Kirsty’s Origin Story

Hi, Amy here. Kirsty, yes we’re still together, has read my origin story and, despite getting distracted several times at the memories, thought it was a good read.

She wondered if people would be interested in how she got to this point in her life, and has asked me to help write it.

Again, there are elements of the story that have been amended to hide identities, and to make the story flow better, but the back story, the sex, the bad parts… it’s all true.

So it’s my turn to tell you about me.

I’m Kirsty, and at the time this story begins I’m 18, I’m 5’4″, blonde, with my hair long and past my shoulders and ice blue eyes that appear grey at times.

I’m an all over size 8, with a tiny waist, which gives me slight curves, although I feel I have the body of a 12 year old boy.

My 34b breasts I am unhappy with, and I don’t yet have the money to get them enhanced, and I have no tattoos or piercings. Yet.

I have real issues with my body, and overuse make -up to compensate for what I see as me being too skinny, too ugly, too flat chested… I could go on.

My self perception of ugliness doesn’t match the attention I have had from boys, and I have ‘enjoyed’ this attention throughout my adolescence.

My life has been pretty shit. I don’t even remember my dad. He was just never there, other than the child support which was a monthly direct debit into my mum’s account.

My mum was amazing, and worked in a well paid job around looking after me through childhood, working from home a lot, before it really became a thing.

I had no brothers and sisters, and we lived in a 2 bed apartment, so our expenses were low. We were relatively well off and lived a good life, until I was 14.

I still remember the day at school well, the lessons, the conversations, everything about it has remained framed in my memory.

I remember sitting in Mr Lakefields History Class, and Miss Turner, Deputy Head and PE teacher calling me out.

I remember the fear. What had I done? I remember the walk to her Office. I’d never even had detention, why did the Deputy Head need me?

I remember the look on her face as she told me my Mum was dead.

She dropped me at school, and a mile down the road her car had been hit by a speeding car, the driver still drunk from the night before.

I’d even watched the fucking helicopter circling before it landed as I did PE on the field first lesson.

So she was gone. My beautiful amazing Mum was gone. She’d left me everything. There was no one else. I was an only child, my dad was gone, she too was an only child and both of her parents had already passed.

This left another problem. Where would I live?

Social services knew, they placed me into a Care Home.

I changed Care Home several times, and went from being a popular, successful student, to really not giving a shit.

I found out that alcohol numbed the pain for a short while, and cigarettes had wonderful nicotine.

I made new ‘friends’ who introduced me to cannabis, skipping school and staying out past my curfew. Just not going back at all, became normal.

I was frequently missing, and knew a lot of the local Police Officers who were frequently called to find me when I decided to stay out.

Suffice to say by the time I turned 18 I was not a virgin, I had little in the way of qualifications, and no real prospects.

I had a pot of money my mum had left, which was turned over to me on my 18th, and wanted to burn through it as fast as I could.

I was moved from my semi independent flat, with staff, to full independence, with a support worker who checked on me.

I had few real friends, being close to a redheaded girl who was 2 years below me at school, called Amy.

She seemed to see through my anger at the world, and like me, which is more than did.

I tended to spend time with her friends, who were the only real positive influences in my life, and when they were not around I had a different set of friends, who mostly wanted to spend my money on themselves.

So I lived alone, without supervision now, and found that alcohol, cannabis and cigarettes didn’t make me feel better about myself. But sex did.

Being wanted made me feel attractive. I didn’t go out without makeup on, and I had discovered nightclubs.

Nightclubs had boys, and boys bought me drinks.

So Friday night and Saturday night were my life.

I had, in a moment of rare common sense, started college in the week, because I was bored senseless and thought some qualifications would be useful. I’m not stupid, far from it, but had just given up.

I realised I needed money to pay for the weekend party, and didn’t want to piss everything my mum had left up the wall.

I also worked in a pub, The White Horse weekday nights, which was a short walk and a bus journey from mine, near to where my mom’s old flat was.

But this Friday, this was Kirsty’s time, when the weekend began.

Stacey and Ellie were over, getting ready at mine, as I had drinks in, they could have save them money, and they would probably stay later too.

I had opted for my standard tiny dress, off one shoulder, showing off my (lack of) cleavage, and barely covering my ass, which at least was pert.

