The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two

He asked, “Connie, tell me about your previous lovers. How did you lose your virginity?”

I told him, "I lost it when I was sixteen. I matured early, developing breasts before many of the other girls in my grade at school. A boy two grades ahead of me asked me if I would go out with him, and I agreed. He took me to a movie. During the movie, he kept trying to touch my tits, groping at them like he was trying to pick out a ripe melon. I stopped him several times, but he kept up. Finally, he told me that if I wanted to date guys older, I'd have to put out a little.

I suppose peer pressure and the fact that I wanted so much to be popular at school led me to allow him to feel my tits. He handled me so roughly, Philly. After the movie, he took me to a place where the older kids went parking. I was very nervous as he manhandled my tits. He warned me that if I didn't put out, he'd spread the word around school that I was a prude, and I'd never be asked for another date. The thought of being labeled as a prude scared me so much that I let him fuck me.

He fucked me like a bull in a china shop. It was over in less than five minutes, and thirty minutes later, he was dropping me off at home. I felt so used, so cheap, Philly!"

"My God, that's so sad, Connie. To be used like that the first time you had sex." Philly said.

"The worst part about it," I replied, "Was that the guy spread the rumor around school that I was an easy target. I got a reputation for being an easy ...

... lay."

"Boys would ask me for a date, and when we'd go out, I'd find out all they wanted was to fuck me," I said. "By the time I got to be a senior in school, I probably had fucked most of the boys in my class. I couldn't wait to graduate and get out of there. I still don't know how I made it through high school without getting pregnant."

Philly shook his head and said, “Did you go to college?”

"Yes." I replied, "But after two years, I dropped out and started working at a local mall."

"How long…" Philly began to ask. But I cut him off, saying, "I've been working at malls for 12 years now."

"When I was twenty-two, I married a guy I thought I was in love with." "He turned out to be an abusive bastard." I continued. "He liked to slap me around; at first, I thought a husband could do whatever he wanted with his wife, but when some of my friends started asking me about the bruises, I found out that he wasn't normal. I have to admit, though, sometimes I did enjoy his rough sex. I left him eighteen months after our weeding.”

"So, you've been divorced for nine years now?" He asked.

“Nine and a half, to be exact," I answered. "I've had flings with a few men since then, but they all wanted the same thing and treated me like their personal sex toy.”

“One guy I went out with taught me how to deep-throat a cock. He was the guy who had me practice with a banana. He had a huge cock and wanted me to be able to swallow all of it. He was so rough with me. I remember he once ...