Straight Female / 25
So I'm A Gold Digger, Aunt Caroline Taught Me
Growing up I have an Aunt Caroline, she married a rich man twenty years older. My mother, and her other sisters called her a gold digger, married for money and not for love. Bottom line they treated her like an outcast and continuously demeaned her. But I liked her, you could say I was her favorite niece. "Between rich and poor, rich is better", "you can just as easily fall in love with a rich mam", "intimacy is overrated, after the first week it's all downhill", "a girl's best friend is six inches of silicone".
In college I lived with her, a g*ft more than tuition. I got student loans for tuition and books. College life wasn't the experience, I lived off campus and my social life was country club, old men and younger women. It was obvious these men liked their young wives and bought them everything, and in quiet talks they compared dildos, and pool boys.
I graduated in December 2019 and got an entry level starting in January. My training was interrupted when everyone went home and everyone went remote. I struggled and felt useless, Aunt Caroline told me I could quit, but then I'd be completely isolated, so I stuck it out.
This division director called me and said he wanted to show me how to do somethings, but I needed to go see him. Remember those days, going to him was frightening but my Aunt Caroline told me to suck it up, he was a chief not an indian. I went, mid thirties, nice condo, best location, decorated, art on the walls, even the bathrooms. All it was missing was a woman, I hoped.
He was a widower, lost his wife in a diving accident before they had children. My Aunt was all over me, shower him with affection, warm moist pussy bests masturbation, suck his cock, wash the dishes. Right now is the time to strike, don't lose the opportunity. But I don't love him! You will learn to love him, nothing makes your heart flutter like a nice new diamond.
My Aunt Caroline was a gold digger.
The time was really miserable, I went over twice a week, I asked him to let me catch up his laundry, neatly folded in the dresser drawers and shirts hung and ironed. I brought groceries, fixed home cooked lunch. I wore nice but seductive flowing dresses, or lose tops and push up bras, my Aunt dressed me, funded my wardrobe. And all that middle class upbringing made cleaning and cooking easy living.
Intimacy wasn't offered, so I broached the subject, he said he wasn't over his wife. I whispered and told him, my pussy needed attention, if he needed a blowjob to let me know. A few days later he gave my pussy attention. It was warm and moist, and I wrapped my legs around him, gave his dick warm moist kisses, made the bed afterwards. He said he liked it, a long time coming, but it bothered him that we worked together.
It took lots of pussy, lots of dick attention, cooking and cleaning, a woman's work is never done. We got married on Zoom with the courthouse, he gave me his mother's diamond ring, I told him we would save his wife's engagement ring for a daughter. I did the thing, let him inseminate me. Everything Aunt Caroline suggested, married with children, all that's left is learning to love him.
In college I lived with her, a g*ft more than tuition. I got student loans for tuition and books. College life wasn't the experience, I lived off campus and my social life was country club, old men and younger women. It was obvious these men liked their young wives and bought them everything, and in quiet talks they compared dildos, and pool boys.
I graduated in December 2019 and got an entry level starting in January. My training was interrupted when everyone went home and everyone went remote. I struggled and felt useless, Aunt Caroline told me I could quit, but then I'd be completely isolated, so I stuck it out.
This division director called me and said he wanted to show me how to do somethings, but I needed to go see him. Remember those days, going to him was frightening but my Aunt Caroline told me to suck it up, he was a chief not an indian. I went, mid thirties, nice condo, best location, decorated, art on the walls, even the bathrooms. All it was missing was a woman, I hoped.
He was a widower, lost his wife in a diving accident before they had children. My Aunt was all over me, shower him with affection, warm moist pussy bests masturbation, suck his cock, wash the dishes. Right now is the time to strike, don't lose the opportunity. But I don't love him! You will learn to love him, nothing makes your heart flutter like a nice new diamond.
My Aunt Caroline was a gold digger.
The time was really miserable, I went over twice a week, I asked him to let me catch up his laundry, neatly folded in the dresser drawers and shirts hung and ironed. I brought groceries, fixed home cooked lunch. I wore nice but seductive flowing dresses, or lose tops and push up bras, my Aunt dressed me, funded my wardrobe. And all that middle class upbringing made cleaning and cooking easy living.
Intimacy wasn't offered, so I broached the subject, he said he wasn't over his wife. I whispered and told him, my pussy needed attention, if he needed a blowjob to let me know. A few days later he gave my pussy attention. It was warm and moist, and I wrapped my legs around him, gave his dick warm moist kisses, made the bed afterwards. He said he liked it, a long time coming, but it bothered him that we worked together.
It took lots of pussy, lots of dick attention, cooking and cleaning, a woman's work is never done. We got married on Zoom with the courthouse, he gave me his mother's diamond ring, I told him we would save his wife's engagement ring for a daughter. I did the thing, let him inseminate me. Everything Aunt Caroline suggested, married with children, all that's left is learning to love him.
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