Most people look at seashells with fond memories of beaches and fun times with loved ones.
I see them and cannot help but smile as I remember my first sex party.
Back then keeping the rhythm of deepthroating Mr. J with a cock pounding my ass was my biggest priority, now?
It is laundry and ironing. Let me fast forward the last couple of years for you.
I was a Freshman in college and I was just assigned a temporary position with a big Manhattan banking firm. You're from the agency, right? Gabrielle the secretary asked, yes, I replied, I've been here a week now, I was nervous at first, but Bob said this company transitions a lot of their temps to full time employees I replied, oh we love Bob she smirked, he bends over backward for this company she said walking away.
It was your typical New York firm, lots of old money men with houses in Connecticut for the wife and kids, apartments in the city for the mistresses and a summer house in Long Island for, lol, you guessed it.
As the months went by, Bob and I got to know each other, and he promised to mentor me. Unlike the other executives, he worked his way up the ladder, he outranked me for sure, but he was not old money.
I knew his type, the fat kid who got his ass kicked in high school and was overlooked by the pretty girls, all it took was me flashing my tits when we were by the copy machine to make him mine.
He would lick my asshole like a good little whore and take good long whiffs that made my pussy tingle.
He loved telling me how good my asshole tasted, and that he could really be himself with me. Being himself meant happily slurping on my strap-on before I pegged him and made him squeal like a good fat little piggie.
Bob was very good to me, but it was Mr. J the boss who decided who would be permanent.
Mr. J wants to talk to you about a new project, you're on his calendar for 6 tonight whispered Gabrielle.
I was beyond excited, it took a few months, but I was finally going to be assigned to a project for Mr. J. I made sure to freshen my lipstick, unbutton one more button and knocked on his door promptly at 6, come in he said, I eagerly entered and sat down, are you hard of hearing or do you think this is your office he asked with an icy stare, Gabrielle said I was on your schedule I stammered, and you said I could come in, I said come in, not sit down like you own the place, go back to the door he barked.
Flustered, I waited for instructions.
Waiting was hard, I was transitioning from getting whatever I wanted to waiting just to sit!
But I came to enjoy the suspense, and the punishment that left me bruised and sore in the morning. My reward for all those months spent being an obedient little cum slut? a full time offer and an invitation to his beach house to celebrate.
I can still remember looking forward to meeting his wife, I used to get a thrill knowing things about their husbands that they didn't. But when they answered the door, she looked me up and down and told him how I looked even better off camera!
Imagine my surprise at learning that she knew about his affairs! She simply laughed at my obvious naivete, asked what I wanted to drink and which room I wanted to sample first. Let's just say I learned how Bob could take a big dildo so easily, and why Gabrielle got promoted so quickly. Sigh, so many memories.
Today? Today this Brooklyn girl is home alone, waiting for a husband who only wants to do missionary to come home.
What about you? What's your story?
