I am a career woman in late 30's. As life has it, when you focus on one thing, all the others slip through your fingers.

It is a lonely life, working 80 hour weeks, money is good, but that takes toll on your social life, and that might explain my presence here.

I haven't been with a man for more than five years, but even then, it was just a string of unsuccessful short term relationships, that broke apart due to the lack of time, and high stress job.

There is this colleague of mine, he is a senior partner in a different office, just a few years older than me, and he is just the man of my dreams. I mean, rich, successful, handsome, and, of course, married. A friend of mine is an associate in his office, and the way she spoke of him, as if she is in love (I don't doubt it), made me interested in him even more.

When she showed me the photos of his wife, from socials, well, I just knew that I am no match for him, not even remotely, and strangely, that made me want him even more.

Don't get me wrong, I am a good looking woman, just not a bombshell blonde, which looks like she is in her 20's ,not 40's, that he is married to.

I admit, he was the object of my late night thoughts, when I was left alone with myself, and this place, and I just had to have him.

We had a big conference last week, something regarding corporate law practice, I wasn't there to better myself, I was there since I knew he will be.

Maybe I didn't mention this, but I know him in person, from the time he was still going to court, and we have been rivals in a few cases, so when I found him at the hotel bar after the seminar has ended, I was adamant to not let him go anywhere without me.

I flirted shamelessly, he flirted back, but with a bored look on his face. It didn't seem to work, and as the drinks kept coming, I became more and more blatant in my advances. Nothing seemed to work. As he was looking restless, getting ready to go, I just blurred out, something ridiculous, on the line of offering him oral, but it sounded so rude, and I am not proud of that moment. He smiled, took my hand, and said "lets go".

When we went in his room, I leaned in for a kiss, but he kind of stopped me, not really, but he had his hands on my shoulders, and kind of gently pushed me downwards, giving me a signal what to do. He was just standing there, expecting me to do the unbuttoning, so I did. He was pretty big, semi erected, and it tasted good. Soon enough he was really hard. I tried to make an eye contact, and he just smiled back at me, without saying a word.

He then took my left hand, and helped me up, and started unbuttoning my shirt. I started helping him, so he moved back, and got naked, and I did too. Without a word, he turned me the other way, and pushed me on the bed. A got on my stomach, and oh God, I was ready to go, when he took my pelvis, pulled me up, in a doggy position, with my knees on the edge of the bed. I was there, just waiting for him to get a condom on.

He took me with hard, even thrusts, while holding my hips. I have no idea how long it lasted, since I was on a brink of orgasm, just no there yet, floating in the limbo of satisfaction. Then he got out, and laid on the bed, on his back. That was my cue to hop on, and as I did, he just said "the other way, better view".

That is the only thing he said during our sex. So I was in a reverse cowgirl, leading myself towards an orgasm, and as soon as I got it, he pulled me back. So I was laying on his chest, he pulled out, and deliberately aimed at the other entrance.

I have never done it before, nor did I think that I will ever do it, but I was so out of myself from all the anticipation, pleasure, and still lingering orgasm I just had, that I moaned loudly as he got in. It didn't last long, just a few painful thrusts, and that was it for him.

He just got from underneath of me, and headed for the bathroom.

"I would be thankful if you shower at your room, I have a panel at 9."

It was amazing, yet it hurt so much. Not in a physical way, but, not to kiss me, not even on the cheek after we were done? I felt like a whore, but what could I expect, I presented myself to him, as one.

Now, I will have the memory of this night, but it is a bitter sweet thing. My crush on him is gone, that is for sure, but it didn't make me feel any better.

And, that is pretty much it.

