[FFM] When I was twenty two, I spent about a year as a financially compensated sex slave to a couple over twice my age.

Suffice it to say, that this isn’t about that whole year, just the first night I met them. This happened over a decade ago, but I recently found my notebook from that time and after rereading it, I decided that I feel I could rewrite it well enough to share. I kinda have to share it, because it was one of the craziest and simply most out-of-the-ordinary things I did in my twenties.

Lets just start off by saying that I was and still am an unabashed slut, though I’ve slowed down considerably since that time. As a college dropout, sleeping on friends couches or in one of my numerous fuck buddies’ beds, parties and hookups were basically my whole life at that time. I’m not ashamed of it because I was always going to be a fuckup as far as society was concerned, so I’ve always lived exactly the way I wanted to live. This whole thing started when I met a woman in a bar. She offered to buy me a drink to, and I quote, “Wash the taste out.” You see, I had just returned to the bar after leaving for five minutes to blow some random stranger in the backseat of his car because he was good looking and had bought me a couple drinks.

She introduced herself as Judith. She was flirty and was really pretty and mature, not the sort that usually hit on me but she seemed genuinely interested and I liked the attention so I didn’t think too much about it. I judged by the fact she was wearing a business suit that she had probably just gotten off work and was just there to blow off some steam. After talking with her for a while, she asked me a lot about myself, and I didn’t really hold anything back. I was only tipsy, I was never one of those girls who got completely trashed without a justifiable cause. So, on that particular night, I was having a pretty good time and thought I might make myself a new fuck buddy, especially after she invited me into the bathroom to powder our noses. Obviously, it should be clear by this point that I like women just as much as I like men, but this was the first time in my life that someone quite like Judith had flirted with me before, and the prospect of what her eyes and probing caresses promised was enough to fill my belly with butterflies.

There aren’t many people that have that effect on me, but when she invited me to come back with her to her place, her breath on my neck was enough to make my panties wet. I discovered that she wasn’t the successful lesbian I had her pegged as. She wasn’t wearing a wedding band, but after she took a selfie of the two of us kissing in the back seat of the cab she sent it to someone. I asked her who she was sending it to and she told me she was just letting her man know that she was bringing home company. I thought I knew what was in store for me, but when we got back to her place, it was just her and me at first. It was sort of weird at first because even though she said he was there, her man didn’t come out to join in with us and I was beginning to think that maybe the two of them just had some sort of open relationship. but neither one of us were doing much talking anymore so there wasn’t really an opportunity to ask.

Judith wasted little time in stripping me naked after we got through the front door. Her soft fingers caressed me through my already soaked panties while pressing my body against the wall. I came in under a minute and in hindsight, I consider it to be one of the best orgasms I had ever had, even to this day. Her piercing eyes held my gaze even as my knees gave out and she let me sink to the floor. The way she looked at me, the lustful smile on her lips as she looked down at me while slowly removing her skirt and blouse, revealing that she was wearing the sexiest red lingerie that I could’ve imagined. She didn’t need to say anything, I could see what she wanted and even as my body still shook with aftershocks, I slid her panties to the floor, and found that she had a clit piercing, a silver ring. I kissed it while she stood over me, and with a hand on the back of my head she pressed my face against her trimmed bush. I looked up to make eye contact while I rolled my tongue over her clitoris again and again but she had her head tossed back and her moans were all the encouragement I needed.

She moved us over to the couch and laid me down before she mounted me, a leg on either side of my head as she sat on my face. I had been with women before, but this was the first time one had been so dominant and as far as new experiences go, it was pretty amazing. She forced me to eat her ass. Now, I’m not really prudish in any sense, but usually I like to get a good look at someone’s ass before I eat it because while I may be a dirty girl and like being humiliated and dominated as much any slut, I was so turned on that I just dove tongue first into her asshole. For those of you who’ve tasted sweaty ass crack, you either love it or hate it, I’m the sort that prefers my assholes to be freshly washed. I’m no connoisseur of analingus, but it was pretty obvious that Judith had planned in advance that she would be putting someone in my position that night, I’m just glad that I was the lucky girl. Kind of a weird and pleasant way to discover that I was wrong about her spending all day sitting in an office, though honestly, she had inflamed my desires so well that it likely wouldn’t have mattered one way or another. It’s just one of those little details about that moment which stuck with me. I worked my tongue numb to please her and trying to keep my focus as she fingered me, making me cum again before I returned the favor. When I finally opened my eyes I realized that my makeup had smeared on her ass cheeks and knew that her grinding had messed up my face.

