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After returning from my weekend as a sex slave to fifteen testosterone-filled, sex-charged and highly animated fellow students, I was on a high. (For that account, please read my three-part revelation titled A University Sex Slave Age 19)

According to some of my male peers, I was attractive and popular. Although I had been at university for less than six months, I had lost count of how many times guys on campus had asked me out. In the days following my cum filled weekend, I felt I would have stripped naked, lay back and opened my legs wide for any ramrod cocks desiring to have fun with me. Thankfully, despite everything that was happening in my private life, I was still able to concentrate on my coursework and was surprisingly earning good grades for the work I was submitting.

As I pondered my sex-filled weekend, I felt guilty about my visit to London just before commencing university. (For that account, please read The Peep Show.) At that time, I had not been willing to allow many interested males, mostly a few years older than me, to have sex with me. I had performed a short striptease for them and received my first bukkake, but that was as far as I was willing to go on that occasion. I now felt confident enough to return and offer those young men a little more.

I phoned my friend Nick back in Scotland, with whose cousins, Richard and Phillip, we had stayed during that previous visit.

‘Hi Nick, ’ I garbled excitedly into my phone, ‘Would you arrange a trip for me to revisit Richard and Philip, please?’

‘Wow, Rachel, wow there. Slow down, lassie, ’ Nick laughed. ‘Hello Nick, how are you? How’s my bonny hame toon? How is Andy? That’s how you normally commence speaking to me, ’ he rebuked. ‘Why the sudden interest in my cousins?’

‘I’m sorry, ’ I replied, ‘It’s just that I have recently had the most amazing weekend and I wanted to repeat it with Richard, Philip and their friends.’

‘I see, ’ Nick replied thoughtfully, ‘You must tell me about what happened.’

The next fifteen minutes were spent as I excitedly related what had occurred when I had gone away with my fifteen fellow students.’ As I related the tale, I could feel my inner thighs becoming very moist.

‘Well, Rachel, I’m sure that Richard and Philip will be delighted to accommodate you if I ask them. What about Andy and me, don’t we get an invite too?’

I felt ashamed and selfish; after all, these two young men had been the first to be brave enough to make use of my body. (Please read My Adventure Begins and This Slut Learns the Ropes for those accounts.)

‘I’m so sorry, ’ I responded with humility, ‘Of course, you will be invited.’

‘So, to ensure that I get this right when I phone my cousins, you’re offering to travel back to London to allow them and their friends you met last time to fuck you?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’ll see what I can do. When suits you?’

‘As soon as possible, ’ I replied excitedly, ‘This weekend?’

‘Oh, boy, Rachel, you are keen.’ Nick replied, adding a wee caution, ‘Just be careful, not with my cousins but generally. Don’t let your enthusiasm get you into trouble in any way.’

I knew what he meant as I hung up.

Thirty minutes later, my phone rang. ‘Hello Rachel, Richard here from London. How are you?’ The preliminaries over, Richard got down to business. ‘Nick’s been on the phone.’

‘Has he, ’ I replied as innocently as I could, but with goosebumps rising on my body in excitement.

‘Yes, he says you’re willing to come back to London and err...’ His voice trailed off. ‘Umm, basically for sex?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘With all the guys you met last time?’

‘Yes. I feel I kinda let them down.’

‘Why?’

‘Well, they wanted sex, and I wouldn’t give it to them.’

‘They did; you’re right about that, Rachel. So you want me to invite them around as a group so they can, can err....’ Richard’s voice died away again. ‘Fuck you?’

‘Yes. Now I’m willing.’

‘This won’t be easy. We need a venue. My parents were away last time. Leave it with Philip and me, and we will see what we can do. When do you want to come?

‘As soon as possible, ’ I replied honestly.

Richard laughed, ‘Okay, okay. I’ll do my best to find a place. I’ll get back to you as soon as I do. I don’t think getting the guys back to meet you will be a problem when they know your pussy is available.’

‘Any my mouth and bum, ’ I offered.

‘Wow! You have moved on in six months, Rachel!’

It was six weeks before Richard and Philip could find a suitable location and ensure that the initial group of guys would be available. The only hitch was the place was Philip’s boss’s house on the condition that he could also join the party. He was in his forties, which sounded ancient, but I agreed.

