my A-level exams which would determine the university I got in to, but it was very hard. I kept looking at the clock until finally the bell for lunch rang. I made an excuse to my friends and walked quickly out of the school grounds and towards the high street and Mustafa's takeaway.

When I got there the takeaway was closed but that didn't surprise me as there wasn't much business for kebabs during the daytime. I knew that Mustafa lived in a flat above the takeaway so I made my way down the narrow, dark passage which ran down the side of the building. Once at the back I found myself in an alleyway which connected the backs of all the shops - it was filled with uncollected rubbish and old boxes and it smelt like urine and rotting food. Holding my nose I made my way to the bottom of some rusty iron stairs which lead up to the first floor of the takeaway building. I hesitated for a moment before, stealing myself, I climbed them slowly until I was standing in front of the door to Mustafa's flat.

From inside I could hear loud music playing. There wasn't a bell so I knocked and waited. Nothing happened and I almost turned around but I managed to suppress my nerves and knocked again, harder. The music stopped and I heard voices. This time I really did almost run back down the stairs but then I heard one of the voices laugh - a smug, annoying laugh - Abdullah! Good I thought, suddenly brave, both of them are here - they're both just as involved and I could tell them both exactly what I thought.

Through the grimy little window in the door I saw a figure approach and then the door was swinging open. Mustafa was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a filthy, once white, vest. For a second he didn't recognise me - I suppose because of my school uniform - but when he eventually did I saw a look of fear come over his face and his eyes flick nervously over my shoulder - as if he was looking to see if I was with someone else.

He was scared! The realisation hit me suddenly. He thought I had told someone - maybe my parents or even the police. He was frightened that I had lead them to him - suddenly I felt kind of powerful. However, his normal smug expression quickly returned.

"Girly like our little video? Girly come for some more?" He said.

"I've come to talk Mustafa." I said firmly.

He just smiled and opened the door wider. He didn't move back very far forcing me to brush closely against him as I stepped inside. From that distance I could smell his filthy body - stale sweat and cigarettes - but then I felt the beginnings of heat blossom from between my legs.

Mustafa guided me through his small flat and into his kitchen. It was just as I had expected - filthy and smelly. Old food containers and beer cans littered the floor, the curtains were drawn and the whole place was dingy and stale. As I entered the kitchen I saw Abdullah at a small table, an overflowing ash tray in front of him.

I watched as his face was transformed by an evil, knowing smile when he saw me. His eyes ran slowly up and down my body - taking in my uniform.

"Girly come back for more, eh?" He said smugly. "She only like proper cock now." He laughed as he grabbed his crotch.

Mustafa moved past me and sat down next to Abdullah. I stood and looked at them - what disgusting men they were - old, fat and filthy - and I had let them have sex with me, had let them take my precious virginity, had let them soil my pussy with their sticky seed. My pussy gave a lurch which just confirmed my already pretty firm suspicions - I wanted this and wanted it a lot!

"I saw your video." I said. Pleased with how my voice sounded steady and firm.

"It's a good one, no? We thinking about showing our friends." Said Abdullah, threateningly.

"No, you won't be doing that." I said. They looked a little surprised.

"Maybe, maybe not." Said Mustafa. "It depend on what you do for us."

"I know you think you've got me over a barrel," I began my prepared speech, "but you haven't."

Mustafa started to say something but I raised my hand and he stopped - my confidence grew, I was in control here.

"You made a mistake, you see. You've broken the law and I have evidence." I reached into my bag and put a piece of paper on the table in front of them. On it was a screen capture from the video clearly showing their message to me.

See you on Thursday little whore or we put this on the Internet.

"Now I know you think I won't go to the police because I'd be too scared you'd put the video on the Internet, but you're wrong." My voice was confident. "I would and I'd say you forced me."

"They not believe, video shows you wanted it." Said Abdullah in a satisfyingly worried and defensive tone.

"It does." I agreed, nodding. "But it is also very obvious you blanked out the parts when I asked you to stop. Plus, I will say I pretended to enjoy it because I was scared you would hurt me." I paused, relishing their looks of confusion. "Now, think carefully, who are the police going to believe - me, an innocent, white girl or," I paused again. "you two."

I waited for them to fully realise the implication of what I had just said. They knew only too well how our predominantly white police force dealt with Asians, let alone ones accused of sexually abusing a white girl like me.

I almost laughed at the looks of defeat on their faces.

"But," I began again, more brightly. "That doesn't have to happen." They looked up at me, hopefully now. "I have a proposal."

I took a breath - I had got myself off the hook with them, I could leave now and be confident I'd never hear from them again, did I really want to take this next step?

"I have to admit that I did enjoy myself." They looked at me in confusion. "I liked it when you did those things to me." I explained and suddenly small grins returned to their faces.

"Girlie like being fucked by us, eh." Said Abdullah.

I nodded slowly, embarrassed and with a reddening face. "Yes, I did like it."

"You want more." Said Mustafa, "Want your little pussy filled again."

I felt my pussy spasm at his words and the heat intensify.

I hesitated and then finally said, "Yes, I would like to do it again but there are going to be rules." They both laughed at my admission and didn't seem to hear that last bit.

More firmly I said, "And if you don't follow the rules I will take that video to the police." They looked serious again. "Understood?" They nodded.

"This is how it's going to work - I'll keep coming to work at the takeaway, and you'll keep paying me, but I will let you do it to me again." They both started to look very excited. "If at any time I decide I don't want to do something, something sexual with you, then I won't and that'll be that. Understand?" Again they nodded. "And when I decide to stop coming here you won't complain or ever try to blackmail me."

"It's good deal." Said Mustafa eagerly. "Both get what we want."

I could see Mustafa was just glad he wasn't going to get in trouble and could continue having sex with me but Abdullah had a calculating look on his face.

"I agree too." He said, "But would like a couple of things."

"What things?" I asked suspiciously.

"We have a few," He paused, "friends we would like you to meet."

Oh god, I thought, they want to pimp me out, let their friends fuck me too. No doubt they would be the big men in their circle of friends if they could boast about not only fucking a young white girl like me but also lending me out at will. But then the thought of being lent to other men to fuck suddenly made my pussy twitch and I felt myself getting wet. I imagined myself having sex with faceless, nameless, men. My body being used to satisfy their lust and then discarded - how humiliating and degrading but how amazingly horny!