I wouldn’t have cared so much in that moment if it weren’t for the fact that was the first time her man saw me. He was older than her by a decade at least, a bit overweight and quite frankly she seemed way out of his league. He was the sort of man who you see with a beautiful woman and automatically assume she’s only with him because of his money. Also, he wasn’t looking at us like one might expect any normal man to be when he walked in to see what he was seeing. He was just kind of standing in the doorway in a tied robe, a drink in one hand and a thumb tucked into his robe. We made eye contact for a couple seconds, and I expected him to open his robe and join us, but he just turned around and left without saying anything. Honestly, he kind of set off my creep-o-meter just a wee bit, but I paid him no mind, my attention refocusing on Judith as she stood up, pulling me along with her into the bathroom. We both just kind of enjoyed the afterglow before we got in the shower together. As she cleaned up my face for me, I told her about the guy watching us. I wasn’t sure if she was going to share me with him or not, but even though he might’ve seemed a bit creepy, Judith had referred to him as ‘her man’ so I guessed that there was a good reason for someone like her to be with someone like him. It turned out to be more than one reason in the end. I had been right about the money part, she told me that the cash was certainly a part of it, but that the real reason was that they were kindred spirits. I took it to mean that they were both Sagittariuses or something. As it turned out, what she really meant was that both of them were textbook sociopaths with similar sexual fetishes.

Now, when I say they were sociopaths, I’m talking about the harmless type that do everything they can to be just like everybody else. Aside from the coke, they didn’t do any illegal stuff, not anything that I was aware of anyways, but in their own ways, they didn’t really see other people quite the same way that most people see them. Not to say they were crazy or delusional, it was just like their empathy was turned way down. Judith seemed to be a pretty ‘normal’ woman, as normal as anyone, but it wasn’t until much later that I realized there wasn’t something quite right with her. Look, I’m pretty kinky, I’ve always been pretty comfortable with being tied up, spanked, gagged, all those sorts of things but suffice it to say, when she began telling me what her and her man were into it made me a bit uneasy. However, Judith was pleased when I told her I was cool with pretty much anything. That wasn’t really true, but I’ll be honest here, it was already one of the most exciting nights I had had in a while, and she was so goddamn sexy I really would’ve crossed some of my few boundaries to spend more than just one night with her. Luckily, she never asked me to do anything I didn’t end up wanting to do.

Judith never refereed to her opposite as a husband/boyfriend, or partner, but always just as ‘her man’ and she always said it in such a way that implied she owned him rather than the other way around. Her sexual dominance and the way he had been looking at the two of us in the living room made me assume that he was some sort of cuckold to her, but when she took me into his study to introduce him to me, I discovered that once more, I had been incorrect about my preconceived notions. He was sitting behind a large wooden desk, and just like the rest of the house, the desk was neat and tidy. At first I thought he was watching porn on the laptop in front of him because I could hear the distinct sounds of someone gagging on a cock. It’s not the sort of sound you can mistake for something other than what it is and I thought I had a pretty good idea of what was about to go down so I was cool with him warming himself up for us. He wasn’t attractive, but I’ve never been all that shallow about looks, and when he shut his laptop to look up at us enter, I smiled at him and dropped my towel like Judith had instructed me to. He didn’t return the smile, but his expression wasn’t blank like it had been before. It definitely wasn’t the sort of look on a man’s face that I was used to seeing whenever I stood naked in front of them, but I thought I could see some spark of lust and that was enough for me. Then, I was hit in quick succession by a series of situational curve balls that would have sent sober-me running for the front door.

If it wasn’t for the rails Judith and I had just done before and after our shower, I probably would have been thinking more clearly and I probably would have listened to my instincts to get my stuff and leave as things got weirder. It would be an understatement to say that the way he stared at me was unsettling. The first majorly weird thing was that even though the laptop was off, the sounds were still playing. Judith left me to just stand there in the middle of the room kind of awkwardly and walked around to massage her man’s shoulders while she made the introductions,

“Henry, this is Haley. I think she’s exactly what we’re looking for.”

