Catching Up

I recently went home for my parents anniversary party. I worked the room, talking to people I haven’t seen in years. As I was making my rounds, a familiar face popped out in the crowd. A face I haven’t seen in nearly 15 years, the man that took my virginity. He worked for my daddy and my teen pussy creamed every time I saw him. I was only 15 at the time, but I knew I wanted him. I got my chance one night while he was working late. I caught him in the office alone while I was “looking” for daddy. I knew he wasn’t there, he was home when I left. I could tell he knew what I was doing, but played along for a little while. That game didn’t last long. I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He didn’t really hold back with me. He didn’t fuck me like it was my first time, he fucked me like a little whore that had been teasing him for months. The first time I felt his cock push into me, I whimpered from the pain… then his fingers started rubbing my clit and all thoughts of pain went out the window. He broke me in right. I went back the next day to see him, and he was gone. Daddy told me he had quit, and I figured that I would never see him again. As I stood there meeting his eyes across the room, I felt my panties get wet. He smiled and walked toward me, going in for a hug. As he pulled me against him, I could feel that the feeling was obviously mutual and that his cock was rock hard. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Let’s catch up….”