I felt myself nod and then quietly say, "Ok."

Abdullah smiled evilly.

But then I had a worrying thought - if I let other men fucked me I couldn't be certain pictures or another video wouldn't be taken. Suddenly, the solution popped into my head.

"But I will wear a mask." I gestured across my eyes to indicate a little mask - like the ones you use to help you get to sleep on planes. "I don't want anyone to be able to recognise me."

"Deal!" Said Abdullah, slapping his hand on the table. "We drink to it!"

With that they both stood and Mustafa produced three shot glasses and a bottle of what looked like vodka. He poured out three measures and gave one to both Abdullah and me. I looked at it uncertainly, I didn't like alcohol at the best of times and this looked like it might be very strong. They came around the table and clinked my glass before knocking their drinks back. They looked at me expectantly - it seemed important to seal our agreement and so I raised the glass and quickly swallowed the bitter liquid. I coughed and they both laughed.

Mustafa came closer to me then and I could smell his sweat again.

"How about a little something for old Mustafa now." He said, quite softly.

I looked up at him, did he want me to do something sexual with him now?

"I can't." I said, suddenly unsure of myself again. "I have to be back at school in thirty minutes."

"I be quick." He said and moved even closer to me until we were almost touching. Then he reached up and put a hand on each of my shoulders and began to gently push down. I was confused, what did he want me to do? The pressure on my shoulders increased a little and then I realised what he wanted - he was trying to force me down onto my knees so I could give him a blow job!

My pussy spasmed again and I knew I must be very wet. Could I do it? Could I really let him put his old, dirty cock in my mouth? Another spasm told me that was exactly what my body wanted me to do. Slowly, I allowed his hands to push me lower, my knees bent and I slumped onto them. In front of me was Mustafa's crotch, his stained track suit bottoms covering what was obviously a large erection.

I reached up and took hold of his waist band and slowly tugged it down. First his beer belly and then his thick, black pubic hair came into sight before, finally, his rigid cock sprang out to point directly at my face. I was fascinated by the sight of it - it was long and very thick and covered in bulging veins. But it was its head that really intrigued and revolted me - it was bulbous and angry looking, it seemed to pulse and strain as if eager. Eager to penetrate, to conquer, to fuck. God, this was the cock that had taken my virginity, the first to penetrate my body and the first to cum inside me.

Without even meaning to I felt myself lean forward, open my lips, and take his cock into my mouth. It was so big - I had to really pry my jaws apart to fit it in. I ran my tongue over that angry, bulbous head - it was smooth and hot. Above me I heard Mustafa moan. My mouth filled with the rancid taste of his unwashed member. My lips closed tightly around his shaft and, taking hold of my head, Mustafa began to slowly push his hips forwards and backwards - his hard cock sliding into and out of my mouth.

On my knees in front of Mustafa with his dirty old cock in my mouth I was lost in a world of lust. I felt so dirty and being on my knees while he stood somehow made it even hornier - like I was submitting to him, like I was his slave. Mustafa increased his rhythm and I felt his cock sliding further into my mouth, lubricated by my saliva, until it started to hit the back of my throat. It was unpleasant at first and I wanted to gag but after a while I grew used to it. His course pubic hair seemed to be getting closer to my face with each gently thrust until finally I managed to relax enough that his whole cock disappeared inside my mouth and I buried my nose in his black hair. Above me I heard him groan appreciatively.

It was then I felt Abdullah's hands on me. In my lust I had completely forgotten he was there too! His large hands grasped me about my waist and started to pull me up. Mustafa's grip on my head tightened a bit as I felt myself pulled upwards until I was standing again but bent right over so Mustafa could still thrust his cock into my mouth. The next thing I knew Abdullah had his foot between mine and was gently kicking them apart. It was then that I realised what he intended and it was not long before I heard his flies being opened. Quickly he lifted my short, pleated school skirt over my hips and onto my back. My white knickers were all that now stood between his cock and my aching hot pussy.

Abdullah ran his fingers over my sopping wet gusset and up between my pussy lips. I moaned with ecstasy - the sound coming out as a muffled squeal with my lips clamped tightly around Mustafa's hard shaft. With two fingers Abdullah pulled my wet gusset to one side and, without any pause, pushed his hard cock at my very ready pussy lips. I felt them part to allow his cock entry to my pussy, my ample lubrication easing his way. With constant pressure he eased himself into me, inch after inch, until at last I felt his pubic hair against my bottom and I knew he was in me to the hilt of his long cock.

Sandwiched between them I was in a hazy world of degradation and lust. Still in my school uniform I must have looked such a little slut - two old men had their hard cocks inside my young body at the same time. A memory of my morning's research came back to me suddenly - this was called being spit-roast! That was perfect, I thought with another wave of dirty pleasure, I am just a piece of meat these two fat old men are using.

Abdullah quickly got into a rhythm which, after a couple of attempts, seemed to coincide with Mustafa's. I felt myself rocking back and forth between them - one cock entering me as the other withdrew. I felt so dirty - my legs spread wide with a cock shoved deep inside my pussy while another one was filling my mouth.

I felt my orgasm start to build and I knew it was going to be the best one yet. In front and behind me I could tell both men were nearing theirs too. God, please don't come before me, I thought, but I needn't have worried because at that moment my orgasm hit me like a tsunami of pleasure. I know I screamed but with Mustafa's cock stuffed in my mouth it was quite muffled. Waves of intense pleasure rippled out from my well filled pussy. Behind me I felt Abdullah stiffen and then his cock exploded inside my pussy - I imagined the copious amounts of sticky white seed I'd seen on the video now being squirted deep inside my pussy. Just the thought of it made my pussy contract with dirty pleasure.

Then Mustafa jerked and held my head close to him. Deep inside my mouth his cock fountained out his slimy seed. It quickly filled my mouth with a horrible salty taste but the feeling of the filthy, sticky goo was even worse. Despite that, however, I felt myself seal my lips around his cock and swallow. What a deliciously degrading feeling - to be voluntarily taking that disgusting, sticky liquid into my body. Another jerk from Mustafa and my mouth filled again - again I swallowed. He did that twice more and then was spent. He pulled his softening cock out of my mouth.