The auditorium was full of men, all of them intrigued to see what the weekend event would involve and to find out why it had started so early in the day. More sat at home, watching the live stream.When the lights went up on the stage, they saw what appeared to be 10 men. Wrists bound above their heads, they weren’t going anywhere. Blackout hoods covered their heads, all were wearing headphones. Mutters of confusion and disappointment spread around the room.The Master stepped forward and addressed the audience:“Remember that not all is not what it seems, you’re in for a nice surprise. But first, some important information. We’ll inspect the specimens in a moment. Each of them think they’re alone with me. What comes next will be the first of many surprises for them.”And so he started to undress them. Shredded flannel shirts opened to reveal binders, binders cut open to display tits of different shapes and sizes. A couple of them had scarred chests where they’d had their tits chopped off. Some of them had shaved cunts, others were hairy. But there was no denying they were all female.Once he’d stripped them all, the master began his appraisal of each girl. Examining her tits, if she had any, telling the audience how they felt pointing out the sluts whose nipples were hard already. He spread their cunts and assholes and his camera allowed them to be shown on the big screen. One had a tampon in her pussy - he made note of that for later. Two had unbroken hymens, still virgins. One had a bruised and stretched out asshole, clearly no stranger to getting cocked. “We’ve found our urinal for the weekend, you’ll be able to fill her up later.”The master encouraged the audience to use their handsets to vote. Most fuckable, best tits, which bitches they’d like to see paired up and all the rest.“This session is nearly over gents, but I think it’s time for us to meet each of our girls face to face.”One by one he removed the headphones and hoods from each bitch. Some screamed, some cried, most struggled. A couple of the whores had beards - but not for long. The screens above the audience’s heads showed the girls what the audience saw - a row of 10 exposed sluts whose weekend was only just getting started. The lights went off and the audience filed out, leaving the Master and his assistants to prepare the girls.The afternoon show started promptly. When the lights came up, the girls were much more placid. They’d been given a little something to help them…relax and to encourage them to be a lot more compliant. It had clearly worked.All ten had been shaved, waxed and plucked. Any facial hair was fine. Hairless bodies on display for the entertainment of the men in the audience. Some of the whores were naked, some in crotchless panties and open bras to allow a clear view of their assets. Many were wearing open mouth gags to make sure they couldn’t bite.The virgins had been dressed in matching white underwear and were bound to a bed in the centre of the stage. The bitches who’d had their tits chopped off were wearing fake plastic tits. Each slut was bound with rope or in metal restraints in poses that best showed off their cunts and tits. The urinal had already been set up at the front of the stage - tunnel plugs in her cunt and asshole, an open mouth gag. “She’s here for your use whenever you need to piss, don’t be shy” the Master said.Before voting on the live action they wanted to see, the men in the audience were invited row by row to inspect the girls. Groping, fingering, stroking, rubbing. When thoroughly inspecting one of the girls, one lucky man found a moon cup. After she drank down its contents, the girl was instructed to go sit on the face of one of the virgins. The Master pulled the tampon from the other period bitch and forced her to suck on it. She then took her seat on the other virgin’s face.This set the audience’s imaginations off and soon suggestions for the show were flooding in. Bidding was opened for virgin 1 and virgin 2.The two period whores were instructed to trib and scissor each other, rubbing their bloody cunts against each other. When the Master was satisfied, he plugged their cunts with a double dildo and stuffed another in their asses for good measure. Tied together, they were connected by both their pussies and assholes, no escape from each other or the plastic toys stretching their bloody cunts and tight shitpipes.The two virgins were first instructed to lick each other’s face clean, before making sure their pussies were clean. The two girls sucked on each other’s testosterone swollen clits and lapped at their untouched pussies. Virgin 2 was increasingly wet, virgin 1 less so. What happened next would be easier for one than the other.The winning bidders were a father and son, a unique bonding experience. They both pushed inside at the same time, adding to the spectacle. On the big screen, a shot of virgin 1’s face showed her eyes widen before tears started rolling down her face. Eventually a look of acceptance passed across her face and she seemed to submit to her current owner’s dick. To everyone’s surprise, she was the first of the virgins to reach orgasm, causing her owner to unload deep inside her fertile pussy. Virgin 2 promptly found herself being made to eat the creampie from her companion, her ass up and pussy continually pounded. She too took a load deep inside, the first of her life but not her last that weekend.For the next 3 hours all of the whores on stage were free to use and repositioned on request. Two or three of the sluts were squirters. Many were whimpering like bitches by the time the men had cum in and on them. Some were begging for more and they got it. One girl took two cocks in her ass and two in her cunt, grinding and squirming like the cockwhore she’d always secretly been.After the afternoon session, the men went to their rooms or to the bar and the females were taken to be cleaned up and made presentable for the evening’s entertainment.That evening, ten lucky men (or groups of men) had won the bidding to be entertained in their rooms. Each girls was there to use how they wanted, the only condition being that their activities were filmed for the livestream audience and for future use.Similar happened next morning.That afternoon the audience once again gathered in the auditorium, wondering what they could possibly see that they hadn’t seen already that weekend.When the lights came up, most sluts were held in one point bondage. The dildos were deep in their cunts and there was no escape from them. The remaining sluts were also impaled on an anal dildo. Even if they’d taken off their slutty high heels, it would only have thrust the toy deeper inside them. There was no escape. Next to each engorged clit was a vibrator, and each of the bitches wore a VR headset.Above each girl’s head was a video screen, showing what she was seeing in the headset. Footage from the entire weekend, showing each whore’s descent from frigid bitch into a nasty freeuse cumslut. Hours of footage that they couldn’t escape from, as the vibrators were turned on and the fuck machines started to pound their sore holes. The audience voted to increase the speed, decrease the speed, thrust deeper. At times they stopped the toys, lulling one of the females into a false sense of relief before they started them again - harder and faster than ever.The Master and his assistants were sure to film each and every orgasm that their prize whores had when they were watching their own descent into the life of a fucktoy. It would of course be added to the footage already taken, eventually to be screened on billboards in each slut’s home city. It didn’t matter any more. They had new lives now.