There was a moment of silence as the sounds of cock sucking suddenly stopped. Henry’s eyes left my body for a second to glance under the desk, and the sounds continued. That moment was when I realized that it wasn’t only the three of us in the room. My face was apparently easy to read as I looked at the huge desk and finally realized that what I was hearing wasn’t porn, but someone kneeling under his desk sucking him off while he sat there looking at me like a man looks at packages of meat at a supermarket. Judith laughed at my reaction and said,

“Sweetie, why don’t you come out and meet our new guest.”

Again the sounds halted and there was a muffled response before Henry moved his chair back. Out from under the desk stood a naked tan girl my age and I found out later that she was barely nineteen. She had what I can most aptly describe as strong latina genetics and even though she was shorter than me by nearly a foot, her tits and ass were certifiably huge. Voluptuously curvy would be the words I’d have to use to describe her. I was no longer sure what exactly was going on, but her words, spoken with no hint of an accent told me she was probably local and not some illegal immigrant sold to sex traffickers. Racist, I know, but hearing her speak was pretty reassuring, even if her first words ended up being pretty bitchy. She said to Judith,

“She isn’t as pretty as the last one.”

Now, to say that I felt vulnerable in that moment would have been an understatement, but this bitch, standing there just as naked as me, with spittle dripping down her chin onto her big stupid tits, made me want to smack her for backhandedly calling me ugly, which, I certainly was not even with my makeup washed off. The whole situation seemed ridiculous and weird, but with that trollop looking down on me and being so caught off guard, I was unable to think of any kind of comeback. Still, I managed to mutter out something along the lines of ‘it’s nice to meet you both’ and trying very hard not to appear ashamed.

Judith had purposefully kept me in the dark about some details that seemed to be pretty major, like there being a whole person more than I was expecting, and a bitchy one at that. I think it was due to the fact that telling me probably might have scared me off, but from the smile on her lips and the look in her eyes, I realized that Judith was the type of person who liked to make people squirm. She enjoyed seeing how I reacted to the situation. I immediately knew she was toying with me and despite the rest of the awkwardness I was feeling, I enjoyed her inquisitive gaze just as much if not more so than her caresses.

Eventually, Judith said,

“Sweetie, go start on dinner, I’ll be along to help soon.”

Sweetie, which was obviously just a nickname, crossed her arms under her ample chest in a clear effort to intimidate me, as if she was looking down on me. Her smug expression was like a challenge as if she was saying ‘good luck, you prissy white bitch.’ Her attitude towards me wasn’t something new to me, especially where her type were concerned, but whether she was just being territorial or whatever, it just added to the weirdness of the whole thing. Especially, when she smiled and winked at me on her way past. I heard the door shut and suddenly I was alone with Judith and Henry. They were whispering to each other, but from my brief and confusing interaction with Sweetie, I was a bit off balance to say the least so I didn’t catch most of what they said to one another. I just stood there while Judith occasionally looked up at me, but finally her and Henry seemed to come to a decision. From what little I could hear of their quite whispers as he continued appraising me with his dull stare that seemed so different in meaning to Judith’s own, but no less intense, I couldn’t be certain if they were actually discussing something or if they were just putting on a show. Eventually, Henry pulled three, one-hundred dollar bills from a drawer and handed it to Judith saying,

“This should be more than enough.”

Judith walked back over to me, smiling, and put the money into my hand. That was the moment that I realized I had just been sold. Now, this wasn’t the first time that I traded sex for cash, a girl’s gotta eat after all and I was pretty strapped for cash at the time, so three hundred bucks was a pretty big deal, but lets just say that I was a little afraid of what I might have to do. Obviously, these people were freaks, but if it weren’t for the fact that I had met Sweetie and she seemed pretty normal aside from her attitude even considering the odd situation, I might not have accepted because of the way Henry was looking at me. The coke probably factored into my decision making, but suffice it to say that Judith was an intelligent woman that had been planning this all along and though I definitely wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen from that point forward, the feel of the cash clenched in my hand as Judith’s fingers started rubbing me between my legs was enough to make me throw caution to the wind. Her towel slipped off and she pulled me over to the desk. Henry’s robe was open, and I was pretty sure that he had taken some viagra because even though he hadn’t touched himself at all, he was rock hard and still glistening with Sweetie’s spit. He wasn’t naked under his robe, instead wearing a blank dark gray tee-shirt with his cock and balls pulled out over the waistband of his boxers. He was sitting back looking relaxed in his chair and I think he liked the way I was looking at him with anticipation because he motioned at us to get to it.