Behind me Abdullah held himself deep inside me for a few seconds longer - enjoying the sensation of my tight, young pussy around his cock. Finally, though, he let his cock slip out of me. The gusset of my knickers snapped back into place - covering my well fucked pussy. I stood up shakily and saw both men looking at me - a look of triumph and, strangely, a little awe on their faces. I smoothed my clothes down and glanced at my watch - I had ten minutes to get back to school and it was a ten minute walk.

I turned to walk to the door but Abdullah grabbed my wrist.

"Thank you girly." He said, unexpectedly. "That was good."

"Yes," I said, a bit dreamily. "It was very good. See you Thursday."

Mustafa was waiting at the end of the hall with the door open, he too looked a little shocked. I moved past him, down the stairs and then walked briskly back to school. I made it with seconds to spare. I sat down next to my friend for our most boring lesson - double maths. It was then I felt Abdullah's cum start to run out of me - the sticky white fluid quickly pooling between my legs, trapped by my knickers. I tried not to but I couldn't help squirming about as I felt more and more cum ooze out of me.

The lesson seemed to last forever but finally the bell went and I almost sprinted to the girl's toilets. Locked in a cubicle I pulled my knickers down - my hairless pussy was a mess of white cum, my still puffy lips were coated with it and my entrance seemed plugged with a huge, sticky lump of it.

I cleaned myself up as best I could but it seemed every time I wiped the cum away more oozed from my pussy. Outside the cubicle I could hear other girls coming and going and I hoped no one would notice how long I was taking.

Disgusted and yet amazingly horny I found myself inserting my middle finger into my slippery pussy hole. I pulled it out and held it up - it was covered in Abdullah's thick cum - involuntarily I slowly put my finger in my mouth, closed my lips and sucked. That nasty taste filled my mouth again and I revelled in the dirty feelings that came over me. Almost without noticing my other hand was now between my legs and rubbing my slimy clitoris - it took only a few seconds for me to cum, biting my lower lip hard not to squeal with pleasure and alert the girls outside.

Slowly recovering I pulled my soaking wet knickers back up. Outside the cubicle other girls were milling about and talking. I went over to the basins, washed my hands and then smoothed my hair and clothes back into some sort of order. The last lesson passed quickly but again I couldn't concentrate - my mind kept going over what I had done and the deal I had made, but most of all, the pleasure I had experienced. With a shudder of fear and excitement I remembered that tomorrow was Thursday!

I slept fitfully that night -- my feelings about what had happened with Doctor Hadfield and what he'd said kept flashing through my head. I was so confused -- the good-girl side of me rejected utterly the idea that I could be someone that enjoyed that sort of sex. But at the same time I could feel my pussy twitch every time I thought about what I had done.

I woke feeling both ashamed and desperately horny. I felt so tempted to let my hand wonder between my legs but resisted -- I was not that sort of girl, I was a normal eighteen year old with normal desires. Besides how could I know that normal sex wasn't what I wanted when I'd never done it? As I walked to school I came to a decision -- tonight I would seduce Craig and prove to myself I was normal.

I texted him that minute -- I love you Craig and have decided tonight is the night we do it. I'm ready -- are you?

I wasn't surprised by his quick response -- Definitely! Come over to my place, my parents are out until late.

I giggled at his enthusiasm -- Ok, see you around 7

That day I couldn't really concentrate on school -- I felt so naughty knowing that I would be having sex with Craig that night. But it felt kind of right too -- this was what teenagers did and there was nothing to be ashamed of -- I could tell my friends and not feel embarrassed.

After school I showered, put on my best underwear and then my normal jeans and tee-shirt. I grabbed my school bag and told my mum I was going to Craig's to study -- something I often did.

When I arrived he pulled open the door without me even knocking -- he looked excited and nervous and I suppose I did too. Between my legs my pussy spasmed -- I was horny for him and I felt relieved that I was.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I replied but that was it. The next thing I knew I had grabbed him and was kissing him hard on the lips. He managed to close the door and we worked our way upstairs to his bedroom while still kissing.

I got onto his bed and pulled off my tee-shirt to reveal my bra and my pert, teenaged breasts. His eyes bulged. His face had gone red and he was breathing hard. He pulled his shirt off quickly and then his jeans. I looked down and could see his cock, already hard, making a little tent of his boxer shorts. A moment of disappointment came over me -- his cock looked quite small. I pushed those thoughts away -- maybe it would get bigger as we went on.

I pulled off my jeans too and then he said, "Let's get under the covers."

I was a bit confused but I understood he was a bit embarrassed -- unlike me this was his first time. Once under the duvet we yanked at each other's underwear until finally we were both naked. He quickly grabbed my breasts and squeezed them softly. I moaned a little and he looked up, concerned.

"Am I hurting you?" He said worriedly.

"No," I said, "It's nice."

"Oh, ok."

He moved his hand down to my pussy and I let my legs fall apart slightly.

"You don't have any hair down there!" He said, startled.

"I know." I said, "Do you like it?"

"Ummm...I guess so." He sounded unconvincing and now looked worried again. This was not how I had imagined it.

I reached down and took hold of his cock and couldn't help feeling crest-fallen. It was about four inches long and quite thin. Craig gasped, a look of pleasure on his face.

Between my legs he started to rub my, by now, wet pussy. His fingers prodded and poked but seemed to miss both my entrance and my clitoris. I felt frustration welling up in me so I grabbed his hand and put his fingers on my clitoris.

"There." I said. "Rub me there."

He managed it for a couple of seconds but then lost it and was prodding and poking again. In the end I just said. "Let's do it."

"Ok." He said excitedly. "I've got a condom I bought today."

For a second I almost said not to worry, that I was on the pill now, but for some reason I didn't.

"Great, I said."

He fumbled around with the condom for what felt like five minutes before he finally had it on.

I laid on my back and spread my legs. He looked at me nervously.

"Umm...can I go underneath?" He asked.

I was confused -- didn't he want to be in control of it? Wasn't me underneath how most people did it?

He looked so worried that eventually I said ok and we moved around.