If you were in the audience, what would you have wanted to see these whores do?

i saw this new girl in my neighborhood when i was in hs she was strawberry blond and freckled, i knew she dated this older guy already that was from her old town he'd pick her up and drop her off from school, he drove an acura and dressed like a guido. she only lived w her dad. i remember the day she walked by me and her tits were bouncing while i was at my locker. that was when i was really interested in her. i forget how it happened but i ended up coming over her house, i remember it didnt take long and we started making out on the floor of her living room. she had grey thin sweatpants on and a pink thong. i started rubbing her pussy and her pussy got so wet it bled thru her pants. i remember tearing them off and eating her out on the floor and she said lets go up stairs in case my dad comes home. she closed her door and ripped her clothes off her big tits had bright red nipples, she looked at my cock her eyes exploded and she said it was the biggest cock she'd ever seen as she started to blow me. its so fucking big she said. she wasnt the first to tell me that but the way she was turned on by it was still the hottest thing id ever seen. i had a condom that i put on and i stuck it in her tight pink pussy, she had lil blond red hairs around it. she was so tight after fucking her for 1 min i came so hard she was shaking and i said i thnk my condom broke as i pulled out. she took the condom off and started sucking my cock. she said ihave a condom but its not gonna fit. we tried to put it on but it wasindeed too small she then said fuck it i wanna suck it, i kept thinking about that stupid bf of hers and how my dick must be twice the size of his. She gave me another BJ as I gave her ass and pussy some attention. she told all of her friends I had a huge dick and soon alot of girls that never gave me the time would come over to me with their boobs hanging out. I even got a handjob in algebra which was a direct result of this encounter.

I'm 44, divorced 4 years. And I confess I have found the best way to get regular, good pussy. (I made this discovery while I was married, and it may be part of why I'm divorced now).

I'll regularly go out of town, and book a room at a hotel with a big conference center, usually midweek. If there's a conference there, there's a good shot I'll find a woman who's ready to play.

I'll usually head down to the hotel bar around 10 or 10:30. The conference goers have been drinking since 8 or so, whenever their dinner lets out. So they're already drunk, and the reasonable ones are heading upstairs. The ones who are left behind are looking for something. Sometimes I'll just drink alone and make eyes at the likely prospects. Sometimes I act like my friends stood me up by tapping at my phone and looking exasperated. You'd be amazed how often they approach me when I do that.

There are 4 different types of women that I've had success with.

My favorite are the married moms. They're usually under-sexed, starved for attention, and just so happy to be away from home, they go wild. If they're DTF, they're also looking for something discreet anyways.

Then there are the divorcees. They're a little harder to snag - usually they're in the dating pool for something serious, and their guard is always on high. BUT - the divorcees I've had are totally shameless in bed.

I've had two hookups with spinsters (middle-aged women who never married). One was dumpy, but the other still had a really toned hot body. I haven't really figured this group out, but you definitely see them out.

The last ones are the office bunnies. These are the chicks that are still in their 20s and dating around. They don't always go do conferences, but if they do, they still know how to stay out late and drink. So they'll usually help close down a bar, and I've had a few who have been VERY into going back upstairs with an older guy.

I'm not sure if anyone else has discovered this life hack, or if it'll help any of you out there, but I wanted to share.

This is the kinkiest thing I have ever done, but with no prejudice.

In our 20's, we had a large group of friends, and we were all into rock, and heavy metal, visiting concerts, gigs all over the place etc.

Now, there were a few girls in this group, but one of them caught my eye, she was a cute brunette, slim, with big tits. I took my shot a few times, but with no luck, until, after one concert, we were coming back via intercity train, and we were all out of our minds from all the things we took. Somehow, we ended up in the toilet, and I fucked her brains out, I even fucked her in the ass, while choking her, calling her names etc.

Hot experience, all in all, but she started evading me after it. I didn't give a fuck, it was hot, and I was lucky I had that experience. As you can imagine, things like that didn't happen to me very often, so I was bragging around to my friends from the group, going into details, like any young fella would.

After that, life went on, I moved out and decades have passed. Last summer, I came back to visit my family, and on the street, while walking with my wife, saw her, and one of my best friends from that time, walking together.

He married her shortly after I moved and lost all contact. He knows what I did to her, and I am pretty sure she never confessed that to him, why should she, I moved out. But she was blushing, he acted all awkward...

Now I can't stop thinking about it.

