Carrie's Erotic Diary Vol One 6 Short Erotic Stories

By Abigail Andrews

From the pen of Abigail Andrews. Carrie arrives in London looking for work and through the first few days discovers that she is a nymphomaniac and enjoys everything erotic. These stories continue through the week but each is a different stand-alone sexual adventure, covering many different activities. This is not suitable for minors and this who would be offended by sexually graphic descriptions.
CARRIE’S EXHIBITION STAND
Carrie is working on an exhibition stand at a national show. She is attracted to the sales manager, in charge of the stand and he makes a pitch for her. She accepts his invitation to dinner and finds herself in the sexually charged situation that she’d wanted so badly.
RICHARD FOUND AND TRAINED ME
This flashback story is about hoe Carrie arrived in London. Staying in a cheap hotel and seeking out work. She lands a job as a promotions-girl and through this meets Richard, a photographer who leads her down the rocky road where she discovers how she loves sex.
CARRIE’S LESBIAN ADVENTURE
Carrie is working with Gwen who has been doing different jobs in and on the fringe of the sex industry. Carrie stays over and suddenly they are fumbling with each other in bed and that’s where the excitement begins.
CARRIE SERVED HOT
The advert was for a serving wench. The job was to serve four sex hungry, high on success financier guys in a private suite in a top hotel where they had their end of month meal. £1500 was what Carrie would be paid and she realised why when they told her that she was the dessert.
CARRIE AND GWEN’S THREESOME??
Carrie had experienced more than she expected in the past few days, so she wasn’t disturbed when she fond herself with Gwen in a threesome with Tim, whom she’d met at the hotel gang-bang
CARRIE AT CLUB EROS
Carrie was taken along to Club Eros, a sex club in London. Tim was a member and thought Carrie would enjoy being there. Enjoy it! She loved it and threw herself into the atmosphere enjoying one of the other women, making an exhibition of themselves in a lesbian frenzy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abigail Andrews
• Release date: Nov 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463582053

Abigail Andrews

Abigail Andrews was born in a remote Caribbean island where her father was a prolific writer and her mother the island doctor. Black magic was still being practiced so her mother was stigmatized by the locals.Abigail was sent to the UK to be brought up by her grand-parents who lived in a small Cornish village where they had retired and integrated into the local community. Abigail was a wild child and at seventeen took off to London. She had a little money saved and so was able to rent a room for a month. She found a job in a Lap-dancing Club and enjoyed the money that poured in. But soon she wanted more and would sometimes let one of the patrons take her to dinner and more.After a year she’d enough to put a deposit down on an apartment and continued her escort work, but not the lap-dancing. The escort work has led down many different roads. She was an energetic girl and started writing short stories for her own pleasure.Now she is pleased to start publishing these which often start with a flash of inspiration from her experiences but develop into fictitious stories with characters created in her imagination.She said “I’m only 24 years old but my life has been filled with sexual pleasures. I hope that these stories will make my readers believe they are there watching or taking part and getting a thrill. I’ve started a full length novel but this will be a long time coming. It has to be hot, steamy but authentic”She keeps in touch with her grand-parents who think she is a PA to a director of a major company!!

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Carries Erotic Diary Vol One

Copyright 2019 Abigail Andrews

Published by Abigail Andrews at Smashwords

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Carrie’s Erotic Diary Volume One

6 Erotic Short Stories

This is a work of fiction.

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and are used fictionally.

This is for adults. Do not read this erotic book if you find such themes offensive. None of the characters depicted in this book are related by blood, and all are over 18 years

CONTENTS

STORIES SYNOPSYS

CARRIE’S EXHIBITION STAND

RICHARD FOUND AND TRAINED ME

CARRIE’S LESBIAN ENCOUNTER

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CARRIE SERVED HOT

CARRIE AND GWEN’S THREESOME MFF

CARRIE AT CLUB EROS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Carrie’s Erotic Diary: Vol One

6 EROTIC SHORT STORIES

Carrie arrives in London looking for work and through the first few days discovers that she is a nymphomaniac and enjoys everything erotic. These stories continue through the week, but each is a different stand-alone sexual adventure, covering many different activities. This is not suitable for minors and this who would be offended by sexually graphic descriptions.

