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Didn't Hurt Me...

Back in junior hihg, middle school (whatever you called it back then) something interesting happened. I guess I was around 14. I was playing softball. One day at practice i pulled a muscle in my leg. Our coach was a family friend. He told everyone to continue practice as he helped me into the locker room. I remember I was dirty, covered in sweat and dirt. Wearing a bell cap, t shirt and loose gym shorts. He sat me down, knelt in front of me and took off my cleat. He started rubbing my leg and asking me questions about where it hurt. When he put my leg up in the air I was a little embarrassed. My shorts were loose and I know he could see my panties. He rubbed my leg and starting moving up to my thigh. I didn't say anything and he kept moving up. Finally his hand brushed up against my pussy. Again I didn't say anything, he looked up at me and I just looked back at him. He touched my pussy again and I reacted be spreading my legs a little further apart. I guess he took that as the green light. He started rubbing my pussy and then slipped his finger under my panties. He fingered me and rubbed my pussy until I orgasmed.
A few days later I complained about my leg again and coach took me inside. This time he got a surprise. I wasn't wearing panties. Again he fingered and rubbed my pussy until I got off. This happened several times over the summer. He never tried to fuck me, i never saw his dick.
I grew up normal, no PTSD, heck I actually enjoyed it.

Pardon The Rant,

I'm tired of being the wage earner, being the one responsible, of mortgaging my future. At my age my mom had three kids and a house in the suburbs, not living in a shithole apartment with a roommate, working two jobs to make ends meet. My car, twelve years old, needs desperate work, I can't afford it. I owe over forty thousand for a worthless education, and I have over twenty thousand in credit card debt. Men don't want a liability.

I was lied to, I fell for it. I bought the story sold. My boss told me I bought the tickets now I don't like the show. He is right. I'm thirty, broke, alone, no future, a clerical job and weekends making tips at a bar. I get hit on by older women, slapped on the ass, come here honey. If it was a guy I'd gladly get on my knees, but I'm not going down on a fifty year old broad who found out she's lesbian.

My high school sweetheart won't take me and my debt, he did it right, went into the service, used the GI Bill, worked part time. He's a construction manager, wants a wife, but not her bills. I don't want to wake up from this nightmare and find out it's my life.

In The End I Went For A Daddy And His Money

As a young lesbian woman entering the real world I got some advise from a much older lesbian woman. "Suck dick, not pussy". I was taken aback. How could she say that?

Well, as a not so young woman in the real world I've begun to figure that out. When I suck cock, and I do, it is always from a man who can help me get what I need or want. When I suck pussy it is always from a woman I want to please. Fair disclosure, I would rather suck pussy any day, sucking cock is not my thing.

The flip to this is that the man whose cock I suck always wants to help me. Whether I want it or not I get a Daddy figure, Big Brother, or nice Uncle Bob. When I suck pussy I get drawn into emotional turmoil, insecurities, and "am I in love".

For the record I use to wake up with a woman, not a man. The woman I lived with is of course older and much better off. I, the young woman at her side. I like her a lot and I love to please her. But really as the current girlfriend, I couldn't see a long term future.

I had been giving a lot of thought to the man who's cock I suck. He is a boss in the chain of command, much higher up. Well to do, rich and influential. A very got it together man. Daddy maybe, he has a way of making me want to please him. He offers me much the same as the woman I live with, support above my ability to provide for myself. He punched my clock, while he had me bent over and fucking me he forced me to turn my head around and look at him. "Why don't you have a baby?"

What? I disengaged and sat down and stared at him. 'Just do what you are set up to do, I want one or two babies from you'. I wanted to yell out to him, "but I'm a lesbian", but I kept my mouth shut. "You want me to have a baby with you?" He then said what every young woman is dying to hear "I want you to be my wife". There it was, the proposal. Naked sitting on a chair, the cock I suck in my face, I got the offer of financial freedom and social standing. I had to say yes. Was it the money? or is it Daddy? I don't know, both?

Before I actually got married I went to talk to my very first mentor. She told me without any hesitation, get married and make it count. He wants babies, make the babies for him. Suck his cock, and let him know 'he is the man', and if he is your Daddy so much the better. Daddy's take real good care of their baby girls. And if from time to time you meet a young thing who wants to have you suck her pussy, well why not. Be discreet, don't tell him.

My Ex

The bitch cheated on me. Fine, we divorced and I moved on.

Then, I start getting calls and texts asking me for money. Not happening!

