My life

Most women on here seem to be good looking. I wasn’t blessed with great looks. My legs are a bit short and stocky. My bum a bit fat and I’m not great at exercise. My chest is too small for me. I needed to be a d or at least c cup, I’ve been a or b all my life. My belly a bit too round. My face and hair ok but I was spotty until my mid 20s.
Boys then men didn’t really bother with me. I wasn’t even asked out at school. My boyfriend was my pillow. My hairbrush took my virginity and I would pretend. I was kissed for the first time at a student party, pulled on to the dance floor. Didn’t know him. Felt me up, his hands all over my bum, and on the front of my jeans. I stopped him putting his hands down my knickers, I wanted it but too many kids were looking. He took my number, we arranged to meet. He was ok, not great looking but I was desperate for romance and sex. Not at my parents but at his. He took me to his room and got my knickers off. He wasn’t as good as my hairbrush but at least a real person. He used a condom but I still went on the pill. I learnt to suck cock and became good at it. I also learnt from his housemate that I wasn’t the only girl he slept with. I cried, he comforted me and then made his move and he fucked me on the living room carpet. That was delicious, naughty, without a condom, I learnt how illicit sex could be so good. He had a girlfriend too of course, was worse than his mate in reality but at least he was cheating on someone else for me. He took every opportunity he could and I readily let him, he would message me when his girlfriend left and I’d come round. He loved getting me to taste his cock after he had been with her.
I went to college at 18. I went to a house party, way too many men, different ages, few girls, much too much alcohol. I went to the toilet upstairs and was taken on a tour of the house which quickly became kissing and getting my clothes off in a bedroom. I don’t think I knew the door was open or if I did I didn’t care. I can apologise for my breasts, I know it’s crazy but it’s from embarrassment. But he seemed to like them. He fucked me on my back on the bed and it felt wonderful. Other men in the room cheering. I knew from their talk they wanted me. I wanted it too, I felt sexy. I don’t know how many. But I know they looked after me. Most asked me if it was ok before they started and I said yes. I was drunk but not out of it. Mainly I was on my back or on my knees being fucked from behind, some asked to fuck my bottom but I’ve never liked that and they respected it. One or 2 just wanted sucking, a few just wanked over me spraying me with cum. I desperately needed the loo at 1 point and went, tried to tidy myself up, get the cum out my hair. I thought about going home and went back in to get my coat but I was persuaded back on the bed by a desperate man who had waited patiently and it started again. I don’t know how many nor how many times. One was an old man, had come round to pick someone up, I nearly said no but with encouragement I said yes. He was so happy, fucked me from behind. I know the only person that disrespected me was a girl when she came in calling me a slut for fucking her fella.
Life is much tamer now I’m older. I have occasional bits of fun. I work in sales, cold calling. It’s mainly on commission. When you ring sometimes men try it on and sometimes I let them. The calls are recorded but no one ever listens. And to be honest I’ve got a few sales that way. “Good afternoon sir, can I interest you in a xxxx card?” Maybe, what’s your name, how old are you? I’m Dawn, should you ask a woman her age? is that important? Yes, are you in an office. Can anyone hear you? You sound nice, I am interested in a card but more interested in you.
Yes I’m in the office. No one can hear but I am married.
That’s ok, so am I I just want to talk, then I’ll get your card. Ok?
I guess. They will notice if I’m too long.
Just 5 minutes. What are you wearing?
And so we have a chat and I know he’s wanking at the other end, I tell him some truths and lies. I ask him if he’s got his cock out and I make my breathing deeper when he admits he’s wanking. I tell him he’s turning me on. I help him get off usually by pretending to quietly rub myself under the desk or telling him I’ll think about him when next my husbands on top of me or telling him how to jerk off. And then he signs up for a card. My mate next to me listens. She doesn’t do it herself. She’s younger, gets cross with “perverts”. But she loves listening. She reckons I’ll get caught one day by the supervisor. That is quite a sexy thought. I quite like the risk.

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