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

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

... and I was leaving again. I felt bad for the big guy. I found a job in Atlanta. It wasn’t anything impressive - an assistant manager at Goodwill. Using Rodney’s internet, I applied for it, did interviews using his cell phone, and somehow charmed them into hiring me. The pay is horrible, but I don’t care. I’m here, taking a chance that Joshua will join me. As I mentioned, Rodney had an event to attend in Atlanta in March anyway. So I rode up with him. We stopped at Crystal’s to say hello, pick up a few belongings and continue on. I found this apartment within walking distance of the Goodwill. I can afford the rent, barely, but I’m able to get by. Rodney dropped me off and ravaged me again. This time he was angry. Maybe he only communicates with sex. When he took me once more, the look in his eyes said, he didn’t want me to leave, he wanted me for himself. He fucked me so hard, I was far more sore than usual after sex. He’d pull my arms behind me and slam his cock into me as hard as he could. My new neighbors must’ve been annoyed beyond belief to hear me scream and cry out over the pummeling I was receiving. “I’ll be back. You understand? I’ll come back and take this pussy again,” Rodney angrily said, pinning me against the wall, fucking me one last time before he left. At the time it sounded so hot to be talked to like that. But Rodney was disturbed, unable to properly communicate how he feels, holding his emotions inside. He could’ve told me he had feelings for me or asked ...

... me to stay with him, but we never talked, we had sex instead. I recovered, started work, and started this new chapter. I wrote Joshua again letting him know where I was. Chapter 9 It was October 1st, Alyssa was 42 weeks pregnant – she was more than ready to give birth, wanting this child to get out of its temporary home and into the arms of the loving family she was giving it to. The baby wasn’t showing any signs of wanting to leave. Ulysses was back for another visit. They two of them were lying in bed, chatting, kissing, cuddling; Alyssa was finding sex more uncomfortable than ever. “So first Tony, then Rodney, then that Hoover guy,” Ulysses said. “Hmm?” “Your favorite cocks. Currently old man Hoover is the title holder.” Alyssa laughed, “Absolutely not!” “He’s not your favorite?” “No.” “Who is then?” ******* I volunteered to work July 4th. I’ll take extra hours when I can get them. I hadn’t had sex since March when Rodney took me one last time. To be honest, I didn’t care about it as much anymore. Deep down, I knew why. Anyway, I saw a man drop off some stuff at work. I checked it all out, labeled it, and smiled at him. He was gorgeous. He returned a few hours later, donating even more items. I asked him about it, he told me he was cleaning his stepmother’s house and making several trips to this particular Goodwill – apparently the closest one to her home. He came back three more times that day. On the final time, we chatted for maybe 45 minutes. I learned his named, his ...