My first confession here, and yes, I am new to this place. How I found it, and how I ended up here is a long story, which I can begin to explain by saying that I have always been very sexually active. You can't say that I was promiscous, but I always looked at sex as something normal, healthy and generally a thing no one should be ashamed of.

I am 38 now, female, married for almost 15 years, mom, and. a good wife. My husband is a love of my life, I am still very much attracted to him, we have good sex, and, there is not a single reason I should be unhappy. But...

My sex drive was always higher than his. At the start, when we went at each other like rabbits, I was fully satisfied, I gotta admit. But, since many years have passed, our sex is not as frequent as it once was, and that pushed me to self pleasuring, on a frequent schedule. And, long story short, I somehow ended up here, not for the porn, but for the written word, that can be mostly awful, and clearly made up, but it can be very enticing and exciting to see and read about the experiences and turn ons by others.

So, I guess this is where my story actually begins. I have always been flirty and I have been told more than once, that I am charming, as generally a very socially oriented person, but in the past few years, I have been using flirting as a kind of a vent, fully knowing that it won't lead nowhere, but still practicing it, for the fun of it. Combine that with, always growing self awareness, and the fact that I understand that time passing by is not getting me any younger, a compliment here and there makes me feel warm on the inside.

To be clear, I am objectively aware that I am above average looking for my age, but still, we all have our inner doubts, and we all enjoy our doses of serotonin.

So, in July, I went to a short holiday to Greece, with my mother and my offspring (as I understand the other word is forbidden here), as my husband was prevented to go at that time, because of work, and we also planned another little trip in August, when only we will go to the seaside.

First day, I have noticed a guy working at the kitchen bar, looking at me. It was a small hotel beach, in Rhodes, with a restaurant / caffe on the beach, and an open kitchen, looking at the beach. We chose a place right underneath it, at the top of the beach, and I caught him looking. It is not the first time someone gawks at me in a bikini, so, I forgot about it instantly. That same day, when we went to lunch at the same place, when our orders came, I saw that only my salad had eatable flower decoration on it. When I figured that out, I instinctively looked at the direction of the bar, and he was looking back, with a smile, obviously waiting for my reaction, and if I will figure it out.

That is where our game began. I thought nothing of it. He was a semi/handsome man, in his 20s I would say. Tomorrow, we located again at the top of the beach, and I deliberately started teasing him. You know, nothing special, turning the subbed so he can see me, moving my bikini so I can tan my bottoms. Again, flowers in the salad, plus, the waiter brought a rose in a little vase, only to our table.

Same the next day, as I got a little more daring, when the other two were in the water, I got my top off, to catch a few rays, while also checking if he is looking. He was.

The next day, I was deliberately standing in his sight, while oiling myself to prevent sunburns. I did it slowly, and I did it in a cheeky, sensual way. I also made eye contact for a few seconds, while doing it. And it was exciting, I must say. Not the fact that I wanted to do anything with him, but the fact that he was obviously attracted to me, and that he enjoyed this play, more than I did.

On the 4th or 5th day, I decided to drink my cocktail, standing at the bar, and as the caffe bar, and kitchen bar are continuing to one another, I chose the place at the division of these two sections. He was clearly sweating, not just from the heat, as I saw he was battling with himself if he should talk to me. For a moment, I thought that the kitchen staff is forbidden from talking to the guests, but that wasn't the case, he was just nervous. Then, I realised, he is maybe 24 or 25, and I might look scary to him, as I forgot that I am an "older lady" for him, and that made me feel bad, maybe I have over done it.

But, he found the nerve, and started talking. He was asking me, in bad English, these profane questions: where I am from, am I enjoying the holiday etc. I acted uninterested at first, but he didn't give up. The next day, I started flirting, you know, for flirting sake and my dose of serotonin, and that soften him up a bit.

How I felt? I felt wanted, and one day I even got a little horny, and sent my husband an unsolicited topless photo.

So, I guessed that will be it, even as our flirting game continued.

