OK, I give in, here is a little more of my life. Anwar and Johar have turned me into a real slut, and I mostly get fucked by them and other Asians, and, well I love it. See my two previous posts for full details. One Friday night I had only just got home when Anwar let himself in. He told me to hurry up and shower and get ready to go out. He selected a short one piece dress with a zip all the way up the front, with a fixed belt, not my most flattering outfit, but certainly slutty on me! No underwear. Johar joined us as we left and took a taxi further into Greater London. We arrived at a detached house where a small celebration seemed to be ongoing. About a dozen people were there, but Anwar and I went straight to the kitchen where I was fed plenty of red wine and introduced to the house owner. In broken English he thanked me for coming and seemed grateful for something. Johar came in after a while and took me upstairs to a room with a single bed. Johar removed my dress and began to finger me and suck my nipples before laying me on the bed. He than said to hold on a moment, opened the door and let in a very young man who seemed nervous. I twigged that I was about to take someones cherry, and this was him. Johar spoke to the lad as he undressed and climbed between my legs with quite a good erection. With all the finesse of a flying brick he went at me at a fast rate before Johar spoke to him in their own language, and as the lad slowed down, Johar left. The young lad only said a few words, and I could only understand 2 or 3 of them, but he was basically calling me a white mans whore or something similar. Theres gratitude for you! He did not last long and with a squeal let fly his seed with an extra hard thrust. He kept trying to fuck me for a minute more when Johar entered and told him to rest for a short while and he could do it again. The lad left and his Dad, the house owner entered. He spoke with Johar as he also undressed and said a few words of thanks to me as he climbed on board to follow his son. Dad was much more satisfying for me, and as he humped away merrily Johar informed me that he had told the lad I am not a white mans whore, as he and Anwar are not white and I do not charge, so I am a slut for Asians. Can't argue really. Dad brought me off nicely, his brother then came in and took me from behind and then the lad got his second turn. This time my breasts were examined by hand and mouth, I had to suck and lick his fine young cock, and then he had me from behind before once more going for missionary, where he let fly for the second time. I cleaned in the bathroom and went downstairs. Johar, Anwar and Dad were chatting so Uncle took me into the kitchen. He explained in good English that the family women were away so the lad could "become a man", and as he spoke he fondled a breast through my dress. He pulled down the zip and released both breasts so he could cup them, then he raised the zip from the bottom and turned me round, bending me over the kitchen table. I can only describe the next five minutes as a thorough rogering, firm hard strokes, a steady pace and a large come for me, followed by another hole full of fluid as Uncle pulled me hard onto him by my shoulders. Another weekend I was taken for dinner, and did not have to pay or fuck anyone for a discount, which is more normal. After dinner however, we went into London. Anwar explained on the way that I was going to help at a party, which explained why I was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt like a waitress. No underwear and the blouse was never meant to be bent over in, and of course the skirt was shorter than decent women would wear for such a task. Numerous hands want up my skirt, and when it was found I had no panties, I got fingered like crazy. One clever fellow even conspired to pop open my top button so as my breasts all but fell out while I was placing drinks from a tray. The inevitable happened when I had to go to the back of the bar for more ice. A large Asian, about six feet four and three feet across, grabbed me by the shoulders and mentioned Anwar, then steered me into the recesses of the stock area. With a hand on my head he pushed me down to his cock and just face fucked me until he unloaded right down the back of my throat. As he left I could see another 'customer' a barman, Marcus, ready for his turn. A white guy of around forty, he said, "Good old Johar, now, skirt up, bend over those boxes and brace yourself!" No messing, straight in making me gasp, and pounded at my poor pussy as hard as he could. I came twice, hard, even though I was being told what a cow I am for fucking Asians all the time, and how I deserve to be handed out like sweets since I am such a slut. He came hard and deep and passed me a bar towel to clean up with. Before the party was over, I was fucked in the back of the bar by four other staff members, each time bent over the boxes. The other three girls serving all gave me filthy looks and would not talk to me unless they had to. As we were cleaning up, Johar came over and said that the bar manager would put me in a taxi in the morning, and I could stay the night with him. So, Marcus soon had me naked on a table, bum on the edge, and he and three other staff, after the girls had left, all fucked me again, I came loads of times, and was not at all bothered by the names I was being called, as in simple turns, they were pretty accurate I suppose. One of the staff, a dark skinned little chubby guy, poured a sticky substance on my breasts and took great delight in licking it off, before starting again, even while my breasts were rocking back an forth as I was fucked. When it was all over, Marcus took me upstairs to his flat and told me to shower. He was to tired to fuck me again he said, so I had to suck him off before we slept. The alarm went off early, such is life in a bar, and I had to suck Marcus hard again. As soon as he was ready I was on hands and knees while he fucked one more time, no thought to me but I still managed a minor come before he shot into me. I was then given a knee length leather coat, very expensive looking, and told that my skirt and blouse had gone and I should go home in just the coat. ! While waiting for the cab one of the kitchen staff arrived and after a quick chat with Marcus, came straight toward me. So naturally it was off with the coat, on my back on a table and both he and Marcus once more, fucked me. And I was lucky to grab a bar towel to clean up with before the cab arrived. That night As Johar and Anwar recovered after taking me on my sofa, the doorbell went. The big Asian from the bar was there with a box. He carried it into the lounge where I opened it. It was a twenty six inch HD TV, from the bar owner who's function I had worked. Next day, by contrast, Johar took me into town to an electrical dealer, chose his HD TV, and I was out in the delivery yard, about 15 feet by 25, an 8 foot wood fence with barbed wire on top between me and the public. The shop owner, a squat, ugly, balding little man, drooled on my tits as he opened my coat, and happy to find me naked underneath, lay me on a flattened box and, putting a finger to his lips and saying "Shush", began to lick me out. I must admit he knew how to please a girl with his tongue, and then he slid up me, pulled my legs onto his shoulders and slowly nudged his cock into my entrance. He would keep pulling out to rub it against my clit, then nudging back in. He still slobbered on my tits, and I was dying for him to get on and fuck me but had to keep quiet as I could hear people walk by outside. Another little fat guy came out, and began to play with himself near my head. Ugly began to slide further into me and I started to realize how big he was. Each time I thought he was in, he gave another inch. When I felt his scrotum against me I was well stuffed. He took ages to work up to speed and I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. My nipples were like bullets as he drooled a bit more, giving an occasional bite to them, and then I came so Hard I could not even cry out if I wanted too. This fat little Gnome had really got me cooked, and was better than anyone at the function I worked. He grinned at me in a satisfied way, like he had won a fight, and carried on fucking me some more. I came again before he did, around five minutes later, saying "You take my spunk dirty Lady, I give you a baby in your whore belly, take my spunk dirty Lady!". He was generous with his spunk, and his friend dropped his onto my face just afterward. Anwar decided he wanted his own HD TV so a week later we did it all again. And the short little ugly Gnome is now one of my regulars. Yes I know, bloody silly way of life etc. But in my own little world, it's great! DB