All the stories made me remember my first time, I I was 14 years old. My dad was a lawyer and his secretary was a very n

All the stories made me remember my first time, I I was 14 years old. My dad was a lawyer and his secretary was a very nice man. about 40 years old, he did a lot of sports so he had a very muscular and very jovial appearance, he was always very affectionate with me, since I was 10 years old, always very playful, I would sit on his lap and make me "little horse" as I grew up (already around 12 years old) every time I I was riding on his leg to do a wheelie, I noticed that some people were grabbing me. strange tickles, I liked to press against his leg, and he I grabbed him by the waist so as not to hurt me, that's how we spent the afternoons when he I was alone and I went down from my house to the studio to play for a while, I played little horse, and over time I realized that tickling was a terrible fever, which made me after rubbing for a while against his leg go to the bathroom to continue touching myself until I finish. One day when I was sitting on his leg, my mother, Alberto (that was the name of the secretary) got a little nervous and put me down immediately. The next day, I He said that I was too old to play horse on his legs, that it didn't look good for someone to come into the studio and see us, and I wanted to die, just thinking that I was not going to have my "little horse" gave me very sad, then, with all my innocence I told him, "what if we do it in secret, without them seeing us? - -It's very risky, little one, unless... it's ours. big secret and never tell anyone. I promise you that no one will ever know. Well, but from now on we're going to play in the file, in the afternoons when the studio is closed, tomorrow at 4 the afternoon, come but tell your mother that you are going to a friend's house, and Also, come in a skirt, so we can play more comfortably. he told me while He winked and a knowing smile appeared on his face. That night I hardly slept, his words resonated in me. head, I was afraid and really looking forward to that afternoon, I went to the school, but I couldn't concentrate on anything, I didn't have lunch, since it wasn't even happening a bite in the mouth. My mother would go to my grandmother's house, and my father Like every afternoon I visited clients. I left it said that I would go to the house of a friend, so the way was clear. I put on my panties more I had a small one, a white one that got into my tail, and a t-shirt with thin straps and a very thin, flared fabric skirt. At 3:55 I got off, my heart was beating a mile an hour. I entered the studio, and Alberto He welcomed me with a kiss, and locked the door as soon as I entered, he told me that I looked beautiful, and that we were going to have a lot of fun playing that afternoon. Me He took me by the hand and took me to the archive, at the back of the studio. There, also From a pile of papers there was a desk with a chair, he sat down, his breathing was very agitated, he told me: Come on little one, today you are going to sit on a horse, but in front of me, so I look at your face. I know very well what you feel every time that you do a wheelie with my leg, I can feel how your pussy is It rubs and gives off warmth. This is what you want, right? Me He said as he grabbed me by the waist and moved me back and forth. on his leg. I was speechless, I was dying of shame on the one hand and pleasure for the other. I realize how wet you are because your little toys are wetting my pants, come little girl, it's ico ico with My friend, I came higher, and with a pull he sat me on his between his legs, and I could feel his huge cock squeezing my pussy, he seemed possessed, I closed my eyes and repeated, ico ico my little girl, ride well my little whore, I lowered my head on his shoulder, and began to feel the best orgasm ever. my life, I couldn't separate myself from him. Alberto began to moan, opened his fly, and I could see a cock for the first time, it was huge, he grabbed it with his hand and began to shake it, while he told me: - here, little one, Take the milk of your horse, take my love. And I saw how his cock jumped a white liquid that reached up to my dress. From that day on, many more afternoons I went to play archive, but every day, Alberto taught me new things, which I will tell you little by little. I await your comments kikakika899@hotmail.com