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I’m not the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. I’m not skinny like those cheerleader girls. My face isn’t perfect. My skin is white and freckly. My hair is a mop of red.

But you’ve seen my pictures and you know my mom. You’re her work buddy. You know the drill.

My mom’s done what it takes to keep her job. Slept with the guys at the office. Bent over her desk. Gone on “dates,” kneeled, opened her pretty mouth, sucked, and swallowed. But there’s more to it than that for her, and for the other women at her office.

Because you know about me, of course. Other men at the office have already taken me on “dates.” They’re pretty short and sweet. Mom has me shower and dress nice for a date with one of the nice men from work. I do, and we go out; maybe to dinner, maybe just for a walk or an ice cream cone. We go to his house. He hugs and kisses me like he really likes me, and takes off all my clothes. He touches my special places and has me touch his, and then he has sex with me. (They’re usually not mean; one was a little. He got off on telling me how he liked to fuck my mom at work. How he liked to bend over her desk and squeeze her big titties. He told me how my mom grunts when she’s fucked).

Then I get dressed and he brings me home. He tells my mom what a nice date I was. She’s proud of me. Maybe he pays her something, I don’t know anything about that.

I know my pictures from my dates are shared around the office, because I’ve seen my mom’s phone. You guys are so perverted. You text them to her always.

That one of me with cum on my breasts. That one of me with my legs spread. That one of me on all fours with semen squirted across my back and butt. The guys at work text her those and the guys get off on telling her what they want to do with her chubby redhead daughter.

Then you take me out on a “date.” You pick me up. You’re surprised at how quiet I am. I’m not rude, but I’m not bubbly and cheerful and ready to go like some other dates like these. I’m nerdy and shy, and I’m here because my mom told me to be. It’s nice if you’re nice, but I’m defensive, because I know what this is all about.

When you take me back to your house, I don’t fight you as you begin stripping me naked and enjoying me. I’m just obedient. “Okay” I whisper quietly.

When you tell me what you want to do, I’m shocked. How do I not know about this? How have the three guys before you not done this with me? But I don’t know about anal. It sounds weird and icky. But I let you bend me over, lube me up, and work your cock into my chubby ass.

It shocked me that you’d want to even touch me there, now it shockss me how much it hurts.

I’m so tight, and even though you’re gentle, it’s agonizing. The push and tug, the burning sliding of your cock in my asshole, the flaring pain of you stretching me over and over. Spearing into me as I wail and squawk into the pillow, pouting, outraged that I have to put up with this. When you’re done, I’m sniffling, my eyes watering.

I dress in silence, and you bring me home, and tell my mom what a nice date I was.

When you leave I tell her what you did to me. She laughs. Of course you did that. Guys love that. What’s so special about me that I don’t have to put up with a little of that now and then? I should be grateful you were so gentle. I’m fine. Suck it up.

And be ready to go on a date again.

NSFW: yes

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