my life so far diary of a sex addict
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My Female Boss Was A Sex Addict free porn video
Because I was a sexual girl with a history spanning my early teens, I had both the experience and confidence to control a woman more then twice my age
She was my boss, and her addiction to sex, was the tool I used, feeding my voyeuristic and sometimes sadistic needs, whilst abusing my position to gain control over my destiny.
My name is Mariel and I have been trained in the arts of pleasuring men since I first watched my first porn movie, long before entering those double digits that see those changes to my body that thrill men.
Daddy loved his porn and would casually leave one in the video player, then leave me to my own devices when he went out to the pub, somehow I think he did it on purpose, knowing I would watch, but back then there was just him and I, and we were developing a very strange father daughter relationship.
These were my formative years and my sex education was based on these porn flicks I watched, and at night I would lie and listen to my father jack off, and end up doing it also, in fact sometimes when I did it when alone, I would think of daddy watching me, somehow that appealed to me, and I always had no problem getting off every time I did.
Daddy worked in the local paper mill and saw an internal request for extra summer workers, and he naturally put me forward as I was doing well in my education, a position in the office, would suit my intellectual skills, instead of the factory floor, so I had an interview with a Miss Swensson, and she took an instant attraction to me and gave me the job, as her personal assistant.
Miss Swensson was a statuesque woman of womanly curves that stirred the loins of the men who worked on the factory floor beneath her office, full breasted and pout- lipped signifying a strong sexual woman, that most of the workforce desired, including daddy, as he admitted, one night in a drunken slur, 'He would love to stick- her'.
Because of the confession I took an interest in her, not as a mothering figure, but as a sex object for men to enjoy, and I wondered what her sex life was all about.
She never seemed to show outward interest in men, and I began to wonder if it was girls like myself she was interested in, she certainly took a shine to me and touched whenever we were close.
I was attracted to her because of the feminine confidence she exuded, 'You don't have a mother at home Mariel'?
I nodded in acquiescence to her query, 'Which one is your father'? I got up and went to the large window overlooking the floor below, and on spotting daddy working, pointed him out.
She looked him over for a few moments, and I marveled at her beauty, she was like a plantation mistress surveying the male flesh below, for her sexual amusement, and I liked that idea, as her sexuality immersed and bathed me in her exuberance in studying male flesh.
She turned and walked back to her desk, her long shapely legs encased in a tight skirt, she certainly knew how to project herself, no wonder she was on every mans hit list.
'You appear to be causing quite a stir on the floor Mariel'.
I swallowed hard, disbelieving what I heard at first, then feeling warm and flattered at what she said, which must have showed, as she laughed at me confusion.
'How do you know that', I queried, and she looked at me and suggested after the men had gone, to go visit the men's toilet cubicals.
I looked all the more confused, and she laughed, 'My dear girl, you really are a naive girl', I had to laugh at that comment, she really did no nothing about me, but I know did know something about her, she like to visit the men's toilets, once they had left, not really something women did, unless they had kinky reason.
She saw me studying her and possibly knew I was dwelling on her last comment. 'Men Mariel, reveal their secrets in bed and in toilets', then she made a wanking motion and a broad smile, like a girls thing, not meant for male eyes to see, so I had to smile and acknowledgement that I got the point.
'The more you know about your underlings, the easier they are to control'.
I was beginning to see a different side of her, and the more I studied her the more interested I became.
When lunch came she left for a dinner appointment, and as her car sped out of sight towards town, I started my voyage of discovery, firstly through her desk, finding a small clitoris vibrator, neatly tucked away in her accessory tray, second drawer down, a powerful little lipstick vibrator with USB charging capability.
I just had to try it, as I had never owned one before, and yes it felt nice, I returned it to its place, still wet from my own endeavors, the idea exciting me that my wetness would mix with hers, I promised myself to watch her every movements, and try to see when she reached in for it, I just had to know when she was doing it.
Armed with this new knowledge I logged into her computer, having seen her type in her password many times, and once there, because it was Windows 7 operating system, I browsed through the history, it was there the true personality of her sexuality came through, chat rooms, BDSM, Omegle, sex toys and underwear, and schoolboys, boys younger than me, still bald on their pubis, this bitch was the real perv, and I took note by backing up onto a memory stick.
Probing deeper I found her photo stash, and OMG there she was in all her nude glory, surrounded by boys of questionable age, penetrating her, and painting her like the men do here on xHamster, I copied everything, thank god she never took the time to blur her face, I could only excitedly think of the men on the shop floor, taking turns, a surge of power flowed through my veins, and I reached back into the second drawer and used her lipstick again, only this time it was explosive.
'Can I ask you a question Amber'?
She was sitting looking down onto the shop floor, as if choosing her next partner. She turned and faced me, when she had settled I hit her between the eyes with it, 'Do you prefer boys or men'?
I watched as the question hit home and the blood slowly drained from her beautifully sculptured face. It was direct and unsuspected, the naive little girl was showing her true self and Miss Swensson was about to get both a grilling and a change of power flow.