Richard and Philip kindly caught the train up to where I was studying at university to escort me down. I’m not sure whether this was gentlemanly conduct or ensuring that I turned up after going to all the preparation of organising the event. However, their company on the train as we journeyed toward London did help to ease my nervousness at what I had offered to do.

As we pulled into Euston station, I started feeling more than a tinge of apprehension. I knew my friends from Scotland, Nick and Andy, were also travelling down; however, most of the other guys were almost total strangers, I had only met once before.

The underground and a short walk took us to Roy’s house, which was a funny affair tucked away behind the car garage where Philip worked as one of his two mechanics.

Roy was affable enough, greeting me as though I was a long lost friend, then stepping back to cast his gimlet eye over the figure standing before him.

‘If your body is half as good as your face, ’ he said, ‘This will be a very worthwhile enterprise.’

‘It is, ’ Philip replied, smiling at his boss, ‘I can vouch for that from experience.’

After negotiating the short alleyway leading from the road to his front door, we entered Roy’s house, which was small and comfortable but clearly a ‘bachelor pad.’ It had two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, a lounge, and a kitchen. Although clean, it required a good tidy-up.

I’d only just sat down when Andy and Nick arrived, having caught the train down from Scotland to oversee the activities. As they came into the lounge for the first time, I felt a twinge of fear. The three of us had enjoyed quite a few adventures together, experimenting sexually. On my previous visit to London, I had enjoyed sex with Philip and Richard; however, here I was, aged nineteen and about to embark on group sex with more or less complete strangers.

Andy registered my look of concern and asked, ‘You okay, Rach?’

‘Yes, thanks, ’ I lied, ‘Just hope all goes well.’

‘It will, it most definitely will, ’ Nick enthused. ‘Great to see you again, Rachel. You look great. University life obviously agrees with you. Have you met any talent like Andy and me yet?’

‘I might have, ‘ I responded coyly, ‘There are some hot young hunks on campus.’ I failed to mention that, since arriving, I had already experienced two pretty intense gangbangs.

‘I thought, ’ Roy interrupted, ‘We could lightly tie your hands to the bedhead and have the guys enter one at a time to fuck you as you lie there with your legs open.’

‘Oh, ’ I replied, somewhat shocked at this new idea, ‘Won’t everyone be watching and joining in?

After a while, I was talked into this new technique where each guy would enter the bedroom fuck me and fill me and then leave for the next participant to do the same. I had misgivings about the idea, but was prepared to give it a go.

It seemed that we had not been in Roy’s house two minutes; that was, in fact, two hours before it was filled with young men all wanting to meet me again. In no time, I was ushered into the bedroom and stripped by Andy and Nick with a bit of help from Roy. Cotton ropes secured my wrists to the bed head, and with my knees bent, I opened my legs as requested.

‘What a sight, ’ Andy enthused, ‘Wish I was first. I’d forgotten how sexy you look like that.’

‘Are you ready? Nick asked as he moved towards the door.

‘As ready as I’ll ever be, ’ I replied with half a smile.

The three men left me, and I lay naked on the bed, wondering what the next few hours would bring. Suddenly, the door opened, and the first young man entered. After closing the door gently behind him, he stood at the bottom of the bed, admiring my prone and naked figure as I lay bound with my legs apart, waiting for him to make his move.

Within seconds, his trousers and briefs were around his ankles, his mouth around my tits and his cock was pushing deep into my pussy. With my hands tied, I was unable to assist him other than curve my legs around him to pull him closer and tighter.

As he thrust, he alternated between sucking hard on my breasts and French kissing me on my mouth with wet, slobbery kisses. Then his body stiffened and trembled as he lifted himself by his arms and held his body taught above mine while he groaned in satisfaction.

I remained in my exposed, and accessible position as one after another entered the room, entered my pussy, thrust me hard, climaxed, deposited their load inside me and left.

After the fifth guy had done his thing, I asked him to send Andy or Nick in to see me before the next one in line to fuck me. I knew something was not working for me lying there like some rad doll while the guys used me as their cum dump.

‘This idea is not doing anything for me, ’ I moaned as my friends entered. ‘I need more action, not just lie and let things happen.’

‘What do you mean?’ Nick asked sympathetically.