With the duvet now off us I could see his young body fully for the first time. He liked to work out and was toned but somehow it left me feeling cold. His eyes devoured my young body -- I saw his cock twitch as my pert, young breast came into view.

I straddled him and took hold of his condom covered cock -- it had grown no bigger and was just a hard little sausage between my fingers. He groaned at my touch. I guided it between my now cooling pussy lips until I felt it at my entrance. I slowly lowered myself down and felt Craig's cock enter me. All too quickly I felt my bottom touch his hips.

"Oh, god!" He said below me, his voice hoarse. "That feels amazing!"

Above him I did not feel so excited. I could feel his small cock inside my, thankfully still tight, pussy but it didn't exactly fill me up. I moved up and then sank slowly down -- Craig gasped again. He was enjoying it but I felt like something was missing -- I wanted to feel the intense lust I had felt before but it just wasn't there.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you like your thing inside me?"

He looked up at me. "Umm...yes, it's lovely." He said a bit confused.

"Am I a naughty girl doing this?" I said in my best sultry voice while still moving up and down slowly.

"No." He said quickly. "This is an expression of our love, Emily." His face was concerned.

"Yes," I said, all my horniness suddenly draining away. "I love you."

"I love you too." He said earnestly.

This had not been what I wanted at all. I wanted Craig and I to experience the intense pleasure I had felt at Mustafa's -- the last thing I wanted was some insipid fumble.

I increased my pace then, let's get it over with I said to myself -- it didn't take long. After thirty seconds Craig moaned with pleasure and came. Contained within the condom I felt nothing inside me, no spurts of hot cum and certainly no orgasm.

I clambered off him and lay down. Within seconds Craig was asleep -- on his face a look of satisfaction. I quietly got up and dressed. What a disappointment the whole thing had been.

I wrote a quick note saying I loved him and had had a fantastic time and then left. As I walked home I felt worse than ever -- my first time having sex with the boy I loved and I was cold inside -- I'd felt none of the lust or forbidden passion I had hoped for -- nothing at all. Did I crave something else -- something Craig couldn't give me?

Thoughts of Mustafa's came into my head then and, as if to confirm my own unwanted suspicions, I felt my pussy give a lurch and warmth spread from it. I couldn't help but make the obvious conclusion -- I loved Craig but I needed that other sort of sex. The sort where men didn't ask, they just took. I wanted to be used!

When I got home my mum was waiting for me.

"Good study session, dear?" She said.

"Not bad." I lied.

I started to climb the stairs to my room but then my mum said, "Oh, Emily. This was dropped off for you when you were out." She handed me a small brown envelope.

"He said his name was Mustafa or something like that. He said he was your boss and that you'd left it at work on Saturday."

My heart started pounding in my chest -- how had he known where I lived and what was in the enveloped? I felt my face flush.

"Did he say anything else?" I asked, scared.

"Just that he looked forward to seeing you on Thursday." She replied and then looked more closely at me. "Are you ok, Emily. You look a little hot, are you coming down with something?"

"I'm fine, mum." I blurted and then ran up the stairs.

I sat on my bed and hesitantly opened the envelope - inside was a small memory card. I fired up my laptop and put the card in the slot. On it was just one file -- a video file.

I knew what it must be and my heart sank -- this was a message to me -- come back to work and let them keep doing what they did to me on Saturday. If I didn't then this video would find its way onto the Internet.

I double clicked the file -- after a second a grainy image appeared of Mustafa's storeroom. In the far corner I could clearly see Mustafa -- his back was to the camera and his arms were in front of him, holding onto something. My heart was beating like a drum as the camera moved closer to Mustafa and then I could see my feet sticking out on either side of him. The camera moved to the side and showed me on my hands and knees on the potato sacks -- knickers down by my knees and bottom exposed.

The picture then zoomed in to show Mustafa's rock hard, brown cock as he positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. Despite the poor quality I could clearly see my own juices glistening on my pussy lips. The sound cut out for a second and I realised they had blanked out my protests.

The video then captured Mustafa's voice as he said, "Girly want this very bad I think. Girly's little cunt all wet." Then, "Girlie little whore."

There was another blanking of the sound before, "Being a virgin on wedding night important for Asian girls." And then a further pause before, "But white girls just whores."

Then the video showed clearly as Mustafa's cock forced its way inside my virgin pussy. My lips were stretched wide as his invading member penetrated me. It slide inside for a few inches then stopped. I remembered now how he had stopped at my hymen.

The sound cut out again, but this time just briefly. I heard my own voice, "..........I'm a virgin." They had cleverly edited out the words Please Mustafa, stop.

Then I could hear Mustafa again, "Not virgin now." And with that I saw his cock forced hard into my protesting little pussy until it was up to his greasy black pubic hair. That was the moment I had lost my virginity and it had been captured on film! The very moment an old, fat, disgusting Pakistani man had brutally violated my virgin pussy. Despite myself I felt my pussy spasmming insistently. Almost involuntarily I spread my legs and moved my hand inside my jeans -- my eyes never left the sordid action on my computer screen. Inside my knickers I found my pussy was burning hot and slippery with my juices.

Back on the screen I saw Mustafa's cock quickly start to pound in and out of me -- my pussy lips tight around his hard shaft. God it looked so big and masculine -- like a rod of iron but covered in veins. It was invading my pussy, taking what it wanted -- not asking.

The camera moved away to capture a wider view -- from the side it clearly showed me on all fours on the sacks with Mustafa, from his shoulders down, standing behind me and between my legs. He was thrusting powerfully into me, my whole body was being forced backwards and forwards.

The camera moved closer again until it showed my head, my hair covering my face and then a hand grasping it and pulling it upwards. My long blonde hair parted to reveal my face -- my one remaining hope faded - there was no mistaking that it was me. A look of embarrassment appeared on my face but within seconds it was replaced by one of pure, wanton lust. I saw me close my eyes and bite my lower lip, my face glistened with sweat.

The camera then moved down under my tummy to show Mustafa's old, hairy balls swinging backwards and forwards as his brown cock filled me to my limit. His pace was quickening and then I heard the most incriminating thing so far -- my own voice as I shouted, "God yes, fuck that old cock into me. Cum inside me."

