Straight Female / 29
Not Interested In A Relationship
My growing up years were normal until I was 13. My father was a police captain and he was exposed by internal affairs for taking money from a men's club. He shot himself in the garage.
My mother and I had to leave and move back to her parents in Louisville, Kentucky. Being a girl from the north I didn't fit in at school. My grandparents were bossy, to me and my mother. My mother got a job with a real estate broker working on her real estate license. I was home alone and the man who mowed the lawn came by looking for my grandmother. I told him to come back later because she was not in. He walked in, told me I was real pretty for a girl and he had his way with me. I was fifteen that afternoon.
For the next four years I went to him, he had a shop close to my high school and that's where I went for him to have sex. In my mind I didn't have sex, he did. Neither my mother nor grandmother ever clued upon that I was seeing the yardman after school. Looking back on it, sex was up and up straight sex, with a little bit of oral sex. Ten minute sex, pants down, bend over or lean back on the table, in and out, pull my pants up and go home.
After college I went to work at a big company and the department manager put his arm around my shoulder and I did what came naturally, I hugged back and looked for a kiss. I went to his office during lunch and lowered my pants, bent over his desk and got my treat. Of all the ways to fuck, bent over is my favorite, just feel him bang away until he cums. If I want to get off I flip my clit while he fucks.
With one older man I entertained he accused me of masturbating with a dick. It's probably true, I just want to get banged I am happy enough without a man. I told him he was beating off with a pussy so we were even. There is a worst kind of sex, and that is when a man wants to talk.
My mother and I had to leave and move back to her parents in Louisville, Kentucky. Being a girl from the north I didn't fit in at school. My grandparents were bossy, to me and my mother. My mother got a job with a real estate broker working on her real estate license. I was home alone and the man who mowed the lawn came by looking for my grandmother. I told him to come back later because she was not in. He walked in, told me I was real pretty for a girl and he had his way with me. I was fifteen that afternoon.
For the next four years I went to him, he had a shop close to my high school and that's where I went for him to have sex. In my mind I didn't have sex, he did. Neither my mother nor grandmother ever clued upon that I was seeing the yardman after school. Looking back on it, sex was up and up straight sex, with a little bit of oral sex. Ten minute sex, pants down, bend over or lean back on the table, in and out, pull my pants up and go home.
After college I went to work at a big company and the department manager put his arm around my shoulder and I did what came naturally, I hugged back and looked for a kiss. I went to his office during lunch and lowered my pants, bent over his desk and got my treat. Of all the ways to fuck, bent over is my favorite, just feel him bang away until he cums. If I want to get off I flip my clit while he fucks.
With one older man I entertained he accused me of masturbating with a dick. It's probably true, I just want to get banged I am happy enough without a man. I told him he was beating off with a pussy so we were even. There is a worst kind of sex, and that is when a man wants to talk.
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