‘I enjoy all the guys being in the room and clamouring for my attention, ’ I explained, ‘This one after another does nothing to excite my juices.’

‘So you want us all to come in and use you, some watching and others fucking?’ Andy questioned.

‘Yes, I do. That will work for me. I can offer my whole body for service; all three holes can be used at once.’

‘You mean you’re happy for the guys to fuck you up your arse?’

‘Yes.’

‘Have you had that done before?’

I suddenly realised that this was a new revelation to Nick and Andy. Although they had taken my virginity and experimented with some very amateur bondage, they had never used my arse for sex.

‘Yes, I have, ’ I confessed, ‘At university.’

‘Wow, Rach. You have been living it up, ’ Nick replied with a smile. ‘So basically, you want us to untie you and let the guys have free rein with you?

I smiled and nodded in agreement.

As my friends untied me, Andy said, ‘I think you should tell us all exactly what you want once we are all in the room.’

‘Okay, ’ I agreed.

‘And tell us in a very sexy way. Guys get hard when they hear a woman begging to be used. I’ll get Richard to do a quick introduction for you.’

Within a minute, the room was filled with male bodies, all pushing and jostling to get closer to the naked nymph lying expectantly on the bed.

‘This nineteen-year-old has travelled from her home in Scotland, via University, to the city to entertain us over the weekend, ’ Richard announced. ‘Now she is going to tell us what she wants. Over to you, Rachel.’

‘I was not used to speaking publicly but plucked up the courage to respond. ‘I need to be fucked hard by your cocks in every hole, and none are out of bounds. I want cock in my gob, up my shitter and deep in my cunt. Let’s have fun.’

There were a few moments of stunned silence after my short statement. Andy and Nick, who knew me well, were aware that I would never speak in such a way under normal circumstances. Then, mayhem seemed to break out as hands and rock-hard cocks rushed to fully use my nineteen-year-old body lying nude and waiting on the bed.

I was pulled, poked, prodded and pummeled as cocks were thrust into my arse, cunt and mouth. I felt that I hardly had time to breathe as the guys jockeyed for position, constantly entering one hole before changing to experience a second without cumming.

The testosterone flowed fast and furious as my naked form was ravaged mercilessly for the next two hours. I was spit-roasted and repeatedly buggered while my hands were continually offered solid erections to pleasure.

Finally, I had to admit that I was so tired and sore I needed to stop proceedings unless the guys intended to continue fucking me as I slept. They were all perfect gentlemen, and appreciating what I had allowed them to enjoy that night left me to fall quickly to sleep in the cum stained bed. They knew that the following day offered more sexual fun with this high-spirited, fun-loving Scottish teenager.

Despite the excitement of the evening, I slept soundly until seven the next morning, when I woke to find Nick and Andrew sleeping on either side of me. I smiled at their cheek as I poked them and mockingly chastised them for such a venture.

At breakfast, the two young men told Roy about my previous visit to London with them and how I had been the centre of a bukkake after attending a peep show in Soho.

‘She was too modest to let them all fuck her six months ago, ’ Andy explained.

‘You seem to have lost that modesty now, Rachel, ’ Roy commented.

I smiled weakly in response. I knew that statement to be true.

‘Richard and Philip want to buy you some new underwear, ’ Nick explained.

‘From that expensive shop?’ I questioned rather unbelievingly.

‘Yep. And all the other guys will be in tow as well this time. Rachel’s harem.’

‘I thought only kings have ‘harem’s’, I questioned.

‘Maybe so, but it sounds good. How about visiting that Peep show again to see if the owner recognises you and still wants to offer you a job?’

‘Thanks, but no thanks, ’ I responded, ‘I’m not keen on visiting that seedy joint again. That poor girl looked bored stiff.’

‘And ugly, ’ Andy interjected.

‘Which Peep Show was it?’ Roy questioned.

‘Some run-down place just off Oxford Street, ’ Nick responded. ‘The girl was a dead loss, and as we were leaving, the owner offered Rachel a job.’

‘Ha, ’ Roy replied, ‘I’ll bet it was Malcolm’s place. I service his car. He owns the building, it’s worth a fortune, but he can’t afford to do it up.’

‘He can’t afford good talent either, ’ Nick added.

