Straight Female / 28
I am 28 now, but of course I was not always 28. My backstory is that I am one of three sisters, the oldest one. My parents are Catholic in the old sense, they are from Puerto Rico and Catholic is their life. When I was seven and I had my first communion my father told me that I was reserved for Christ, I was going to be a nun. My younger sister who was five at the time, a nurse and my youngest sister who was two a school teacher. We were all sent to the Catholic elementary school in our town.
My father was a welder and when I was in the sixth grade he was hurt on the job and was no longer able to work as a welder, he tried several other professions and failed at them, in part because he had become an alcoholic. Money was no longer available to pay for private school so we all had to go to the public school. In our town in Puerto Rico that was not a good school. And there were boys at the school.
For the first couple of years I continued on the path to become a nun and spent most all of my free time at the church. My younger sisters also went to the church after school. I was in the ninth grade when my younger sister told me that my father had sex with her. My mother slapped my sister, my father denied it and my sister hated everyone. But in private conversations she told me that it felt good. My sister kept having sex with my father until she left home at 22. I on the other hand, going to be a nun never let a man put a hand on me.
I didn't become a nun, I had to work to help the family and when my youngest sister finished high school she went to work at a men's club in San Juan. She had the body and she liked pleasing men and she made a lot more money than I did. That is the time that I accepted an invitation from relatives in New York to move there and find a job. My relative got me a job working at the company where she worked as an entry level accounting clerk. The work was easy, and I was able to learn very quickly and I was transferred to accounts payable and I was soon a senior accounting clerk. I was 25.
There was a lunch for one of the managers of the department for his 40th birthday. We all went, it was at an Italian place. The man whose birthday we were celebrating sat beside me and he put his arm around me and asked for a kiss for his birthday. He embarrassed me into giving him a kiss on the cheek, but he took my face and kissed me on the mouth. I had never been kissed and it was gross and my stomach felt like vomiting but it also felt good. At closing time he asked me to with him to have a drink to get to know me better.
The drink went to my head and he took my clothes off and consummated marriage with me. It felt good, I liked it but I also felt a lot of guilt and went to the church to pray and confess myself of my sin of premarital sex. The priest gave me a thousand rosaries, community service, ten years of darkness and a seat in the Purgatory section of the church. The next time the man put his hand on me, I turned into his arms and delivered myself. I had already consummated marriage with him and I was all his.
Sex for me was a new chapter in my life, not that I understood how my sister could have sex with my father or how my other sister could dance topless in clubs and accept dates that paid her very well. I felt guilt most of the time after having sex and having sex is the only thing that helped my guilt, until I had sex again and had guilt again. One of the things he taught me was to crawl and wag my behind for him while he crawled behind me sniffing my rear before getting on me like a dog. I liked being a dog. I liked being a baby calf suckling on his dick. I liked being a no good whore fucked on the kitchen floor. I liked being slapped. I liked shaving myself for him and giving him tits for desert at the table. I liked being a complete slut. He was and is a married man. I had a hart time feeling guilty and I never confessed to my sin, I made up sins, but I did not tell the priest of crawling around naked on the floor.
I am 28 now and I have a different boyfriend, a man who appreciates me more and he spends money on me. I met him through my youngest sister at her club where I dance from time to time, now that I am 28 I have a nice set of tits and I can dance and the man I am dating likes to come and see me dance, He likes to show me off to his friends. Sometimes my sister and I dance, and sometimes my sister and I go on a date together with my boyfriend and his friend. I know what my middle sister meant now, it just feels good.
My father was a welder and when I was in the sixth grade he was hurt on the job and was no longer able to work as a welder, he tried several other professions and failed at them, in part because he had become an alcoholic. Money was no longer available to pay for private school so we all had to go to the public school. In our town in Puerto Rico that was not a good school. And there were boys at the school.
For the first couple of years I continued on the path to become a nun and spent most all of my free time at the church. My younger sisters also went to the church after school. I was in the ninth grade when my younger sister told me that my father had sex with her. My mother slapped my sister, my father denied it and my sister hated everyone. But in private conversations she told me that it felt good. My sister kept having sex with my father until she left home at 22. I on the other hand, going to be a nun never let a man put a hand on me.
I didn't become a nun, I had to work to help the family and when my youngest sister finished high school she went to work at a men's club in San Juan. She had the body and she liked pleasing men and she made a lot more money than I did. That is the time that I accepted an invitation from relatives in New York to move there and find a job. My relative got me a job working at the company where she worked as an entry level accounting clerk. The work was easy, and I was able to learn very quickly and I was transferred to accounts payable and I was soon a senior accounting clerk. I was 25.
There was a lunch for one of the managers of the department for his 40th birthday. We all went, it was at an Italian place. The man whose birthday we were celebrating sat beside me and he put his arm around me and asked for a kiss for his birthday. He embarrassed me into giving him a kiss on the cheek, but he took my face and kissed me on the mouth. I had never been kissed and it was gross and my stomach felt like vomiting but it also felt good. At closing time he asked me to with him to have a drink to get to know me better.
The drink went to my head and he took my clothes off and consummated marriage with me. It felt good, I liked it but I also felt a lot of guilt and went to the church to pray and confess myself of my sin of premarital sex. The priest gave me a thousand rosaries, community service, ten years of darkness and a seat in the Purgatory section of the church. The next time the man put his hand on me, I turned into his arms and delivered myself. I had already consummated marriage with him and I was all his.
Sex for me was a new chapter in my life, not that I understood how my sister could have sex with my father or how my other sister could dance topless in clubs and accept dates that paid her very well. I felt guilt most of the time after having sex and having sex is the only thing that helped my guilt, until I had sex again and had guilt again. One of the things he taught me was to crawl and wag my behind for him while he crawled behind me sniffing my rear before getting on me like a dog. I liked being a dog. I liked being a baby calf suckling on his dick. I liked being a no good whore fucked on the kitchen floor. I liked being slapped. I liked shaving myself for him and giving him tits for desert at the table. I liked being a complete slut. He was and is a married man. I had a hart time feeling guilty and I never confessed to my sin, I made up sins, but I did not tell the priest of crawling around naked on the floor.
I am 28 now and I have a different boyfriend, a man who appreciates me more and he spends money on me. I met him through my youngest sister at her club where I dance from time to time, now that I am 28 I have a nice set of tits and I can dance and the man I am dating likes to come and see me dance, He likes to show me off to his friends. Sometimes my sister and I dance, and sometimes my sister and I go on a date together with my boyfriend and his friend. I know what my middle sister meant now, it just feels good.