On day 8, I went out at the evening to the city of Rhodes, since the hotel is not far from it, by taxi, and just wandered around. My trip companions weren't up for it, so I was alone. Just walking, looking at the shop windows etc. And guess, what, around 9p.m., when I was gawking at some silly local made sandals, I heard a silent "hello".

It was him, with a grocery bag, smiling at me. My heart started beating faster, I wasn't expecting him out of the hotel. He politely asked me for a coffee, and I agreed.

What followed was very hard for me. The poor guy outright admitted his feelings for me, like a high school kid, started talking how he works those seasonal jobs during the summer, that he is from continental Greece, etc, etc... That is when I asked him about his age. 21. I felt like the crappiest person in the world. I found an excuse why I have to rush back, mumbled about seeing him tomorrow, and fled.

I thought about how I must've done harm to this young man, and that this time I went overboard, by teasing him into thinking that something could have happened. I really felt bad. Tomorrow, I chose the sunbeds lower, by the sea, so I could avoid him. When I went for a shower, since the showers are at the top of the beach, I caught him looking at me. His face... He was obviously aware that the charade is over.

On our last day, I was laying at the beach, with these thoughts racing through my mind. And at one point, it was after lunch, I just got up, and started walking towards the bar, not knowing what I actually want to say. To apologise?

As I approached, his smile was there. And I just blurred out "I wanna say bye, I am leaving tomorrow"

He was still smiling, and said something like "I liked having you around, looking and talking to you"

And that is where I snapped. "you have a place where I can give you a goodbye kiss"

Regreted saying that, the moment I said it. It looked like he was about to choke on the words not able to come out of his mouth "bed room, around corner"

As I walked to the "bed room", I had the urge to run away, but I thought, you made your bed, so now...

As I got around the corner, I realised that it was a room with spare sunbeds, not a bedroom. He was there, in his apron, breathing heavily. When I got in, and closed the door, we were in a complete dark for a few seconds, before he reached for the light. In those few seconds, a year passed in my mind.

I have never cheated on my husband. Never. My, before mentioned sexual appetite has only been fed by myself, in moments between encounters with my husband. I thought I would never cheat on him, since he really didn't deserve it, but on the other hand, I just wanted to give something to this young man, who I used maliciously, for my own fun, not fully understanding the scale of his feelings. I wanted to have sex with him, at that moment, I did, but from the bottom of my heart, I felt ashamed for wanting to cheat. So when that light came up, I got on my knees, and gave him a blowjob.

He was confused, and obviously very horny. I think he wasn't really experienced, since he was just standing there, stiff, while not touching me at all, except for a few light, gentle touches of my breasts, over the swimsuit. He didn't last long, maybe a few minutes, and he really wanted me, judging by the amount of cum, that I wasn't able to swallow by a single gulp.

When I got up, trying to hide the tremor in my legs, I acted all normal, and kissed him on the cheek. And just went out.

I can't remember the last time I was that wet.

Now, two months later, I am still haunted by this. On one hand, I feel terrible for cheating on my husband, and on the other, I can't stop thinking about that whole event. And if you are asking, no, there is no way this or anything similar will happen in the future. I am out of the flirting game, for good.

