1. Would They Call it Daddy Issues?


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Prostitution, Teen, Virginity, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    But she had come hard, even though she was crying. She hadn’t cried from pain or fear, it had been such an incredible release, and the passion. . . . god, he was the only one where it felt like passion instead of lust. That is what had really gotten her off she surmised later. She just hadn’t realized it at the time. She had been at Christina’s house, they had gone there after the JV basketball game. Natasha had always been a good girl, good grades, never got in trouble, never thought about bad things. But like any budding woman she had started to notice guys looking at her different. She really noticed it at an awards show for her dad about two years ago. She worked for some reporting agency and it was some kind of prestigious award, I never cared to learn what one. Mom was alive then, and she had told me I deserved to wear a woman’s dress for the first time. She was so excited for me. It wasn’t trashy, just form fitting, something I hadn’t worn before. I wasn’t much different then as I am now, just about 15% breast size, give or take. Her face is a tad longer now, more mature, but still pretty close. She had been a little shorter though, just under 5 foot, and she was 5 foot 2 now. She had been blessed with nice skin and she tanned well. With her ice blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and tan athletic frame, she was on the road to sexpot status already. Her mom got her a white number, it was in the little black dress still, cocktail wear. She felt so adult when she had put it ...
    on, with its tight form, and those creases that were created every where because of any body movement. It displayed how flat her tummy was, and it raised up high, to just above mid thigh. Her mom had gotten her leopard heels to go with it and a padded bra to add just a bit of heft to her chest. She loved the view of herself in the mirror. She was a good girl, but even a good girl likes to know she is pretty. It was the first time she had ever felt . . . sexy. She had a white jacket to wear over it, kind of like a sports coat but feminine. She had noticed a few of the older men there looking at her. It was the first time she could remember that men did that. There was this one guy, kind of heavy, thick mustache, not attractive. Natasha had caught him looking at her a few times. The last two times he didn’t even hide he was staring. She just ignored him. But when she took off her jacket, and her chest was viewable, it seemed like every guy was watching her. When she walked to the buffet table and back, she felt really odd. She liked the attention but was a little put off by the way the men looked at her. Not like she was a pretty lady, but more like she was a treat to be devoured. Later she found she was pretty accurate in her assessment. So now that Natasha understood the power attractiveness seemed to hold over men, she enjoyed trying to get the good looking older guys to look at her. She would smile and blink over her shoulder. Flip her hair, stretch to press her breasts ...
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