At twenty-one, I like to think that I am pretty successful as I was promoted to a supervisor earlier this year. However there’s still part of me whi...h wishes that I could have gone further with my education to land a better job. Never the less, I live each day one by one because I adore my youth and to be blunt, growing older scares me. Since I first wrote ‘Behind the Story’ I have allowed only one man to have sex with me. He is now, thankfully, an ex-boyfriend but he still has the trophy of. She could hardly wait for her school day to end so she could go home and get ready to go out with Ray. She wished Ray could have fucked her that morning and sent her to school with his cum dripping from her swollen pussy lips and soaking her panties, but there wasn't time for that. She'd get that gift tonight and she could hardly wait.When Karen got home, she got ready for her evening with her father. She showered and then when she got dressed, she didn't put a bra on and she wore a short skirt. "What are you doing?!" I protested."Just want you to concentrate on what you are about to do, sweet thing."He took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders, covering my handcuffed arms. He dragged me by my neck into a nearby stall, pushing me to my knees. Then, he pushed his dick against my lips and grabbed my hair."Knock, knock, open up."Without thinking, I opened my mouth and his big, stiff, dick was forced deep into me. It pushed my lips apart and my mouth wide open. I tried to protest. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, just keeping it hard enough so we could talk.“Here is what’s going to happen, Richard. Get your hand moving, and I will remove my bra and you can come on my breasts all you want. After that, we clean up, and never talk about it again, is that clear?”He didn’t answer, but did ramp up the speed and I climbed on his bed, sitting on his legs and leaned forward, waiting until I could tell he was about to blow.I had my hands on the front hooks of my bra.