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

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

... whereabouts every time I changed locations. I never missed a letter from him. They brought me so much joy these past three years.” “That’s a long time,” Ulysses said, rubbing lotion onto her belly. “Yes. Owen was good to Joshua. I was the only one he mistreated. He never raised his voice at Joshua, hit him, or anything like that. He was a perfect father. Unfortunately, he turned into a horrible, abusive husband.” Alyssa sat up, turned around, holding Ulysses’ face, kissing him again, her lotion-covered stomach pressing into his cock. She began sliding it up and down, slowly, over his erection. “Mmm, baby, I love that,” Ulysses moaned, closing his eyes. “I know you do. I love feeling you cum all over my tummy,” Alyssa said. “You really know how to work a cock,” Ulysses said. “I’m guessing you didn’t learn from Owen.” “I didn’t. It was after I left him.” “Sandee’s friends?” “Sorta, but not in Los Angeles. It was after I left there. My first new location,” Alyssa said, picking up the pace, using her beautiful pregnant belly to service Ulysses’ dick. Chapter 3 After Ulysses ejaculated all over Alyssa’s belly, they showered together, cleaning each other thoroughly, making out in the hot steam. Their kisses intensified, leading them back to Alyssa’s bed, Ulysses’ cock hard and strong once more. Alyssa took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of his long rod embedded in her. “When did you leave LA?” he asked. ******* Thanksgiving of that year. Sandee had saved enough money in the ...

... two months I stayed with her to fly us both to Tampa, Florida. Joshua came by her house the day before our flight. He would sneak over as often as he could. He’d ride his bike. I pretended to scold him, because it took him a long time to get there, I’d hate it if he got caught, but didn’t care deep down, I was too happy to see him. That night he delivered sad news. He told me he and his father were moving to Houston the first week of December. I was floored. Owen stopped looking for me. I wondered if he found my letters and this was an attempt to distance me. Joshua assured me he had them hidden. We both cried, holding each other, for what seemed like hours. I had no idea when I would see or hear from him again. I couldn’t confront Owen; I had to stay away from him, for fear of what he might do to me. I let him take my son and move away. Tears streaming down my face, I told him he could get a new PO Box and write a letter to Sandee’s address when he could and include his new address. It shouldn’t be a problem for minors. I gave him some cash from my dwindling supply, telling him to use it for fees. I told him I’d find a way to write him. I had no idea when I’d hear from him again. It turned out to be a few, long agonizing months. Anyway, Sandee was the only one of my family I was really close to. My four other sisters were all half-sisters, our father remarrying shortly after their mother passed away. We got along ok, but were never that close. That year, far, far away from ...