Honey Ho - 1

Everyone calls me Honey. I hate my hair, it reminds me of a lion's mane, wild and unruly. Everyone else seems to love my hair.

Oh, the reason everyone calls me honey is because of my hair and eyes. I have honey blonde hair, and brown eyes that are almost the color of dark honey.

I remember a couple of years back when I had my first period at 7. I cried like a baby the whole time I was bleeding during my first few periods. I'm embarassed with the way I acted then. What freaked me out almost as much was when I started getting these long thick hairs on my muffin, they looked so gross, I would pluck them out at first until I finally gave up after a few months. I cried so much from all of the gross hair popping up on my pits, muffin and legs. I felt like such a freak.

I think it was just before I turned 8 that I started noticing boys, older boys, men . . .

I didn't know much at the time, I just imagined, well, dreamed, dreamed of men holding me and kissing me. I did not understand why I would wake from some of these dreams with my panties wet.

I started having conversations with people on the net, and wow! I learned so much from them and all of the stories I read and all of the vids I watched.

I still remember how shocked I was the first time I rubbed myself. Bang! It felt like a pleasure bomb with all of these aftereffcts, it felt like it lasted for 10 minutes, even though I'm sure it was much shorter, just shaking and shuddering in the empty bath tub. I'm so glad my mom was at work, because it probably sounded like someone was trying to kill me with the noises I was making. I took a quick shower after that.

I found out that I love hanging out at the pool in my apartment complex. I caught boys, and even a few men checking me out. I would always get one of the men to put sunscreen on my back when my mom was not around.

My mom would fuss at me for using her razors to shave with. She keeps telling me that I'm too young to shave. I bet she would have a dying duck fit if she knew that I shaved my muffin.

My mom works at a diner. She told me my dad left when I was still a baby, gut I know the truth. I found her old diaries. She does not know who my dad is. She was 16 when she went to a college party and had sex with at least 7 guys that night. I still don't know how to feel about that, especially when she acts like a Super Christian. I don't think God exists, but I tell my mom that I do, it's easier that way.

My mom loves working 3rd shift at the diner on Friday & Saturday nights, that's when she gets the best tips from all of the people coming in after the bars & clubs close at 2 in the morning. So I talked to her boss on the first Monday of summer break. It took me about 30 minutes to ride my bicycle there.

I'm not supposed to be in his office, but I was. It was mid-morning. My mom had 2nd shift that day. I told "Chuck" that I would blow him for every Friday night, and for every Saturday night mom works 3rd. He's not handsome, but he's not fugly either. But he did look so cute getting all nervous as he tried not to look at me in my black lycra shorts - no panties! - and tight white tee.

He told me I should leave. I undid his belt, gutton and zipper, then pulled his cock out that was kind of hard.

I spit in my hand and worked his cock until it was fully hard.

I got under his desk and licked up and down his cock like it was icecream on a cone.

I really didn't care for the smell and taste, but I acted like I loved it. I wrapped my lips around him and was surprised when my lips touched his crotch without me gagging. I guess all of that practice on carrots, cucumbers and bananas paid off.

I was so glad I had m7 hair pulled back with a scrunchie as my head bounced up and down on him.

It felt like an eternity, but I wonder if it was even 5 minutes when I heard him whisper, "I'm cumming."

He grabbed the back of my head and kept it pressed against him. Why do guys do that anyway?

I just went with it, feeling his sperm shoot down my throat.

When he let go, I milked the last few drops of sperm out with my hands and sucked it out. I smiled up at him and said, "I just had to have it all."

He loved that. He did not belive that that was the first time I sucked dick, talk about an ego boost.

I told him that that BJ is a freebie, but the rest of them will only happen if my mom works Fridays & Saturdays.

He asked if I want a bowl of beef stew and a Sprite. I said yes, and a grilled cheese.

He locked the safe - talk about disappointment! I wouldn't have taken more than a hundred. - then went to get me the the food and Sprte.

We talked while I ate. I asked him if that was the best BJ he's ever had, I would have punched his balls if he would have said no.

I left a few minutes after I ate and went over to my bestie's place. I loved acting the way I usually do with her, with this new secret. She would probably freak if she knew what I did this morning.

Later on at home, while mom was working, I frigged myself like crazy to 3 big Os thinking about how naughty I was that day. I pictured him looking through the mirrored window at the people in the diner while I was sucking him off. that might have been my best night's sleep I had in awhile - I usually have a hard time going to sleep.

Oh, by the way, my mom only worked that Friday night, but thereafter, she worked every Friday & Saturday night. A couple of the other waitresses accused her of fucking her boss to get those nights every week. Ha! If they only knew how close to the truth they were.

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