I am a 36 year old white woman who has had hard luck my entire life. My mother died giving birth to me, my dad gave me up for adoption when I was 5 because he couldn't afford to take care of me after he lost his job. I was adopted by some pretty decent folks who were pretty well off and I got too much too soon and it was what almost killed me.
While in high school, I got in with the wrong crowd and started to drink and do drugs with some of the "rough crowd" and tried to hide it from my parents. They found the drugs in my room and I was busted more than once. They took me for help and I was clean for a bit but I started up again after I graduated, which was a miracle in itself.
I had studied enough to learn to type and answer a phone so I got myself a job in a near by mom and pop shop answering the phone and typing and it got me money, so I stuck it out. One of the guys there I noticed had a look like I used to have when I did cocaine. I asked him if he did and promised not to tell the bosses if he shared with me and told him I would give him money and we could do it on our lunch hour.
This went on for a few months and it came to a quick end. He overdosed on the shit and I was stuck with all this cocaine but I guess I put it to good use. I would frequent some of the "rough" areas and let guys pick me up and we'd have some "car sex", you know I'd suck him off or he would fuck me unprotected in the back seat and then it was on to the cocaine and we would drive around for hours higher than kites.
Eventually I got fired from my job because I was taking off at least one day a week because of a hangover or I just couldn't get my lazy white ass out of bed.
My parents came to my rescue once again and I cleaned up my act. I went to a community night school to earn some college course credits to attend a local university. I chose to go into the accounting and bookkeeping fields since did know the basics and I was pretty good at it.
After having a few odd jobs while going to school, I finally graduated and was going on interviews like crazy and managed to stay clean and sober all this time. I was tempted a few times but I noticed that I was looking crappy and I wasn't a bad looking girl as I stood about 5'5" and had 36D tits and weighed about 125. I slummed around with men in my younger days and I wish I would have waited to have sex with the right guy now.
I finally got a job at one of the local accounting firms in town and I really liked the job. I was making really good money and had a lot of responsibility. After being there for 3 years, I was given a huge raise and promotion and was going to have someone work under me. I had to train this person and he would have to answer to me. I was worried that I would get all stressed and want to go back to the drugs a few times but didn't.
The day finally came and I met my trainee. He was so handsome, sexy and black as night. I was attracted to him right away but that's not what I was suppose to be but his teacher and I made sure I taught him right and kept him late and when to eat with him on the long nights too. He seemed to really be into his job and into me too.