Peter only got a peck on the cheek. No attraction at all. Totally full of himself and was only invited to mine as we were both bored and wanted company.
Jon was a 20 year old local guy. Very good looking and had a cheeky smile. I can't remember much about that night apart from the fact he couldn't get over the size of my boobs. From what I do remember we had quite a giggle and then never saw each other again.
My cheeky number 17.
Patrick was an older guy. I think he was about 45 but he could have been older. Married and was a massage therapist with a fetish.
We chatted for a week or so and he told me he was really into spanking. He liked well rounded bottoms...I fit the bill.
He arrived one morning and we went straight upstairs. He took down my jeans and rubbed my backside. He then gave it a sharp slap. He then picked up my hairbrush and told me I was getting 12 smacks on each butt cheek and I had to count out loud as I got them. Well they got harder and harder and after 12 I was feeling light headed. It was quite a turn on though and as he started the next 12 I was rubbing my clit faster and faster. I came as I got to number 12 and as I did so he stuck his short stubby cock inside me whilst he fingered my arsehole. He was telling me what a naughty whore I was and then he took out his cock and roughly shoved it in my arse. It didn't take long for him to cum and he squirted it all over my red raw cheeks.
My kinky number 18.
David was a double glazing salesman. He was funny to chat to as he was really upfront and pervy. He had a girlfriend but that didn't bother me.
I'd been boasting about my love of blow jobs and he told me to prove it......a day later he was cumming all over my face.
Tuesday 15 November 2011
Tuesday 8 November 2011
All these memories....
....have been making me very horny. Shame my fella hasn't been around much to help me out (we don't yet live together). It's had to be self love only so far this week (apart from when I saw him on Sunday night and gave him a lovely long bj and he gave me a fab orgasm).
He has no idea I've started writing all my memories down...well actually he had idea what a whore I was before we met. He's never asked how many men I've slept with, although he knows I did see a few different guys in the 2 years after my ex husband and I split up. I'm a bit nervous of his reaction, so that's why I've never told him and he's not one for asking lots of questions. All he knows is that I love sucking cock and that I must have practiced quite a bit as he says I'm amazing at it (but then guys pretty much always say that).
Anyway, I'm seeing him tonight...... ;0)
He has no idea I've started writing all my memories down...well actually he had idea what a whore I was before we met. He's never asked how many men I've slept with, although he knows I did see a few different guys in the 2 years after my ex husband and I split up. I'm a bit nervous of his reaction, so that's why I've never told him and he's not one for asking lots of questions. All he knows is that I love sucking cock and that I must have practiced quite a bit as he says I'm amazing at it (but then guys pretty much always say that).
Anyway, I'm seeing him tonight...... ;0)
Sunday 6 November 2011
The men with no names
I'm a bad bad girl.....This next guy is known as the "blond guy", on my sordid list. I was chatting with him online, he said he was horny, I invited him over, made him cum all over my face and he left. I don't even know his name.
This rather unattractive guy is on my list due to a moment of madness. Again, this one is nameless I'm afraid (I think I did know his name but have erased it from memory...unlike the sex). I was chatting online with a few different friends when a guy got in touch and it turned out he lived in my village. He had a photo on his profile, it was a bit hazy, but I was bored and suggested he come over. In walks this guy who I found totally unattractive. So why didn't I make an excuse and ask him to leave? I have no clue.
We go upstairs, he lies on my bed and I go down on him. I swear this is the truth, I sucked his cock for no more than 10 seconds and he came. I was stunned but put it down to my skills, lol.. He apologised and said that was normal for him. Ooookay, I thought, what now? He insisted if I carried on he'd be ready to go again soon. So down I went again wondering what the hell I was doing this for and again, no word of a lie, he came after about a minute. Now this has NEVER happened to me before. I was so stunned I started laughing.
I sat on the bed and stated hinting that maybe he'd like to go home now, but he said he'd be ready again soon and he'd like us to have sex. By this time I was wondering if he'd not had many women and was just getting over excited. So on I got, riding his cock for about..oooh, maybe 2 mins at most and he starts shuddering...he's cum again. Now this was madness, I thought. We lay on my bed, making small talk and just when I thought he was gearing up to leave, he asked if it was okay if he wanked over my boobs. Speechless is an understatement, so I just nodded and off he popped again, dribbling cum all over me. The guy came 4 times in less than 20 mins. After that I told him I was going to bed. He left. I saw him in the street a couple of times but pretended I hadn't seen him...what a bitch I am. My over excited number 16.