Judith gently pushed me onto my knees in front of him and I took him in my mouth eagerly. Aside from the hints of sweat, I discovered that ‘Sweetie’ might just have other connotations. You see, his dick tasted like it was glazed with cherry flavored candy. The only possible explanation for it was that Sweetie apparently had eaten a bunch of jolly ranchers before blowing him. Yeah, I know, weird detail to remember so clearly but among the overall odd situation, it was just one of those things that stuck with me. Honestly, I didn’t mind the flavor or sticky texture. At that point however, even if Henry had just gotten done fucking Sweetie in the ass, I still would have sucked his cock just as eagerly. Judith had gotten to her knees beside me. She gave me some verbal encouragement and from time to time she would grab the back of my head and force her man’s cock down my throat, holding me there, breathless and gagging while she watched from less than a foot away. She made me keep my hands behind my back and used my throat like a fleshlight to please her man. I had let men facefuck me before, I had even previously been in three ways where I’d let another girl force me down onto a cock, but the way Judith did it was different. With her, I never needed to pull away to catch my breath. She was forceful, but never made me do more than I could handle. In fact, she guided me just as much with her words as with her hand, and with her guidance, when I made Henry pop, the force of his hot cum shooting into my mouth would’ve made me jump back in surprise if she hadn’t been holding me stationary, my lips wrapped around the base of the head while my tongue danced in circles around him like she told me to.

She told me not to swallow, and at this point in my haze of drugs and slight oxygen deprivation I was following her directions and commands with no hesitation whatsoever, so I held his bitter seed in my mouth while I sucked his dick dry. She told me to hold on, and grabbed his dick around the base, running her fingers upwards to empty his urethra of every last drop while Henry shuddered, clenching the arms of his chair hard enough to make his knuckles turn white. Judith instructed me not to spill a single drop as she pulled my mouth off of his dick. Then, she praised me, saying,

“Good girl, Haley. Now give it to me.”

She brought her face close to mine, opening her mouth and tilting her head back. Her meaning was pretty clear then and I rose up to position my mouth over her before letting it spill slowly past her waiting lips. She swallowed every last drop then stood up and gave Henry a deep kiss before telling him dinner would be ready in a half hour. She looked to me then, still on my knees with my hands behind my back, like I was waiting for my next instruction, which I was. I realized that she was handing me off to her man now to use as he saw fit, and by that point, I wanted nothing more than to stick his cock on my wet pussy. I was literally dripping with anticipation and Judith knew it, her smile said it all. She picked up her towel and walked to the door, calling over her shoulder,

“Have fun, you two.”

So, there I was, silent and waiting. Kneeling on the rug in front of a man who had paid for me, the money still clenched in my left hand, and my body aching to be touched. He wasted little time after Judith had shut the door, standing up, he grabbed me by the hair, not hard, but enough to show me in no uncertain terms that he wanted me on my feet for what came next. As he pulled, I stood up on shaky legs, placing a hand on the desk for balance. Henry was just as tall as I was, but he pulled me onto my tiptoes without a word. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he spit in my face. Now, being spit on, especially when you’re not expecting it, can be a rather surprising experience. I would have jumped back instinctively if he hadn’t been holding my hair so tightly. He did it three more times until I no longer flinched, then he told me to open my eyes. I did so, and found that he was smiling. Between Judith and him, Henry was definitely the more forceful of the two. Where Judith got what she wanted using words, suggestions, and caresses, Henry was the sort that got a kick out of abusing women, humiliating and hurting them.

Now, I’m not saying that he was the sort of guy who beat women in anger or something like that, but he definitely enjoyed doing things that dehumanized me. To him, there was no such thing as love-making, only fucking, and as it turned out, both of them were sexually dominating. Which is was apparently the reason why their relationship included young submissive women like Sweetie and me. He didn’t really talk much during sex aside from occasionally reminding me what a dirty whore I was or telling me to position myself a certain way. He didn’t really need to talk much since he basically used me like a fuck doll.