'Why do you want to know that Mariel', she retorted once she regained her composure, her weak smile belying her ashen features, 'You do realize it's against the law to have sex with boys', I halted as her mouth dropped open, before adding, 'especially younger than me'.
The silence was deafening, as her eyes immediately fell on her open laptop, 'You', she blurted out, but I was quicker, 'I have copied everything, and dad has the drive'.
I lied of course, but she swung around and tried to locate him, but he was away for his lunch.
I had such a strong sexual urge between my legs, I could feel her weaken as my being soaked-up her dwindling resources.
I walked across to her desk and sat on its edge, then not really knowing why, I kicked off my shoes and put my feet in her lap, pushing my toes into her crotch.
She sat with her arms on the armrest of her seat, not stopping my assault into her crotch. 'Why Mariel', she spoke silently, as if realizing I controlled her fate, if this got out she was done, and we both knew it.
'I need you to fuck my dad'.
She stared at me with a blank expression. 'Why', she whispered, to which I replied, 'Because he wants you, and I order you, as his daughter you will do as I say, simples'.
'But why your dad'? I laughed as a wave of evil crept into my being, 'I want a sibling', I added cruelly, 'you need a baby', I continued, and this request would emphasize the sense of control I exerted over this woman, her sexuality and the need of the men, whom I could satisfy with a snap of my fingers.
The more I dwelt on it the more excited I felt between my legs.
'I really like you', I told her, 'but now I have control on you, I want to have fun with you'.
She looked forlorn, 'I never expected you to be like this', she said meekly, 'Well', I replied, 'get used to it, because I am just starting'.
I walked back across to the large window and peered down at all the men working, 'This morning you made a remark as to the writings on the men's toilet, about men, explain'.
She had been in there last night and had read the comments referring to me, 'Did they write about fucking me', to which she nodded they had, I then asked who it was, as I wanted to see him.
She did not know who had, but confessed to going in there and undressing and masturbating to the writings.
We sat and eventually she became more like her old self, 'You know I am scared shitless Mariel, if this gets out', I nodded in acquiescence, 'You secret is safe with me for the duration of the Summer', I told her, 'I am a high maintenance girl and expected to be rewarded for my silence', to which she acknowledged, and was willing to pay, and of course there was daddy, he needed his plaything, and she agreed to submit.
That summer was one to remember, as we played happy families, my wardrobe and sex toys bulged with new additions, and sex on show was a specialty, as I watched them both perform, a little kink my daddy could not understand, but which became something very special once she moved away after the summer, thankfully unfertilized, daddy and I took it to the next level, that little something bizarre and i*****l, giving me the edge I needed in sex, think about that as you put your cock into my eager pussy.
She was my boss, and her addiction to sex, was the tool I used, feeding my voyeuristic and sometimes sadistic needs, whilst abusing my position to gain control over my destiny.
My name is Mariel and I have been trained in the arts of pleasuring men since I first watched my first porn movie, long before entering those double digits that see those changes to my body that thrill men.
Daddy loved his porn and would casually leave one in the video player, then leave me to my own devices when he went out to the pub, somehow I think he did it on purpose, knowing I would watch, but back then there was just him and I, and we were developing a very strange father daughter relationship.
These were my formative years and my sex education was based on these porn flicks I watched, and at night I would lie and listen to my father jack off, and end up doing it also, in fact sometimes when I did it when alone, I would think of daddy watching me, somehow that appealed to me, and I always had no problem getting off every time I did.
Daddy worked in the local paper mill and saw an internal request for extra summer workers, and he naturally put me forward as I was doing well in my education, a position in the office, would suit my intellectual skills, instead of the factory floor, so I had an interview with a Miss Swensson, and she took an instant attraction to me and gave me the job, as her personal assistant.
Miss Swensson was a statuesque woman of womanly curves that stirred the loins of the men who worked on the factory floor beneath her office, full breasted and pout- lipped signifying a strong sexual woman, that most of the workforce desired, including daddy, as he admitted, one night in a drunken slur, 'He would love to stick- her'.
Because of the confession I took an interest in her, not as a mothering figure, but as a sex object for men to enjoy, and I wondered what her sex life was all about.
She never seemed to show outward interest in men, and I began to wonder if it was girls like myself she was interested in, she certainly took a shine to me and touched whenever we were close.
I was attracted to her because of the feminine confidence she exuded, 'You don't have a mother at home Mariel'?
I nodded in acquiescence to her query, 'Which one is your father'? I got up and went to the large window overlooking the floor below, and on spotting daddy working, pointed him out.
She looked him over for a few moments, and I marveled at her beauty, she was like a plantation mistress surveying the male flesh below, for her sexual amusement, and I liked that idea, as her sexuality immersed and bathed me in her exuberance in studying male flesh.
She turned and walked back to her desk, her long shapely legs encased in a tight skirt, she certainly knew how to project herself, no wonder she was on every mans hit list.
'You appear to be causing quite a stir on the floor Mariel'.
I swallowed hard, disbelieving what I heard at first, then feeling warm and flattered at what she said, which must have showed, as she laughed at me confusion.