The screen showed Mustafa stiffen as he shot his sticky seed deep inside me. Below him I was thrashing around, tossing my head back with my mouth wide open -- unmistakably having an intense orgasm. Sitting in front of the screen, hand between my legs, I had a simultaneous orgasm of my own -- intense pleasure spread up and down my body and I shuddered.

Gradually recovering I continued watching the video. The camera moved closer as Mustafa pulled his cock slowly from my deflowered pussy and I saw myself slump forward onto the sacks -- legs still spread wide. The camera continued to get closer and closer until at last a picture of my once pristine pussy filled the screen. I had never seen it from this angle and from so close up. It was still gaping open a little from its recent violation and my pussy lips were red and swollen. What gave me the biggest thrill though, was the stream of thick creamy cum that began to trickle out of it. Between my legs my hands began to rub my clitoris again. Abdullah moved the camera in even closer to show the sticky seed dribbling out of me. Like marking his territory I thought -- he's left his disgusting seed in the most private part of my young body, like showing me I was now his property. He had conquered me, made my virgin pussy a used, sullied thing. My pussy gave another lurch as my hand worked on giving me yet another orgasm.

The video cut and then suddenly I was back on screen but this time on my back. The video showed my face clearly, my arms were either side of my head, stretched above me. Cleverly it didn't show Mustafa's hands holding them in place. The camera panned slowly down over my young body, showing my pert breasts, flat tummy and, finally, zooming in to show my recently deflowered pussy with its sparse covering of blonde pubic hair.

The camera then zoomed out slightly to show my thighs, spread wide and then, suddenly, the head of Abdullah's large cock came into view. The shaft soon followed and then I saw Abdullah's hand clasping it. He moved it down to my vulnerable, and obviously very wet, pussy and moved the head of it up and down between my lips. Then, without warning, I saw it thrust into me. My pussy lips were forcefully spread and it gave Abdullah's hard cock little resistance as it sank, inch after inch, into my body. A pleasurable gasp from me was clearly audible.

The camera soon showed Abdullah's cock withdrawing from my slick pussy and then thrusting forcefully back inside, his black pubic hair mingling and then pulling away from my own blonde hair. In and out it went -- the screen showing a long, hard brown shaft one moment and then it suddenly disappearing as it plunged back into my pussy.

The camera panned back up, over my naked body, first showing my breasts as they bounced up and down in time with Abdullah's thrusts and then to show a close up of my face. Sweat glistened on my skin, my eyes were closed and my mouth hung open. With each thrust a little moan of pleasure escaped my lips. The moans became louder and louder as Abdullah increased the pace of his thrusting until the screen showed my eyes fly open and then crease up as another unmistakeable orgasm wracked my young body. The little squeaks and squeals coming from my open mouth testified to just how much I had enjoyed it.

Sitting in front of the screen I had a second, equally amazing orgasm. My whole body shaking with it as it coursed through me. My knickers were now a sopping, sticky mess and I briefly worried I might have left a damp patch on the chair.

The screen now showed me with my eyes closed and with a look of immense satisfaction on my face. My chest was moving up and down as I took huge gulps of air. It moved down over my body and then zoomed in to show my pussy. My legs were still spread lewdly and my pussy was really gaping open. It was shiny with lubrication and my lips were engorged with arousal. After a second or two a thick line of cum appeared from within me and slowly trickled out. I couldn't help but be reminded of snot, the horrible sort you get when you have a bad cold, but at least this was white!

Abdullah's cum continued to dribble out of my abused pussy for what seemed like ages, it ran down my arse crack and formed a little puddle between my legs. I couldn't believe how much he had pumped inside me. The camera moved back up me to show my face clearly one last time and then the screen went blank.

A few seconds later words appeared on the screen.

See you on Thursday little whore or we put this on the Internet.

I shut the screen of my laptop down and climbed onto my bed. What was I going to do? I couldn't possibly let them put the video on the internet but I didn't want to go back there. They'd make me do it all again, or worse! But then I heard Doctor Hadfield's voice in my head -- pursue your fantasies.

I laid there thinking for hours until I finally came to a decision. The evidence was irrefutable that I enjoyed being used like that but I wasn't going to let them have it all their own way -- if I was going to do this it would be, at least partially, on my own terms. Suddenly I felt better about it all than I had in ages - tomorrow I would take the first steps down an exciting and scary road.

I woke up the next day refreshed. The events of the previous night seemed strangely far away and nothing to do with my real life. I went out shopping that day and bought way too many clothes. When I got back my parents gave me a knowing look.

"Feels good spending money that you've earned, doesn't it?" Dad said smugly.

"It does." I answered. I smiled wondering what my Dad would say if he knew exactly what I had done to earn that money!

Monday came and school started another week. I didn't tell any of my friends about the job, I wanted to keep it a secret. The week went quickly and suddenly Thursday was here and I had to go back to the takeaway. Up in my room I grabbed the modest black trousers I'd worn the previous Saturday. Then, a weird thought struck me, if Mustafa was prepared to pay me more for not complaining when he brushed past me imagine what he'd pay if I dressed up a little?

I reached across and took out one of my old school skirts. It was a black pleated skirt which I'd grown out of - not because it was too tight but because as my legs had grown it had become too short. I then took out a white v-necked tee-shirt which I kept for knocking about the house, it was tight and I knew it made my teenaged perky breasts really stand out. I put on the skirt and tee-shirt and then put on a baggy jumper and went down stairs.

My Dad was waiting to take me to work when I got downstairs.

"That's a bit short, isn't it?" He said looking at my skirt.

"It's ok," I replied, "Besides it's an old one and its better I get this messed up with oil than my decent trousers."

I knew this would appeal to his money saving side. After a second he shrugged and we went out to the car.

After he dropped me off at the takeaway I quickly took off the jumper. Mustafa was waiting when I opened the door - I think he might have been worried I wasn't coming back. The smile that cracked his fat, unshaven, face told me he was pleased to see me and very pleased to see what I was wearing.