Strapless bra, black thong, and black heels… very high heels, a shit tonne of dark eye makeup, 20 B and H fresh taste, that I could click to menthol when I wanted and I was ready.

I paid for the taxi into town, not getting there until after 10, and we were already half cut by the first club.

Shots, drinks, a little dance and on to the main club in town, and it was time to party.

All three of us were similarly dressed, Stacey in a bright green dress with a cut out at her waist, and Ellie in a classier red dress that was cut between her d cup boobs, which looked perfect without a bra.

The lads were soon dancing around us and offering drinks, which we were only too keen to accept.

I was dancing with a guy called Stuart. He was tall, thin and dark haired with nice brown eyes and wandering hands.

By dancing I mean necking furiously, tongues in each other’s mouths and his hands everywhere.

In return he was keeping me in vodka Red bull. Stacey and Ellie were similarly engaged nearby.

Stuart pulled me to a nearby booth, where he pushed me back into the corner of the sticky, red fabric seat, kissing me and touching me everywhere. In truth he wasn’t that hot, or that good a kisser, but he wanted me, and that made him so insanely hot I was going to fuck him.

I readily parted my legs as his hand slid up my thigh, his rough fingers grazing my soft skin, before they pushed my soaked thong aside.

He was direct, and somewhat lacking in finesse, as he parted my lips and pushed two fingers roughly inside, mistaking my gasp of pain for pleasure, and smiling at me.

The pain quickly subsided, and his rough fast fingering started to draw little shocks of pleasure from me. I buried my head in his shoulder and loudly moaned and gasped, knowing the music would drown it out.

He had his cock out, and I took him in my hand, wanking him.

It was thick and quite long, with a slight curve to the side. I was more excited now, looking forward to feeling it inside me.

But,”not in here,” I said as he tried to push it into me. “You can’t fuck me in here.”

He sat up, his cock standing up and looking inviting.

I moved in, under the cover of the table, and took him in my mouth.

I sucked him quick and fast, hoping that no one would catch us, but a little excited at the risk.

I made sure it was a wet, sloppy blow job, my spit soaking his cock and running down onto his balls.

He gripped my hair at the back and pushed me down onto his cock.

I have been blessed with no real gag reflex, and was able to suppress the minimal one that was there, so I was quickly taking him in my throat, as he bucked his hips up, and pushed my head down fucking my face.

I could feel his movements getting more ragged, and managed to regain control enough to back myself off his cock, and take his cum in my mouth as opposed to directly into my throat.

I sucked hard on his dick as it throbbed and filled my mouth, so as not to lose a drop.

I raised my head, and looked him in the eye, opening my mouth so he could see his load in there, before swallowing overly hard, just to show him it was happening.

I opened my mouth to show him it was empty again, and the look of joy on his face made me happy.

I always felt pride when I made a guy cum, like I’d achieved something, not like I’d had to work for it in this case, but it made me feel good I’d pleased someone so much.

I took a swig of my drink as he got himself dressed.

I quickly spoke to the other girls, and we decided we were leaving to go to a club called Insomnia on the other side of town. It had taken its name from the fact they would stay open until it got light, I’d been in there until 6am before.

The boys we were with came out with us, and I was busily kissing Stuart again. I’d enjoyed making him cum, but I needed my turn.

I pulled him towards an alleyway I knew. It was the gateway to some flats above the shops in the street, but was only really used for shagging or people taking a piss at this time of night.

I had Stuart’s cock out again and was wanking him while I kissed him. I was still soaking wet, and horny as hell, needing my relief, and thankfully he was quickly hard.

I turned to face the wall, bending and arching my back.

He slapped his cock on my ass a couple of times, which made me smile. The size and weight of it felt so good.

Then he pushed himself against me, his tip finding my ass first, before I took hold of him and redirected him to my eager pussy.

He slid smoothly inside me, me feeling every millimetre as he filled me completely.

I looked to my left, deeper into the alley.

Ellie was there with her man. He was sitting on a set of steps, his trousers round his knees, she straddled him, and was riding his cock like her life depended on it, her beautiful tits free as he had pulled her dress down, bouncing as she rode. I was so jealous of them. Her man buried his face in them, and I turned away, thrusting my hips back to meet Stuart’s thrusts.

