Where it happened: In his room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
This was more than 30 years ago and I still don’t know if I was part of an Arabian Nights sort of story of just the victim of a clever hoax.
What I do know for sure is that it cost me my virginity.
I was just out of college and took a job with a big multi-national corporation in their offices in one of those little countries over on the other side of the world that you would never hear of except that they had mineral resources important to my company, and others from other countries.
Our offices were air conditioned and very modern and the work was mostly secretarial and not too difficult. Our living quarters were also air conditioned and quite pleasant. We could buy food at the company store or eat in the company cafeteria, so there was no need ever to go out into the countryside nd see the miserable living conditions of most of the people.
The head man, or dictator, had a title that translated to something like Supreme Ruler of the Universe, but we just called him The Asshole, which he was. He lived in luxury, provided by my company and the others, while most of his people lived in abject poverty.
One day my boss, Mr. Jensen, told me that to observe the 10th anniversary of The Asshole coming to power, which was a record for that country, he was planning a big celebration, with a parade, fireworks, pageantry and speeches, climaxing with a huge banquet.
Jensen said threre waws to be a queen chosen to reign over the celebration with The Asshole, and all the companies doing busines here were to submit a candidate. He said since I was the most comely of their employees they were submitting me.
Well, I didn’t care for the idea of being so close to The Asshole, but I said okay.
Three days later Jensen came again and said he had some alarming news. One of our spies whom we employed to keep an eye on things in The Asshole’s household had learned what almost no one else knew — that for the banquet ending the celebration the queen was to be cut up and served in a giant stew. And Jensen said this spy’s information had always proved to be reliable.
I of course wanted to withdraw immediately, but Jensen said we had to be careful of offending The Asshole, and we couldn’t reveal my reason for withdrawing.
But, he said, there was one out. One of the requirements for the queen was that she must be a virgin. (I would guess that The Asshole planned to deflower her himself). If it was shown that I was not a virgin, then I would be ineligible.
I said,”But I am a virgin.” Jensen said, “Yes, but that can be changed.” I said “What do you mean?” and he said, “Why don’t you come to my room tonight, my dear, and we will make you ineligible for the contest and in no danger of being cooked into a stew.”
I thought about it, and what the heck, I didn’t really cherish my virginity that much, I just hadn’t met anybody I wanted to give it to. And Jensen wasn’t a bad looking guy, and seemed quite nice. (He had a wife but she spent most of her time in the U.S., just coming for occasional visits.)
So I agreed and that night I went to his room, feeling nervous but also full of anticipation.
Well, my first sex experience was not all that great, but not too bad either. Jensen was very considerate and took lots of time, and did quite a bit of foreplay, so that when he entered me it was not too painful. Oh yes, he was also using a condom.
We fucked for quite a while, and I got some enjoyment out of it although I did not climax. Jensen did, however, coming with quite a load.
Then I thanked him for taking care of me and he thanked me for a very lovely experience, and the rest of the time I worked there neither of us ever mentioned it again.
The big celebration went off with all the pomp and pageantry you could want. Through it all, the queen, who was one of the native girls from an outlying province, was at The Asshole’s side and he did a lot of fondling her, patting and pinching, in plain sight which she giggled about. She looked to be about 16.
I did not go to the big bqneutm but Jensen did. He reported that the queen, who had been at The Asshole’s side through the whole celebration, was nowhere to be seen. And the main dish was a big pot of stew, served in a kind of trough from which everyone was to serve himself, or herself. And there were pieces of meat in it, but Jensen said he did not take any, he just ate some of the vegetables.
But he said an oficial from a French company asked an aide in the palace what was the delicious main ingredient of the stew and the aide smiled and said, “It would not be available in your country.”
I worked there for the year of my contract then came back to the states and worked the Los Angeles office for two years, then married Ralph, we had two children who are both grown and doing well, and we are still married.
That multi-national company has since been part of two big takeovers and a merger so its identity has been lost. The country where this happened has changed its name twice since then. Its mineral resources have been depleted and it no longer figures in the news. And The Asshole was deposed the next year after the celebration and they have had a dozen or so dictators since then.
I told Ralph the story of my not being a virgin and he was not offended, just thought it was amusing. We’ve told some friends, too, and it was one of them who suggested I write the story for this page.
So I have now done so, and if nothing else, I’ll bet it is one of the most unusuaal stories to appear here.
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