The smile on his face wasn’t a friendly one. It was the kind of smile that you’d see on the face of someone who knew you were at their mercy and enjoyed reminding you of that fact. Honestly, he scared me. Not really in a ‘fear for my life’ sort of scared, but more of an ‘I have no idea what he might do next’ sort of way. Thankfully, it turned out that he was just testing my boundaries. Though, where Judith had probed me with words and a little skin contact at the start, Henry took a far more blunt approach. Spitting in my face was apparently his way of testing how quickly I could adapt to his other abuses. He started off by telling me that I was free to end it whenever I wanted. All I had to do was tell him to stop. I still wanted him to fuck me, and I didn’t think he’d do anything that I hadn’t already done for free, so I bravely told him that I wasn’t going to be walking out that door until he made me cum.

It definitely wasn’t the wrong answer because he grabbed me forcefully and bent me over his desk. I heard him spit in his hand and I looked back in time to see him using it to lube up his hard cock. I was apparently right about the boner pills because he was still ready to go despite the fact that he hadn’t touched it. Or, maybe he was simply as aroused by the circumstances as I was. Honestly, I was so wet by that point that he wouldn’t even have needed the lube. His raw cock slid in all the way to the base with one hard thrust, the feeling of his balls slapping against my clit was enough to make start to cum after only a few thrusts. He pinned one of my wrists to the small of my back and pressed down on my upper back with his other hand so that even as even as I weakly struggled against him while he pounded away, he ignored my protests when I told him to stop and give me a minute after I came. He only continued, forcing me to take it, to ride through the sensations. And eventually I realized that my protests were worthless and maybe me telling him that I wasn’t going to leave until after he made me cum had been a mistake because it was clear that he wasn’t going to let me go until I made him cum.

He only paused fucking me long enough to spin me around to face him before he forced me to lay back on his desk. I didn’t tell him to stop after that, knowing it would be useless. Soon after slipping back inside, he took the money out of my hand by force, folded the crumpled bills in half, and made me hold them between my clenched teeth while I held my legs spread in the air. His eyes roamed by body as he fucked me, his hands always grabbing, pinching, slapping, or pulling hair. At one point he slapped me across the face so hard that I lost the money, but he wasted no time in sticking his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to suck on them. As he got close to cumming, he made me beg for it, and after he shot his load into me, he made me thank him and call him Sir. From that point on, it was all ‘Yes, Sir,’ ‘Thank you, Sir,’ and the most frequent of all was ‘Please, Sir,’ and that was the extent of my vocabulary while I was with him, the times that I actually could speak anyways. I could have done without the face slaps, and sometimes he’d pinch one of my nipples so hard I thought he might tear it off, but for the most part, it was great sex. Far better than what I had been expecting. Honestly, if you saw the guy, you’d think that he’d be a pretty boring lay. However, by the time Judith came back in the room to find me sprawled out on the floor, I was exhausted even though he had been the one doing the vast majority of the work. I was probably a pretty pathetic sight at that moment, leaking semen on their fancy rug, having not moved from the spot where he had finally left me. He had used every hole, toward the end he had made me lay on the floor and hold my ass cheeks spread for him while he fucked me in the ass. I was covered in sweat, both mine and his that he had basically been raining on me towards the end. As sexually satisfied as I was, the abuses I had willingly suffered taken it’s toll on my mental state and body. He had finished and just left me alone on the floor for about five minutes, but it felt a lot longer than that as I looked at the crumpled, soggy, and torn bills laying on the carpet just beyond my reach. Let’s just say, it was a pretty sobering scene from my low vantage point.

Still, when Judith came into check on me, no doubt ready to hold me if I turned out to be the sort of girl who cried after something like that, I told her that I was alright. Not strictly the truth, but as she helped me up to a sitting position, she wiped my face with a cloth and helped me into a bathroom where she already had a bath waiting for me. There were apparently three other bathrooms in the house and Henry had gone to use one of the others so it was just me and Judith. She helped me settle into the warm bath and told me to come to the kitchen whenever I was finished and her and I could have dinner together, just the two of us.

The nightgown she left for me to wear was white and completely sheer, so much so that it was hardly different than wearing nothing at all. My clothes were still there from earlier, but I decided to wear what Judith had given me, and only that. She loved to look at me and while I was more than satisfied with my several orgasms that night, the thought of more sex didn’t really appeal to me at that point, but I she liked to look at me. Still, after getting out and going to join her I passed Sweetie in the hall. She was wearing a sheer nightgown too, but her’s was red and whereas I was naked, she was wearing a red bra, but that was all she was wearing. This time, she wasn’t looking smug, but neither was she hostile, instead she just gave me just a knowing smile and a wink that could have meant a variety of things. I could really only give her a weak smile in response. Judith was in a nightgown too, but it wasn’t nearly so sheer, and the bra she wore underneath had gaps around the nipples so that even hers left little to the imagination where it counted while still providing support. I wasn’t sure if the dress code was for her sake or Henry, but I discovered that clothing inside the house was optional and I guess everyone just kind of opted out of wearing things that weren’t obscenely revealing. It was actually pretty liberating.

