And this will be narrated in her own words.So enjoy.If you wanna tell me anything mail: hangout: Hii I’m melissa 22 years old from Bangalore.I’m ...ingle working lady reading sex stories for the past 1 month.I read Sam’s story and the explanation on the experience inch by inch clarifications on every situation made me his admirer.I mailed him and we started talking and having sex chat.He is so good at handling woman I can’t explain.Very soon he gave the comfortable zone.We talked for a couple of. It made me hate her that much more.Why couldn't we have a normal life? Isn't that what every 14-year-old girl wants? I never knew my dad, but why couldn't my mother be like my friends' mothers? Why did I have to clean the house and do the laundry? Why couldn't she read to me at night? Why didn't she ever meet with my teachers? Why couldn't I have nice clothes? They didn't have to be expensive, but at least fit me. And why couldn't I wear a shirt or jeans or even pink pajamas that had never been. My cock was sensitive and deprived. His other hand worked between my ass cheeks until his finger found my hole. He didn't put it in, but instead began working circles around it while he slowly stroked my cock. Eventually he tired of that, and led me by the cock out of his bedroom and back into living room area. There was a nice wooden chair sitting in the middle, and a small pile sitting on the couch. He guided me with his grip on my cock to sit down on the wooden chair. Within seconds of. There would be no reason he would come to my house. Except that is for sex. With this in mind, a silent pledge to stay strong and refuse any advances, I opened the door.He walked in. Jeans hugging his tight ass, shirt showing off his magnificent chest muscles, just as I remembered him. With the cocky attitude I recalled too well he waved some USB stick at me, looked at me and spat out, "On your knees bitch!"I laughed in his face, so sure he was trying to play an old game and hoping I would go.