1. The Plumber's Daughter


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 88.6, Source: sexstories.com

    cost him plenty. Admittedly, I was bitter. My opinion of men afterward was they were scum. They were all users and it was my turn to use them. If they couldn’t do anything for me, I had no use for them with my Dad being the exception. I always had a bit of a temper, I admit that, but that was the only time I hit my ex husband. I hate a liar. I do admit that I have a blistering tongue if no one stops me. Growing up Mom took just so much and then turned me over to Dad. He calmly told me stop and go to my room. That was followed by “the look”. If I didn’t obey after the look, well to bad for me. Dad spanked my bottom with his hand. I then had my mouth washed out with soap by my mother and was made to apologize. Dad never spanked me in anger and spankings were a last result. After the age 8 the spanking stopped entirely and “the look” was all it took. The Jerk kept the Penthouse in Manhattan and I kept house on Long Island, taking back my maiden name. I enrolled at Columbia University to pick up where I left off. I bought myself a new wardrobe. Goodbye nice conservative doctor’s wife. Hello hot sultry bitch goddess. If he can have a twenty something then so can I. That will show him. What a fool I was then. The first thing that I did the week before my first semester began was to get a haircut; a sassy, blunt bob with long eyes framing bangs. It was a short bob with the tips of my ear lobes just peeking out. I parted it different ways or wore it smooth and sleek hugging my ...
    head, or style it curly and soft. On occasion I used styling gel to comb it straight back behind my ears. I loved that bob haircut. I also went back to my natural hair color, a rich chocolate brown. I was ready to party and party I did. I hooked up with Mary and Dusty, both twenty year old college students and we did the nightclub scene with a chauffeured stretch limo almost every other night. I had the money and they knew where to go. Soon I was cutting classes, sleeping in late, exercising every day in the college gym for an hour, and then spending my afternoons getting ready for the wild nightlife in the Big Apple. I drank sparingly and danced with many young hot male bodies, teasing and charming them, able to stay aloof. I held them at arm’s length, a touch here, a kiss there, making promises I never intended to keep. I was such a bitch. I seldom went to bed with any of them and if I did, never returned their phone calls. Mary and Dusty were getting into the soft drugs, which I refused to use or pay for. They graduated to more kinky sex, doing it with women as well as men; often threesomes or more and some nights going without me to the private clubs by invitation only. They teased me, telling me that I was so Vanilla, and they were right on the money; I liked men only. During our third semester their looks changed from wholesome small town to bordering on punk, with more and more piercings plus tattoos. They were growing to resent me. I kept my sassy bob, but continued to ...
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