This rather unattractive guy is on my list due to a moment of madness. Again, this one is nameless I'm afraid (I think I did know his name but have erased it from memory...unlike the sex). I was chatting online with a few different friends when a guy got in touch and it turned out he lived in my village. He had a photo on his profile, it was a bit hazy, but I was bored and suggested he come over. In walks this guy who I found totally unattractive. So why didn't I make an excuse and ask him to leave? I have no clue.
We go upstairs, he lies on my bed and I go down on him. I swear this is the truth, I sucked his cock for no more than 10 seconds and he came. I was stunned but put it down to my skills, lol.. He apologised and said that was normal for him. Ooookay, I thought, what now? He insisted if I carried on he'd be ready to go again soon. So down I went again wondering what the hell I was doing this for and again, no word of a lie, he came after about a minute. Now this has NEVER happened to me before. I was so stunned I started laughing.
I sat on the bed and stated hinting that maybe he'd like to go home now, but he said he'd be ready again soon and he'd like us to have sex. By this time I was wondering if he'd not had many women and was just getting over excited. So on I got, riding his cock for about..oooh, maybe 2 mins at most and he starts shuddering...he's cum again. Now this was madness, I thought. We lay on my bed, making small talk and just when I thought he was gearing up to leave, he asked if it was okay if he wanked over my boobs. Speechless is an understatement, so I just nodded and off he popped again, dribbling cum all over me. The guy came 4 times in less than 20 mins. After that I told him I was going to bed. He left. I saw him in the street a couple of times but pretended I hadn't seen him...what a bitch I am. My over excited number 16.
A new low
Now I'm not going to sit here and tell you all the guys I've been with up to now were single. They all told me they were but I wouldn't have known if they'd had girlfriends.
Therefore this next guy gave me a bit of a surprise.
Warren and I had met through the first larger lady site I'd joined. For the first couple of weeks we chatted as friends, emailing back and forth about our day etc. After about a month, it became flirty and then downright suggestive. I was really into this guy, he was everything I wanted......but we never swapped numbers and he told me he didn't have msn and couldn't work out how to install it. Now maybe alarm bells should have been ringing, but they didn't. Well in one of my emails I casually asked him how long he'd been single (not sure why it hadn't come up before) and that's when he dropped the bombshell.....he was in a long term relationship. He'd joined the site because he'd always had a thing about bigger women but was in a relationship with a slim woman. He said he'd gone on there to find friends...I informed him you don't tend to go on dating sites to find a friend. We didn't speak for a week, I told him I was gutted and to leave me alone.
I missed him though. I looked forward to his emails so much. I emailed him to tell him it was a mistake not to tell me but we could still chat as friends. He agreed but over the next few weeks it gradually got flirty again (I'm not proud of the fact I was flirting with a taken man and it sadly wouldn't be the last time either). He told me he was heading my way one day and I casually invited him for a coffee. He knocked at my door and after a little initial awkwardness we were chatting away like we had in our emails. We sat at the dining table and held hands. Half an hour later we kissed. He left for home. We carried on emailing. He came over again, this time we kissed the whole time he was here. He could never stay for long. He left for home. His third visit, I was fresh out the shower and in my dressing gown. He walked in and as we kissed my gown fell open. He ran his hands over my body. We moved to the kitchen to get a drink, chatted for a while and then kissed again, this time with more passion than ever before. He opened my dressing gown and reached down to touch my pussy, gently stroking me. But that's as far as is went. I wanted him so much but that was the last time he came over. I can't remember the emails after that, maybe I was getting stroppy about him being in a relationship..I just don't know. I'm not even sure that his name was really Warren. He was a bit of a mystery.
Gary was a guy with a fetish. We got chatting and he was open about the fact he was newly married. He also told me he had a girlfriend. He'd been with his girlfriend since college but had met and married another woman. His girlfriend knew about the wife and was happy with the arrangement. His wife knew nothing. He had normal bog standard sex with his wife but liked it kinky with his gf. He liked to be submissive. He liked to be smacked about. To be walked on. To have his balls grabbed tightly and smacked. He liked candlewax and being tied up.