CARRIE’S EXHIBITION STAND

Carrie is working on an exhibition stand at a national show. She is attracted to the sales manager, in charge of the stand and he makes a pitch for her. She accepts his invitation to dinner and finds herself in the sexually charged situation that she’d wanted so badly.

RICHARD FOUND AND TRAINED ME

This flashback story is about hoe Carrie arrived in London. Staying in a cheap hotel and seeking out work. She lands a job as a promotions-girl and through this meets Richard, a photographer who leads her down the rocky road where she discovers how she loves sex.

CARRIE’S LESBIAN ENCOUNTER

Carrie is working with Gwen who has been doing different jobs in and on the fringe of the sex industry. Carrie stays over and suddenly they are fumbling with each other in bed and that’s where the excitement begins.

CARRIE SERVED HOT

The advert was for a serving wench. The job was to serve four sex hungry, high on success financier guys in a private suite in a top hotel where they had their end of month meal. £1500 was what Carrie would be paid and she realised why when they told her that she was the dessert.

CARRIE AND GWEN’S THREESOME??

Carrie had experienced more than she expected in the past few days, so she wasn’t disturbed when she found herself with Gwen in a threesome with Tim, whom she’d met at the hotel gang-bang

CARRIE AT CLUB EROS

Carrie was taken along to Club Eros, a sex club in London. Tim was a member and thought Carrie would enjoy being there. Enjoy it! She loved it and threw herself into the atmosphere enjoying one of the other women, making an exhibition of themselves in a lesbian frenzy.

CARRIE’S STAND EXHIBITION

About Me

I’m starting fresh today. I’m going to write about my experiences and emotions. Maybe one day someone will make this into a book. So, let’s start by telling you about myself.

My name is Carrie and I love sex. Everything about it. I love guys who are older cause they are better at fucking. I love the chase. Finding a guy, single, married, mainly older and talking him into have a good time with me, naked and intimate.

I’m now 24 but I’ve been like this since my 18th birthday when I was seduced by Richard who was much older and loved younger women. Well women who are between 18 and 22, any size, any shape and anywhere – so he said. We had a wild 3 days together. I learned more than any 18-year-old should know about the art of sex and how to please a man. That is another story and one you need to watch out for. It’s been my secret now for the last 6 years and maybe time to tell you about it.

But back to now and me. I’m Carrie White, blonde, petit and attractive. Or at least that is what they tell me, family, friends and lovers. I enjoy dancing, shows and eating. I’m a pizza queen, but I go for food from around the world. I left school and went to college for a year to study Hair and Make-up, but I didn’t learn anything new, so I left.

I took a job promoting and merchandising. That meant standing in a Departmental Store or supermarket giving away samples or doing a make-up make-over. It was OK and I was doing what I liked, meeting new people and having fun. Wasn’t really like work.

Then the agency said they were looking for photographic models to present products for magazines. I had some work over a few months and made some money, but it was slow. I knew I wouldn’t make it big overnight, so I kept up the promo work too. Then Richard came along and that’s when my life changed. He persuaded me to do nude modelling and that lead to me losing my virginity. You’ll need to read about it in Richard Found and Trained Me which is included here

Up until then I’d had a few boy-friends but nothing too serious. Most I went out with just a few times and got bored. They all talked about football and all tried to get me into bed. Quite honestly it pissed me off. In the car, at my home or theirs, even at a movie they all tried to get their hands inside my bra, up my skirt or down my jeans. And some wouldn’t take No without a slap. I was fed-up. I had this schoolgirl idea of being a virgin bride when the right guy came along. Foolish thought now, powerful motivation at the time. So rather than be in a difficult position again I started just going out with the crowd.