I am married to a man I love, and we have been on this site, together, but I will post this, anonymously, since I am still not sure if he will understand it is him, after reading it, since I will alter some minor details, not the crucial ones, for the sake of him not realizing that this is the story about us, if he reads it.

So, we are both in our early 40's, married for a long time, and our sex life has been great. Never cheated on him, and I am pretty sure he never cheated on me.

From the wild beginnings, after having kids, and great sex life during my pregnancies, things got a little cold. We both felt it, and in an effort to spice things up, included role playing, porn, and similar stuff, into our sex life, and it worked like a charm. We are going through our second youth, and nothing to complain there.

In this quest for happiness, we tried a lots of different things, except one - I wasn't ready to do anal. He was so persistent in trying to convince me, but I stood my ground, and eventually, I think he reconciled with the idea of that not being for us. I have to admit, he was even a bit mad about it, but since have cooled off.

Now this is not much of a confession, as much as a question for all the men out there, but I will get to it, in a minute.

Maybe a year ago, we were both really drunk, after our friend's birthday, came to our room around 5 a.m. (we were all in a mountain resort for the birthday), and in the drunken rubbing and poking, I was turned to the side, as he tried to enter me. I was almost half a sleep, as I presume was he, since he was just semi hard, trying to do something. In all of that "searching", I just felt him going in, the other path. It felt bitter, and good, at the same time. I turned a little, his eyes were closed, and I am pretty sure he had no idea. It still felt good, since he was going in and out, in a slow pace, still with a semi erected penis. I guided his hand towards my clit, he poked a little, but since he was very tired, gave up after a few seconds, so I started touching myself.

What an orgasm!!!! It was so powerful. Soon after, he came inside me, and the feeling was oh, so pleasant.

Now, tomorrow I was sure he had no idea where he was, since he asked me if he came in me (I am not on the pill), and I just responded he did, but I managed that. And that was it.

I couldn't forget how great it was, but I was under the impression that, if we tried it again, sober, that it would be rough, since he is very rough, generally, and that it just won't be that good, so I kept my mouth shut. On the other side, he was so cross that I didn't let him in, before, that I was afraid he might take it the wrong way, if I suddenly, told him we did it, and that I liked it.

Fast forward to two weeks back, again, a long night, with a few drinks too many, and once again, he was too drunk to do anything specific, except to poke me and provoke me, to either take it from the side, or ride him, since there was no stamina left in him. Poking game started, once again, with two differences, this time, I wasn't that drunk like on the previous occasion, and that this time, he was as hard and long, as he can get.

He was just looking for the entrance, and this time, it wasn't an accident, I led him there. Guided his hand to my clit, and this time, he didn't quit, he touched me slowly, while going in and out, even slower. It took me just a few minutes to get off. It was a big one, lights out orgasm.

He ended soon after, but this time he pulled out.

Now, I am sure that not even this time, he realized what happened. Generally, we are very open about our sex life, with this being, maybe, our only exception.

We get to the question - should I tell him what we did, and ask him, to do it again, in the same way? Will he be mad that I like it now, but I refused him for so many years? Is it possible to have anal sex that can be pleasurable for both sides, especially since he is, whenever we are not having sex while drunk, very rough, and powerful during sex? Or should I just wait for another year or two to pass, for us to get the same conditions, to do it again?

I won a fight with my wife.

I'm logical. I'm respectful. She's the love of my life and I got tired of hiding the 3 side chicks. So I flat out told her. Her first reaction was anger. She claimed I didn't need anyone else, that she'd do anything they did. I shot that down quick,. They like anal, like group fun, enjoy exhibition, and piblic, and are into girl/girl. So she switched tactics and focused on dishonesty, which was fair except her opening response had been a lie that's already disproven. Red faced she went for the health risk. I pulled a key off my keychain "bottom drawer check the stack, I still test frequently and it's all dated". I explained the logic, the other 3 were purely physical release. I did things with them my wife was very clear she wasn't interested in. 3 because each introduced me to the next, and because it meant I had a chance 2 would be free that night. Absolute rage on her end but I told her I honestly I think that release valve made me a better husband. No resentment. No hate fucking. I honestly love her and could focus on her. Her retort was that if I wanted those things I could do it myself I didn't need help. That fight was last week.

Monday she told me the coffee was out. It's a small batch roaster, lives up in the mountains, peaceful hour drive. I just nodded, didn't say anything. Tuesday they reminded me again, same nod. Wednesday they got their period... I know because I time the coffee run to stop at an awesome hand crafted chocolate shop. I told you, I love her. So she's annoyed about coffee, now wants chocolate, asks when I'm going. "I'm not but please tell Jacques I said hi when you go". She presses, blames it on the fight, tries to guilt me into going. " I took your advice. I don't drink coffee, not big on chocolate, and you can do it yourself so just say hi for me". Mouth stammering, she's angry but no retort, no opening. I get a "Fine we're doing Indian tonight".  Amazing Indian place, in town, used to take her there once a month. My reply " no thanks I'm getting a pizza but I can do to go and meet you back here in 30 if you want to eat together ". Her eyes go wide and I ask if it's a bad time to mention the camping weekend this weekend with the guys. So she's got me Wednesday/Thursday and then I'm gone...