‘If you want a job for the day, Rachel, I could give Malcolm a ring. I reckon he’d take you like a shot.’

I smiled, ‘I can’t think of anything more boring than sitting in one of those dull rooms waiting to strip on demand, ’ I countenanced. ‘If his place was brighter, cleaner and more inviting, he might get better girls and more customers.’

‘You’re right there, ’ Roy responded. ‘He’d like to, but it only just ticks over for him. I told him to sell the building and invest the profits. That place in the city would set him up for life.’

‘Go on, Rachel, it would be so hot if you spent a day working for him.’

‘No!’

‘We’d stay around to ensure you were safe. All you’d have to do is flash your tits, wriggle your bum, and open your legs for a few minutes to allow guys to take a look. I’ll bet you’d be the youngest, sexiest and prettiest draw in Soho!’

‘Flash, what tits?’ I asked coyly.

‘Oh, come on, Rach. Okay, they are not the biggest pair in the world, but match them to the person, and you get a pretty hot package. Just ask the guys who played with you last night and want to escort you around London today?’

‘I appreciate all you say, but I’m sure this Malcolm chap would not just allow a stranger to offer her services in his seedy little Peep Show for just one day.’

‘I can ask, ’ Roy cut in quickly.

‘Okay, okay, ’ I conceded. ‘When he refuses, you can all quiten down on the subject.’

Roy had been gone a long while, and eventually we could hear his muffled voice on the phone in the next room. When he appeared, he was beaming as if he were the cat who got the cream.

‘It’s on, ’ he gushed to my absolute horror. ‘He’ll take you! Just turn up, and he’ll put you in an extra booth. He remembers you, alright. He said your cheeky charm and seductive Scottish accent etched themselves in his memory.’

‘Did he?’ I replied, somewhat shocked at the sudden developments.

‘He said if you want to go to the underwear shop to obtain something sultry and seductive, do so. Then you can play the day how you want as long as you show those visiting what they pay to see.’

‘We’d better get going then, ’ Andy said just as Richard and Philip appeared through the door.

‘Wow, Rachel, ’ to think you will be a sex symbol, ’ Richard cooed.

My feet seemed to drag as the five of us made our way from Roy’s garage to the underground station. My mouth was dry, and my head was in a spin. I had agreed to visit the city for group sex with Richard and Philip’s friends, and now I had been talked into being leered at by total strangers who would watch me through a glass panel as if I were some caged zoo animal. At just nineteen, it was a somewhat surreal experience.

When we met the others waiting to help provide me with a guided tour through the capital, they were just as surprised as I had been at the sudden turn of events. I also felt that not a few were somewhat disappointed not to be accompanying me for the day.

Eventually, the crowd of us arrived at the high-end underwear shop from which Richard and Philip had kindly purchased me an expensive baby doll set on my previous visit six months earlier.

Andy and Nick, who were both ow employed, had agreed with Nick’s cousins to share in the cost of anything I purchased. I still did not want to take undue advantage of the generosity of these four young friends.

‘Hello, ’ Richard said to one of the assistants. ‘We want a bra and pantie set for this young lady, plus a silk-type dressing gown, short in length and with short sleeves.’

The young male assistant looked at me and said, ‘Thirty-four to thirty-six and an A cup?’

‘Thirty-six, ’ I replied.

‘I think we will be able to supply something. Any particular colour?’

‘Red and black, ’ Philp replied quickly.

‘Are you happy for a male fitter to serve you, or would you prefer a female?’

‘She’ll take any guy, ’ Richard responded rather cheekily.

‘I was asking the young lady, sir, ’ the assistant retorted.

‘I’m happy with either.’

‘Very well. Please come this way.’

I had never been to a shop where you were personally served in such a way until my previous visit, which had been quite a revelation.

I ended up with a middle-aged male fitter. As we entered the large fitting room, I wondered why men would want to work in a shop that sold predominantly women’s underwear. Then again, I might have rather enjoyed working in a shop that sold men’s briefs. Measuring cock length and checking ball sizes might have been exciting work; at least, I’m sure I could have made it so.

‘Are you happy for me to see you naked?’ the new assistant questioned.

‘Yes, ’ I replied as I commenced to remove the dress I had thought would be adequate for the day’s changed events.

