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Straight Female / 39
Poor Girl Living Uptown
To get it out of the way, I am the poor girl who grew up on the East side of town, he is the rich boy who grew up on the West side of town. We met in high school, a private school which I attended on scholarship. My mother's job was a custodian at a bank. His family owned the bank.
He fucked who ever he wanted, it wasn't just a reputation. Girls threw themselves at him, hunting for a husband. I was a freshman when he was a senior and he decided to fuck me. He fucked me at an apartment he kept for that purpose, a round bed, mirrors on the wall and ceiling, a fuck chair hanging from the ceiling, a jet tub in the bathroom and beer and pot in the fridge. I got fucked seeing myself in the mirror.
He had a Corvette and wrecked it, he replaced it with a BMW M3. So much fucking, I flunked the ninth grade and lost my scholarship and I went back to my neighborhood high school. He went to Yale, when he was in town he picked me up and fucked me. Sometimes three times a day. He was always smart and did well in his classes, and he tried to convince me he didn't fuck other girls. When I finished high school he took me with him and we eloped, no prenup, no maintenance agreement, married a poor girl from the wrong side of town.
He went to work in Boston for the family's shipping company while I went to college. It was hard stopping him, he fucked me at night and in the morning. Good thing I was young or he would have ruined my pussy. After college he took me on a year tour of the world and brought me home pregnant. His parents had to accept reality, their grandson had a mother from the wrong side of town.
Two more kids, we lived in London and Geneva, we bought a house in New Mexico, we had an apartment in New York. We live in our home town, he works at the bank, the kids go to the same high school where we met, I still get the cold shoulder from some of those girls he fucked in high school. It took me forever to realize he really didn't fuck other girls. It is a bother, he wants pussy morning, noon and night. I shouldn't complain, I know women who never get fucked.
He fucked who ever he wanted, it wasn't just a reputation. Girls threw themselves at him, hunting for a husband. I was a freshman when he was a senior and he decided to fuck me. He fucked me at an apartment he kept for that purpose, a round bed, mirrors on the wall and ceiling, a fuck chair hanging from the ceiling, a jet tub in the bathroom and beer and pot in the fridge. I got fucked seeing myself in the mirror.
He had a Corvette and wrecked it, he replaced it with a BMW M3. So much fucking, I flunked the ninth grade and lost my scholarship and I went back to my neighborhood high school. He went to Yale, when he was in town he picked me up and fucked me. Sometimes three times a day. He was always smart and did well in his classes, and he tried to convince me he didn't fuck other girls. When I finished high school he took me with him and we eloped, no prenup, no maintenance agreement, married a poor girl from the wrong side of town.
He went to work in Boston for the family's shipping company while I went to college. It was hard stopping him, he fucked me at night and in the morning. Good thing I was young or he would have ruined my pussy. After college he took me on a year tour of the world and brought me home pregnant. His parents had to accept reality, their grandson had a mother from the wrong side of town.
Two more kids, we lived in London and Geneva, we bought a house in New Mexico, we had an apartment in New York. We live in our home town, he works at the bank, the kids go to the same high school where we met, I still get the cold shoulder from some of those girls he fucked in high school. It took me forever to realize he really didn't fuck other girls. It is a bother, he wants pussy morning, noon and night. I shouldn't complain, I know women who never get fucked.
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