I sensed the seething rage so I explained. "You enjoyed the advantages of that release valve, loving husband, sex whenever no pressure, small batch coffee, handcrafted chocolate, Indian food, flowers weekly etc. I enjoyed the release valve.  But you put your foot down and made it clear, you can do it yourself. I gave her until Monday to decide. I'm fine with divorce. She can have half and my lawyer is on retainer. I love her but refuse to be in a position where only she benefits.

I lived two lives, regarding my sexuality.

Before getting married, I was with a guy, older than me, who from the very start made me realize, that our thing will be nothing more than sex. I became obsessed with him, since, in my mind, he was unreachable for me. He was older, very, very successful, well dressed, rich, and I felt good knowing he was spending his nights with me, out of all women out there. I was never a pretty girl, but back then, I was slim, with big breasts.

Before him, I didn't know that sex can be so amazing, that I could enjoy things I never thought to dare doing, and in the end, he was the one who introduced me to ML.

And then, nature called. I broke it off, and started dating this groom to be, and got married, all within a year. That was my second life, boring, but gentle, not exciting, but pleasing enough. Soon enough, I got fat, after my second pregnancy. He became less and less interested in me, so I came back here, looking for some kind of excitement, but you know how this place is, one things gives you a spark of interest, only for the next one to shut it down completely.

So I reached out to my former lover, and he gladly called me over, but when he saw me in the doorway, I could see he was disappointed. Had a few drinks, and he flat out told me, he can't go on with me, and that he might be shallow, but that is him, and that he is sorry. I was so desperate, to feel desired, and wanted by him, that I got on my knees, and started unbuttoning his pants. He said no, but I was resolved to do it, so he eventually let me.

It was horrible. He treated me badly, to the point, that it ended up with me, giving him a rim job, while he was bent over.

When I was leaving, he made sure to inform me, that we won't be seeing each other again.

I cried all the way back home, but I am glad this happened, since it opened my eyes. I started going to the gym, got on a diet, and now, three months later, I lost 20 pounds and feel myself again.

My husband is helping me with this, and the old spark is back.

Only thing is, that I still feel terrible for what had happened, but I guess some of us just have to learn the hard way, in order to go forward, and grow.

The room was a bit crowded at Whorefest 2024, it was mostly middle aged men lusting after younger women, but there were a few women in the crowd too. I made my way to an empty chair as a young woman stood on stage, completely naked only for the purple thigh high ‘fuck me boots she wore, I gawked at her sexy exposed perky breasts. She spoke with enthusiasm and pride, walking from the left of the stage to the right and engaging with the audience.

“It’s not about how you look, it’s about how you make me feel when you touch me. I don’t give a fuck if you’re fat, ugly, old, or whatever stereotype society has given you. You can be an old man, or even a mid-twenties businessman, or hell even a middle aged woman – I simply don’t give a fuck. We meet for pleasure, your pleasure! And my job is to satisfy your needs. I’m that slut your mom warned you about, I’m not a dinner date, I am dinner.”

Some of the audience clapped, a man next to me grunted in approval. She continued on.
“Now I know what some of you might be saying, that we’re all about using condoms and safe sex – and for a lot of people that is a really big turn off… lots of people like it raw, no barriers – and that’s why I’ve come up with various tiers on my regulars list. If you can prove to me that you’re clean, and you don’t have any diseases, you won’t have to use a condom. Hell, I’ll even let you empty your nuts inside me,” she laughs and shakes her head, “hell that’s kind of a fetish of mine. I love creampies. Of course there are requirements, I’ll definitely follow up with your doctor’s office and make sure everything is legit. Once I know, you’re in. Literally in.”
She points to her pussy, which has a tuff of dark pubic hair.

“Now you’re probably asking yourself, fuck how much is that going to cost? Bareback creampies should be affordable to everyone – so I charge a lower rate for that than most of the providers here. My prices are non-negotiable, they’re locked in for a reason – trying to barter will get you removed from my fuck list, even if you are a regular of mine.”

A few people in the crowd clapped lazily. She was trying hard to win them over.
“The raffle will begin in a few minutes, and I hope all of you get who you desire!”
I uttered, “Raffle?”

The man next to me heard me and explained, “Yeah we all got raffle tickets when we came in, check your gift bag bro.”