‘Do you mind if I take some measurements around your breasts, hips and thighs?’

‘No, carry on, ’ I replied, ‘Not that I have much breast to measure.’

‘Don’t demean yourself, ’ the man replied, ‘ You are a beautiful young lady.’

‘Thank you, ’ I smiled as I slipped out of my dress.

‘Slip these panties on when you have removed yours, please. They are just tight-fitting paper things to keep our stock clean.’

Eventually, I stood before the assistant topless and in my white paper knickers as he ran his tape above, below and around my breasts. He followed similarly around my tummy, bum and the top of my thighs. Then he measured each thigh individually.

‘Why all these measurements?’ I asked.

‘Our underwear is not just in standard sizes, ’ he informed me. We do everything to a quarter size to ensure the best fit ever. That is why we are so expensive. You could purchase a standard 36A bra from Marks & Spencer, but it would never be the exact right fit. We ensure our underwear is as close to perfect as possible, including the knicker size around your tummy, bottom and legs.’

‘Oh.’ I stammered, ‘And am I a thirty-six A?’

‘Do you really want to know?’

‘Yes, please.’

‘You’re actually more a thirty-five and three-quarter AA.’

‘Oh, thanks. Smaller than ever.’

‘Well, you did ask. Anyway, I’ll see what we have that fits your colour and style preferences. Please slip that dressing gown on while you wait.’

I donned the white cotton gown and sat down as he left. After five minutes, he returned with several thin boxes of bras and panties, all in various shades of red and black, and all with what I termed astronomic prices. He also carried five silk dressing gowns of the type requested by Richard.

‘I think all these should be the perfect fit for you.’

They were indeed. The problem was that they all looked great on me, and I had no idea which to choose.

‘Could I ask one of my friends for a second opinion?’ I enquired.

‘We don’t allow men into the changing rooms with female customers; however, you could wear the robe and go and see them in the main shop.’

The four guys who had entered the shop with me were delighted to see me, as it saved them the embarrassment of standing around in the Lingerie department for apparently no reason.

I am sure it was deliberate, but they insisted I model every item before deciding which suited me best.

As the assistant boxed, taped, and bagged the bra, panties, and gown, I was mightily relieved not to have to pay.

We left the shop and headed straight for where I had been talked into taking part in a peep show. I was still in a spin about the whole escapade as we quickly walked through the crowds of early-morning shoppers to the grubby building and the worn stair carpet.

Malcolm, the owner, greeted me like a long-lost friend. ‘Rachel, me little darlin, ’ he gushed in his cockney twang, ‘What took you so long to return?’

The fact that I had little intention of returning after my first visit never seemed to cross his mind as he busily showed Richard, Philip and me into what he called his finest suite. The room was undoubtedly larger than the one the woman had been ensconced in six months earlier, but that was about as far as it went. There was a bed, a substantial mirror on each wall and a simple wooden chair. I had visited the city to enjoy myself with some male companions. Now I agreed to spend most of my Saturday cooped up in this dingy, windowless, grey-walled room, taking my clothes off on demand for guys ogling from behind a one-way glass window. It was a very surreal experience, to say the least.

‘What do you intend to wear, darlin?’ Malcolm asked as I looked around the room with butterflies in my stomach.

‘She’s got these, ’ Philip replied, lifting my new acquisitions out of the bag with the shop’s name on the side.

‘You must be a rich young lady to shop there, ’ Malcolm stated as Philip unwrapped my underwear. ‘Must have a lot of lolly in Scotland.’

‘Lolly?’ I questioned, having never heard the term in that context before.

‘He means money, ’ Richard explained. ‘Lolly is a cockney word for cash.’

‘Them’ll do very nicely, ’ Malcolm commented, changing the subject as Philip extracted my bra, panties and nighty from their packing. ‘First woman ever to work in here with clothing from there.’

I changed, a little bashfully, under the admiring eye of the proprietor.

‘You’re even sexier out of clothes than in them, ’ he commented, smiling, ‘And you’re simply volcanic in them. Slim, trim and that super sexy accent. If you speak to any of the guys behind that glass today, they will be tearing the wall down to get at you!’