We emailed each other and he'd tell me what he'd been up to and then he asked if I'd meet up with him. Now I was now going through a pretty bad stage....I couldn't care less if the men were single, attached or married...if I wanted them and they were up for it, then it was on. I agreed to meeting him and we had mildly kinky sex in the middle of the afternoon. I smacked him about a bit, put my hands around his neck, smacked him in the balls...but he didn't turn me on at all. I sat on his cock, made him cum and off he went. Nothing impressive. Number 15.
Therefore this next guy gave me a bit of a surprise.
Warren and I had met through the first larger lady site I'd joined. For the first couple of weeks we chatted as friends, emailing back and forth about our day etc. After about a month, it became flirty and then downright suggestive. I was really into this guy, he was everything I wanted......but we never swapped numbers and he told me he didn't have msn and couldn't work out how to install it. Now maybe alarm bells should have been ringing, but they didn't. Well in one of my emails I casually asked him how long he'd been single (not sure why it hadn't come up before) and that's when he dropped the bombshell.....he was in a long term relationship. He'd joined the site because he'd always had a thing about bigger women but was in a relationship with a slim woman. He said he'd gone on there to find friends...I informed him you don't tend to go on dating sites to find a friend. We didn't speak for a week, I told him I was gutted and to leave me alone.
I missed him though. I looked forward to his emails so much. I emailed him to tell him it was a mistake not to tell me but we could still chat as friends. He agreed but over the next few weeks it gradually got flirty again (I'm not proud of the fact I was flirting with a taken man and it sadly wouldn't be the last time either). He told me he was heading my way one day and I casually invited him for a coffee. He knocked at my door and after a little initial awkwardness we were chatting away like we had in our emails. We sat at the dining table and held hands. Half an hour later we kissed. He left for home. We carried on emailing. He came over again, this time we kissed the whole time he was here. He could never stay for long. He left for home. His third visit, I was fresh out the shower and in my dressing gown. He walked in and as we kissed my gown fell open. He ran his hands over my body. We moved to the kitchen to get a drink, chatted for a while and then kissed again, this time with more passion than ever before. He opened my dressing gown and reached down to touch my pussy, gently stroking me. But that's as far as is went. I wanted him so much but that was the last time he came over. I can't remember the emails after that, maybe I was getting stroppy about him being in a relationship..I just don't know. I'm not even sure that his name was really Warren. He was a bit of a mystery.
Gary was a guy with a fetish. We got chatting and he was open about the fact he was newly married. He also told me he had a girlfriend. He'd been with his girlfriend since college but had met and married another woman. His girlfriend knew about the wife and was happy with the arrangement. His wife knew nothing. He had normal bog standard sex with his wife but liked it kinky with his gf. He liked to be submissive. He liked to be smacked about. To be walked on. To have his balls grabbed tightly and smacked. He liked candlewax and being tied up.
We emailed each other and he'd tell me what he'd been up to and then he asked if I'd meet up with him. Now I was now going through a pretty bad stage....I couldn't care less if the men were single, attached or married...if I wanted them and they were up for it, then it was on. I agreed to meeting him and we had mildly kinky sex in the middle of the afternoon. I smacked him about a bit, put my hands around his neck, smacked him in the balls...but he didn't turn me on at all. I sat on his cock, made him cum and off he went. Nothing impressive. Number 15.
I'd had a taste and wanted more
My last conquest may not have gone as I expected, but I'd had a cock in my mouth and needed that to happen again.
Jamie was a local guy, he worked for DHL, shift worker, was an msn buddy but not on cam (he used msn at work). Not great looking but covered in tattoos and piercings, so quite sexy really. He said it like it was, slept around and liked the fact I was up for no string sex. We met up many times. Sometimes he'd tell me he was just leaving work and he was wanting a quick bj. Other times he'd be finishing at 2am and I'd leave the door open for him. He's come upstairs fuck me and leave. There wasn't much in it for me and I don't think I ever came with him, but he knew how I liked it and I had great orgasms once he'd left. He'd be bossy and tell me to get to my knees as he walked through the door getting his cock out. He'd tell me he was only fucking me in my arse because the tighter the better. He was a total bastard but it was very horny sex. We were fuck buddies for about 6 months. I didn't want anything more from him. We used each other and that was the way we liked it. My horny number 14.