I thanked him and looked inside, condoms, a few weird pencils and a raffle ticket. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to listen to the lady on stage.
“Have a great rest of the evening, and fuck you later!” She blew a kiss to the audience and walked off stage, her little tits jiggling with each step.

A woman got up from the crowd, barreling towards her waving her hands, “Lucia! Lucia! Here’s my number call me!”

The woman handed her a piece of paper and Lucia smirked and winked at her, nodding in agreement.
The last speaker was an older woman, she was very reserved and had a smoker’s voice. The guy next to me was very excited as she spoke about her sexual exploits.
“I’ve always dreamed of fucking Mistress Sheila, she’s a 60 year old goddess,” he said to me blushing.

I didn’t say anything, she was a bit too old for me.
She finished talking and they started calling the raffle tickets, they called my number for Mistress Sheila, and I turned to the guy next to me, handing him the ticket, “hey you won!”
His eyes lit up as he looked at my ticket, “are you sure? Holy shit!”
Grabbed the ticket and put it up in the air, “I won!!” I patted him on the back.
He handed me his ticket, “here, I hope you get someone good if you win!”
The raffle seemed to go on forever, and there were only two ladies left, one of them was Lucia.
They called my numbers for the raffle, I won a night with Lucia. I was told to walk over to her booth to make arrangements to meet her, and I did.

Her booth was small, it had black curtains around it that I moved aside and stepped in, two security guards were just outside of the curtained booth. I saw a single chair and sat down. Lucia walked in and sat behind a desk, she was now fully clothed. She smiled at me and looked a bit nervous.
“Hi, I’m Mike,” I said nervously.

“I’m Lucia, it’s nice to meet you Mike. So you won a night with me huh?”
I smiled a bit, “I did…”

“Let’s get to know each other,” Lucia said as she picked up a pen and slide a notebook closer to her, she began writing.

It seemed like a job interview, she asked me what I did for a living, about politics, about religion, and then about my sexual preferences.

I was very forthcoming about all of the information she asked me about.
“Favorite sexual position?”

“I like it when the woman is on top so I can view her better, and touch her breasts and look into her eyes too…”

“Ah, standard cowgirl, gotcha… ok,” she penned it down.

“Any fetishes?” she asked, her eyes locking onto mine.

“Um…” I felt really nervous, “I- like…”

“You don’t need to be shy with me, Mike. I’m here for you, ok?”

I nodded, “I like the same fetish you do, cumming inside… creampies. It’s the only type of porn I like to watch – seeing a pussy filled up with cum to me is so fucking beautiful and perfect… but I know I don’t have my medical records with me, and I know that won’t happen…” I trailed off.

“Yes, creampies… feeling that pulsating dick and the rush of hot sperm pumping deep in me, there’s nothing like it… so I understand, but yes we will be wearing protection, ok? You can cum inside of me with a condom on.”

I nodded, “I totally understand, and I feel the same way about it.”

“How old are you, Mike?”

“I’m 52 years old, getting older, how old are you?” I asked.
She smirked a little, “I just turned 22, you dirty old man. Oh don’t worry, I like older men – with your peppery hair and refined look. Hell, I’d probably hit on you if I saw you at a bar.”

Lucia took out a business card and wrote on the back of it, “Meet me here at 8:00 tonight. I’ll take you out to eat – my treat, and then we’ll head back to my hotel and have some fun.”

I took the card and saw the address she wanted me to meet her at, she put a heart around it.
I went back home and cleaned up, took a nice warm shower and made sure I was ready for action. I opened up my bottle of Cialis and took one, then thought about wanting to be ultra hard for her so I took another pill and broke it in half and took it too.

Lucia had a limo pick me up at my hotel, when I opened the door I didn’t expect her to be inside, but she was. I was greeted with a hug and a kiss, “Mike! This is going to be so much fun!!”

We had a great dinner and a great conversation. I asked her if there were any other rules I needed to know, like if kissing was allowed. She was very open and kind, it really did seem like we were on a date getting to know each other.

“A lot of providers don’t allow kissing, but to me – that’s the spark. A lot of them don’t like it because it’s too intimate and they’ll get feelings for their clients, but that’s exactly what I want. I want to have feelings – I don’t want to be dead inside about the people I’m fucking.”

I was stunned by how mature she was, and even wondered how the hell she could afford such a luxurious restaurant.

“You must have a lot of clients to afford eating here… it’s easily $250 a plate…” I said, trying not to be offensive.

“I actually am pretty new to the whole scene, just been in it for 4 months. Thing about me is, this isn’t a job it’s a hobby. I don’t even have to work, my family is rich as hell. Perhaps this is my act of rebellion, but it’s a rebellion that is fun!” She laughed and took a sip of wine, “let’s go back to my room Mike….”