I thought I had better keep my mouth shut as the thought of crazed London guys tearing a wall down with their bare hands to reach my bare body somehow had no appeal, although the idea was indeed flattering.

When I was finally ready, I was told that each guy or group that came to watch had a ten-minute slot where I had to entertain them. A bell rang when the time was up, and I was expected to fulfil five slots each hour. Was I glad I did not do this for a living?

Malcolm called my name whenever punters arrived wanting to see me. A tiny hole with a clear class below the main viewing window allowed me to see when someone was in position, and a voice mesh that allowed them to speak to me or vice versa.

Richard and Philip had literally just left the room when my name was called. I thought it strange as Malcolm had informed me he had two women in other ‘booths’, so I expected and hoped for a quiet day.

I saw some legs through my viewing glass and commenced slipping my nightie off my shoulder.

‘Fuck me, ’ I heard a voice behind the glass say, ‘This place has got some talent at last. She’s pretty.’

‘And young, ’ another voice added.

Hearing these two comments, strangely enough, gave me the encouragement and confidence I needed. I made up my mind I would have as much fun as the dingy room in the dingy building off the dingy street allowed. If guys were paying to see young naked female flesh, I’d make sure they got it and left wishing they could have more than just a peep.

As I slipped my nighty provocatively off my shoulders and down my arms, revealing my racy new matching bra and panty set, I tried to imagine what sort of men were behind the glass. Were they short and pudgy or tall and dashing, muscular or weedy?

‘I wish she were in a brothel, ’ the first said again, ‘I’d give a week’s wages to fuck her!’

‘Me too; she’s a flippin hot chick.’

I enjoyed listening to the comments, which made up for not being able to see the men’s faces.

After removing my bra, I asked flippantly, ‘Would you like to see more?’

‘You speaking to us?’ the faceless voice responded.

‘No one else here I know of, ’ I replied.

‘Sorry, luv. Not used to women in these places speaking to us. Yes, of course, we want to see more. We want to see everything.’

I hopped onto the bed as if I had been injected with a surge of confidence. I turned my back on the window and commenced pulling my knickers up and down as seductively as possible, exposing and then covering my bum. The effect was electric on the men watching.

‘Oh. I can’t stand this!’ One of them exploded, ‘I need to shoot my load.’

‘Me too. I want to fuck you, sweetie, ’ The other added.

Perhaps for the first time, I realised that some guys really did find my small breasts and hairy pussy very attractive and desirable.

I slipped my knickers completely off, lay back on the bed and opened my legs. ‘Is this view satisfying?’ I questioned.

‘Ohhhhh, ’ was the only response I heard as I guessed that what the guys could see was satisfying their needs.

The bell went, and their ten-minute session was up. They departed, telling me they would return later. Malcolm appeared at the door.

‘You’re not supposed to speak to the clients, ’ he warned, ‘just flash your flesh.’

‘But I like speaking to them.’ I replied, more than a little annoyed after concluding that my first session had gone so well.

‘Well, don’t. Just strip, dance, jig, jump. Do whatever you want, but don’t speak.’

‘If I can’t speak to the guys, I’ll head off now, ’ I said rather brashly. I knew full well that I needed that interaction with the men behind the glass; otherwise, I’d find the whole thing a big turn off.’

‘Oh, okay. Have it your way. None of the other girls speaks, ’ Malcolm conceded. ‘Just remember you only have ten minutes, though!’

I was unaware that my group of male friends had lined up outside with a photograph of me and were drawing quite a crowd. Men looking for a quick Saturday morning sexual fix joined the queue, hoping to get off by watching this green nineteen-year-old amateur reveal her tiny assets. Strangely, it seemed to work, and despite my initial reservations and the dullness of my surroundings, I started to enjoy toying with each group that Malcolm directed towards my booth.

‘What’s going on?’ A woman’s voice called out after my name was called a third time in a little over thirty minutes. ‘Who’s Rachel? What about me?’

‘It’s okay, Lisa; your turn will come.’

The two other women ‘on duty’ had not been told of my arrival and were wondering what all the attention was about for the unknown Rachel. Later, I discovered that Malcolm encouraged some of my friends to visit their booths to keep them happy and to make them believe they, too, were receiving attention.

I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the rude and ribald rhetoric used by the various punters who visited my window to watch my short but hopefully sexy performance.

