Straight Female / 31
It's Embarrassing But I'm Hooked Now And Get Away
In the ninth grade I was in a car accident that broke my leg and hip and cut my face open. I recovered from my broken bones and my face healed but I have this self conscious thing about my scar. If I get excited or nervous or embarrassed my scar lights up and becomes very obvious. Makeup can only go so far. The result is that I finished high school and college and never had a date. I went to work for this Christian radio station and everyone who worked there had married early and had kids. I lived alone.
In the apartment complex where I lived a man moved in across the landing to me and he talked to me when we saw each other on the landing or the parking lot. He asked me one day why I was alone, he asked if I preferred the rumba with another woman. He asked if I had ever felt the sting of a man's cock in my hole. How about a hot tongue where the sun don't shine. I was embarrassed by him and scared. But at night I thought about what he said. I started to get self conscious that I didn't have any experience of that kind. And the things he said, I mean really a hot tongue where the sun don't shine? Who did that?
It was Sunday afternoon and I went out to do my grocery shopping. When I came up the stairs to the landing he was waiting and asked me what I was going to fix him for dinner. I tried ignoring him and he said I was being impolite and he wanted a home cooked dinner and I was the best bet in town. He then said he'd 'lick my clit' if I fixed him dinner. I told him he was disgusting and I would never want him in my house. He flicked his tongue, and grabbed his pants and said he was ready, willing and able to fuck me into my place. He wanted dinner, so six it was and he was coming over and he wanted me to set the table and treat him like a king.
He came over, and I had set the table, and I had a roast in the oven. When he was seated and I had the roast on the tray to put on the table he reached up my legs and grabbed my crotch. He said 'I want this pussy for desert' before letting go. The whole dinner was terrible, nothing but sex talk, Asking me if I ever sucked a dick dry, did I get turned on by tits, did I like my pussy straight up or from the back. Did I shave, he liked bare pussy so I should shave before serving him desert. How about dick, how did I like it. Soft? Hard? In my ass? Did I like being gang banged, or throat fucked? I told him to stop, shut up, get out. But he was on a roll and when I was in the kitchen he came up behind me and grabbed me by the tits and humped my ass hard, hard enough that I felt his hard dick against me.
He ate my pussy like he said, he sat me on the table in front of him and dug in, tearing off my panties and sticking his tongue in me, before turning me over and licking me where the sun don't shine. I heard him say something about 'how about some dick' and he stood up and leaned down on me and stuck his dick in me and pulled out and stuck it up my anus with his hand on my neck. I suppose I squealed, I cussed him out, and he told me that he was thanking me for dinner.
I woke up the next morning to get ready for work. I had a bruises on my neck where he kissed me, or bit me, I don't know which. I wasn't a virgin, not by mouth or by vagina or by anus, he had worked on the 'trifecta'. get it all while I was hot. I hated him, I cussed him. I was alone but it didn't matter I cussed him while I got dressed. I wasn't embarrassed, not right then, I was mad and my scar on my face was redder than I ever remembered. I couldn't go to work like that and I called in sick and went back to bed to feel sorry for myself. What was done was done, I wouldn't ever get my virginity back. Not that a 27 year old woman should have virginity.
I fixed dinner and kept my place clean and wore those crotchless panties he bought on the internet. He had me use these various ice cream toppings on my pussy when he had desert. He licked every last bit out. Before fucking me. He always fucked me, 'it was good for the soul'. I read up on the internet on lubricants for the back door, he insisted on my lubing up his rocket and he lubed up the docking station. Why he liked it across the dining table remains a mystery to me. Something about being able to get the angle right, except he held my neck down and I always ended up with the marks of the table cloth on my face.
It got that point I was so embarrassed to work with all those Christian ladies and pretend I was like them when I had this sex life going on at home. I wondered about Jill or Jennifer, did they get their ass fucked? I quit, got another job working for publicity agency downtown. It was better hours and I got home from work in time to fix dinner. And shower. And wait for my 'boyfriend' to knock on the door before barging in.
In the apartment complex where I lived a man moved in across the landing to me and he talked to me when we saw each other on the landing or the parking lot. He asked me one day why I was alone, he asked if I preferred the rumba with another woman. He asked if I had ever felt the sting of a man's cock in my hole. How about a hot tongue where the sun don't shine. I was embarrassed by him and scared. But at night I thought about what he said. I started to get self conscious that I didn't have any experience of that kind. And the things he said, I mean really a hot tongue where the sun don't shine? Who did that?
It was Sunday afternoon and I went out to do my grocery shopping. When I came up the stairs to the landing he was waiting and asked me what I was going to fix him for dinner. I tried ignoring him and he said I was being impolite and he wanted a home cooked dinner and I was the best bet in town. He then said he'd 'lick my clit' if I fixed him dinner. I told him he was disgusting and I would never want him in my house. He flicked his tongue, and grabbed his pants and said he was ready, willing and able to fuck me into my place. He wanted dinner, so six it was and he was coming over and he wanted me to set the table and treat him like a king.
He came over, and I had set the table, and I had a roast in the oven. When he was seated and I had the roast on the tray to put on the table he reached up my legs and grabbed my crotch. He said 'I want this pussy for desert' before letting go. The whole dinner was terrible, nothing but sex talk, Asking me if I ever sucked a dick dry, did I get turned on by tits, did I like my pussy straight up or from the back. Did I shave, he liked bare pussy so I should shave before serving him desert. How about dick, how did I like it. Soft? Hard? In my ass? Did I like being gang banged, or throat fucked? I told him to stop, shut up, get out. But he was on a roll and when I was in the kitchen he came up behind me and grabbed me by the tits and humped my ass hard, hard enough that I felt his hard dick against me.
He ate my pussy like he said, he sat me on the table in front of him and dug in, tearing off my panties and sticking his tongue in me, before turning me over and licking me where the sun don't shine. I heard him say something about 'how about some dick' and he stood up and leaned down on me and stuck his dick in me and pulled out and stuck it up my anus with his hand on my neck. I suppose I squealed, I cussed him out, and he told me that he was thanking me for dinner.
I woke up the next morning to get ready for work. I had a bruises on my neck where he kissed me, or bit me, I don't know which. I wasn't a virgin, not by mouth or by vagina or by anus, he had worked on the 'trifecta'. get it all while I was hot. I hated him, I cussed him. I was alone but it didn't matter I cussed him while I got dressed. I wasn't embarrassed, not right then, I was mad and my scar on my face was redder than I ever remembered. I couldn't go to work like that and I called in sick and went back to bed to feel sorry for myself. What was done was done, I wouldn't ever get my virginity back. Not that a 27 year old woman should have virginity.
I fixed dinner and kept my place clean and wore those crotchless panties he bought on the internet. He had me use these various ice cream toppings on my pussy when he had desert. He licked every last bit out. Before fucking me. He always fucked me, 'it was good for the soul'. I read up on the internet on lubricants for the back door, he insisted on my lubing up his rocket and he lubed up the docking station. Why he liked it across the dining table remains a mystery to me. Something about being able to get the angle right, except he held my neck down and I always ended up with the marks of the table cloth on my face.
It got that point I was so embarrassed to work with all those Christian ladies and pretend I was like them when I had this sex life going on at home. I wondered about Jill or Jennifer, did they get their ass fucked? I quit, got another job working for publicity agency downtown. It was better hours and I got home from work in time to fix dinner. And shower. And wait for my 'boyfriend' to knock on the door before barging in.
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