Straight Female / 39
It Took A Long Time To Find A Man To Fuck Me And Ignore My Scar
I was in an auto accident as a kid and have a lifelong scar on my cheek and another on my thigh. Plastic surgeons worked on me, but not always can you make it all go away. I'm self conscious about the scars, and they do and have interfered with my love life. But the day had to come when a guy looked past my scars and did his duty with me and here I am.
Well there was a 24 year old guy who worked as a grease monkey in a garage. I walked past the garage on the way home from school. He whistled at me and made motions with his hips. I ignored him and kept my eyes on the oak tree at our house. He came out of the garage to talk to me, from the side of the street, because I walked on the other side. One day he got close and the embarrassment made me blush and he saw the scar on my face. "What the fuck happened to you?"
When I was on my back on the living room floor and he was standing over me he saw the scar up the inside of my thigh. He stared at my scar and didn't stare at my 'opening', which I thought was the reason he was there. I told him to shift his eyes, and opened my legs wide. I was upset right then because what was a nice hard dick, had shriveled up. What's the matter with you, 'cat got your tongue'.
The experience caused me a lot of pain. At that time, being sixteen, it was rejection of the worst kind. He stopped calling me out when I walked by, he didn't whistle. When I got off the bus he hid inside. It was a long time before I showed the inside of my thigh to another guy.
I had worked with him for a couple of years. He knew about my scar and he had touched my face and said he didn't mind. When I opened my legs to show him my scar up my thigh he asked a lot of medical type questions. How many times was I operated on. Does it bother me? Shit yes it bothers me, rather than pay attention to the fact that he could see my panties he was talking about my scar. Being regularly horny I was upset that just like that grease monkey, his dick went soft when it should have gotten hard.
I got it from behind after a night out with a friend at a dance party. In the parking lot, with my hands on the trunk of my car. I let him lower my pants and get inside. From behind the scar is not visible, and I desperately needed him to get his business done. I had waited so long. After that night I told my coworker that another man had beat him to my prize. We remained work friends, but nothing more happened with him.
Months and months went by, a year went by, another year went by, the memory of that night in the parking lot had long since faded away. I went to my work friend, and told him I was in need, and I wanted him to come over to my apartment. I turned off the lights, got under the sheets naked, let him feel around, and turned on my belly so he could get his business done. It wasn't satisfying at all. It wasn't better than nothing. I needed a man to get rough with me, take over, eat me and fuck me and leave. All that night did was make me want it even more.
It was at another party that I was with a friend, and a Navy Commander was there, a man about 45. He got rough and he ate me on the sink of the bathroom, and turned me around and fucked me. I got a great big slap on the ass as he pulled up his pants and left. At least I had finally gotten eaten out. Later that night he came over and asked me what that scar on my thigh was all about. I didn't hear from him again.
I turned thirty without a man. Thirty, fucked three times. Eaten out once. For my thirtieth my friend and I went out to this bar that had a reputation for older men picking up young women. We pretended to be clerks. She got picked up first by a guy who had a Lincoln outside. They never got out of the parking lot, she gave him a blowjob, he felt her up but that's all. I finally got picked up around eleven, hungry and all, and this man took me to this taco truck and fed me, shoved a taco down my throat. We went to his place, a small apartment, with a kitchen table and one chair. I wanted him to beat me up, slap my face. Put a knife under my throat. But all he did was put me on my knees and feed me his dick to suck. Once he was hard I was scared he was going to go soft on me so I pulled my dress up over my hips and slipped my thong off and laid back on the bed, "Come fuck me big boy".
He kept me overnight and I got a butt fuck the next day. I got called a 'little bitch' and the 'runt of the litter' and it was a wonder my pussy could take such a big dick. I fixed something to eat because I was hungry, not because I was cooking for him. He got it all wrong and ate me instead. I lay there, with my legs open, the sunshine on the bed. My scar was bright red but so was my crotch. He ignored my scar and fucked me again. This time no alcohol was involved, or maybe he had taken one of his sex enhancement pi lls. I came for the first time under a man. Around noon I called my friend. It was time to go home.