That evening Mustafa didn't wait long before making excuses to shuffle past me, each time grabbing my hips and pulling me close to him. I could now distinctly feel the hard shape of his penis against my bottom and legs as he held me close. He didn't restrict himself to my bottom either - he used any excuse to reach across in front of me, each time his hand 'accidently' brushing my breasts. And each time he touched me I could hear his breathing quicken and saw his face break out into a sweat. I felt kind of powerful knowing my young body could do that to a grown man and I knew from the heat between my legs that I was getting turned on too.

I was feeling confident I suppose and so the next time Mustafa shuffled past and touched me I said, "Do that often enough and I might start liking it." I smiled a girly, innocent smile at him and I saw his face flush and eyes narrow with lust. That scared me a bit so I quickly turned around and found something to do.

Towards the end of the night one of the group of Asian men I had seen before came in and started talking to Mustafa. Again I could not understand what they said but it was obviously sexual comments about me. They both watched me with lustful looks on their faces as I served other customers.

Towards the end of the night, when the shop was empty, the other Asian man started nudging Mustafa and looking at me - it was as if he was daring Mustafa to do something. A sudden suspicion popped into my head - he wanted Mustafa to grab me like he had the other night. Uncertainty flooded my brain - was I alright with it happening again? Was the extra money worth allowing this dirty, smelly old man to touch me while his friend watched? But then I felt the heat in my pussy intensify and knew I was getting turned on by the idea!

I pretended to lean over the counter to clean it with a cloth as I watched from the corner of my eye - the man nudged Mustafa a couple more times and, finally, Mustafa started to move towards me. I could have stopped him then, stood up and faced him but something inside made me stay where I was. I felt Mustafa stand beside me and then the now familiar feeling of his hands grabbing my hips and pulling sharply back. The hardness of his penis wedged itself between my legs and I felt it push against my pussy - I was suddenly so hot and I knew I must be just as wet down there as before. Blood was rushing in my ears but I heard the other man laughing and saying something else to Mustafa. Intense feelings of humiliation swept through me but that just made my horniness greater. The man said something else and then, suddenly, I felt Mustafa's hands release my hips, snake around my body and, before I could do anything, felt them cup each of my breasts. I gasped and the other man laughed - between my legs my pussy gave a spasm and Mustafa's penis went rock hard.

Mustafa began to roughly knead my breasts and then, through half closed eyes, I saw the other man standing right in front of me.

"You like old Mustafa, girlie?" He said with a smug tone and thick accent.

I couldn't say anything so I just shook my head no. I was caught between conflicting feelings of degradation and intense horniness.

"Yes, I think you like old Mustafa. White girls are all sluts, no?" He asked, his smug expression still in place.

I felt my face flush even more to be called such a dirty word and I shook my head again and managed to blurt, "No. I'm a good girl."

Then I felt his hand cup my cheek and then begin to stroke it - it was almost tender.

"You get hot in your little pussy when Mustafa touches you, no?" He said, "You are dirty slut I think."

"No!" I said again, but I knew it was a lie.

"Your little cunt is very wet now I think, no?" He said still stroking my cheek. For some reason I felt myself getting angry - I can only imagine I was embarrassed - he knew exactly what was happening to me.

"Perhaps Abdullah take a look and see your wet cunt, no?" He said, referring to himself.

That scarred me and I blurted, "I'm not a slut, I'm a virgin."

For a second I felt both men stop. I managed to look up at Abdullah in front of me - he was looking over my head at Mustafa. I saw him smile then, a cruel knowing smile. Then I felt Mustafa squeeze my breasts and push his groin into me and I was overtaken with horniness.

Then I felt one of Abdullah's fingers touch my lips. I clamped my mouth shut and tried to move away but just then Mustafa stopped kneading my breasts and he clamped my nipples between his thumb and finger. How is it men always seem to know where your nipples are? Both pain and pleasure shot out from each nipple and I gasped - Abdullah's finger moved into my mouth. I should have bitten him, hard, but I didn't. I knew what he wanted me to do and I felt I had no choice. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked.

A look of triumph appeared on his face - god how I hated myself then - I had given in to him, allowed him to win and control me. But the feeling only lasted a second as my horniness took over once again.

Abdullah pushed his finger in and out of my mouth as Mustafa continued to grind his groin into me and pinch my nipples. I felt completely helpless bent over the counter like that but at the same time didn't want it to stop.

I don't know how long this went on, maybe a minute, maybe more, but suddenly it stopped and Mustafa and Abdullah walked away - laughing and talking as they went. I slowly stood upright and smoothed my skirt and tee-shirt down. It was a good job I did as seconds later I saw a car pull into the car park outside and the lights flash.

I pulled on my jumper and as I left Mustafa pushed another envelope into my hand.

"See you Saturday." He smirked.

I just grabbed the envelope and walked to the car. Ignoring my Dad's questions I sat silently on the way home. I was not sure how to feel - on the one hand those two old men had used me like a cheap prostitute but on the other I had enjoyed it immensely - so much I was missing that dirty, hot, horny feeling already.

When I got home I rushed up to bed and masturbated furiously for half the night. In the morning my pussy was sore but very satisfied and I sat up in bed and counted my money. It was twice as much as on the first night. I couldn't believe it.

I was a typical rebellious teenager when it happened. Just turned eighteen and with a normal teenager's attitude of "adults know nothing." My mum understood, after all she'd been a eighteen year old girl too once, but my Dad and I argued all the time, he just wouldn't shut up about taking responsibility, learning the value of money, taking my education seriously, blah, blah, blah!

His attitude had rubbed off in one area though - I didn't "go with boys". Not that I didn't have plenty of offers. If I say it myself, I was the best looking girl in school. I had long straight blonde hair, large blue eyes and a slim, narrow hipped body. I was just the right side of skinny and my breasts were a nice B cup. I could have had my pick of the boys, and quite a few teachers by the looks they gave me, but I was going steady with Marcus. We'd known each other for years, our parents knew each other well too, and we'd always got on.

Over the time we'd been boyfriend and girlfriend he'd pushed his luck once or twice but we hadn't gone further than kissing and touching each other with our clothes on - except for one time I'd given him a hand job at a friend's party but we'd both been so drunk neither of us could really remember it! No, I was determined to stay a virgin until I got married, hopefully to Marcus.