Looking towards the mouth of the alley another girl was there, pants round her ankles, squatting and pissing between her bright blue heels. I could see her bare crotch as she peed, and stared until I realised she was watching.

I had always found the female body beautiful, certainly my attention was all on the girl watching porn, and I had frequently clicked on the ‘lesbian’ section.

But, in my youthful experience, sex was something a guy did to you, so had never taken that fascination further.

I realised my mind was wandering, mainly as Stuart’s thrusting was uncoordinated and I could tell he wouldn’t last much longer.

I reached down and rubbed my clit, flicking it fast and to bring myself to a sharp orgasm, helped by the thick cock in me, I threw my head back as I came, making sure Stuart knew I was cumming on his cock.

It did the trick, and he started to grunt, and quickly whipped his cock out to cum all over my ass.

I loved the feeling of hot cum landing on me, and quickly cooling, and again I felt a sense of pride and pleasure, despite the sex being average.

I went and waited for Ellie on the street, where Stacey was standing alone. I lit a cigarette and asked Stacey where her guy was.

She laughed, “He cum in about 30 seconds, said sorry and went.”

“Nice…” I laughed, “Mine wasn’t much better.”

Ellie came back red in the face, and snogging the guy she had been with. At least one of us had fun.

After dragging her off her man, we went across to Insomnia, heels clicking on the empty streets as we crossed town, giggling about our exploits.

Once inside Insomnia I got another round in, quickly thinking I’d bought them all, all night, but whatever.

We downed shots and went to the dance floor, guys again coming over.

One guy caught my eye. He was dark and handsome, a hint of stubble under curly dark hair. Strong shoulders, and his tight white t-shirt not hiding the hours he spent in the gym.

He had a cocky grin and clearly loved himself.

He caught me looking and smiled.

I smiled back and looked away, playing the game, glancing back… he was gone… where was he…

Hands around my waist, hello.

“Now you are way too beautiful for this place. Are they paying models to get guys in?”

Cheesy, but it made me smile, and blush.

I looked back over my shoulder; “are they doing the same to get guys in?”

He laughed, “I’m no model, but you are something else.”

He unashamedly looked me up and down, and seemed to stare right through my dress, not difficult considering how little of it there was.

My pussy twinged with excitement under his gaze. Yeah I wanted him.

I let him buy me a drink, and shouted small talk. Tyler was his name, he was a lifeguard at the swimming baths, figures, and he was single. He said. His phone was going constantly, and when he unlocked it, the image was him and a girl. Oh well, not my problem.

We danced, and danced closer, and when he moved in I was only too eager to kiss him.

Oh he could kiss, both soft and hard at the same time, holding back and making me chase him to get our lips together, teasing me, then biting my bottom lip. His tongue was urgent and played with mine.

As his leg moved between mine I couldn’t help, but grind my wetness against his thigh, letting him feel how hot I was.

He got the message, and pulled me into a corridor that led to a fire escape.

He pushed me against the wall, kissing me, then said in my ear, “you know I used to work here. They never changed this code.”

There was a doorway there with a 5 digit key coded lock on it.

He pressed the buttons, turned the lever, and the door opened.

It was a cleaning cupboard and he ushered me in closing the door.

A cleaning cupboard. I’m not sure where that ranks in classiness against an alleyway, but I didn’t care.

I dropped to my knees as he took his cock out and sucked him, licking his dick all over to get him fully hard, then taking him fast and urgently in my mouth, sucking hard.

He seemed to be in a rush, as he pulled me to my feet.

I sat myself back onto the edge of a metal storage shelving unit, scattering cleaning fluid and a dustpan and brush as I did.

I opened my legs and pulled my thong aside, and he pushed his cock inside me.

He wasn’t as big as Stuart had been, but had a better idea of what he was doing.

The sex was frantic and fast, me holding his back tightly as he fucked me, and whispering encouragement to him; “Oh yes, fuck me baby, fuck me harder.”

He grunted, and pulled out grabbing my shoulder and pushing me to my knees.

What the fuck? I wasn’t even close.

I opened my mouth and sucked him as he pushed his cock forward, feeling it twitch and that sensation when someone cums in your mouth, like your mouth is getting wetter and more full.

