I was confused. My relief wasbeginning to slip away. “There is just one more thing,” he said. “Now that youdon’t have to hide ...what’s under your skirt from me, Ibelieve it’s time that I finally get to fuck that hotlittle ass.” He had his brawny hand on my arm andwheeled my around to his desk. As I slammed into it Carlpushed me face down onto the desk. My skirt was hiked upto my waist and I felt him pull my panties down to mythighs. I thought about. She discovered that older men usually treated women nicer and started to them more and more often. Andrew was just a guy that she had met through a friend she worked with. He was her friend’s boyfriend’s older brother. At first he was kind of sweet a bit of a flirt and kinda groapy but she thought that was just cause he was a kid just barely 22. That night she had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich just in case he skipped popcorn and was ready with just 2 minutes to spare. Andrew knocked on. ...Let me tell you a story.I think those are among the most wonderful phrases in the world. Withjust those six words, a person can be prepared to be transported toanother world, or another time, or feel like a fly on the wall of a reallife event.Which kind of story is this one? Well, let me tell you, and you canjudge.My story starts when I was about sixteen years old, and I was not doingall that well.I had been struggling with my gender for as long as I could remember, butit seemed like lately. "Samantha, I need you to suck my dick some more." She made no sign that she had even heard me, and just kept rubbing my prick against her tits. "Please Samantha! I really need you to do that. I'll do anything." Anything?" Come on Sam, you know I can't out and out fuck you since you're underage." But you could rub your prick up and down my pussy lips, just on the outside."I should have known from how strong the urge to put my dick in her mouth was that this was a horrible idea, but I just wanted.