She shows up, looking like shit and telling me she has nowhere to live, can she stay with me? Uh, nope!
Today, she is on the news in a raid on a trap house raid!
I finished my coffee, kissed my girlfriend goodbye and left for work feeling fine!

Growing Up In The Dirty South

Childhood memories never leave you. I was ten, so old enough to remember. It happened in our home. My mother was a single and needed money all the time. She entertained men, a nice word for being a prostitute at times. But she didn't flaunt it in front of me and kept it in the bedroom. There was no Uncle Tom, or this is Uncle Bruce. These men came and went and we never saw them again.

Going back to when I was ten. I heard my mother 'yelp'. Then again. Then 'don't do that'. Then 'no'. Them yelp again and again. I got curious and went to the door of her room. She was whining, or crying, another yelp, another 'stop that'. I opened the door. She was naked on the bed. He was standing over her with his belt in his hand. 'Smack' he hit her thigh, she yelped. Then again. He dropped his pants and she opened her legs and he got on her, but he wasn't able to have sex with her (i had witnessed enough to know when a man was having sex with my mom). He got angry and he hit her and got off and called her names.

He threw the money at her and walked out, past me and out the door. My mother covered herself with he blouse and I walked in and she said he couldn't fuck. Men that can't fuck are the worst, she told me. If he can't get hard to fuck you, don't get involved, those are the ones that beat you up.

My mother never tried to hide that she was a prostitute from me. As I grew older she told me she wanted me to amount to something, so I had to stay in school. Keep your nose clean and your legs crossed and pay attention. Don't suck a boy or let a boy fuck you, keep your legs crossed. As a prostitute my mother did ok, she made enough money to pay the rent and send me to school.

I got fucked, it had to happen. It happened at a job I had when I was sixteen. I worked after school with this man and woman who had a business writing letters to public officials. They knew how to write and most everyone didn't, so the client would pay them. I was there and I was filing like I was told and he picked me up by the hair, until I had to stand on my tip toes. You have a nice little ass he told me. His wife told him to leave me alone. But he didn't, he bent me over the desk he sat at and held me down with his hand around my neck and with the other hand he reached up my dress and pushed my panties down until he could get a finger in me. Then he undid his pants and he stuck his dick in me. He was hard, he didn't need to beat me.

I told my mother and I didn't go back there. Now we have a vigil she told me. We waited, day one, day two, day three, and so on. My period was late, but it was late off and on. Day eight, day nine. Then I bled. And bled. And bled. And my mother was relieved. So was I.

I finished school and went to a night school to learn business and I got a scholarship for the junior college and one day I graduated with a degree in Business from the four year state school. No one had fucked me after that first time. I had learned to watch for that look in a man's eyes.

I picked a man who was always hard. He fucked me all the time. As long as he was fucking he wasn't beating me up. I lived with him for five years before he started asking me to get pregnant. I told him no babies unless I was married. So I got married. My kids all know who their father is, I never found out who my father was. My mother continued being a prostitute as long as she could get men, and then worked as an overnight waitress.

I had a house and my kids went to a normal school and we had Christmas and went on vacations. I never told my husband about my mother and the men that came over or of the time that man fucked me when I was sixteen. When he met my mother she was a waitress. My mother told me to keep my scary moment to myself, men liked to think they are the only one.

Talk About Blackmail By A Regretful Fuck A Long Time Ago

What is consent? I fucked this girl in 2008 when I was a senior in college. It was a one time thing. Honestly no one asked anyone anything. I got a handful of titty, my hand down her pants, pushed her over on the couch. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and it was over.

15 years later I get served by a lawyer, a letter requesting compensation for mental anguish, a big sum. The threat she didn't give consent, as such it was r**e. I'm not a celebrity but I have done well for myself. I haven't had contact, never spoke to her after that night. My lawyer says settle and avoid a court case and legal expenses. Get a document from her that all is good and chalk it up as a bad experience for being male and successful.

Sorry to take up your time, but I figure there's lots of successful males on here who fucked a secretary, a classmate, a neighbor. Each one of those are time bombs, unless you got and kept a release, notarized and witnessed.

Don't blame you for not sleeping well at night

Preggo With A Virgin Ass

I hired a girl and within a month or so she announced she was pregnant. Two months after that she was crying, her boyfriend dumped her and moved away, changed his phone and left her alone with a baby on the way. We started having lunches together, and then meals after work, and we eventually started fucking. It was my first pregnant fuck and I loved it. I loved shooting my cum up inside her pregnant, hairy pussy knowing another man put that baby inside her. She's showing pretty good now and in New York last week on a business trip, I opened the curtains with an office building across the street and had her naked all the time in the room. I let her wear a robe for room service but it had to remain open. The room service waiters got a full view of her blossoming tits with darkening nipples, her hairy bush and big pregnant belly.

