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Hi, I am fortunate that I've have grown up in comfort without being horribly abused. I first has sex at age 14, just after my birthday and I enjoyed it from the first moment. It was with a cousin, he is much older; 26 at the time but he is very charming. That first time at a family gathering which made it a one off experience left me feeling thrilled for weeks and I began to contemplate having more sex, but it seemed so complicated, so complicated I tried to avoid it and threw myself into school-work and excelled in my term exams.

Boys were something of an enigma, I'd initiate conversations with those I liked, that is with manners and a bit like my dad, but their brains seemed somewhat lacking. Frustrated and to some degree irritated by my desire, I began observing boys and men, I was supposed to go with boys about my own age.. but older men I thought should be more experienced. I talked to girlfriends and those in my circle were reticent and although they loved talking about boys, the talk was idealistic and annoying.

In the privacy of my room I experimented with different outfits and soon ventured out in clothes that flattered my body which I think is rather nice. Instantly I was asked on dates by several boys, some I knew and some I didn't. Anyhow I began a series of dates and after six boys in two weeks, I found one I wanted to go all the way with. Well it was initially nice, but he come before I was ready and over the next few weeks I endured fumbling hands and premature ejaculations.

Mum sensed my unease and asked how I was and we decided it was growing pains as I was filling out and my breasts were now a C+. Masturbation provided some relief and I kept up my school work. Then I met Eddie, my girlfriends said I should avoid him, but something about him appealed to me. He had left school and worked out back of the supermarket, I was thrilled when he asked me out. I told dad I was off to do homework with a GF, but met him around the corner and he took me (in his old van) to a quiet spot and we were soon into each others pants. This time I was very satisfied.

We kept up our secret meetings for a few weeks, but then the fun went out of it, bye bye Eddie. But I decided I liked sex, but being only 14, that was a problem but I began making inroads into and older social set consisting of family friends and some older girls from school. They often had parties and I found that almost every weekend there was something on where I could legitimately escape home and despite my midnight curfew, I was managing to get laid at lest 2 or 3 times a month.

I  wanted more, but I knew I had to be ever so careful. But 6 months later and almost 15 I scored a job as a waitress for a private party company run by one of Dad's associates. In hind sight this was the dumbest thing any father could have done for a daughter, but I soon realized he had no idea about his friends business. My first day on the job, helping to set up a dinner party for a wedding. The set up complete, we had an hour to wait which I delightfully spent in a storeroom with Al, one of my new colleagues.

The dinner over and during clean up my boss sent me to collect glasses from around the house, a huge place and I got waylaid by one of the groomsmen. That night as I drifted off to sleep, I replayed the nights activities delighted at my bodies responsiveness to the unexpected though brief delights

Over the next month events continued in a similar way, a few quickies with Al in odd places and he was always trying me on to the point where it was a game where he'd try and feel me up even when we were working and few times we were noticed. But nothing happened other than my having regular quickies with staff and guys at events.

One morning after I'd arrived at work, Ray the owner called me to his office and said I was getting a bit of a reputation and I'd better be careful or else everyone would be in trouble because I was under age. Al had gone to work at another branch and I was now being trained in food service, this was much nicer than laboring between trucks and kitchens. I leapt into it with joy on that fist night as I carried food out to tables and got lots of smiles and admiration from the guests.

School was ok and I made it through the year with good grades and over the holidays I was to work full time at the other branch with Al. Well he was pleased to see me and we lost no time in having a quick shag in the storeroom and we almost got sprung and I lost my knickers .. That made for an interesting evening as a few hands felt me up because i later learned that Al had told everyone.. well not everyone, just a few of the other men and before I went home I was propositioned by one of the cooks, he was rather charming and he sat me on the kitchen bench and gave me one of the best fucks I'd ever had. Mind you his cock was a bit of a whopper and my initial apprehension gave way to absolute bliss.

I was only one of 15 - 20 other girls working there and we catered for some big functions. Al and the cook encouraged me to wear short skirts and keep my top button undone to show a little more cleavage and this also earned me a few extra tips but they were pooled and shared at the end of the evening.

