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

Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey

... Owen, zero chance of running into him, I felt safe in Florida for Thanksgiving. I enjoyed being around them for the holidays. It had been many years since I’ve seen some of them. They all congratulated me for having the courage to leave Owen. Some offered me a guest room. I knew they were just being polite, but it meant a lot. The sadness in my heart from the uncertainty of not knowing when I’d hear from Joshua weighed heavily on me. I wished I had a cell phone back then; Owen wouldn’t let me have one. What little money Owen allowed me to have I took, along with some in my own savings account. As a result, I needed to save as much money as possible. It turned out to be cheaper to write letters instead of buying a phone and paying monthly rates for it. After Thanksgiving, Sandee was heading to Miami to visit a few stripper friends. She asked me to accompany her; I figured why not. I hoped this trip would take my mind off of things. I kept telling myself it would work out; I’d be communicating with my son again. The night before we left for Miami, Sandee woke me up. The house was full of family; I slept on a small bed in one of the guest rooms, Sandee on the floor. I figured she was cold and wanted to snuggle, but there was hardly room for two on the bed. She wanted something else though. “Do you trust me?” Sandee asked. “Yes, of course, what’s wrong? Is Owen – ” “No, silly. He’s nowhere near. I have a present for you. It’s something that will take your mind off of things,” ...

... Sandee said. I gave her a suspicious look. “Not all strippers are drug addicts, don’t give me that look. It’s something far, far better than any drug. It’s addictive, but not illegal, and given your situation, won’t ruin certain things,” She explained. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Come with me,” Sandee led me out of the guest room, quietly sneaking down the dark hallway. When we got to the back door of the kitchen, she stopped me and held up a cloth of some sort. “Relax for me please?” She asked. I shrugged and she put a blindfold on me. “Sandee?” “Trust me, it’s fine. It’s perfect actually. I want to help you relax, you’ve been through a horrible few years,” Sandee said, taking my hand, leading me out into the cool night air. I heard crickets chirping. I enjoyed a nice breeze against my face. The grass was damp with dew. I trusted Sandee, although I didn’t realize what she meant about whatever she was going to give me not ruining certain things, given my situation. I went with it, sighing heavily when she sat me down, on what I guessed, to be a lawn chair. Sandee tipped my chin, making me look straight forward. Then I felt it. Something caressed my lips. It was soft. I thought someone was kissing me perhaps. Maybe it was a finger. But then it caressed my lips again, harder this time, my heart was racing. I felt the large tip of a penis slide across my closed mouth. It had been years since I had performed oral sex on Owen, but a woman never forgets the feeling of a ...