Thursday 17th February

So here I am on an exhibition stand for a major kitchen manufacturer – top end of course – dressed in red. Red blouse, buttons opened as far as I can get away with, red lacy platform bra showing my boys, a red mini shirt and red heels, high, high enough to accentuate my legs but also make them ache. I need to sit down. Who designed this? Must have been a man. I’m handing out brochures and trying to get people on to the stand where the sales crew will talk to them and try to sell. The sales guys all have a red shirt and tie matching my outfit, company colour. They are all on commission; I’m on a flat day rate. Ok. It’s not peanuts but I could beat any of these guys on sales. Maybe I should try that in future. I’m sure my agency will be able to find some work for me. I’m staying in a hotel with the sales guys. I wonder who will be the first to try it on! Tough luck guys, you are all too young and in-your-face. After Richard I like older guys and I like a challenge.

The passageway is getting busy now. Mainly couples and families. The guys look at me out of the corner of their eyes, liking the candy in the store, but knowing their other half would not be happy. Some try to cajole their partner onto the stand, maybe thinking they would be talking to me, only to find they are collared by a sales guy. Life is tough guys. Some look over the sales guy’s shoulder at me, longing in their eyes.

Well done Carrie John said as he came and stood next to me, looking out at the passing crowds. "You are getting them onto the stand. Great. The last girl here just looked bored and did nothing. I fired her at the end of the first day and the sales guys took it in turns to pull the punters in. As far as I’m concerned, it’s two different jobs and here you need to be attractive with a smile, back there you need sales skills. I’m sure you have both, but you are here now.

A salesman here costs me sales when we can have them all selling back there. He smiled at me, that big open-faced smile that you sometimes get from confident guys. need your mobile please. I have everyone else’s. It means if you go for a break or walk around, I can call you back if it gets busy."

I smiled back. John was the Sales Director. Probably late forties, good looking in a sports way, probably played cricket in the summer and football in the winter. Could play golf too. You know the sort, tall, good body, slim but probably with muscles under that expensive suit. I knew he had fought his way up from the bottom of the ladder. Started labouring, learned to install kitchens, started selling and soon became Sales Director. He had a wife and kids. I didn’t know anything about them, where he lived or anything about his lifestyle, except he had expensive clothes and drove a top of the range convertible BMW. I’d not asked about him but one of the guys gave me the low-down over a coffee as I rested my legs for a few minutes. I just asked about the set up and if the boss was easy to work with. You need to know this stuff in case they have any idiosyncrasies to avoid on the job. I once did a promo and the boss lady didn’t like the girls taking breaks without asking first. Well I mean. If you need the loo, then you need it. And what are a few minutes. I apologized and everything was OK after that. So, the sales guy, Mark, gave me a fast rundown and put my mind at rest. "I’ve never heard anything bad about John. He is a good manager. And there’s never been a whisper about any affairs which is unusual. The Finance Director was caught in his office one evening with a girl clerk, both naked and high. The girl never came back, Bill carried on as if nothing had happened. But John, no. I think he and his wife are like a golden couple, in fact a golden family. They rarely come in. I think I’ve seen his wife a couple of times that’s all.

This looked like a challenge. Could I get John in bed? Something to think about whilst I stand smiling at the crowd and handing out literature. AND he would be staying at the hotel with the rest of the guys. I had three days.

John stood with me for a few minutes, watching me work, I guess, probably seeing if he could improve what I was doing. He chatted about how busy it was, that there were better sales than last year. He appreciated how I was doing. He explained that we all normally had an evening meal together at the hotel and then some went to the bar for a few drinks. He said that was fine, but he didn’t like them having too much as he needed them fully alert next day on the stand. It wasn’t a warning, but I knew that if any of us turned up not working well then, we would have to answer to him.

Then he walked off and talked to some punters. Later I saw him walk away from our stand and around the exhibition. I am sure he was eyeing up