Listening to guys talking about how they would love to have sex with me or how attractive they thought I was made me very moist between my legs. Oddly, it still does! After an hour, I knew that one group would see more than they bargained for if I encouraged them a little.

‘Sexy bitch, ’ someone said as I saw the next pair of legs stop at the window.

‘How sexy?’ I responded in my soft Lothian accent.

‘I’d fuck you any day, luv, ’ a voice came back.

‘I hope you have a big thick rod, ’ I gushed, ‘I like big thick nobs up my fanny.’

‘Let me join you, and you’ll see, ’ the faceless voice responded as I slipped out of my nighty for the sixth time that day.

‘If I were allowed and I thought you’d be any good, I would, I teased as my bra came off.

‘Small tits are the best, ’ another voice added, joining the dialogue. ‘I’d love to bite them.’

‘Umm, ’ that sounds so good, ’ I responded as I slipped out of my knickers. ‘I hope you’d want to make full use of this too?

‘Fuck me, that’s a hairy snatch, ’ the second voice replied. ‘I could fill that for you.’

As I lay back on the bed and opened my legs, I felt the orgasm build until I was writhing in pleasure upon the bed without needing any further stimulus.

‘She’s orgasming!’ I heard the first voice say excitedly as I closed my eyes to enjoy the experience.

‘Never seen a woman do that for us before.’

‘She’s putting it on, ’ another voice replied.

‘Don’t think so, ’ the former replied, ‘That was the real deal.’

He was correct; however, Malcolm came in again as soon as that little group of three had left.

‘Rachel, this is a peep show, not a brothel. You just can’t go leading customers on like that and giving yourself orgasms.’

‘Why not?’

‘Well, the other women don’t do that.’

I’m not the other women, ’ I responded, flustered. ‘I never asked to come here today. I have done it for my friends and because I thought it might be fun. It will only be fun for me if I can speak to those watching. Otherwise, there is no point in my being here.’

Malcolm looked at me hard, clearly trying to find a suitable answer before sighing deeply. ‘Okay, Rachel, you win. You’re only here for a day, so do it your way.’

In no time, more legs appeared at my little peephole, and I was back in action.

‘She’s young.’

‘Good looker too.’

‘Yes, she’s a fuckin hot cookie.’

With such compliments flying around, I enjoyed flirting with the guys watching.

‘Am I too young or hot for you?’

There was a pause before a voice replied, ‘Are you speaking to us?’

‘Yes, of course, ’ I answered, smiling as I removed my nightie.

‘You’re very sexy.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Could we fuck you?’

‘Would you like to?’ I responded, pulling my knickers down and exposing my bum to their gaze.’

‘Who wouldn’t want to fuck you. You’re gorgeous.’

‘You might be disappointed.’

‘If you fuck as you look, there is no chance of that. Do you do oral?’

‘Umm, you’d like my mouth around your cocks would you?’ I enquired as I removed my bra and lay back on the bed so that the punters could have a good view between my parted legs.

‘When can we fuck you?’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I teased as the bell rang, signalling the ten-minute peep show was over.

‘Can we meet you?’ One of the men called as they left the viewing area.

As I prepared for more visitors, I realised I had perhaps led the previous clients on a little too boldly. I knew that I had to rein in my naughty nature just a little for future punters. My problem has always been that I like to please, and this willingness has led me into some adventures I would not have otherwise undertaken. I wanted to satisfy all the guys who visited, much more than just flashing my boobs and bum in their direction. I was bright enough to realise that I could not possibly fulfil this desire, no matter how willing I was.

The day passed in a whirl, broken only by a thirty-minute break for lunch when a sandwich, cake, and tea were brought in to me.

After counting down to five-thirty, I was surprised to discover I still had two and a half hours before I could finish, as the night shift girls started work at eight. I thought about complaining, but decided against it.

I had listened to Lisa and Monika regularly throughout the day, complaining that the new girl was stealing all the work. I was hoping I would not have to meet them later as they sounded as though they might tear me apart given half a chance.

I continued to strip on demand while listening to and enjoying visitors’ conversation immensely after they first saw me. This point was not lost on my male suitors who had led me to this den of iniquity. Seeing how much I seemed to enjoy myself, they hatched a rather mischievous plan to bring me down a peg or two.

