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Keep me anonymous: Mr V

When I was around 8 years old I became very interested in sex I was never molested or raped that I know of but I did stay with alot of adults who were sexually active. I had a big family, lots of cousins lots of aunts and uncles and throughout my childhood we always had alot of family from out of town move in with us. One of my older cousins at the time was around 19 and he was a bit of a sex addict. He kept a huge box of porn DVDs and ebony erotica books in his closet. This was back in the early 2000s before you could see all that online of course. He would spend nights jacking his dick in his room and my grandma would scold him. I remember them making him throw all of it out but before he did, I took two dvds and some books. I remember me and my friends would sneak to watch the dirty stuff hoping we would never be caught. A child's mind was curious so whenever we could, we would look at the magazines and movies so intrigued. My personal favorite was the HBO show that would come on late at night, Zane's sex chronicles. I would stay up until 11pm hoping to catch it on TV with one finger on the back button in case someone was to walk in I could pretend I was watching Disney channel. Years later her work would go on to inspire me in my adulthood. I knew then I wanted to be a writer but not just any writer, I wanted to write about sexcapades and lustful encounters and so it began. I wrote my first story at 13 and I was still a virgin! Everything I knew about sex came from what I read in books or watched in movies. I could never showcase my work because again, I was 13 and I wasn't supposed to know about any of that stuff. Zane's sex chronicles also inspired me to write about different experiences I was told about from family or friends and switch the stories up to make it fun or zestier than what it was. I encouraged my supporters to send in emails of course anonymous, then I would get to work on a fiction story everyone was sure to fall in love with. Sex was always a huge part of my life and work. I worked as a sex worker from age 15-21. I loved it and I could make money from what I did best, fucking. I slept with alot of men during my teenage and early adult years. I continued to write about the wild sexual experiences I had and my readers loved it. Some couldn't believe I had done some of the stuff I did do at such an early age. I was only attracted to older men for a long time as they were some of the best fucks I ever had. One guy I slept with I was 18 and he was 46. He was very good looking for his age actually. He was retired military and he stayed in shape. He was a single dad who stayed in the same apartment complex as me and I used to babysit for him. His daughter was autistic and I absolutely adored her. I was the only babysitter she took to and her father was single and worked alot I enjoyed helping him out. Lots of times he would come home very stressed and tired but one night he came home drunk. I agreed to babysit for him one night while he went out on the town and enjoyed himself. I actually suggested he get some alone time since he was so overworked. I babysat for free that night, I really like the man he was sweet and his situation was quite sad. His wife divorced him and moved to California with a man she met online and told him she wanted to live her life free of the responsibility of caring for a retarded child. He was under so much pressure as he was the only caretaker for the little girl. That night he went out I remember me and her had a fashion contest, and pigged out on a healthy meal of pizza, cupcakes and cheese fries. We watched movies too. She fell asleep on the living room couch and I went and put her in bed then went to go sit down and wait on her father. I told him to stay out as long as he liked so I didn't expect him back at a certain time. I liked staying at his house anyway, my house was always so full of chaos and noise where his was quiet and peaceful. I must have fallen asleep on the couch because I woke up and it was 2am. I heard keys jingling in the door. I went to the little girls room to peep in to make sure she was still asleep and I walked back in to Mr V, we'll call him stumbling in the apartment. Someone had a good time I see, I said with a smirk on my face. He grinned while rubbing his head. Yes, I did. I am glad to hear it you really needed this time. He thanked me and I told him I was headed out. He suggested I get covers and sleep on the couch since it was so late. He told me to let my parents know but I knew they wouldnt mind. I did as Mr V said and got covers and laid down on the couch. He proceeded to his room I guess to get ready for bed. About 5 minutes later he came back in the living room where I was at and said he forgot his manners. He offered me his bed and said he would sleep on the couch. I didn't want to take his bed but he insisted. I finally gave in and went and laid down. He came in and turned the TV on for me his bed was so comfortable I remember the purple silk sheets the smell of his cologne on the sheets too. Before you know it I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to the sounds of shuffling feet. Mr V had come back in the room and he was looking for something or pretending to look for something. I knew what he wanted, he wanted me but he was too much of a gentleman and too respectful to say it. I was so turned on by this man but just like him I didn't want to offend him by suggesting something else. I was horny too but what if that wasn't his intentions? I was going to make the first move because these childish hints weren't cutting it. I asked him was everything okay and he said yes, and he didn't meant to wake me. I pulled the covers back and started taking my clothes off in his bed. The worse thing he could do is refuse me and send me home, I thought. He turned around shocked, asked me what I was doing. In the most seductive way an 18 year old knew how, I told him I knew what he was looking for and I had it. He licked his lips hungrily and walked over to me. He got on his knees and I turned towards his face with my legs wide open. I scooted towards the edge of the bed and he started kissing the inside of my thighs. I moaned, oh God that feels good. He tells me my pussy smells so good and was I sure? I said yes I'm sure I want you. He looks up at me and tells me I'm young enough to be his daughter and he feels wrong but he's been wanting some of my pussy for a long time. Stop denying yourself of what you want and have it, I tell him. He starts licking my clit softly then covering my pussy with his big tongue and kissing on it with those soft lips. He tells me I taste wonderful. He continues to eat my pussy as I'm swinging my head side to side. It felt amazing and Im still being mindful of his daughter in the room so I'm trying not to moan loud. I tell him I've been wanting to give him some pussy too and he should have just asked me. He keeps eating. He spreads my lips apart and licks my pussy hole slowly and back up to kissing my clit. My legs are spread so far apart I'm making sure he gets all of it. Shit! He hollers out I tell him to be quiet. He stands up while rubbing his dick and starts to get completely undressed. He reaches for a condom in his drawer and I tell him he doesn't need it. He puts it back and picks my slim body up pushing me further up into the bed. He lays right between my legs and stuffs his thick dick right in and I feel him raw. He places his hand over my mouth as if he knew the dick he had would make me scream. He was right, through muffled words I am calling for God. He was going deep inside my pussy thrusting me slow and with each thrust it sent shocks through me. His eyes were closed and mouth open. This pussy is so good baby oh my God. He places both arms under my thighs and pulls them up and now he's even deeper inside. He's thrusting harder and the bed is shaking now. Shit! Fuck! You bout to make me cum! Hes going harder and telling me how tight I am. Are you a virgin? Hes asking between breaths. The truth was I wasnt but I hadn't slept with alot of guys either. He was much bigger than the highschool guys I had been with and he was killing my pussy but I laid there and took every stroke because it did feel amazing. Now I had tears coming out my eyes I felt like my pussy was being stretched I mean he was giving me much more dick than I ever had. Mr V was sweating and breathing hard I hope he wasn't having a heart attack and I was so surprised his dick was staying as hard as it was with his age. He fucked me in so many positions that night. We fucked Doggystyle, we fucked on the floor. He had a great time with my pussy. He came all over me and in me until he was out of cum. I let him empty all of his stress inside of me and every other night he wanted to. Fucking Mr V became a regular thing after that. I fucked him anywhere and anytime. Even if he did get into a relationship I was always the one he called because I had the best pussy and he knew that. He would even fuck me on my cycle because he said 4 days was too long to go without my pussy. He would put a towel down and work my shit. He fucked me in his shower on his breaks I was basically staying with him at one point. I looked at him as a father figure but also in a lustful way. I do contribute part of me becoming a woman to him. I often times wonder where he is at today. He was the best fuck of my life and the first man to ever make me squirt.