Some girls complain about the taste of cum, but I’ve never really tasted anything, a slight salty tang, but that’s it, and it’s certainly not unpleasant.

I wasn’t putting on a cum swallowing show for his 2 minutes so I quickly swallowed, and got myself sorted.

When we went out he just said; “thanks,” and disappeared in the crowd, leaving me wet and frustrated.

I went into the toilets to touch up my makeup, and looked for the girls.

Nowhere to be seen. I checked my phone, one WhatsApp from Ellie; “Going back to some boys flat. See you tomorrow.”

Fucking thanks.

I left the club, feeling majorly annoyed and still horny as hell.

There were no taxis outside, so I walked. It was only half a mile to my flat from here. Unfortunately, the local council, in their infinite wisdom, had chosen the seediest part of town for their supported living flats. The only advantage being that the two gangs who sold weed there kept their prices low in competition. Every so often that competition would lead to someone getting stabbed outside

So here I was walking through the red light area, which extended up to my flats.

My top floor flat had a grandstand view of one street corner where some girls gathered every night.

In fairness they were quite polite when I’d walked by and spoken to them in the past, and didn’t really cause me too much bother.

It was now 4am, so even the prostitutes were few and far between.

I lit a cigarette and took deep drags as I walked, thinking how I’d need to sort out my urge when I got in.

A car pulled up alongside me, driver’s side to the kerb, so on the wrong side of the road.

“Hey, excuse me. How much?”

I looked across, a guy in his mid 30s sat in the leather seat of a gunmetal grey Audi. He was actually quite cute, why was he after hookers?

“What?” I replied, more to buy time.

Did he think I was a prostitute?

“How much?” He asked again.

“For what?” I snapped back.

“Sex,” He replied, like I was stupid.

“I’m not a prostitute.” I said.

He actually blushed.

“I thought it was too good to be true,” He said. “Sorry.”

I laughed, I had been initially angry, but now saw the funny side.

“How much would you pay?” I asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before,” He said, “60?”

“Fuck off 60, I’m not a smackhead,” I laughed.

“£100,” He said.

I went to tell him where to go, but that was the best part of 2 nights work for me. If my night so far had been anything to go by I could make it in 5 minutes.

“£100?” I said, “In cash, upfront?”

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’ll need a cashpoint.”

Was I really going to do this? I was so turned on at the thought of it, why not? What if he murdered me? No, he hasn’t got it in him. Has he?

Fuck it, I’m doing it. My mind had these conversations with itself.

“OK,” I said, and got into the passenger side of his car.

My stomach was churning, I was so scared, so nervous, and so so excited. My pussy was tingling in anticipation.

I directed him to a cashpoint, watching him nervously play with his wedding ring as he drove.

He caught me looking.

“I’m not a bad person,” He stammered.

“It’s just…”

“We all have needs,” I said, finding his nervousness endearing.

He went to the cashpoint while I waited in the car. When he returned his ring had been taken off.

I directed him to a dark parking area alongside the railway, and out of sight.

He stopped the car, and we sat in silence.

He handed me the money, and I put it in my handbag.

I then leaned over, kneeling on the seat and took his cock out.

He was already rock hard, and easily the biggest I’d see that night.

He whispered; “Do you mind if I kiss you?”

“I think I’d prefer it,” I said, meeting his lips, and gently wanking him as we kissed.

His kisses were soft and intimate, and I found myself whimpering small noises into his mouth, touching myself as we kissed.

Eventually I broke the kiss and licked the tip of his dick. Then again, swirling my tongue around it, then taking him into my warm mouth.

I sucked him deeper with each Bob of my head, building the heat and anticipation to fever pitch inside me as he reached my throat.

I tried to contain myself, take my time and make it worth £100, fighting the urge to throw myself onto him full speed.

He gasped and moaned, uttering; “Oh that’s good,” several times.

I took him into my throat, working his whole length into my mouth, and meeting his neatly trimmed pubes with my lips.

He moaned and said; “Let me fuck you ”

The mechanics of car sex are always difficult, and we opted for him sliding his seat fully back, and me straddling him.

I took hold of his cock, shivering with anticipation, and was shocked to feel I was dripping onto him.

I kissed him again, then lowered myself onto him, gasping into his mouth at his sheer size as he filled me.