How I became a cross dressing Sissi
I was living in Leiden, Holland with Jolanda. I knew she was bi and it didn't bother me that sometimes she would sleep over with a girl friend. Sometimes she would have a girlfriend or two stay over as well. I was very tactful and gave her the space she needed when she needed it.
One day while she was out I was looking for something in the bedroom and I opened a drawer which contained some girlie underwear. I started to hold things up to take a look at them.
I make no secret of the fact that I often desired to try some things on. Jolanda even suggested I try it but I was always too shy.
Well this time, being alone at home I started to try things on. Bras, panties, stockings, garter belt, dresses. I'd try one thing and pose in front of the mirror, then try something different.
I found a nice pink and black bra and pantie set and put those on, still wearing the stockings. I also found a blonde wig and tried that too.
I put on some music and got very carried away doing a sexy dance in front of the mirror. Seeing myself like that caused me to become very aroused and I got quite a boner and I played with it a little adding a touch of moisturizing cream making it very shiny.
I hadn't heard the front door and I wasn't even aware of the fact that Jolanda and a friend of hers were standing in the room watching my every move. The song came to an end and they made their presence know by applauding.
For me it was a big shock and I hurriedly searched for something to cover myself with.
Jolanda approached me and snatched away the towel I'd picked up and said. No, don't cover up. Let's take a look at you". I was made to stand with my hands by my sides as they both inspected me. They were both having fun choosing different combinations out on me.
Eventually they had me dressed like a french maid with an apron and a head piece.
Once "dressed" I was given some chores. I had to serve them with food and drinks.
Later that evening, after a few drinks I was summonsed to the table. They were both a little drunk.
Jolanda's Lifted up my dress saying that Elaine was a little curious about the bulge she was seeing and she thought it would be more amusing for her to have a better look
My hard cock had certainly protruded above the elastic of the panties and Jolanda pulled them down to my knees
"Nice isn't it"
"mm yes, very cute" Elaine replied. Then looking at me asked "May I feel it"
Jolanda spoke up saying "Don't ask him, ask me, He's my maid" Then to my surpruse she picked up the whipped cream spray and squirted it over the end of my dick. "There you are, you can have more than a feel" she laughed.
Elaine started to lick all the cream away then took the tip into her mouth and started sucking.....
I'd love to tell more but out of time. will continue if requested
I love to chat with girls. I have msn, yahoo and facebook. Please send me your addy if you'd like me to add you

A month or 2 or maybe more there was a posting here by a guy who said he was getting some at his hair salon.

The last few weeks I have passed a new barber shop and every time I go by, there are some Asian girls standing in front. They have aprons on so it looks legit. I figured why not give it a try and pulled in today.

I walked in an it was your typical shop with 6 chairs. There was a guy who looked like he was the head barber and 5 youngish girls sitting around. The guy looks at one of the girls and she came a took me to the back chair. While putting the cover over me I noticed that she seemed to be making a lot of contact including a lot of tit rubs. I explained how I like it cut and she started. While she was cutting my hair she kept putting the comb in my lap and seemed to feel around for it for longer then needed. The last few times it was right over my cock and one time I swear she was squeezing my cock. She turned my head to the side so I was looking straight at her and for the first time I noticed that her top was unbuttoned lower then before and was looking at her cleavage. When I looked up she gave me a nice smile. She started to finish the cut and was cleaning me off by using a drier to blow the hair off. I still had the cover on but it was now off my shoulders and she started to give me a nice neck massage. She leaned over to talk into my ear and asked if I liked. I shook my head yes and she asked if I wanted more. I was thinking more neck massage but she took the cover off and took my hand and lead me to the back room. They had one of those massage chairs where you straddle it while you get a back massage. She turned the lights down low and started to massage my neck and back. She stopped for a few seconds and it got very quiet. I could hear her moving behind me and when I felt her hands on my face I looked up and saw that her top was off and she had a really nice set of tits. She again asked if I like and I said yes. She started to massage my arm and shoulder and again walked behind me and pulled my top off and leaned up against me so she was rubbing her nipples against my back.

By now my cock was screaming hard. I was told to stand up and turn around. she then undid the front of my pants and pulled them and my jocky's down releasing my hard cock. She says I like and grabs it. I am then told 40 for oral and 80 for fuck. I opt for the fuck and she goes to a drawer and returns with a condom and uses her mouth to slid it on and gives me a quick bj. She has me sit back in the massage chair and takes of her shorts and panties and straddles my lap until my cock is inside her. She just does this slow grind and I can feel her tightening up her pussy muscles as she rides me. 5 minutes late I was popping my load in her. She cleaned me up and helped me dress. I handed her the 80 and she smiled and said thank you. As I walked out I gave the guy the 20 for the haircut and another 10 to give to the girl for a tip.

I knew I would soon be a regular customer. I checked out the other girls on the way out and one them gave me a smile and one said to come back soon. I told her I would and maybe she could do my hair next time. Damn I wish my hair grew faster.