I finally told her that I knew she was an anal virgin but if we were to be together for any length of time, anal sex couldn't be off the table. Bending over the table in front of the open window, I lubed her and me up and popped that pregnant booty. She took it well, and for about the 5 or 6 times after that first time, I would eat her to orgasm but only have anal sex. Now she is very used to it and I have a very pretty, pregnant 3 hole girl.

Who I Am

In high school, I had a reputation of being a slut. I could not help being fully developed in my chest and being extremely fit. I could have helped how many boys had their go at me, but what’s the fun in that?

The problems for me started in college. I was a slut…no other word for it. I love cock. I am a cumwhore. Then came Professor Aldrich. He knew I was a slut, so he took every liberty with me to get my A grade. I literally handed in nothing all semester, in turn I used my mouth as a show of gratitude. This continued until the business world.

I sucked so many cocks of clients on sales calls that I won salesperson of the year four of my first eight years.

So here I sit, 32 years old, all the success and money I could want and all I want to do is suck cock. Like, every day, I crave it. I guess I have just been a slut all of these years!

Sex With My Babysitter

My wife and I have been going through a dry spell now that she just gave birth to our third kid and we're both working full time. I've been thinking a lot about my old babysitter from childhood as a result, I've never told anyone because it might get her in trouble...

My mom divorced and remarried when I was a kid. I was 14 and my two half siblings were 1 and 2. I hit puberty very early and was involved in sports. My mom got a babysitter since I spent most summer mornings at practice.

Our babysitters name was Ashley. She was 20 and attending a local community college. I thought she was a smokeshow. She had a plump, round ass, C cup breasts and a pretty athletic (but slightly curvy) frame. She'd sit out by our pool in the afternoon and I'd watch her from my room and jerk off into a sock. I'm pretty sure she found my socks and used kleenex when she was cleaning up one day.

One day after showering she confronted me about it matter of factly. I was super embarrassed but got hard. She put my siblings to bed for a nap and then we went to my room. I had no idea what I was doing. She gave me a blowjob and swallowed. She then bent over the bed and let me have sex with her. I came inside her in under a minute.

We continued this for the rest of the year. She showed me what she liked and we even developed a code phrase "Do I need to clean my room?" to hint at going upstairs. She had only ever had one boyfriend but had a pretty high sex drive that pretty much matched mine at 14 years old.

She was usually wet and had really strong orgasms from penetration. I'd get back from practice around noon and shower while she put my siblings to bed for their afternoon nap. We'd sneak down into the basement and I'd fuck her on the couch. I would cum inside her and then keep thrusting and usually cum a second or third time. She would usually cum a few times. She had to get an IUD as emergency contraception because she wasn't on birth control.

Once the school year started she would give me a ride to school so that my mom didn't have to buy a car. On the way to school we'd park behind this warehouse and I'd fuck her quick, and then we'd do the same after she picked me up. Sometimes she'd ride me or I'd bend her over in the backseat. Sometimes I'd sneak into her parents house on the weekends a fuck her in their basement.

Looking back it was basically statutory r**e. I never felt abused though and she was always kind and matter of fact about it. She always told me that we could stop if I wanted, but that it had to be a secret. I'm glad she got an IUD or I would've been a teenage dad. Eventually she went off to state college her junior year and we stopped seeing each other. I found her on facebook and she looks happily married with two kids. I didn't realize at the time, but that was probably the most sexually satisfied I've ever been. Cheers to Ashley, I miss her.

Step Brother

My mom remarried when I was 12 and my step brother Robin moved into our house. He was 14 and seemed so mature and confident.

About 6 months after he moved we started making out when our parents were out. Not longer afterwards we were fucking, I loved it!!

Sometimes he would creep into my bedroom in the middle of the night. I would wake up to Robin licking my pussy, followed by full sex. I went on the pill at 13.

From 13 to 16 I could walk in the house, or be sleeping, or sunbathing or just doing my homework and Robin would stop me and insist on fucking. I enjoyed it, and I had orgasms.

At 16 I got my first boyfriend and tried to stop the sexual relationship with Robin. He had got used to just fucking me at will, and it went on for a while. He did eventually stop though and we became just friends.