My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.
Nobody in this story was underage.
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Hi. I’m Pete. Faye was a beautiful woman by anyone’s standards, the kind of woman that you see in beauty pageants. So, I was surprised when I saw her out on Fields Avenue with her small suitcase. I hesitated, but then decided to approach her as I would any other girl in her circumstances.
I introduced myself, “Hi. I’m Pete. Is there anything I can do to help you?”
She turned to look at me, and I suppose that she liked what she saw. Anyway, she replied, “I’m not sure where to begin. My name is Faye.”
I asked her if she had eaten, and the response was, “Not in a while,” so I took her for some dinner at a small café. While eating, Faye poured out her life story for me. This gorgeous creature had started out the same way as many girls I had met on Fields Avenue. She had grown up poor, had graduated from high school, and was now expected to contribute to the family’s finances.
She thought she had a good offer here in Angeles City as a model, so she pooled all of her money to come get the job. When she arrived, she found one of the top strip bars on Fields Avenue. Instead of fashion modeling as she had been promised, she found out they wanted her to dance naked for customers and have sex with them. In fact, the owner had asked her to go into the back with him for a test ride.
Faye said she wasn’t raised to be that kind of girl, and fled out of the bar. She had been wandering the street for several hours when I found her. She was worried because she had counted on the job and had no way home and no place to stay. I told Faye that I had a nice room with a big bed. She could stay with me for several days until she figured something else out.
She thought that was too much burden to place on me, and politely turned me down. I asked her what other alternatives she had. The answer was just as I expected, “None,” she replied. I told her that, if at any time, she wanted to leave, she was free to do so. That convinced her that this was her best option.
After Faye wolfed down two soups and two sandwiches, I took her bag and we walked to my room. As other girls before her, she was impressed that I had such a nice room. “I could get lost in here,” she said. She went over and lay down on the bed while I put her bag on the desk and went into the bathroom.
I had picked up orange juice and ice on our way to the room. To her drink, I added a shot of Everclear, which has absolutely no taste, but is fairly potent. She either never noticed anything wrong, or just liked the taste, because she drank it quickly. I kept her glass refilled as she drained it. After four or so drinks, Faye was feeling very relaxed.
As I took her glass to set it on the night stand, I leaned over to kiss her. “What was that for?” she asked.
I replied, I saw a beautiful girl on my bed and I wanted to kiss her. Is there anything wrong with that?”
“No,” she said. “I have just never been kissed before.”
“Really? May I kiss you again?” I asked.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
With that, I leaned in and gave her a soft but romantic kiss. My tongue attempted entry into her mouth, but I was left sucking on her bottom lip instead. When I started another kiss, her mouth opened for me and my tongue was able to find hers. This was obviously very new to her, and she didn’t know how to react. I almost lost my tongue to her teeth.
I continued kissing her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and using my tongue to explore her mouth. She was finally opening up to me, and she was enjoying my kisses. Faye started unbuttoning my shirt without being asked. This surprised me and I asked, “What are you doing?”
She replied, “I thought you would want this. From the movies, I thought this was how it was supposed to go.”
“It is very nice. I just wasn’t expecting it,” I said. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
I once again kissed her deeply, this time letting my hands wander around her body. At first, she reacted defensively every time a hand got close to a breast or her pussy, but then she relaxed, and let her hands fall to her sides.
I kissed my way down her neck to the top button of her blouse. My tongue quickly unfastened it and moved to the next. I don’t even think she knew what I was doing until her blouse was fully open and I was kissing her upper breasts above her bra.
I pulled her toward me and slipped her blouse off her shoulders and unhooked her bra very quickly. Then, after pulling her bra away, I lay her back down and started suckling her breasts. This brought her back to reality and she asked, “Should we be doing this?”
I replied, “It is fine. You can stop me anytime you want. If I hurt you, then just let me know.” That seemed to calm her, and she once again relaxed as I suckled her nipples. She had a perfect body for modeling from my perspective. Her breasts were about a C-cup and perky. Her nipples were about the size of pencil erasers and stood out from peso-sized areolas. All of this was pinkish-brown on caramel-colored skin. Like I said, perfect.
As I suckled her nipples, her arms came up to cradle my head and draw me closer to her breasts. This was a good indication that a girl was enjoying my actions, and I continued on as I had. My hands found the zipper on the side of her skirt, and I slipped it, along with her panties, down her legs without protest. When they reached her feet, she kicked them off.
My shirt was already off, and as I slid down to suck her clit, I wiggled out of my pants and boxers. I doubt that she ever noticed either her skirt and panties being removed or my pants and boxers coming off because she was consumed by the sensations my tongue and lips were giving her breasts and pussy. Her legs alternated between squeezing my head and spreading widely as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. All thoughts of wanting me to stop had long since left her head.
I continued ravishing her clit and labia as my fingers explored her vaginal entrance. Faye gasped as one of my fingers slipped into the hole at the center of her hymen. A little bit of “come here” action with my finger, and her hips were rocking against my tongue and my finger.
Waves of pleasure washed over her as a strong orgasm hit. I quickly slid up over her body, coated my cock in her lubrication, and pressed it into her vaginal entrance. Her hymen gave way immediately, and my cock slid deep into her vagina. Faye’s eyes opened, but then closed again as her climax caused another wave of pleasure to sweep over her.
I held still until she started rocking her hips against me. I’m not sure if she had already figured out that my cock was deep inside of her, but her motions soon emphasized the fact. I started thrusting and withdrawing as she rocked her hips toward me, lengthening my strokes to match her enthusiasm.