Anbody have any good hair stylist stories or fantasies? My wife does hair and is very sexy, has awesome D tits and kinda big ass. She has a lot of male clients and she tells me how they check her out all the time. When she knows a guy checks her out she said she intentionally teases them but not to the point of being obvious. She positions herself so they can see down her shirt, or into her sleeve when her arms are raised, etc. She told me she does it to help retain them and get better tips but I know it turns her on too and I've told her it's a huge turn on for me to have guys want her. I've fucked her a few times in her apron. Also I've jerked off under the apron while she did my hair at the salon full of people.

I confess that I'd like to find a submissive woman to play house with, one who has at least one child.
My little woman would greet me at the door naked, wearing at most an apron and heels. She would kiss me on the Cheek and take my jacket off and hang it up, and then proceed to undress the rest of me. We would be a nude household, and open about everything.
The woman's body would be my plaything, I will take her when I want her. I will bend her over the dinner table if I choose and enter her from behind and bring us both to climax. If feel so inclined as the family watches a movie I will pleasure and lick her pussy, licking and worshiping every part of her. Sometimes we will all just cuddle as a family or enjoy other activities.

Submissive does not mean weak or stupid though. She can be intelligent and have a measure of independence, in fact I like that in a woman. She must accept though, that I am the Man of the house, and I am the authority. As the authority it is mine to reward and punish as I see fit. When she steps out of line she will be spanked. I will put her over my knee and slap her bottom with my open hand, the same as I will do with the child, fair and measured. For more serious infractions I may have them bend over and touch there toes, using my belt and have them count the strokes aloud. This will all be a family event, as I believe in learning from the mistakes of others.
It will not be punishment out of anger though, and once it has been administered all is forgiven, and we can continue enjoying the company of our companionship.

Does anyone else have fantasies like this?
I also have a variant of a nudest by night/get ready for bed after dinner but you can stay up another few hours kind of deal. That is more like it was in my house growing up here is SD.

Maybe someday.

A few months ago husband and I made a bet, and I lost it. We had jokingly said that the loser had to become the other person’s sex slave for a day, but when I lost it turned out that we were not joking. It was only for one day, but he got to pick which day he wanted to use it, so he waited until we were having a get together with some of his army buddies. That day he told me I wasn’t allowed to wear any clothes at all, unless I was cooking, and then I was allowed an apron. He had me running around all day, cooking and cleaning for him with my tits out like some 1950s housewife, it was humiliating and it made me very wet. Occasionally he would stop me to bend me over and dump a load into my asshole, but mostly he just watched me. I thought he would let me get dressed when his friends got there, but I was wrong. Instead he gave me a collar and told me that I’d lost my walking privileges and was only allowed to crawl for the rest of the night. I’m not sure if he warned them or what, but his friends barely even acknowledged me, even though I was naked and crawling around like a dog on my hands and knees. Which I guess was slightly better than having to explain it to them. For most of the night my husband mostly had me bringing beers to his friends, which is pretty difficult when you have to crawl, and swallowing his cum every now and then. When they were all good and drunk, my husband had me come into the living room and fuck myself for them all with some of their empty bottles. They jerked off and called me names, like a stupid whore, and I wasn’t allowed to cum even though I desperately wanted to. At the end I had to lick their cum off the floor and then my husband fucked my asshole while they all watched. After they went home I was left to clean up (still naked) and my husband dumped one more load on my face before going to bed. I know I shouldn’t have liked any of it, but it’s the hardest I’ve ever cum and I can’t stop thinking about it. I hope he makes me do it again.

I confess, there is a side of me that could make some awesome, nerdy, perverted guy very happy. I've been cleaning house all night, rolling a ten-sided die to determine which room to clean next, wearing no panties, a short dress, and an apron, and taking breaks every three rooms to watch porn in my pool naked.

I don't live alone so I could get caught, too ;) Fun night.

