After the rape of my innocence…literally, I made that decision to do things my way. The humiliation I felt was so absolute it transcended pain. It was more like an acute ache that went into supernova and then instantly became dull; but life had to go on. I met Richie through a mutual friend (his galfriend); he was an artist, dreadlocked and could speak very good English. With a fetish for people gifted in glib; it was easy to fall for him. Well, it goes without mention that he was the older guy, very experienced and thanks to his artistic temperament also fascinating. It was a joy to be in his company but of course he was dating my friend okey maybe friend is an exaggeration but she was an acquaintance so it put her in that weird category of people you know but don’t give a sh*t about. To add salt to injury she acted as if she didn’t want him and I did, subconsciously I decided to steal him; use my feminine wiles to take him for myself. I mean he had everything I wanted and we made a sizzling couple…and boy did we out bring that sizzle to boil? The sneaking around was like an aphrodisiac we got high on. Every chance we got we touched, kissed and gazed lustfully at each other. It was a match made in heaven! Put like it this, we wanted the company, the sex but no strings attached. Remember I was a tender 18 years old and carousing with a very grown 30 something old man.
The teasing came to a point where we just had to do it. The day soon presented itself and I have to admit I was very scared! The teasing had been fun but now I was actually faced with the possibility of having to swallow this man whole and believe me I was frightened. All my supposed experience flew out the window when he started to drop his pants. The evidence of his need was right there struggling like a fish caught in a net! I choked when he finally freed his male. Like a soldier on spying its superior it sprang to attention rearing it`s head like a wounded cobra! Clearly it intended to bite and I seemed to be the only person around…besides its owner of course. Noticing my fright, Richie held me by the hand and slowly guided me to bed like a reluctant child. His large calloused hands started caressing me and stoking fires I didn’t even know existed. For the first time I was being shown how to accommodate, admit and master my desire. I could feel my nether regions getting wetter by the minute. `Richie’, I moaned `maybe we shouldn’t’, I continued in a mixture of strangled desire and pleasure. `Why shouldn’t we?’ he asked `is this not what you have been asking for all this while?’ he continued as his fingers searched my depths. Okey game over, I needed to create a diversion but how I asked myself. Going down on my needs I took his saluting arsenal into my hands and caressed it like a well loved child. There was no way this thing was going to fit into my little pum pum I thought. Closing my eyes seductively, I slowly started to lick and inch by inch I took him into my mouth. Pushing the mental picture of throwing up to the very back of my mind I gave him the best blow job he had ever had. My journey to whoredom had been launched and there was no turning back.
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