Well there was a 24 year old guy who worked as a grease monkey in a garage. I walked past the garage on the way home from school. He whistled at me and made motions with his hips. I ignored him and kept my eyes on the oak tree at our house. He came out of the garage to talk to me, from the side of the street, because I walked on the other side. One day he got close and the embarrassment made me blush and he saw the scar on my face. "What the fuck happened to you?"
When I was on my back on the living room floor and he was standing over me he saw the scar up the inside of my thigh. He stared at my scar and didn't stare at my 'opening', which I thought was the reason he was there. I told him to shift his eyes, and opened my legs wide. I was upset right then because what was a nice hard dick, had shriveled up. What's the matter with you, 'cat got your tongue'.
The experience caused me a lot of pain. At that time, being sixteen, it was rejection of the worst kind. He stopped calling me out when I walked by, he didn't whistle. When I got off the bus he hid inside. It was a long time before I showed the inside of my thigh to another guy.
I had worked with him for a couple of years. He knew about my scar and he had touched my face and said he didn't mind. When I opened my legs to show him my scar up my thigh he asked a lot of medical type questions. How many times was I operated on. Does it bother me? Shit yes it bothers me, rather than pay attention to the fact that he could see my panties he was talking about my scar. Being regularly horny I was upset that just like that grease monkey, his dick went soft when it should have gotten hard.
I got it from behind after a night out with a friend at a dance party. In the parking lot, with my hands on the trunk of my car. I let him lower my pants and get inside. From behind the scar is not visible, and I desperately needed him to get his business done. I had waited so long. After that night I told my coworker that another man had beat him to my prize. We remained work friends, but nothing more happened with him.
Months and months went by, a year went by, another year went by, the memory of that night in the parking lot had long since faded away. I went to my work friend, and told him I was in need, and I wanted him to come over to my apartment. I turned off the lights, got under the sheets naked, let him feel around, and turned on my belly so he could get his business done. It wasn't satisfying at all. It wasn't better than nothing. I needed a man to get rough with me, take over, eat me and fuck me and leave. All that night did was make me want it even more.
It was at another party that I was with a friend, and a Navy Commander was there, a man about 45. He got rough and he ate me on the sink of the bathroom, and turned me around and fucked me. I got a great big slap on the ass as he pulled up his pants and left. At least I had finally gotten eaten out. Later that night he came over and asked me what that scar on my thigh was all about. I didn't hear from him again.
I turned thirty without a man. Thirty, fucked three times. Eaten out once. For my thirtieth my friend and I went out to this bar that had a reputation for older men picking up young women. We pretended to be clerks. She got picked up first by a guy who had a Lincoln outside. They never got out of the parking lot, she gave him a blowjob, he felt her up but that's all. I finally got picked up around eleven, hungry and all, and this man took me to this taco truck and fed me, shoved a taco down my throat. We went to his place, a small apartment, with a kitchen table and one chair. I wanted him to beat me up, slap my face. Put a knife under my throat. But all he did was put me on my knees and feed me his dick to suck. Once he was hard I was scared he was going to go soft on me so I pulled my dress up over my hips and slipped my thong off and laid back on the bed, "Come fuck me big boy".
He kept me overnight and I got a butt fuck the next day. I got called a 'little bitch' and the 'runt of the litter' and it was a wonder my pussy could take such a big dick. I fixed something to eat because I was hungry, not because I was cooking for him. He got it all wrong and ate me instead. I lay there, with my legs open, the sunshine on the bed. My scar was bright red but so was my crotch. He ignored my scar and fucked me again. This time no alcohol was involved, or maybe he had taken one of his sex enhancement pi lls. I came for the first time under a man. Around noon I called my friend. It was time to go home.
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