Straight Female / 39
I'm Going On Two Years And Still Getting Fucked
This is more of a confession of failure to launch. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 37 and that was at the hands of my coworker who fucked me out of pity. To make things interesting he grabbed me by the neck, he is a very strong man, and whipped me around my apartment totally naked searching for a place to fuck me. He finally decided that the best place was over the back of my sofa staring out my windows to the apartments across the way.
It did not hurt, I've been wet many times, all girls get wet and I tried many different ways of masturbation. One time I kissed a girl in wine bar. But she figured out pretty instantly that I was straight and dumped me and walked away. I never wanted to grow up and be a virgin. As a teen I fantasized about my first time, really thinking it was going to be in the back of a car after a football game. But for that you need a date and I never had a date in high school. My friends told me I was too smart and guys like girls who are hot and dumb.
I went to a large Midwest State University and did my best to mingle. I had a large group of girls who I got along with, I was always picked early for group projects and I was invited to countless parties. But smart is the death attribute to dating and I can't help it if I'm smart and the moment a jerk opens his mouth I can't help but to correct him. I was also accused of being to feminist and too radical. And curiously a lesbian as well.
So I got to be 37. On my birthday my coworker took me to lunch. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told him to get lucky. He said explain. I said to get laid. He said that shouldn't be too difficult. I told him smart girls finish last, I had never been laid. He looked me up and down like checking out a new car, asked me if I had nice tits. What do you mean, I asked him. He said nice tits. Tits that don't sag, Tits that aren't flat. Tits that stick out, with nipples on the end. Tits that are good for grabbing. Tits, you know real tits. And he asked, do you have nice tits? I said I think so. He said show me. So we went back to the bathrooms and I let him in the ladies room and showed him my tits.
Now the bush, I want to see pussy lips. Fresh pussy lips. Thick pussy lips. I want to see pink inside. No hair up your ass crack. No hair on your asshole. Show me your bush. So I did, I had a bull bush. I had never shaved, maybe just a little during the summer. He told me to shave and get it right and shave and makes sure I didn't have any hair in my ass crack or my asshole. Get it right or he wouldn't fuck me.
And get thong, those panties deserve a museum. When I see you in panties I want your lips to show, I want to know there's a pussy there. Get it. A thong. And a nice one. Get it. I said I will.
And get your ass crack shaved and waxed. I said OK.
He told me he was coming over at 6:30, enough time for me to get my ass crack waxed and my pussy shaved and get a thong and get dinner ready. And no bra.
I found a place that does waxing and I had them trim me up, so my lips showed but I still had a short bush, and had my ass crack waxed and my asshole too. I went to Nieman's and bought a couple of pair of thongs. Nice thongs, sheer thongs so he could see my pussy lips when he came over. I also bought a short dress, and wore it without a bra so my tits stood out. I had my hair cut and I had a girl work on my make up and leave me like I never had make up on. I ditched my glasses and wore my contacts. And after stopping off at the supermarket I went home to cook dinner. It was 5:30.
I had dinner on when he rang the door bell. He liked my hair cut and he lifted my dress and approved of my thong and had me turn and bend over to check out my ass crack. I handed him a bottle of wine and asked him to open it and serve us a glass. I had some vegetables and chips and dip. I asked him if there was something else he needed before dinner and he told me to get down and give him a blowjob and not to quit till I had a mouthful of cum. When he fucked me he didn't want to go off too soon, so start sucking. In my mind I heard 'bitch', but he didn't say it.
It was my first blowjob and I wasn't any good and he had to grab my new hairdo and hold my head straight and half fuck my mouth until I got going on my own and I got my mouthful of cum. We then had dinner, I served and he grabbed my tit and told me he needed a sweet kiss and not to fuck it up, show him with that kiss that I was all his for the evening. We ate slowly and talked about nonsense stuff, about my high school days, my college days, my early days working and why I never got laid.
It was after dinner when I was washing up the dishes that he grabbed my neck the way he did. He squeezed my neck so hard my knees buckled and I fell grabbing onto the counter top. He told me to strip, he wanted me naked and walked me over to the mirror in my bedroom and told me to take a good hard look. There was nothing there that made me a man and if I wanted to get fucked more than once I need to get that through my thick skull. The only reason he was there was to fuck, nothing else.