Finally after a decade I'm finally getting my wife to start being naughty for me. A while back I confessed to her that I have fantasies about her teasing other guys. At first she was taken back but she's starting to find the fun in the fantasy. During sex we'll talk about her teasing guys at work where she cuts hair, imagining her bending over so the guy she is working on can look down her shirt. Yesterday she sent me this pic from the bathroom where she works, she took off her shirt and weas just wearing the apron. Drives me insane and makes me soo horny. ANyway, thought I'd share:

I know there are females on Motherless who like to show off for us pervs. So here's what I'm looking for:
Photos of you (or if you're a dude, photos you may have in your collection of females)wearing:
household rubber gloves (e.g. Marigolds)and a floral dress (e.g. Ann Summers)PVC pinny (apron, shiny plastic) wellies (rubber boots)
A tad unusual I know, but we all have our funny ways. Obviously the more revealing the better, hardcore is fine. Masterbation, flashing, upskirt, fingering, even sucking and fucking your hubby, boyfriend or any other dude.
I'm not ooking to meet or participate. Photos is fine.
Message me and we'll discuss it.
Age, size etc. not an issue, you don't even have to think you're attractive, let me be the judge of that. (But no dudes in drag, thanks)
Come on, be brave.

This experience is why I am obsessed with Louise Ogborn. She is like a hero to me because her experience lead to the capture of her abusers. She is beautiful and has been through so much, like me, and our cases are so similar. But if you ever see the comments on the internet about her, everyone says how stupid she is to have fallen for the hoax. Everyone says she�s so stupid for believing the phony cop and for taking her clothes off in the first place. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that any of the things they made her do were part of a legitimate police investigation. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that a cop would really demand that she give the man watching her oral sex.
Maybe I�m the only one who will ever truly understand her. I understand that she is not stupid. But ever since my first rape, I have felt retardedly stupid every day. I always feel like the most stupid person in the room. I have an inferiority complex. You�ll understand why later if you read about my second rape.

