Author: Rachel

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I am still in shock over Mr. Martin’s confession. I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to tell him that Mrs. Martin had come into work. She’d found credit card receipts and suspected that he was having an affair. There was no way I could tell her that it was me, or that he also messed around with my uncle. I didn’t want to stop seeing Mr. Martin. I’d even been contemplating quitting my job because of this. I didn’t want her to catch us. And I couldn’t tell him not to come in anymore. But that’s when he dropped a bombshell on me. He told me that ever since he was with my uncle, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The cravings for more had become so intense that he had even been thinking about going somewhere he could get more cock. He told me that he didn’t even think that sex with a female could ever satisfy him again. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But right as I thought I had heard it all, I found out that I hadn’t at all.

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I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work. She was like an aunt to me, and I couldn’t let her see me working there. So I went to hide in the bathroom. My heart was racing at the thought of being caught and my mom finding out that I work at a breastaurant. As a preacher’s daughter, that’s not acceptable. But I was also completely freaked out because I had been having an affair with Mr. Martin. Not to mention the couple of times that my uncle also had his way with Mr. Martin. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. As I paced the restroom, I just kept asking myself what on earth she could be doing there. And I was just hoping that she had already left. But that’s when the restroom door opened. It was her. I tried to turn but she knew it was me. She had a look of desperation in her eyes. And she told me that she promised not to tell anyone. She just needed my help. I was literally trembling as I nodded my head in agreement.

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I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work! We were doing a dance on the bar. It was western night. So we were wearing little crops, extremely short, cut off jean shorts, cowgirl boots, cowgirl hats, and pigtails. The place was packed and the guys were going wild. But there was someone at the back of the room that looked very out of place. She was by herself and actually seemed nervous. That’s when I realized that it was Mrs. Martin. Then I started wondering why she was there. I started getting really nervous. She had no idea I worked there. And I didn’t want her to know. She was like an aunt to me. And I knew she would tell my mom. I was so mortified. But I was stuck up there on the bar. I tried to tilt my hat down to where she couldn’t see my face. But I was so worried that she could tell that it was me.

When the song was over, I worked my way into the ladies’ room as quickly as possible. My heart was racing and I just needed a place to hide out for a moment.

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He came into work. I saw him point to me. He wanted to sit in my section. I had never seen him before. But he was loud, blunt and to the point. He ordered a big mug of beer. Then he proceeded to tell me that he’s a paypig. The more he drank, the louder he got. They finally asked him to leave but he was oinking for me all the way out the door. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night long. Finally when my shift was over, I headed out to my car. As I approached it, I heard him oinking at me. Then he came over to me on all fours. He literally started throwing money at me. And kept telling me how pathetic he is and what a loser he is. All I could do was giggle. He kept asking me how old I was. Every time I said nineteen, his boner started dripping and he started throwing more money at me. I had never seen anything like it. Then he started saying that he wants to suck and fuck cock. Every time a man would walk by, he would start panting and throwing money.

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We were short handed at work when we had our big monthly delivery from our main supplier. The manager asked me to handle it as he tossed me the keys to the freezer. I had no earthly idea what I was doing but I had no choice but to wing it. I did know that I wasn’t allowed to leave him unattended. So I met the delivery driver at the back door and led him to the freezer. I unlocked it and held it open for him. He had a dolly full of boxes. I waited for him to finish bringing in several loads. Then he told me to close the door, and he would get the boxes put away as quickly as possible. It was freezing in there. And I was in my skimpy uniform. So he gave me his jacket. It didn’t help much. But I think he thought I looked cute in it. Because he kept looking over at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.

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You won’t believe the Thanksgiving surprise I had. My mom asked if I could help her prepare because she had 28 guests coming to Thanksgiving dinner. While we were setting the table, she began to go over the guest list with me. She told me that she had invited the Martins. I started to think about how awkward that’s going to be. Mr. Martin is a close friend of my dad’s. Growing up, he was like an uncle to me, and his wife was like a sweet aunt. But now things were very complicated. Mr. Martin and I have gotten very close. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he came into my work with another woman. I don’t want anyone to know where I work. Neither one of us wants anyone to know that we have begun to have an affair. And we certainly don’t want anyone to know what happened when he was at my apartment the other night. My uncle let himself in and caught us. Then he made Mr. Martin suck his dick. Then he fucked Mr. Martin so hard that he came everywhere.

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Dear Diary,

I’ve managed to do it again. No matter how hard I try not to, I always get myself tangled up in such messes. Where do I start? Let’s start with my naughty uncle. He was my last resort to keep from having to move back in with my parents. So in exchange for him paying my rent, I have to stay in school and he has a key to my apartment. He can come in at any time, and I take care of all of his perverted needs. That led me back to the Becketts. What are the chances that Mr. Beckett took over teaching my course last minute? Not only do I have to deal with him again now, but also his crazy wife, and their cuckold marriage. But it also brought someone else into my life. That’s Brent Sterling, my landlord. I am so freaking infatuated with him. It’s really bad. He has a beautiful wife that treats him horribly and two beautiful kids. I literally can’t stop thinking about him.

Then there’s Mr. Martin, my dad’s friend. We grew up with their family and he’s like an uncle to me. But things have gotten weird.

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The Becketts felt horrible about how traumatized the haunted mansion had left me. So they invited me over for dinner. They wanted to talk to me and make sure that I was alright.

As I drove up to the house I started having flashbacks. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to go inside and follow through with the dinner. But I managed to suppress it. Once inside with the Becketts, I felt much more relaxed. But I will never be able to go in that room again. I might not even be able to go upstairs at all.

After dinner Mrs. Beckett told me that she had been so worried about me. She told me that when they found me, I was in shock, in a semi catatonic state, and covered in cum. There are still bits and pieces of that night that I don’t remember. She started caressing my cheek and telling me that she knows that I probably never want to be with another man after that happened. Then she assured me that she was there for me, and that she wanted to protect me and take care of me.

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I call him Mr. Mysterious. He always remains anonymous. I don’t know his name, where he’s from, or anything else about him. He uses an unregistered gift card. So he doesn’t have to give me any personal information. But I can always recognize his distinctive voice. It’s so deep and so sexy. Just the sound of it makes me all tingly and wet. When he says my name, my heart skips a beat. It turns me on so much. He’s older and dominant. I feel so young, naïve, and submissive with him. He makes me feel so special and so protected. I love it when he tells me what to do and uses my body for his own gratification and pleasure.

We love roleplaying. It’s always some type of age play, family fun, forced, domination, or bdsm. He has a very vivid and extreme imagination. And he always has very detailed and creative roleplay ideas. The roleplays always include mutual masturbation. He loves to make me cum, and he loves to hear me cum. Of course I love making him cum and hearing him cum just as much, or maybe even more.

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I love to be a good girl for daddy. It makes me feel so good to make daddy happy. And it makes me so excited to make daddy feel good. So when he told me that he wanted me to be daddy’s little slut for Halloween, I couldn’t wait. He took me shopping and bought me a lot of little slutty dresses and lingerie.

When we got home, he told me that the reason he got so many was because he wanted me to be his little slut from now on. I was just hoping that being daddy’s little slut was as much fun as being daddy’s good girl. Then daddy went to take a shower. I always like to peak in there and watch him. He was rubbing his dick, and it was getting really hard. When he got out, he asked me if I was ready to be his good girl. That always made me excited because I loved to suck on daddy’s dick and make it squirt in my mouth and all over my face.

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