That's when he walked me around the apartment looking for a place to fuck me. And settled on bending me over the back of my sofa facing the window with all the lights on and he dropped his pants and fucked me. I was wet and it didn't hurt, not even my feelings were hurt. I told him after he pulled his dick out that I would do anything he wanted, anything.
He asked anything? and I said, anything. No matter what.
It did not hurt, I've been wet many times, all girls get wet and I tried many different ways of masturbation. One time I kissed a girl in wine bar. But she figured out pretty instantly that I was straight and dumped me and walked away. I never wanted to grow up and be a virgin. As a teen I fantasized about my first time, really thinking it was going to be in the back of a car after a football game. But for that you need a date and I never had a date in high school. My friends told me I was too smart and guys like girls who are hot and dumb.
I went to a large Midwest State University and did my best to mingle. I had a large group of girls who I got along with, I was always picked early for group projects and I was invited to countless parties. But smart is the death attribute to dating and I can't help it if I'm smart and the moment a jerk opens his mouth I can't help but to correct him. I was also accused of being to feminist and too radical. And curiously a lesbian as well.
So I got to be 37. On my birthday my coworker took me to lunch. He asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told him to get lucky. He said explain. I said to get laid. He said that shouldn't be too difficult. I told him smart girls finish last, I had never been laid. He looked me up and down like checking out a new car, asked me if I had nice tits. What do you mean, I asked him. He said nice tits. Tits that don't sag, Tits that aren't flat. Tits that stick out, with nipples on the end. Tits that are good for grabbing. Tits, you know real tits. And he asked, do you have nice tits? I said I think so. He said show me. So we went back to the bathrooms and I let him in the ladies room and showed him my tits.
Now the bush, I want to see pussy lips. Fresh pussy lips. Thick pussy lips. I want to see pink inside. No hair up your ass crack. No hair on your asshole. Show me your bush. So I did, I had a bull bush. I had never shaved, maybe just a little during the summer. He told me to shave and get it right and shave and makes sure I didn't have any hair in my ass crack or my asshole. Get it right or he wouldn't fuck me.
And get thong, those panties deserve a museum. When I see you in panties I want your lips to show, I want to know there's a pussy there. Get it. A thong. And a nice one. Get it. I said I will.
And get your ass crack shaved and waxed. I said OK.
He told me he was coming over at 6:30, enough time for me to get my ass crack waxed and my pussy shaved and get a thong and get dinner ready. And no bra.
I found a place that does waxing and I had them trim me up, so my lips showed but I still had a short bush, and had my ass crack waxed and my asshole too. I went to Nieman's and bought a couple of pair of thongs. Nice thongs, sheer thongs so he could see my pussy lips when he came over. I also bought a short dress, and wore it without a bra so my tits stood out. I had my hair cut and I had a girl work on my make up and leave me like I never had make up on. I ditched my glasses and wore my contacts. And after stopping off at the supermarket I went home to cook dinner. It was 5:30.
I had dinner on when he rang the door bell. He liked my hair cut and he lifted my dress and approved of my thong and had me turn and bend over to check out my ass crack. I handed him a bottle of wine and asked him to open it and serve us a glass. I had some vegetables and chips and dip. I asked him if there was something else he needed before dinner and he told me to get down and give him a blowjob and not to quit till I had a mouthful of cum. When he fucked me he didn't want to go off too soon, so start sucking. In my mind I heard 'bitch', but he didn't say it.
It was my first blowjob and I wasn't any good and he had to grab my new hairdo and hold my head straight and half fuck my mouth until I got going on my own and I got my mouthful of cum. We then had dinner, I served and he grabbed my tit and told me he needed a sweet kiss and not to fuck it up, show him with that kiss that I was all his for the evening. We ate slowly and talked about nonsense stuff, about my high school days, my college days, my early days working and why I never got laid.
It was after dinner when I was washing up the dishes that he grabbed my neck the way he did. He squeezed my neck so hard my knees buckled and I fell grabbing onto the counter top. He told me to strip, he wanted me naked and walked me over to the mirror in my bedroom and told me to take a good hard look. There was nothing there that made me a man and if I wanted to get fucked more than once I need to get that through my thick skull. The only reason he was there was to fuck, nothing else.
That's when he walked me around the apartment looking for a place to fuck me. And settled on bending me over the back of my sofa facing the window with all the lights on and he dropped his pants and fucked me. I was wet and it didn't hurt, not even my feelings were hurt. I told him after he pulled his dick out that I would do anything he wanted, anything.
He asked anything? and I said, anything. No matter what.
