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How I became a slut! (3)this story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 3910 words) [3/4] show all parts

Author: La. Milu
Added: Jan 10 2020Views / Reads: 2056 / 1523 [74%]Part vote: 9.50 (4 votes)
Young girl becomes step by step a slut! Can be read independently from part 1.
 


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My father invited a colleague from the bank to our home. Visibly proud, he announced a guest for the next evening with: "This is the youngest Vice President of our Bank. He is only 33 years old." The next day the doorbell rang and my parents opened the door. I was in my room listening to a Pink Floyd record: "Wish you were here" and once again I thought about my dream man Michael. My father knocked on the door after a while and asked: "Don't you want to welcome our guest?" I said: "All right, well, let me take a look at this person." A minute or two later I appeared in the living room and put on a smile. My father introduced me with: "My daughter, Nicole, she's studying to be a mechanic."

The guest reached out his hand to me and introduced himself: "My name is Markus and I am a department head in the same bank as your father." He smiled charmingly. He was dark-haired and quite tanned. When he grinned, his white teeth shone. He was incredibly handsome. For dinner, we had a Swiss fondue. So for those who don't know this, you stir a piece of bread on a skewer fork in a heated pot of melted cheese. The food was quite fine. I sat next to him the whole time and hung on his lips. In front of the bedside table, my father decisively said: "Nicole, when you're done with the bedside table, please go to your room, so we can discuss business in peace!"

When the bedside table was there, a fruit salad, I ate as slowly as possible in order to stay as long as possible. At some point, Markus pressed something into my hand under the table. That was the sign for ...

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