'How do you know that', I queried, and she looked at me and suggested after the men had gone, to go visit the men's toilet cubicals.
I looked all the more confused, and she laughed, 'My dear girl, you really are a naive girl', I had to laugh at that comment, she really did no nothing about me, but I know did know something about her, she like to visit the men's toilets, once they had left, not really something women did, unless they had kinky reason.
She saw me studying her and possibly knew I was dwelling on her last comment. 'Men Mariel, reveal their secrets in bed and in toilets', then she made a wanking motion and a broad smile, like a girls thing, not meant for male eyes to see, so I had to smile and acknowledgement that I got the point.
'The more you know about your underlings, the easier they are to control'.
I was beginning to see a different side of her, and the more I studied her the more interested I became.
When lunch came she left for a dinner appointment, and as her car sped out of sight towards town, I started my voyage of discovery, firstly through her desk, finding a small clitoris vibrator, neatly tucked away in her accessory tray, second drawer down, a powerful little lipstick vibrator with USB charging capability.
I just had to try it, as I had never owned one before, and yes it felt nice, I returned it to its place, still wet from my own endeavors, the idea exciting me that my wetness would mix with hers, I promised myself to watch her every movements, and try to see when she reached in for it, I just had to know when she was doing it.
Armed with this new knowledge I logged into her computer, having seen her type in her password many times, and once there, because it was Windows 7 operating system, I browsed through the history, it was there the true personality of her sexuality came through, chat rooms, BDSM, Omegle, sex toys and underwear, and schoolboys, boys younger than me, still bald on their pubis, this bitch was the real perv, and I took note by backing up onto a memory stick.
Probing deeper I found her photo stash, and OMG there she was in all her nude glory, surrounded by boys of questionable age, penetrating her, and painting her like the men do here on xHamster, I copied everything, thank god she never took the time to blur her face, I could only excitedly think of the men on the shop floor, taking turns, a surge of power flowed through my veins, and I reached back into the second drawer and used her lipstick again, only this time it was explosive.
'Can I ask you a question Amber'?
She was sitting looking down onto the shop floor, as if choosing her next partner. She turned and faced me, when she had settled I hit her between the eyes with it, 'Do you prefer boys or men'?
I watched as the question hit home and the blood slowly drained from her beautifully sculptured face. It was direct and unsuspected, the naive little girl was showing her true self and Miss Swensson was about to get both a grilling and a change of power flow.
'Why do you want to know that Mariel', she retorted once she regained her composure, her weak smile belying her ashen features, 'You do realize it's against the law to have sex with boys', I halted as her mouth dropped open, before adding, 'especially younger than me'.
The silence was deafening, as her eyes immediately fell on her open laptop, 'You', she blurted out, but I was quicker, 'I have copied everything, and dad has the drive'.
I lied of course, but she swung around and tried to locate him, but he was away for his lunch.
I had such a strong sexual urge between my legs, I could feel her weaken as my being soaked-up her dwindling resources.
I walked across to her desk and sat on its edge, then not really knowing why, I kicked off my shoes and put my feet in her lap, pushing my toes into her crotch.
She sat with her arms on the armrest of her seat, not stopping my assault into her crotch. 'Why Mariel', she spoke silently, as if realizing I controlled her fate, if this got out she was done, and we both knew it.
'I need you to fuck my dad'.
She stared at me with a blank expression. 'Why', she whispered, to which I replied, 'Because he wants you, and I order you, as his daughter you will do as I say, simples'.
'But why your dad'? I laughed as a wave of evil crept into my being, 'I want a sibling', I added cruelly, 'you need a baby', I continued, and this request would emphasize the sense of control I exerted over this woman, her sexuality and the need of the men, whom I could satisfy with a snap of my fingers.
The more I dwelt on it the more excited I felt between my legs.
'I really like you', I told her, 'but now I have control on you, I want to have fun with you'.
She looked forlorn, 'I never expected you to be like this', she said meekly, 'Well', I replied, 'get used to it, because I am just starting'.
I walked back across to the large window and peered down at all the men working, 'This morning you made a remark as to the writings on the men's toilet, about men, explain'.
She had been in there last night and had read the comments referring to me, 'Did they write about fucking me', to which she nodded they had, I then asked who it was, as I wanted to see him.
She did not know who had, but confessed to going in there and undressing and masturbating to the writings.
We sat and eventually she became more like her old self, 'You know I am scared shitless Mariel, if this gets out', I nodded in acquiescence, 'You secret is safe with me for the duration of the Summer', I told her, 'I am a high maintenance girl and expected to be rewarded for my silence', to which she acknowledged, and was willing to pay, and of course there was daddy, he needed his plaything, and she agreed to submit.
That summer was one to remember, as we played happy families, my wardrobe and sex toys bulged with new additions, and sex on show was a specialty, as I watched them both perform, a little kink my daddy could not understand, but which became something very special once she moved away after the summer, thankfully unfertilized, daddy and I took it to the next level, that little something bizarre and i*****l, giving me the edge I needed in sex, think about that as you put your cock into my eager pussy.
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