So I was eighteen, beautiful and still a virgin. I didn't realise it then but that made me very desirable to a lot of older men, especially when I was wearing my school uniform - pleated skirt, white blouse, tie, blazer and, of course, white knee high socks. I'd noticed the looks of course, it was something every girl had to get used to. Men would look us up and down as if they were determining if we were worth anything - like a farmer sizes up a cow they might buy. I'd grown accustomed to the stares but over the last year, when my breasts had become much more noticeable, the stares had become more intense, the men looked at me hungrily now, as if I were their prey. It scared me, and if I'm honest, thrilled me a little too.

We lived in a suburb of a pretty ordinary town in the south of England - me, my little sister, my mum and my dad. To say it was boring was an understatement. I couldn't wait to finish my exams and get away to university.

One Saturday I woke up late, 11am, and my Dad immediately began to have a go at me. He was fed up with me lazing around and not pulling my weight. He banged on at me that now that I was eighteen I should get a part time job - a Saturday job in a shop or something. I got angry too and, after pulling on some clothes, stormed out. Looking back I know now he was completely right - I was selfish and lazy and really didn't appreciate how hard you have to work for your money.

As I stalked down the high street I made my mind up to get even with my Dad. If he wanted me to get a part time job then I would but it wouldn't be something he liked! It was only a few minutes later that I noticed a sign in the window of the local kebab take away. It was a dingy little place which smelt of sweat and cooking fat. The sign said they needed part time help and a plan formed in my mind.

My Dad was an unspoken racist - he never said anything politically incorrect but we all knew he didn't agree with immigration and he especially didn't like the small Asian population that had sprung up in the less affluent part of town. He was quick to criticize them and deemed them all dirty. He particularly didn't like the kebab take away and had said it was filthy and had taken work away from the local fish and chip place - run by whites!

I admit that the thought of working in that hot, smelly takeaway was not appealing but I was still angry and wanted to get back at my Dad. I walked in and up to the counter. A fat, sweating Asian man in his late fifties was standing by the till. When he noticed me I got the familiar appraisal but this time it was done without any hint that it was something wrong. His eyes slowly moved over my body taking in every inch, especially my breasts, before finally meeting my own.

"I'm here about the job." I blurted out.

Slowly, without any embarrassment his eyes moved down to stare at my breasts again - his fat tongue appeared between his lips and licked them.

"Girly want a job here in Mustafa's?" He said with a very thick Pakistani accent.

"Yes, that's right. I can only work in the evenings or at weekends as I still go to school - does that fit in with what you want?"

"You still at school girly?" He asked.

"Yes, St. Catherines."

"Ah yes, the girls with the white socks." He smiled revealing yellow, crooked teeth.

"Ummm, that's right." I felt nervous then, not sure how I was supposed to answer.

"Hmmmm," he said rubbing a fat hand over his bristly, unshaven chin. "I need Thursday and Saturday night six til eleven. Minimum wage. You want?"

I was unsure, he hadn't asked me any questions about my experience or skills. His eyes continued to roam over my body and a look of wanting passed across his face. Despite my naiveté I quickly realised why he was offering me the job! I started to reconsider - I wasn't sure I could bear this old letch leering at me for two nights a week. Then I remembered my Dad - this would really piss him off and with any luck within a couple of weeks he'd relent and probably even increase my allowance.

"Yes, that's fine." I said. He looked very pleased and rubbed his hands together.

"Start tonight, six. Don't be late." He said.

"Ummm, okay." I said, suddenly unsure. I turned and left, all the time feeling his eyes on my bottom.

When I got home Dad was waiting for me.

"Before you start," I said, "I agree with you." He looked suitably dumb founded. "I've got a job and I start tonight."

"Really?" He said, clearly very surprised.

"Yes, at the kebab place on the high street." His faced paled. "Two nights a week serving behind the counter."

"But..I..." I took pleasure in his being lost for words.

"What?" I said in my best teenager exasperated tone. "You said I should get a job and I have."

He looked like he was going to argue but then changed his mind.

"Well done Emily. I'll take you down and pick you up if you like."

"Yeah, okay." I said. I'd won. Now to see how long he could last.

At five thirty that night I kissed my Mum goodbye and got in the car with Dad. It only took a few minutes to get there.

As I was getting out of the car Dad said, "Emily, take care won't you?"

"What? There's nothing to be careful about Dad. See you at eleven." I got out and shut the door a little too hard. I stormed into the shop and, as I waited for Mustafa to finish serving a customer I saw Dad drive slowly away.

"Good, girly showed up to work." Said Mustafa. "Come, come." He beckoned me behind the counter.

"My name is Emily."

"Emily," he said considering, "Tis pretty name for sexy girl."

I let out an involuntarily embarrassed giggle at his words.

I felt his pudgy hand on the small of my back as he guided me through an arched door way with nothing but a curtain of beads to separate it from the front of the take away.

"Tis, store room." Said Mustafa, his hand never leaving my back. "There is office and there toilet."

The room was a typical storeroom, shelves lined the walls with various catering sized items on them, on the floor were sacks of spuds (for the chips) and other boxes. The office was a small room with thin wooden walls built into a corner of the storeroom. The toilet looked disgusting from what I could see - a single toilet stood against the wall and looked like it might once have been white but now was stained by who knew what. A small corner basin was attached to the wall and looked like it had never been used. The door was the sort you get in public toilets with a large gap at the top and bottom. I silently vowed never to use it.

Mustafa guided me back to the front of the takeaway his hand inching lower until it was just touching the top of my bottom. I was shocked by his familiarity - I should have said something but it somehow felt wrong. He was my boss so I felt that I couldn't say anything to him about it. Looking back I realise that was my downfall.

After a brief lesson in how to use the till I was set to work. It didn't take long for the first customers to appear and after a few mistakes I got the hang of taking the money and using the till while Mustafa prepared the kebabs and chips. The space behind the counter top was narrow and Mustafa seemed to need to move past me frequently. At first he just brushed past me but it wasn't long before I felt him place a hand on my narrow hips and gently pull me past him while also pulling me closer to him. He made it seem like it was just to help us get by each other but I knew he just wanted to get close to me. I didn't like touching his fat, smelly body and each time he moved past me I could smell his hot putrid breath on my face.

