1. What happened?


    Date: 3/15/2017, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Taboo, Author: Chartless, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

    old TV would get a fair B&W picture on 3 or 4 of the local stations. There I sat with these pictures of me dressed in the stockings and panties with this guy, I didn’t know. Although his face sort of flooded into my mind’s eye, I saw him smiling at me, saying that feels good little girl, doesn’t that feel good? There were pictures of the motel bringing back more memories. I came out of the trance of thought putting down the pictures. I was rock hard, why? I read the case file found he had been convicted of k**napping, ****, and sex with a minor c***d. My head throbbed with my heart beat, and unbelievably why was I so turned on? I picked up the stockings, panties, and the lacy belt my heart raced, my breathing burned my throat it came so fast. I found the medical report, most all of it was a long explanation of an exam performed by the Dr., findings, bleeding of the anal canal due to penetration by ****, bl**d tests negative of diseases, no lasting physical damage. I looked at the pictures of me dressed in the stockings and panties again, then back to the file and the sentencing page where the man age of 68 known as a repeat offender he was sentenced to 10 years in a State Penitentiary. As I sat, bits and pieces of my memories came back looking at the pictures. I put the stuff away and went in the house to watch some TV and headed to bed a bit later with all this running through my head. I began to remember more how exciting the man made it sound to my younger self, I ...
    remembered that it had sounded so fun. He had said this is how grownups act you want to be a grown up right? I answered “YES” in my thoughts as I fell asl**p. It had been several weeks since I had found the file and hiding it, my dad thinking it had been destroyed. I did eventually burn the file papers keeping the pictures, stockings, belt and panties, for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them. I had brought it into the house hiding the stuff in my room with a few Playboys pilfered from the box in dad’s closet. At the back of my closet was a place in the wall that could be lifted up then out. It was a plumbing maintenance access, but back under the floor was a perfect place to hide my little stash of erotica. The schedules after school were, my next oldest b*****r at swim team training, the oldest b*****r taking some time off before college had a job with an electrician friend of ours, the oldest my s****r was taking classes at the community college then off to the YMCA to swim. My grades not good enough for sports so I walked home from school just a couple of blocks. I spent most of my afternoons alone or with a few neighborhood friends. My dad stayed downtown in his office until dinner around 6:30 to 7 about when everyone else was wandering home. Dad had hired a lady (Mrs. House keeper) to do light cleaning and cook our evening meals during the week, but we were on our own on weekends. None of my friends were around at 4ish when I got home. Knowing I was going to ...
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