I sat across from her and after we got to talking she told me that they all liked me and wanted to know if I might want to do this sort of thing again. Seeing that I was a bit hesitant, she called Sweetie over from where she had sat in the living room to watch tv and pretend not to be listening to our conversation. Sweetie came over to stand in front of Judith. Judith gently turned Sweetie to face me, and told her to tell me why she was living there. Sweetie’s first answer was filled with sarcastic submissiveness that basically was along the lines of ‘To please you, Mistress.’ Judith made a show of rolling her eyes and told her to tell me the truth. That was when I found out just what was in store for me, if I wanted it. Sweetie explained that she was essentially their consenting sex slave. In exchange for a place to live, a wage, and some days off here and there, she was at their beck and call whenever they wanted her. She said it like someone who’s passionate about their job, so seemed pretty believable. She also did most of the cooking and housework. She had only been with them for a few months but when I asked her what she thought of sex with Henry she laughed and claimed that was her favorite part. She added that with him it wasn’t always quite so rough, half the time he just wanted a blowjob anyways. She joked that as far as jobs went, it was the best she had ever had. Sweetie was pretty open about the whole thing, and the hostility she had shown me in the beginning had vanished. She was actually pretty friendly once we got to talking. As she filled me in on all the details about things, I realized that her first sarcastic answer had actually been the truth. Her purpose was pretty much to please them in one way or another.

Turned out that they were all pretty honest about the whole thing. I stayed there for that night, sleeping in a bed in a room to myself. And ended up staying with them for that whole first week. At first I was expecting the other shoe to drop and discover that they were actually trying to recruit me for some cult or something, but nope, they were just a bunch of people who had built a little paradise for themselves. Sweetie and I actually became really good friends. It turned out that she came from a pretty shitty childhood that made mine seem like all cupcakes and rainbows, but Judith and Henry had given us both a home, and in a really weird way, a sort of family. Yeah, we were just really well paid personal prostitutes/housekeepers, and I had no illusions that Judith targeted lost girls like us, but aside from Henry getting a little too into it sometimes, it was never anything that couldn’t be alleviated with an ice pack or an ibuprofen. And they never struck any of us outside of sex. Oddly though, Henry never treated Judith the way he treated us, whether they were one on one with each other or with us, he always treated Judith with a level of dignity that he reserved for her alone. I never could quite figure out the two of them, whether it was some kind of strange love or their shared interests in young vulnerable women. Either way, it didn’t really matter, Judith and Henry gave me the same deal they had given Sweetie and I ended up living with them for close to a year.

The time I spent in their home was like a whole new sexual awakening, and honestly, I stayed more for the companionship than the money. They ended up paying me so well that I held onto one of those ruined hundred dollar bills from that first night as a keepsake. I would have stayed longer, but after Sweetie left and was replaced by a girl with a strikingly similar body type and personality it was pretty clear that we were pretty interchangeable to the both of them. Kinda put a damper on my feelings towards them and I felt they could sense it. I’ve little doubt that after I left they replaced me with a girl who looked like me too. However, regardless of the creepiness factor of that whole thing, I’ll always remember those months fondly.

TL;DR: One night I met a mature woman at a bar. She brought me back home and dominated me right there in the living room before she paid me a few hundred bucks to get fucked by her husband, who as it turned out, liked to get really rough with younger girls like me. One thing led to another, and I was offered a job to be one of their live-in housekeepers/fucktoys. This whole story is just the first night, however.

[Maybe I’ll share more about some of the more stand-out sex stories about this in the future. I think I might have focused a bit too much on the ambiance and what was apparently going on in my own head space at the time rather than the sex itself. I had to cut out a big chunk about that first time with Henry and trim down on the part of just me and Judith, but I think I’m content with how I portrayed it all, especially if I decide on sharing more. Thanks for reading.]

[Obviously, names are changed and this is a throwaway account because reasons. Sweetie actually was her nickname though and I didn’t really feel a need to change that since it isn’t her real name.]

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