My parents seemed oblivious and life continued as normal. I dressed sensibly at home though my work uniform was a little more provocative. I learned that a few other girls were getting off with other staff and clients and I seemed to fit right in. One day I sprung Al and another girl screwing in the back of a truck, but I just winked and left them to it. The girl pleaded with me afterwards that it was nothing, but I actually didn't care. That same day I scored 3 times and not with Al.

The working holiday passed all to soon, but I had cash in my pocket and I was scoring every day. But although I thought I had mastered the quickie, part of me wanted more. A girl at work provided an opportunity, she invited me to visit with an innocent invite to a party for my parents, but she had someone she wanted me to meet. It was a party with food, drinks and a dozen people - arty types from university.

The reason for my visit was to meet this guy and on the surface he was rather ordinary, but we were soon in bed and he fucked me steadily for about 2 hours without a break. I lost count of how many orgasms I had and it was a great night. I floated for days hoping no one would notice and was relieved to get back to work on Friday night. That was just a small dinner party in an apartment, we had to take everything up in the lift, a chef, myself and two other girls as waitresses.

As we walked in, Jenny said, this place smells like sex, we may get laid and a very good tip. She was right. there were about 15 guests and each time I went to the table, someone would slide their hands up my skirt. I didn't mind and it turned me on a little so I did not try and resist. With the main meal over, we cleaned up and prepared desserts and someone asked for wine to be delivered to a room down the hall, I was sent and found a naked couple in bed. They asked me to pour the wine and before I knew, another guy came in and had me quickly while the couple watched.

Unexpected but nice as now knicker-less I went back to work. The evening turned into an orgy and I did not get home till almost dawn having lost count of who I'd shagged. I was still dreaming about it  when Mum dragged me out of bed reminding me I had to be at work in an hour..

Despite the work and the sex, I did well in end of year exams and now age 16 I had more freedom. I could simply say to Mum or Dad that I was going out. So my life continued with scarcely a day going by without having sex with someone and often with 2 or 3 different guys. Occasionally I wondered about having a bad reputation, but it never seemed an issue. I was happy, the guys were happy, I always used protection and could not foresee any problems.

I had money saved up and decided to go to Can Cun for spring break. It was a blast, there were lots of hot guys, but I soon discovered they were mostly 30 second wonders. I managed to avoid getting pushed into the wet tee-shirt contests and bored at one point, wandered off into the native part of town where a guy asked if I'd like a real Mexican. He looked nice enough and we had  great sex, but then he despised me because I was to easy.

I must say my skin is fairly thick as I was not offended beyond slapping his face and returning to my group that I soon tired of. Bored again I took a tour to see some Mayan sites and got chatting to a Kiwi guy and we found a secluded spot and her well eased my feelings and restored me.

Later back at the hotel a game of spin the bottle was playing out and turning into a drunken orgy, amusing to watch for a while and I wandered off down to the bar where a businessman propositioned me. I'd never taken up any offers of sex for cash so thought I'd give it a try. He was a little drunk, but performed well and the experience was strangely satisfying.

 Getting through the next year of school was a challenge, but I did it but just missed out on valuable scholarships. Unphased, mother suggested I marry but parents eventually agreed I could continue working, learn how to manage the business and build a career.

This is happening.. over the next year I've dide everything from peeling potatoes to preparing basic meals, inventory, ordering  and storage management, There was only one day in that year where I did not have sex and that was a sick day I spent in bed alone.

I will soon be 20 and I have had sex about with over 400 different men, big cocks, small cocks, satisfying and unsatisfying. But its getting to the point that any of the staff feeling a bit horny will hit on me. I don't mind that but the trouble is that some see me as a slut or just to promiscuous, but for me, I simply feel normal and resent the accusations and insinuations to the point where I am reminding those in the company tat they should tread carefully lest their exploits be found out as I know few are innocent.

Now my frustration is not the lack of sex, its everyone else's pathetic attitude, like I enjoy having sex and everyone agrees that they like sex, what's the problem? I know different societies have different rules, but these are always broken, yet its those who break  the rules that seem to point the finger most often.

Anyhow, I have an appointment with the cook, something about his 10" sausage and then I have to visit a new client and go over the catering arrangements for his son's 21st party.. I'll wear something professional but intriguing, bye now.