The limousine drove Lucia and I to her hotel, she had a very fancy p********ial suite. I watched her walk over to her bed, and let her short black leather skirt fall to the floor, and then she pulled her top off over her head. She sat on the bed and spread her legs.

“Are you afraid?” She said grinning, sliding a slender finger down her clitoris and into her pussy. My cock jumped, as if to say “what the fuck are you doing dude, get in there!”

I pulled my clothing off as quickly as I could, stumbling to the bed as Lucia kept using her finger to play with herself. My cock throbbed, so my hand instinctively gripped onto it and I started stroking to her.

“ohhh no, you bad boy, you’re not getting off that easy!” she leaned over and put the finger she was playing with herself inside my mouth. I felt her soft warm hand clasp on to my cock and start tugging it gently. Her mouth met mine, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth – we both moaned in pleasure.

Lucia pushed me down onto the bed and she started kissing my nipples, then my belly all the way down to my cock. I felt her wet warm mouth take all of me inside her. Her soft hands gripped my waist as her head bobbed up and down frantically. She came up for air, licking the tip of my dick, playing with the precum.

“Fuck you’re hard, such a nice dick!” she started tugging on it and sucking it at the same time, looking up at me, making eye contact – I was hooked. This woman was amazing. I stopped her, and pushed her down on the bed, spreading her legs open wide. I licked her erect nipples, and made my way down to her navel – she giggled as my tongue tickled her. I pushed her legs back more and my face dove into her sweet glistening pussy, my tongue lapping at her clit, and occasionally diving into her cunt hole. She smelled and tasted great, she was sweet, like honey.

Her body began to convulse, and she screamed out “FUCK!!! MIKE HOLY FUCK!”

Lucia nearly passed out, so I stopped licking her and cuddled into her as she recovered.
“Holy fuck, who are you?” she asked groggily.

I just chuckled. I felt her hand on my chest as she rested her head on my arm. I kissed her forehead and just relaxed. She began to stroke my cock softly, our lips met again, and she climbed on top of me. I felt her tight little dripping pussy slowly swallow my cock.

“Oh shit, the condom?” I said as she looked deep into my soul.
“Fuck the condom,” Her mouth was on mine as she started riding me, her small tits jiggling on my chest.

I could feel her energy, so sexual, so young, so loving, it was tantric. She moaned as my cock pushed deeper inside of her, I could feel her pussy muscles milking my cock as she slid it in and out of her.
“You feel so perfect,” I said, panting cupping her little tits in the palms of my hands.
“So do you…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering as she quickened the pace of her thrusts.
I pushed upwards with each thrust to go deeper, she was so tight I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t. I grabbed on to her waist, then her ass and I felt my cock start to throb, the warmth of my cum sprayed deep inside of her, the ejaculations pushing the limits of my consciousness, I held her tightly as she drained every single drop. She collapsed on top of me and we both fell asleep.
We woke up in the morning and kissed, had coffee and ended up spending the day together. She didn’t want me to leave, and I didn’t want to leave either…. So I don’t know where this is going to take either of us, but it’s definitely going to be one hell of a ride.

*Yes, this story is fiction. Parts of it were taken from my own personal life – but no, I never met a woman at a place called WhoreFest lol. I hope everyone enjoyed the read. Peace!