It was about seven in the evening when the last group appeared. They never said a word as I stood from my chair to commence allowing them a view of my nineteen-year-old body.

‘Hello, ’ I said as I commended removing my nighty for the umpteenth time that day to reveal my new, expensive and sexy underwear.

‘She’s got no fuckin breasts, ’ I heard a voice say.

‘What are you wearing a bra for, darlin?’ another said.

‘Titless tart!’ yet a third voice added.

I was pretty surprised and greatly taken aback, as up to that point I had only received complimentary praise.

‘Would you like to see more?’ I cooed in as sexy a voice as I could.

‘Nothin been worth seeing so far, ’ another responded.

I decided to remove my knickers before my bra, hoping that the natural look appealed. It didn’t.

‘Hairy cunt!’ a voice commented fiercely.

‘What a dirty cow. How did she ever get a job here? A disgrace.’

I was, at this point, feeling totally deflated and ready to dive onto the bed and under the duvet for the remaining few minutes. Then I heard Andy’s familiar voice.

‘Sorry, Rachel. Would you mind starting again for these guys? We set them up to set you up!’

My mouth fell open as I stood naked with my hands on my hips, facing the one-way glass.

‘You rotten lot!’ I called out. ‘How could you? I was nearly in tears.’

‘We are sorry, ’ the guys paying to watch me added, ‘But we were asked to say those things by your friends. To be honest, you’re pretty spicy.’

‘And feisty, ’ I responded. ‘You wait till I see my friends a little later!’

When eight finally arrived, I was once again to be the subject of further jesting. When I went to change, my clothes had disappeared and been replaced by a micro skirt and boob tube.

‘Hey guys, ’ I called out, ‘Where are my clothes?’

‘On the chair is all you need, ’ I heard Nick shout.

‘You don’t expect me to travel home in just those, do you?’

‘Yes.’

‘On the underground?’

‘Yes.’

‘I’ll look like a common tart.’

‘We know. Just put them on.’

I did. As I’m tall, the skirt just covered my bum and no more, while the boob tube was only just touching my midriff below my boobs. With my bra underneath, it looked ghastly.

‘Take your bra and panties off, ’ I was ordered, which, after some argument, I finally agreed to do.

Malcolm couldn’t thank me enough as he handed me an envelope full of five- and ten-pound notes and added that the extra he had made that day would be put towards a new carpet, which his establishment most certainly required.

I cannot remember a time when I was so self-conscious as I was when I walked that evening through the streets of London. I felt that every person I saw was staring at my bare midriff, high skirt and long legs.

When I sat on the tube, I had to place my hands in my lap the whole way; otherwise, anyone sitting opposite would have had a clear view straight between my legs.

All the young men who had spent the day in London shopping or helping to form the false line outside the peep show venue were enjoying my discomfort at being so inappropriately attired.

I breathed a great sigh of relief when we finally arrived back at Roy’s place and made our way along the alley to his door.

Once inside, I knew that I had a night of sex ahead of me. However, I was handed a piece of paper containing men’s names and an assessment of their ages, attractiveness and looks.

‘If you want any of those who saw you today to fuck you tomorrow, all those are willing, ’ I was informed.

‘And ready to fuck you too, ’ another added. ‘Some practically begged to have your number or know where you were staying.’

I smiled and replied, ‘Much as I’d love to pleasure them, I think I’ll have my work cut out with you. I’ve been stripping for others all day, thanks to you. I hope you have some hard flesh ready to reward me? Come on, get me out of these ridiculous clothes!

I’m not sure if anyone slept that night or waited until morning before dozing off. I’m sure I didn’t, as I entertained cocks of various shapes and sizes for a second evening and through the night. When I awoke around midday, my face, hair, and body were sticky with cum and the sweaty exertions of the night’s debauched activities.

On request, I allowed all the men to help shower me and escort me across the city to ensure I got my train back to university that night.

As the train picked up speed out of Euston, I found the envelope from Malcolm in my bag along with another. Malcolm's contained three hundred pounds, and the second had a card signed by Richard and Philip, plus their friends, with vouchers for various shops that totalled five hundred pounds as a ‘thank you’ for my services.

Sex in the city certainly had some advantages!

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