I manage a small diner for two lawyers who own it. When I was a kid, with a face that looks like it belongs to tugboat Annie, I was soundly rejected by everyone. Even my own family kept their distance. When I reached my teen years, I blossomed with jaw dropping tits and ass, a rigid, D-cup and an ass that stops clocks. I began to have all kind of reactions from men, mostly silent ones with long glances followed by obvious pants bulgings.

Both of the ambulance chasers that own the diner have fucked me (how I got the job) and hit me up for a piece of ass now and then. I like being lusted after. It beats rejection. I was able to have a comsmetician help my face so I don't look like a beat up long shoreman any longer.

No long ago, a teen boy came in applying for the dishwasher job. He is well over six feet tall, gaunt and muscular, with huge hands and a beak for a nose. He also could not stop looking at my T&A. I hired him. After checking him out for a week or so and looking down at the giant tent in his pants, I waited until after closing and met with him, thanking him for a job well done on the dishes. Just getting close to him caused him to breathe harder. I had taken off everything under my dress so it was clingy to my shapely form. I pulled up my dress and flashed him and he almost passed out,

Then I unzipped him and I had guessed correctly, there was a Louisville slugger hidden in his pants. I took it in one hand but it was too large to grip it. I managed to wet it against my vulva and soon it all slipped into me and he was soon fucking away. I have no idea how long this hot body is going to last but I have been taking full advantage of it. Thank you, mother nature. Remembering my years of rejection now is uplifting and keeps me hot.