A while ago, my wife left me for another man - our relationship wasn't the best and we both knew it was over. It was a depressing time and it took me a while to get over the divorce. Luckily no kids were involved (even after 15 years of marriage). I coasted through life, turned 50, and really wasn't looking for a serious relationship... until I met this beautiful 24-year-old French girl, who was an art student visiting the USA.
I was a regular to a small dive of a coffee shop, I'd go in there and kick back, read a book and drink some coffee. She was in there a lot too. Eventually she approached me and talked to me.
"You know there's nothing more attractive than a guy reading a book... My name is Reine." She said in broken English with a heavy French accent. (It turns out her name means Queen in French)
I must have blushed, I wasn't used to talking to super attractive women at all - in fact most of the time if I was lonely I'd just find some ugly slut to fuck, or try Tinder which usually resulted in ugly sluts lol.
We talked for a while, got to know each other and she told me she's always had a kink for older men.
We started dating, I told her "You know I'm 26 years older than you so if we're still together when you're 50 I'll be 76 or dead."
She laughed it off, "We'll worry about that if and when we get there. Okay?"
I fell hard for her, I was head over heels in love. She was sweet, charming, and paid attention to me. What more could a guy ask for?
After a few days of getting to know her, we fucked - and let me tell you I've never had any sex that compared to what I've experienced with her. There was energy involved, it was like both of our souls met on a higher level and nothing else mattered.
I warned her that I was getting older, and I got some Cialis to make sure I could stay nice and hard for her.
It was probably about the fifth time we were fucking and she looked into my eyes as I plunged into her and spoke some French, but then translated it into English:
"I don't want you to pull out of me when you cum, I want you inside of me... deep inside of me forever my love."
I paused and all kinds of things flooded into my mind, especially if she was on birth control - and then I leaned forward and kissed her as I began thrusting into her beautiful body. I came deep inside of her, and she held me tight as my cum sprayed into her tight pussy.
It turns out, she had a creampie fetish - a breeding fetish.
This went on for months, and she ended up moving in with me. I'd fuck her almost daily, unless she was on her period. One day she looked a bit concerned and seemed to shut down, and she wouldn't talk to me about what the problem was. I went to work, and when I came back there was a note on the table from her.
"I didn't want to tell you, but I am pregnant and my visa has expired and it needs to be renewed so I need to return to France, I already had a flight booked and I was afraid to tell you. I love you very much and I don't know what to do. You are the most perfect man I have ever met, and I hope one day to be called your wife... but for now, I will return to France and get the visa renewed. I hate leaving you like this, it's stupid of me I know. But if you knew I was pregnant and returning to France, you would have stopped me. I will text you when I land and we will make plans to be together my love.
Always yours,
Reine"
I had a panic attack. I texted her, called her, and nothing. Days passed and depression set in for me.
While I loved this woman with all of my heart, I knew nothing about her family, or where she lived in France. All of her clothing was gone, and she didn't have too many personal items...
Sometimes we would sext each other when I was at work, and that's where the picture came from. I just miss her - and I have even thought about going to France to look for her - but how the hell would I even find her? It's such a big country. I don't even know what city or town she's from.
It all came to a head and I was about to do something stupid and hurt myself (hey depression sucks - and being this in love with someone... well it's like having your guts ripped out)... but I finally heard from her yesterday:
"I'm coming back, but I want you to promise me that we can be married. My father and mother disowned me, they're heavily Catholic. I am sorry I left the way I did, I am sorry for hurting you the way I did, I was just in a bad place - being pregnant, and knowing I have to tell my parents. I will see you soon, I still have a key."
Of course, I texted her back like "WTF WHERE ARE YOU" - hell I don't even know why I'm doing this - maybe out of revenge... but maybe for advice - she's so fucking stunning looking, she's so talented too. I'm broken without her, but I do know that will eventually pass - yet it's so hard to deal with such a loss. Sorry for rambling. Yeah I'll take her back... I might delete this later.

I fucked my wife's friend.

She is, actually my SIL's friend, but my wife knows her, as well. She is a very beautiful brunette, I think she is 39, slim, with big tits, and all in all great figure. I am married for a long time, and my wife and her sister are very close, so I heard a few things about her friend - she was unhappy in marriage, cheating frequently, and all this was said in the tone of "she is acting like a slut".

And she was always super flirty with everyone, even me, but I guessed that is just how she is, never gave any extra thought to it, until she started going to my gym.

Talked to her a few times, she was giggly, flirty, like always. I must admit, I did position myself to get as much eye candy while she worked out, what can one do, I am a man after all. Soon enough she started asking me for advice, on how to do certain exercises, and I gladly helped, and, we started working out together, where we would even text back and forth, and schedule our next sessions.

I told this to my wife, didn't want her to find out any other way, and she didn't mind. Well, that was a mistake.

This woman wanted me, and she didn't hesitate to make that clear to me. I was in doubt, with a clear head, I would never do it, but our sexual desires are hard to control, especially when we have someone just offering themselves to us.

So, one evening, after our work out, I asked her to come over for coffee. She asked if my wife is busy, will we be bothering her, and when I responded that her and the kids are away for the weekend, she said yes.

We both knew what was gonna happen, and as soon as we got in, started kissing. I couldn't hold myself, I bent her over on the sofa, and pulled her leggings down. I wanted to eat her sweat soaked pussy and ass, but when I ran my hand over her lips, she was wet as a fountain. So, no time for that, and I just stuck my cock in her.

I fucked her hard, fast, with full thrusts in and out, while slapping her ass. Oh, how hard she moaned. In the end, I pulled out, and came all over her ass, making sure to cover both of her cheeks. She smiled, pulled her leggings up, without even wiping, kissed me, and said she has to go, her husband is waiting for her.

At that point, I didn't care what will happen. I figured, this is a start of something, that I will fuck her many times, even started going through scenarios of what I might do next, got hard again, and even jerked off, the same night.

Well, tomorrow morning, she texted me that she is changing gyms, and that she wanted to thank me for all the help I gave her in her work out routine.

I think she got cold feet, being afraid that if this comes out, she will lose all of her friends, and that is true.

And I am left here, thinking of all the things I could do to her, that night, that I missed out on. Still, can't complain, had sex with a hot woman, what more can one ask.