The writer known as A N R Kist is the illegitimate child of a soviet super spy and a crack whore who lives in a secret location for her own safety. This is the first of a series of stories from her about how she transformed from innocent worker to mega slut with a penchant for blow jobs. Enjoy comrades, enjoy for Mother Duct Tape.
It Starts Slowly
Most people, when trying to visualise what a Union Rep’s working life entails, will imagine tense meetings across a table, calling strikes and standing around in the cold on a picket line. Some of that may be true, some of the time, but mostly the work is long, hard and un-noticed by those not directly involved. But I didn’t come here to talk about that.
I came here to reveal the secret underbelly of Union life. The sex, the scandal and….well mostly the sex. My god, I have never known such a hive of sexual activity - affairs, trysts, and downright plain. old, shagging.
I was a young and naïve rep attending my first ever conference in Brighton. There were four delegates, all women and I was incredibly shocked to discover when we arrived that at least two of them had arranged to meet their long term lovers for the week. This was my induction into the world of Union Sex.
It became apparent very quickly that our delegation wasn’t unusual. Many reps had long standing ‘arrangements’ for conference week and people were disappearing into the wrong bedroom left right and centre. Innocent little me was quite taken aback by it all and I thought that this was something I would never indulge in.
Moving forward a couple of years I had begun a side relationship with a co worker, who was also that year attending conference. I was delighted that I too would be able to think of myself as one of the ‘sexy brigade’.
The night of the conference social arrived.
At the time I had a thing for black PVC and so to the shock of some of the older delegates I rocked up in a black PVC zip up top and a black PVC mini skirt over leggings and new rock boots. No one knew about my secret relationship so I received quite a lot of attention from the men there. Essentially, I was guaranteed a shag no matter what but my heart was set on spending the night with him.
When we left we went back to my room. Wearing the PVC had made me hot and sweaty and very turned on. I don’t know what he thought of it because as soon as the door was closed he was unzipping me and burying himself in my ample breasts. There weren’t a lot of words – it was all heavy breathing, grunting, slurping and pounding. Whilst he was neck deep in tits, I got the rest of my clothes off and we kinda fell on the bed. He moved down to my glistening cunt and began licking and sucking my clit. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he turned me round, bent me over and fucked me senseless until my legs gave out and my clit was swollen, bordering on painful. I sat on the edge of the bed, grasped his wet hard cock and shoved it my mouth, occasionally stopping to lick his balls. It wasn’t long until I was wearing a faceload of cum. Feeling incredibly satisfied we lay down on the single bed and drifted off to sleep.
Now some of you may find that a tad scandalous. some may not, but hold on to your hats because this is just the beginning of a rollercoaster ride of foursomes, moresomes and some kinky assed shit.
Until next time dear reader.
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