He was a married older man, totally laid back, and my boyfriends Uncle. His name was Dave and I affectionately called him Doctor Dave. I enjoyed listening to him talking about his life; when is use to party and that something was missing for him. He and his wife argued constantly as she never helped in the garage; were he spent most of time working on his hobbies, smoking cigarettes, and always complaining about her. Secretly I was turned on by an older man. Perhaps Doctor Dave had something he wanted to teach me I had always though to myself. If he only knew something was missing for me as well. If he only knew the way I can make feel like a man again…

My boyfriend was the controlling type always demanding sexual attention. He was the happiest when he felt control over me, using me, and making me his whore. The truth is I was able to cum at just the thought of being his good little girl even though he, himself, was never able to make me cum like I often yearned to. I knew from the sound of his foot steps coming up the stairs in the evening I would soon be tasting every inch of him as he trained me well. On this particular evening I was sitting crossed legged in a big brown recliner chair listening to Dave tell me he was not interested in cheating on his wife.

I watched his eyes move over the curves of both of my breasts.