1. A Girl's Dirty Past by Mariel


    Date: 3/13/2016, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 91, Source: xHamster

    It's funny how a man wants to fuck you, pays you, then tries to save you, by not doing anything, as if his abstinence is proof of his love for you, and he is different from all the rest, willing to pay, but keeps his cock in his pants as proof of his intentions. Guys like these are losers, they can't get it up with women like me, they need something less intimidating, something resembling what women have, something where they can be first, and it shows in the glow of the skin, soft and sweet smelling, sets the heart racing and the bl**d boiling, a sweet smile to tell them it's alright, and a disbelief as they're held with a powerful grip as they discharge their frustrations onto the forbidden, so I volunteer a story to loosen them up. 'Slide forward', I ordered him, and his legs open as he does so, and as mine slide in between his, only stopping as my knees come in contact with his crotch. As we face each other in the ark cubical out of sight of others, I reach under the table and undo his flies and fish his cock out and hold it in my hand, squeezing him and fondling him, as I start to tell him of my first time. 'My first experience', I sigh as I think back as if it were yesterday. 'Let me think, oh yes, I remember'. I was out with daddy one day, and I remember him telling me he was needing to pee. We were passing one of those male toilets at a street corner and I followed him down the stairs, where it seemed to get cooler, and the smell, a mixture of sewer and moth balls, ...
    caused my nostril to flare, the more we descended the stronger it became. Soon I was standing in a huge cavernous opening, much to my surprise, black and white floor tiling, and doors leading into small cubicles, but it was the off white porcelain openings where men stood to pee that held my gaze, the constant flow of water, and the men turning and exposing themselves to me, as I stood behind my father, who stood facing the wall, doing his business, as men caught my attention, by shaking themselves, literally inches from my face. 'This your daughter Jack'?I felt his cock jump in my hand, and I squeezed him gently, acknowledging his response to my story Dad turned to look at him as he walked up and stood alongside me. 'Yeah', he answered, and I noticed he had stopped peeing, but was still moving it about. 'She is beautiful', he remarked, as a man coughed, turned and let me see him. 'How old jack', he asked, and dad said something I did not understand, 'Prime'. It would be years before I finally understood what this secretive language meant, between these men like my father, my very reason for being there was for men like daddy, to be given an opportunity to enjoy my presence. 'Can we use her', he asked, and daddy turned and looked at the men gathered, four in all, waiting and staring down at me, 'Give me a minute', he replied, and led me into a cubical, where he undressed me and sat me onto the large wooden seat.His cock was rock hard by now, and I started to stroke him with a ...
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