My name is Lynne. 

Today, my name is all that is left of my identity, because my life has been ruined by Cornish drug dealers.

At 21, I had a master's in hairdressing and dyeing and my own salon in Hayle. It was my success that attracted my best friend, Gina, to me by then. She would take me out clubbing but couldn’t always pay for herself. 

Then her dad came back from ‘work in London’ with a surprise treat for me in exchange for looking after Gina so well. Turned out ‘work in London’ was slang for time in Wormwood Scrubbs prison. And his daughter, Gina, wasn’t allowed these treats. 

I became paranoid, delusional and dysfunctional and was diagnosed as schizoid delusional with borderline personality and bipolar disorder. I couldn’t keep up with the rent, let alone work for any continuous length of time. 

I had become addicted to treats. Another friend, who saw I was struggling, introduced me to sex work. I turned tricks for quick cash hits. I had this one extremely naive punter who would do friend-type things for me. 

When I had to break into my own flat when I lost my keys, he changed the locks for me. He would always bring a gift when he had a punt and was up for it almost daily. A really good little earner for me. 

He would always pre-plan our intimate adventures. 

This usually involved wearing something excitingly sexy that would be discarded after sex. My erotic wardrobe quickly grew. 

Only once did we use his favourite, a sequined flesh-coloured dress slit all the way up the back and tied with a bow, on a number of encounters. 

It looked classy from the front but had easy access for doing me in my ass. He liked fucking my ass. More than any other punter by far. That made me feel special… very special.

I remember that one time, to avoid my landlord, I turned up at his door. After coffee, he suggested, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, that I shower and then stay the night for a good rest. He led the way. 

Looking down up close into my eyes, he began to pull my dress straps apart as carelessly and nonchalantly as unloading groceries. 

He put me in the shower. We feigned romance: washing each other’s hair and massaging each other’s bodies with shower cream, like having sex in the rain when getting wet through didn’t matter, because we were in love. 

He smoothed some shower gel over his hands and fingers and turned me around slightly, then rudely shoved his finger up my ass but also gently, slowly… I would say ‘kindly’. Then directed the shower jet as an enema.

By then we were doing it bareback. He dried me off in a hurry, tying a towel around my hair, then guided me by my arm, bending me over the corner of the bed, tapping my legs to either side of the corner with his feet. Holding me still by my shoulder, he crouched down to stick his tongue deep into my ass. 

It was nice: very wet, gentle, and very intimate indeed. I was enjoying his probing, but then he stood up and, hurriedly, entered me with what I could feel to be a hot, swollen, bare cock straight into my ass, still slippery from washing.

“Oooh,” I stuttered with some surprise. Imagining his cock to be huge and purple turned me on.

I squealed. Once inside, I could feel him getting bigger and bigger. 

He always came for an audience: that is, loud and clear. That time, it was such an operatic requiem that I teased him that he wouldn’t be able to do that again for a while, honestly believing that he must have been spent.

“Oh… Is that right?” he replied, dropping his towel to reveal a semi-thick, red salami. 

He pushed me onto my back, holding my shoulder down with one hand, playfully slapped my knees into the missionary position as he guided, with his whole body, his cock inside my already wet, wide-open pussy. I wrapped my welcoming legs around his back for some encouragement. 

Much more virile this time, he thrust fast for what seemed like twenty minutes before coming again inside my grateful, somewhat sore pussy.

One problem with punters is that they all too often skip some foreplay to go straight for the scratchy bit.

 So I was glad to have been showered, buggered, and then rogered in such quick succession, making for a decently long sexual encounter.

I stayed overnight. In the morning, he would get his commercial coffee machine on. When I heard it, I put on his white waffle dressing gown and then made my way downstairs. He had a restaurant. He was standing stark naked in his restaurant, making coffee behind the bar. I lit up and hung around as if I were in a queue in front of the bar. We sipped our coffee from each side of the bar as he eyed me up.

“Let me help you with that?” As he came around to my side of the bar. He took my coffee from my hands and placed it carefully on the bar. I could see that his hands were shaking slightly with anticipation and excitement.

I glanced at his already purple, hardening dick. I remember thinking that he must really want me. I could feel myself getting wet. He turned a tall stool sideways to the bar, undid my robe and pushed it back off my shoulders to fall to the floor, then lifted me up from under my armpits onto the stool. He knelt down and began frantically licking and pushing his tongue into my crack, sliding my hips forward off the edge of the seat. Then I felt his big nose in my pussy and his tongue in my ass. I liked that. It was so unusual that it made me shudder with a slight orgasm.

He stood up, lifted my legs over and onto his shoulders and pulled my buttocks further off the edge of the stool. Then, looking down, he strangled his cock and navigated it straight into my pussy, which was now hanging off the chair seat. 

I thought I was going to fall off, but as he went all the way deep inside me, I could feel his stiff rod supporting my whole body. I am only a petite size 6.

I could feel the head of his penis hitting the back of my cunt. He grabbed the stool backrest, using it as a handrail to shake and thrust my petite body forward onto his cock. He began thrusting longer and longer, then harder and harder, skidding the stool on the wooden floor as he banged as hard as he could into me.

When he began to slow down, I could, positively, feel his throbbing stretching me.

I could feel him nearly exploding. It was all too much for me. I threw myself in for a deep kiss and shuddered to orgasm, gushing, splattering to the floor.

The pace slowed. He was smiling now. Apparently, quite pleased with himself.

He began to groan and shiver. He began forced, regular, deep breathing to hold back his orgasm. He withdrew from inside of me. He had not come. What was happening?

He disappeared upstairs as a few more of my drips fell to the floor. Soon he was back with a packet of lubricant. He lifted me off the stool, turned me around, and plonked me down again on the seat, swinging my legs around the backside of the stool.

I felt his naked chest against my back just before some cold oil on his finger pushed up my ass.

Then slowly he edged his cock into my ass. I cooed, as he was often quite big for me. He began with slow, short thrusts, then as I could feel him getting bigger, he increased his depth and speed in and out of my ass. He began moaning, and then I could feel him withdrawing completely and then re-entering my ass, each entrance making me wince. He seemed to enjoy my twitching, and then it was just repeated re-entries. It seemed like his cock had never been so big, but I hung on. It was not long at all before he had emptied his load deep inside my ass. He fell forward onto my back, panting and giggling.

If I stayed around his place, we’d have sex about five or seven times every twenty-four hours. I wouldn’t say per day, because we were often up at night, typically after there had been some live music on that would finish late.

One year, he bought me a real mink jacket for Christmas. We had been fucking for about five years by that time. I was really touched, and I treasured that for many years. Typically, though, he’d get me some slutty lingerie, sexy skirts or see-through tops. They would be for sex scenes. He’d have a plan that we’d act out, or rather, he would act, and then I would submissively follow.