Two weeks went by and I hadn�t heard anything more about the investigation. I hadn�t heard anything from the cops, although I was constantly paranoid that they would show up at any time, wherever I was, at home, at school, at work, and drag me off to jail, or worse, another search.
Then one day I came back from my lunch break at work, and I went up to the break room to put my purse back in my locker and there he was, the loss prevention guy. He smiled with crocodile teeth when he saw me and I never made it to the break room, he diverted me into the conference room. He told me to have a seat so we could talk some more about the investigation and then he picked up the phone and paged another girl that worked as a cashier. I barely knew her because she was a grade below me. I knew that she was only 15 though, and just barely turned 15 at that! She eventually came to the conference room and was sat down next to me. The loss prevention guy talked to us for a little, asking us for the names of anyone that we thought was stealing. He asked us who we knew that might be willing to steal. He told us that the reason we were suspected was because the description that the jewelry store gave was of a young skinny girl with big breasts. We both met that description. She was younger, just about as skinny as me, and had big breasts for her size too, but still slightly smaller than mine, I think she was prettier than me.
After some of those stupid questions, he said that he had to do another quick search because, not having had anything on us on just the one day that they did the initial search could have been luck, but if he searched us again and again, found nothing, then it would prove our innocence. He also said that he needed to take more pictures of us. He reminded us that we had both promised to cooperate with the investigation and that if he needed to, he could have the detective come down personally to do the search and take the pictures. All the while he was setting up that tripod again and setting up the video camera. We both said that we didn�t want the detective to have to come, so he told us to take our clothes off. He said he was going to the break room for a second and that when he got back, we had better be naked, and if not there would be trouble and we would be making it worse for ourselves. We both slowly started undressing. I knew that I was just putting off the inevitable, but I was slow taking off my clothes. I hoped that if I wasn�t nude, but still in the process of taking my clothes off when he got back, that would be good enough. But soon enough he came back, dragging in a trash barrel with him with an empty liner. He told us to put our clothes into the barrel, along with my purse too.
Once again, there I was in that God forsaken room, nude and in front of a video camera, but this time there was another girl with me going through the same thing. This time was different though. It was like he was picking up where he left off. No pretense, he just felt at ease telling us to get naked, put our hands behind our heads, do this, do that! He asked us what we thought about each others� bodies. He asked me if I thought she was sexy. He asked her the same. And he touched us a lot more too. He touched our breasts for no good reason whenever he wanted. He fondled them, pinched them, squeezed them together. He had us lay on the table and spread our legs and our labias so he could take more pictures of us like that. Then he put his finger in us. The other girl started crying �Why? Why? Why are you doing this?� He didn�t answer. He just smiled and kept fingering us both at the same time. I hated him, but I felt powerless. I felt like he was holding all the cards. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of what he would do if I made him mad, and I was afraid of going to jail if he had to call the detective. Then he told us to get on our knees in front of him. I did as I was told, but she kept crying �Do we really have to do this? What does this have to do with the investigation?�
Then he dropped the bomb that completely shattered my world. �There IS NO INVESTIGATION.� I could swear that he hissed the words like some kind of snake demon. �I�m no loss prevention officer and that wasn�t your regional manager, you dumb sluts!� It took a while for it to sink in, so he told us that didn�t matter because unless we wanted the video and pictures to end up on the internet, unless we wanted all of our friends, teachers, and people that don�t like us to see what we did, we would do what he wanted. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him and told her to unzip his pants and take out his c*ck and put it in her mouth. She slowly did it, and once it was in her mouth, he told me to put my mouth on him too. He took his video camera and made sure he got plenty of footage of us both pleasing him simultaneously. He took his clothes off and then told us he had a surprise for us. He told us to bend over the table, right next to each other. Then he went in his bag and grabbed a tape and went over to the vhs player in the room and turned on the large tv on the wall and soon the tape started playing. It was the tape they made of when they strip searched/raped the other girl. He started raping us again, going from one of our pussies to the other and back again. All the while he made us watch what they did to her. It was bad enough for me, being raped while having to watch it, but I couldn�t imagine how bad it must be for her. Remember how the �detective� asked if I shaved �down there?� Well I found out why. Apparently the other girl wasn�t shaved when they searched her, so they shaved her right there on the table, on video �to make sure she wasn�t concealing anything.� While he was raping us, he told us to make out for him. It was very awkward for me because I had never considered kissing a girl before, and now I had to make out with one, while being raped� while we were BOTH being raped. Then her to lay on the table and spread her legs. I thought he was going to start raping her, but instead he forced my head between her legs and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I�d eat her out. He said that I had to eat her out until she came. All the while, he kept raping me. He made sure to get plenty of video footage of me doing that too.
Eventually she shuddered (I think she was faking) like she was orgasming. So he pulled out of my p*ssy and made me use my mouth to �clean him off.� He then put the camera in my face and interviewed me about how I liked the taste of my own p*ssy and how I liked eating her p*ssy. He asked me if I�d ever tasted my own p*ssy before, he asked me about my masturbating habits, he asked me if I�d ever eaten another girl out before. He did everything he could to further my humiliation and he captured every second on camera so he could use it against me. Then he told me to lay on the table and he proceeded to rape the other girl while making her eat me out. But he got kind of bored of that, so he made us 69 while he continued to rape her. After God only knows how long of that treatment, he made us get on our knees in front of him and he finished on our faces and made sure to get a good amount in our mouths. Then he ordered us to French kiss and share what we had in our mouths and then swallow. I prayed for God to strike him dead, or for my sake, to put me out of my misery by striking me dead. While we were doing that, he went and changed the tape and the tape of my first rape/strip search started playing. He made us watch it, he fast forwarded to the �good parts� and made cruel jokes and asked me what I was thinking here, and if I liked what they were doing there. He asked the other girl what she thought of me. After he�d rested enough, he told us to bend over the table again, and I prepared for him to rape me some more. But this time he put it in my butt. I cried, I did my best not to scream, and he told me to suck on the other girls breasts to keep my mouth occupied. Of course, I did as I was told and he got it on video. I screamed into her breasts like a pillow. She held my head tight to her chest and stroked my head to comfort me. In the background I heard the tape of my first rape still playing. I kept hearing the word �I concur� and it made me want to die. He told her that she was next and she started crying into my hair. All of a sudden my head was yanked up by my hair and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I cried that I did, but he didn�t stop. He told me that I got to choose. I could let him keep raping my butthole, or he could swap and rape my �new girlfriend�s butthole.� I wanted him to stop. I just couldn�t bring myself to tell him to hurt her more. I felt protective of her. I told myself this was why God refused to kill me, so I could protect her and take it for her. So I told him to keep raping me and not to hurt her� he did anyways. He kept raping me for a little, but then he pulled out of me and just grabbed her and bent her body into position and started pushing his c*ck into her butthole. She started crying when he grabbed her by her hair and told her to eat my p*ssy some more. He reminded her that she never made me orgasm and said that when I came, he�d stop. She did as she was told and I laid there wondering if it had been long enough yet or if I should wait a little longer to fake my orgasm to make him stop. I didn�t want to do it too soon because I didn�t want it to be obvious that I was faking. Eventually I did fake my orgasm. She stopped what she was doing but he said he wasn�t done yet and told her to suck on my tits while he finished. It seemed like forever, but he eventually finished inside her butt.
Once he was done he put his clothes back on, but told us to stay on the table and to 69. He disassembled the tripod and put the cameras away. He told us to watch his �favorite part� on the video, it was when they were leaving, they stopped by the Customer Service Desk and zoomed the camera in on a picture behind the counter of the regional manager. He looked nothing like the guy that was with him last time! I was duped and I should have known it! I should have paid attention to that picture and known that he was not the regional manager! I�m such a F*cking idiot! He then took the trash barrel out of the room and said that when he came back, we had better still be 69-ing.