Jamie was a local guy, he worked for DHL, shift worker, was an msn buddy but not on cam (he used msn at work). Not great looking but covered in tattoos and piercings, so quite sexy really. He said it like it was, slept around and liked the fact I was up for no string sex. We met up many times. Sometimes he'd tell me he was just leaving work and he was wanting a quick bj. Other times he'd be finishing at 2am and I'd leave the door open for him. He's come upstairs fuck me and leave. There wasn't much in it for me and I don't think I ever came with him, but he knew how I liked it and I had great orgasms once he'd left. He'd be bossy and tell me to get to my knees as he walked through the door getting his cock out. He'd tell me he was only fucking me in my arse because the tighter the better. He was a total bastard but it was very horny sex. We were fuck buddies for about 6 months. I didn't want anything more from him. We used each other and that was the way we liked it. My horny number 14.
Sensitive to the extreme
After a few months of complete filth, I decided to try and calm things down, at least on the real life cock front...I was still being a cam slut.
I began chatting to this lovely guy called James.Yet another London guy. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, musical, chatty and for some daft reason, quite smitten with me (well I'd not told him about my sordid antics).
We'd been chatting for about a month when we decided he should come and visit me. Now we'd not been dirty on cam with each other and had only done a little bit of smutty talk. This was because we were both quite keen on each other and didn't want to go down that path until we'd met up properly.
I picked him up from the station and was wowed by how gorgeous he was. He seemed a bit shy but we soon broke the ice and it was all going really well. We went out and had a meal, came home, wine was flowing and then we kissed. It was tender, sweet and lovely. Hmmmm, I already had slight alarm bells in my head...was this guy just going to be too tender, sweet and lovely...when I knew I liked filth.
At bedtime, we climbed into bed and started kissing. My boobs got his full attention, I think he got lost in them for a while. I moved my hand down to feel his cock and gently held it, stroked it and felt it grow in my hand. Not bad I thought. It had been a little while since a cock had passed my lips and I was hungry for it. I put my head under the covers and took him in my mouth and as I did he winced. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I asked. He explained that he had an ultra sensitive cock and so I assured him I'd be really gentle. Well I was licking him so softly and he was flinching all the time. This is bloody silly, I thought. I was hardly touching him...what the hell is the sex going to be like? Pretty damn crap as it happened. He seemed to be okay with a condom on and we did it in a few different positions, but I was totally put off by now and once he'd cum I went straight to sleep. The next morning I couldn't get him to the station fast enough. My number 13 that didn't like head....goodbye.
I began chatting to this lovely guy called James.Yet another London guy. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, musical, chatty and for some daft reason, quite smitten with me (well I'd not told him about my sordid antics).
We'd been chatting for about a month when we decided he should come and visit me. Now we'd not been dirty on cam with each other and had only done a little bit of smutty talk. This was because we were both quite keen on each other and didn't want to go down that path until we'd met up properly.
I picked him up from the station and was wowed by how gorgeous he was. He seemed a bit shy but we soon broke the ice and it was all going really well. We went out and had a meal, came home, wine was flowing and then we kissed. It was tender, sweet and lovely. Hmmmm, I already had slight alarm bells in my head...was this guy just going to be too tender, sweet and lovely...when I knew I liked filth.
At bedtime, we climbed into bed and started kissing. My boobs got his full attention, I think he got lost in them for a while. I moved my hand down to feel his cock and gently held it, stroked it and felt it grow in my hand. Not bad I thought. It had been a little while since a cock had passed my lips and I was hungry for it. I put my head under the covers and took him in my mouth and as I did he winced. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I asked. He explained that he had an ultra sensitive cock and so I assured him I'd be really gentle. Well I was licking him so softly and he was flinching all the time. This is bloody silly, I thought. I was hardly touching him...what the hell is the sex going to be like? Pretty damn crap as it happened. He seemed to be okay with a condom on and we did it in a few different positions, but I was totally put off by now and once he'd cum I went straight to sleep. The next morning I couldn't get him to the station fast enough. My number 13 that didn't like head....goodbye.
When did this all change?
My ex didn't like any kind of bum play on himself but helped me out when I wanted to try on myself. He was of the generation that thought men's bums were kinda out of bounds (unless you were gay, obviously).
As far as I was concerned it was each to their own.
Chatting to two different young lads online, I discovered that bum play was becoming quite popular and both of these two wanted me to help them with this.
As it wasn't long since I'd helped Carl (number 11) with this, I didn't bat an eyelid and they were both up for meeting me.
