Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

... I stayed at his place more than Ronnie’s. After a three-way one evening with Rodney and Ronnie, Crystal entered the bedroom, sifting through mail. “You have a letter, Alyssa.” I jumped off their cocks as fast as I could. ”Hey!” Rodney said, annoyed. Crystal stripped and took my place, a cock in each hole. The letter was from Joshua. I sat in the living room, reading it, crying tears of joy and sadness. How I missed him so. He told me he was fine, his father was fine and rarely spoke of me. Joshua would say how Owen would tell him to work hard and never let a woman bring him down. I was relieved to read Joshua didn’t pay much attention to him. I immediately wrote him back. Sitting naked at the dinner table, I told him I was fine. I told him I got a job as a bartender, how much I missed him, loved him, and was happy that he was safe in Houston. I reminded him to keep writing and that we’d see each other again one day. I sealed the letter, stamped it, and set it on the table to mail the next morning. Back in the bedroom, I tugged at Rodney’s arm, his cock slid out of Crystal’s pussy. I jumped in his arms, impaling myself on him, he grabbed a tit, slammed me against the wall and fucked me oh so good. September arrived. Crystal, having stayed way longer in Miami than she planned, was leaving to go home to her son. She asked me to come with her. “How old is he?” I asked. “Would you believe my baby boy is 17?” the late 30’s stripper replied. “Wow! Really?” I couldn’t believe it. ...

... She looked much younger than someone around my age. “It’s true!” “Your son is a couple years older than mine. Joshua is 15 now.” “I know you miss him so much. I miss mine too. Please, please come with me. I know it’s a trailer park, but believe me, it’s one very, very special place,” Crystal winked at me. I couldn’t say no to the woman, who over the last nine months, had become my best friend. Rodney wasn’t happy about it at all. Hours later a combination of my and his sweat pooled in the crevasse of my back. He introduced me to anal sex months earlier, and I’d come to love it, but this was an angry, brutal sodomization, in which Rodney was telling me he didn’t want me to leave. I could see the anger in his eyes, but I knew he would never hurt me like Owen. He and his brother loved white women, they loved the way we eagerly and easily serviced their cocks. I get it. With Rodney, maybe he felt something more for me. Maybe he was in love with me and didn’t know how to communicate that. I have no idea. After a final night of exhausting, continuous sex with Rodney, we showered that morning. The way he kissed me told me the brute of a man did care about me and would miss me. I gathered my precious letters from Joshua I had been receiving weekly, packed my bag, now with slightly more clothes than I had before I arrived in Miami. I gave Ronnie a hug goodbye. “Can I just grab these real quick one last time?” He asked. I laughed and pulled up my shirt for him. He did more than grab my ...