He never came back. We were discovered by the closing manager as he was doing his final walkthrough before going home. The store had been closed for an hour already. We cried and told him that we were raped and blackmailed. The manager didn�t believe us. He told us that he didn�t believe us and that he didn�t know why we were having sex in the conference room after close but that making up stories wouldn�t make it any better. He kept looking at our naked bodies. I don�t know why, but I didn�t even make an effort to cover myself. I didn�t even think to. He saw our breasts, our pussies, our whole naked bodies. He told us that he was going to finish his walk through and that we had better be gone by the time he was done because he wasn�t going to check back on us, he was just going to set the alarm and lock the doors. Once he left we ran out of the room, looking for the trash bag full of our clothes and my purse. My cell phone, my keys to my parents� car, everything was gone, and worst of all, I had no clothes. The other girl�s keys to her home were in her locker, but the key to her lock on her locker was in her pants. The bastard took off and left us there with NOTHING, not even a way to get home. We grabbed aprons from the break room and put one on to cover our fronts and one to cover our backsides. It was the best we could do, but we ran out of the building as fast as we could. We both agreed not to tell anyone about this, and then we went our separate ways and walked to our homes. She lived about half a mile away, and I lived a mile in the opposite direction. My parents weren�t home when I got there, but luckily the door was unlocked. I took a shower and thought up a lie to tell my parents when they got home. I told them that my purse was stolen out of the break room and that�s why I didn�t drive the car home. I never told them about what happened.
I didn�t sleep for the next two days. I just cried all night in my bed until I had to get up and put on a brave face for everyone during the days. I never ran out of tears. I just cried and cried and cried. I felt so used and cheap. I felt so worthless. I used to think of myself as one of the most attractive girls in my school and at work. Guys would have done anything just to see me naked, but these bastards just waltzed right into my life and decided that for nothing they would use and abuse me and get what every guy wanted and more and then use it to blackmail me into doing it again, and doing it with another girl. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to go to prison and be raped every day of a very long prison sentence and then get murdered in prison for what they did. I wanted to feel the way I used to feel. I wanted to like my body again. Instead, I tried to cut my breasts off with a kitchen knife. But I�m stupid and the knife was dull and I didn�t get too far. I just got minor cuts. I stopped wearing make up and wore baggy clothes. But I never told any of my friends at school, and I did my best to hide everything. But my friends must have picked up on it at some level because before long, my friends stopped talking to me. They stopped calling, texting, IM-ing me. They stopped talking to me in the halls. No one ever told me why. I was paranoid that the pictures and/or video had gotten out and they�d seen what happened to me. Guys stopped hanging around me. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.

But then I got raped by him again.

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