It got busier and busier as the night wore on. Increasing the customers were a little worse for wear after having a few drinks in town and the looks I got became more and more overt. I felt ok though as I was behind the counter but unfortunately Mustafa was getting more and more lecherous with each pass. Now he was pulling me close into him each time so that he could press his groin against my bottom.

Towards the end of the night a small group of older Asian men came in. After they each gave me unashamedly suggestive looks they started talking to Mustafa. They spoke in a language I could not understand but it seemed obvious they were talking about me. They frequently looked in my direction and spoke quickly and in excited tones. Mustafa must have been feeling proud of himself - his standing within their group must have gone up now he was the boss of a pretty, white girl. As if to demonstrate it he left the group and moved over to me.

"Need pen." He blurted at me as he came closer.

I leaned right in to the counter - I was sure I'd left plenty of room for him to pass but once again I felt his fat hands grab my hips and pull me into him. This time though it was much more forceful. I felt my hips being yanked towards him as my top half fell towards the counter. I landed heavily with my elbows on the counter top. Mustafa held me like this for a few seconds, me bent over the counter while his hands clasped my hips pulling them hard back into his groin. From behind me I could hear him say something to the other men who all laughed - I was so embarrassed to be in this humiliating position, especially in front of so many strange men. I felt my face flush red and could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

It was then that I realised that I could feel something hard pressing against me - right between my legs and through the thin fabric of my trousers. I suddenly realised it must have been Mustafa's penis - he was hard and that's what I could feel pressed against my most private parts - I bit my lower lip in shame. Whatever Mustafa said must have been very funny because all the men laughed and laughed. Finally Mustafa let me go and went back to join his friends - the pen long forgotten. I made an excuse to go to the toilet and left quickly through the bead curtain - all the men watched me go with hungry eyes. I quickly went into the toilet and locked the door - I could still clearly hear the men talking and laughing.

I soon realised that avoiding the toilet had been a good idea, it was filthy - poo stains coated the bowl and the seat-less rim was a mess of pee and thick, dark pubic hair. I stood breathing for a while until I felt myself begin to calm down. It had been such a humiliating experience - to be looked at and talked about as if I were nothing more than a thing was bad enough but to be used like that, and in front of other men, just made it worse.

I started to think I'd been gone too long - despite everything I still wanted to keep the job as I knew it wouldn't be long before Dad gave in. If the worst I had to deal with was a group of dirty old men in order to beat my Dad then I decided I'd do it. I looked at the disgusting toilet again and thought I might as well go since I was there. I pulled my trousers and knickers down and hovered over the toilet as all girls quickly learn to do. It was then I noticed the wet patch on my knickers, it was a large damp patch which completely covered the gusset. For all the world it looked like I'd wet myself but I knew I hadn't. Slowly I moved my hand between my legs and before I'd even touched myself I could feel an intense heat coming from my pussy. I gently touched my outer lips and was amazed to discover they were coated with my own lubricant. Shocked, I gently ran a finger between my outer lips and touched my inner ones - I was soaking wet! My mind reeled - had that humiliating situation turned me on? My finger continued up until it brushed against my clitoris. My eyes rolled back as a wave of pleasure coursed through me more intense than I had ever experienced. It was like an electric shock of the most delightful, mesmerizing kind.

I stood panting for a second before, unwilling, I found my fingers moving back down to my very wet pussy. Without any conscious thought my hand and fingers began rubbing my clitoris and lips - waves of please assaulted me and I had to bite my bottom lip hard not to moan out loud - I could clearly hear the group of men out front laughing - no doubt about what Mustafa had just done to me - but that thought just made the pleasure even more intense.

My hand was a blur now and I couldn't help the odd little whimper escaping my mouth. Then the pleasure was building and I knew I was about to cum. I felt my legs weaken and I collapsed onto the rim of the disgusting toilet. I felt the wet piss on the rim of the bowl against the back of my thighs but I didn't care. Involuntarily my legs spread wide and my hand thrashed around between them, giving me pleasure I had not imagined could exist.

The feelings built until I was sure I would pass out and then my orgasm hit me - waves of intense pleasure radiated out from my pussy and ran up and down my body. It seemed to go on for minutes before I finally began to realise where I was. Slowly the locked toilet door came into focus and then a second later I registered the sensation of the cold, hard toilet rim beneath my bottom. My legs were spread far apart and stuck out in front of me and my breathing was coming in huge gulps.

Slowly the reality of the situation intruded and I felt exhausted and sickened with myself. I stood up quickly, pulled up my knickers and trousers - heedless of the piss and hair sticking to me - unlocked the door and went back out to the front. Thankfully Mustafa's friends were gone and before he could say anything I saw headlights flash from outside - it was my Dad come to pick me up.

"Daddy here now?" Mustafa asked in his broken English.

I just nodded.

"You did very good. Very good girl." He said with a lurid smile which showed his crooked, yellow teeth.

"Here." He passed me a brown envelope. "Wages."

I took them wordlessly and opened the door.

"See you Thursday." He said.

Without really understanding what I was saying I blurted, "Yes, see you Thursday."

I walked out of the takeaway and got into the car.

"How was it?" Dad asked.

"Good." Was all I could muster. We drove home in silence, Dad probably thought I was having one of my teenager sulks.

When I got in I went up to the bathroom and took a very long shower - I washed my entire body three times.

Later, after I had climbed into bed I noticed the envelope on my bedside table. Absentmindedly I opened it and was surprised to find it full of five pound notes. I counted them and there was way more than I should have had. Realisation spread - Mustafa had been pleased with my first night, very pleased. Not only had I given him some cheap thrills but he had gained some status with his friends. I smiled to myself - I was beginning to see how the world worked.

I hid the money, turned out the light but could not sleep. My mind was churning with the evening's events. Could I put up with Mustafa's behavior for another couple of weeks? Would my Dad give into to his racism and ask me to stop work? But the question I kept returning to was why had I got so turned on my being treated in such a humiliating way? I should have been disgusted by being used by such a fat, smelly old man but instead he had made me hornier than I had ever been.

I replayed the events one more time and without me even being aware of it my hand moved down under the bed sheets and between my legs. I felt myself spread my knees apart and my fingers found their target. I gently rubbed myself to another earth shattering orgasm before falling into a peaceful sleep.