Soon I was going to have 35 years old.
Since I was teenager I liked to be a more independent one. I was crazy for boys and sex
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I have experienced all sorts of ties, even with women, I was present at the vast majority of parties that ended up with group sex in the morning, and I have never thought to get married.
Since I opened my small company I am currently running, I have done great. Every morning I go into my office, I breathe a few times in silence and then change. I take off the vaporous clothes I wear at the wheel of my convertible car and change them with the relatively sober for my job. During that time, I look in the mirror, study my body and meditate on everything that goes through my head at that moment. You do not know how important clothes are for a woman. For example, until I got to a firm situation with the company, if I needed help in any problem, it was enough to dress sexy and wear a cheerfully smile for the one who could support me and things were going just as I wanted. I remember that I was about 26 years old when I was forced to do something against my will for the first time, something that saddened me but on which the well-being of the company that was on my name depended. I needed a credit from the bank to which I kept my account, and after I entered the director’s office I realized that I had seen the guy often by checking my out all over my body or whenever I had passed near him accidentally on the lobby of the bank, but I did not know he was a director. I was looking every time at him with disgust, because he was old enough to be my grandfather.
When I stepped into his office, he looked up at me and asked me how he could help me without any trace of resentment, I breathed lightly in the hope that he did not recognize me. But I was wrong, because after explaining why I was there, he looked at me trying to imitate my gesture of disgust and arrogance, then he smiled with confidence.
-Without this credit, all your work done in those years was for nothing, am I right ?
I swallowed and nodded.
-You’re no longer a teenage girl and I have to tell you that I’m only excited by the young ones, but if you want the credit … please close the door and you have all the time in the world to convince me that you still have something in you that I might be interested about. If not, you can go out, look at me as you always do, and move your account to another bank.
He poured me a glass of whiskey with ice cubes, then he sat on the armchair, as relaxed as before. When I was left in my bikini and my bra he was watching me, he nodded with admiration, and as he lit a cigarette he spoke to me without looking at me:
-Put your shoes! With heels you look better … You can dance …
What kind of thing, now when I remembered this episode, my pussy swelled and it moistened a bit. Yes, I think the incident itself has had something exciting, perhaps because of the difference in age and the fact that when I was absolutely naked and I approached him, he became intimidated and anxious to see what I was going to do.
I put on my knees and I unbuttoned his pants while I was watching him all the time. To my surprise the dick was not erected, though I was sure that my breasts and legs who were joining in a fleshy and clean pussy would excite him so much to feel “something” stronger under his fingers.
He spread his hand and put a finger in my mouth, pushing it back and forth. He banged my lips and the tongue …
I suddenly got up and walked a little, I split my legs and started to masturbate with both hands while I was making the most exciting sounds. I was moving back and forward, towards him and imitating the movements I made when I was fucked . After a few minutes I took his pen of the table and put it in my pussy. I twisted it a few times, and after I removed it, I approached him, and slowly, I slowly the top of the pen that I had put in the pussy in his mouth. Like it was a command, he opened his mouth and started sucking it.
I left the pen in his hand and I put the pussy over to him, and with the fingers of my hands I opened it as wide as I could.
-Hey, fuck me now …
I leaned and took my dick in my mouth trying to cover it all the way. Curiously, as I put it in my mouth, I felt like it was getting up and it was becoming harder.
After a few moments, I felt my mouth fill with sperm and I wanted to pull my head back, but he held me with both hands and dangled his dick even deep into my mouth, forcing me to swallow everything. It was an infernal … not because I do not like the taste of the sperm, but I almost suffocated and the idea that I had to support all of his desires was annoying me very much.
Eventually I managed to get his dick up again and he fucked me as he wanted: everywhere. The next day I got the credit.
Now that I do not care about the helping of anyone, I feel great. I only fucked who I wanted … and when I wanted to. At sessions now, the vast majority of cases are ended with sex group. We’re four girls and about 12 men. The ratio is about 3 males per girl. Nor could it be better. It’s bad for them when me and my secretary want to lick each others pussies. All they have to do is just fuck our ass or try to put their penises between our mouths while we kiss.
I can not say I do not use the vibrator for the pussy, but quite rarely. I do not know why, but the sensation I have and when I masturbate and when I fuck for good is not as exciting as I felt it at 19-20 years. Now, I like to be licked, to suck the dick, to smack the head of the penis with the tongue … The only moments when I feel the pleasure of getting something in my pussy are those in which a man deepens my vibrator or a banana, or a bigger cucumber, while I rub their dick with both hands.
When I masturbate sometimes in the morning, I recall all sorts of memories from the time of my studies, and without wanting my thoughts overwhelm me. I stay with the huge vibrator in my pussy and I think about the boys’ perfume that I had in parks or in elevators. What times…
