My first non-martial contact - Sex Stories

My first non-martial contact

My next job was at the psychiatric hospital in Nov. before I turned 19. The area I worked in was comprised of all women. We took the doctor’s notes or recordings and transcribed them into formal documents for the patient files. After about three months of working there I met the man that was in charge of the hospital facilities. He in his late 20s, 28 at the time, I think. His name was Roger. When I first saw him, I took an instant liking to him. He was very handsome and had a great body. He was the one referred to as the lunch partner in my log. Lance didn’t have much to say about him because he doesn’t know much of what actually happened. Roger asked me out to lunch the very same day we met. I was thrilled he showed an interest in me. We went to lunch together and I flirted with him as hard as I dared. The next day he came down and asked me to go to lunch with him again. Based on my past history and my willingness I knew it wouldn’t be too long before he’d want more from me than just letting him buy lunch. He had pulled my personnel file so he knew exactly how old I was and that I was married.

A couple of days later he told me he lived within walking distance of the hospital and would I like to have lunch at his apartment. I said sure. I knew what was going to happen next. I just didn’t know when. It took exactly 5 minutes after we got to his place. We walked in the door and he said let me show you around. When we got to the bedroom, he pulled me close to him and ...

... kissed me as hard as I’d ever been kissed. He had a very long tongue and he almost choked me with it. We kissed for a couple of minutes and then we found ourselves undressing each other in great haste. So about 10 minutes after entering his apartment I was naked on my back with my legs thrown up over his shoulders and he was fucking the daylights out of me. He had a long skinny cock. When he put my legs over his shoulders, he penetrated all the way back. I would hit my G-spot which was the thing that always kept me coming back. If a guy could hit my g-spot with his cock I'd never say no to him. When Roger got undressed and I saw that long his dick was I knew we was going to own me. I was naked in record time and I spent 10 minutes sucking on his cock to get it lubed. And then he took control of me and I was right as soon as he put it in, he owned me. I was his work slut. He had me five days a week I was screaming and moaning and wanting every inch of his cock. I told my husband about going to Roger’s apartment to have lunch occasionally but in reality, it was almost every day for over almost 5 months and a lot more than glasses of wine. I never told him about us having sex almost every day. Even having my period didn’t stop us. I would just give him a blowjob instead of him fucking me. The routine was pretty much the same. We’d have sex and then I’d fix us a sandwich and he’d pour us a glass of wine. The only exception to this was when my husband was home for spring break. It’s ...