Stephen was a 21 year old chef. He told me he was bisexual but only in the way that he didn't care who sucked his cock...male or female. I was a little surprised by this but thought it was great (one of my fantasies is to watch 2 men together). Anyway, he arrived at my house and we wasted no time, he was stripped and on my bed within minutes. I really enjoyed sucking him off...he was very vocal and I loved hearing him moaning with pleasure. As with Carl, I licked around Stephen's arsehole and slowly put my finger in. He loved it. Toys were next. He started off small but asked for the larger one. He wanted to be fucked in the arse and I obliged. It was then my turn and he got my biggest dido out and roughly fucked my pussy with it. He was really into it and it wasn't long before he had me on all fours, fucking me doggy style. He didn't stay for long and neither did I want him to. Number 12...done.
Weaver was a very young looking 20 year old. He had the cutest smile and was always horny. He liked to go on cam and wank while I watched him. One day he bent over and fingered his own arse...that's different, I thought. He asked if I was shocked...I assured him nothing really shocked me now.
We chatted for a few weeks and eventually he came over one night. He was adorable but not in any way sexy. Still, I had promised him a bit of fun and I wasn't about to go back on my word. He couldn't kiss for toffee, sloppy, messy and inexperienced. I told him to lie back while I showed him what a real woman could do. His eyes were nearly popping out his head. I held him off for about half an hour, fingering his arse, sucking him hard and deep until he was ready to cum all over my face. Nobody has ever thanked me as much as he did. I think he rather enjoyed himself. And with that I sent him on his merry way. He used to message me quite a lot, wanting a repeat performance...I just told him I was seeing someone and he eventually stopped getting in touch. Sweet lad.
As far as I was concerned it was each to their own.
Chatting to two different young lads online, I discovered that bum play was becoming quite popular and both of these two wanted me to help them with this.
As it wasn't long since I'd helped Carl (number 11) with this, I didn't bat an eyelid and they were both up for meeting me.
Stephen was a 21 year old chef. He told me he was bisexual but only in the way that he didn't care who sucked his cock...male or female. I was a little surprised by this but thought it was great (one of my fantasies is to watch 2 men together). Anyway, he arrived at my house and we wasted no time, he was stripped and on my bed within minutes. I really enjoyed sucking him off...he was very vocal and I loved hearing him moaning with pleasure. As with Carl, I licked around Stephen's arsehole and slowly put my finger in. He loved it. Toys were next. He started off small but asked for the larger one. He wanted to be fucked in the arse and I obliged. It was then my turn and he got my biggest dido out and roughly fucked my pussy with it. He was really into it and it wasn't long before he had me on all fours, fucking me doggy style. He didn't stay for long and neither did I want him to. Number 12...done.
Weaver was a very young looking 20 year old. He had the cutest smile and was always horny. He liked to go on cam and wank while I watched him. One day he bent over and fingered his own arse...that's different, I thought. He asked if I was shocked...I assured him nothing really shocked me now.
We chatted for a few weeks and eventually he came over one night. He was adorable but not in any way sexy. Still, I had promised him a bit of fun and I wasn't about to go back on my word. He couldn't kiss for toffee, sloppy, messy and inexperienced. I told him to lie back while I showed him what a real woman could do. His eyes were nearly popping out his head. I held him off for about half an hour, fingering his arse, sucking him hard and deep until he was ready to cum all over my face. Nobody has ever thanked me as much as he did. I think he rather enjoyed himself. And with that I sent him on his merry way. He used to message me quite a lot, wanting a repeat performance...I just told him I was seeing someone and he eventually stopped getting in touch. Sweet lad.
Saturday 5 November 2011
3 in 1
Sadly the title isn't meaning a foursome....but it is describing a very funny day I had.
I had a free day, kids were with their dad and I was horny as hell.
I needed a quick no hassle fuck. Just at that time a message came through from Chris (number 8, train guy). Soon I was over at his house riding him hard while he had a hand over my mouth so as not to disturb his neighbours. He wasn't a great lover but he had a nice average sized cock and that's all I needed.
I was back home by 10.30am, when the phone rang. It was Harvey (number 6, small cock). He'd text me the day before to see if I'd be around and I'd forgotten all about it. He was on his way. So after a quick shower I was ready and raring to go. Two guys in one day, you dirty bitch, I thought to myself.. Sure enough, an hour later he was there and we went straight upstairs for a pretty average fuck. He came, he left.
I was pretty shocked at what I'd done but soon got over it and lay on my bed playing with myself and made myself cum a couple of times just thinking about how much of a whore I'd become.
I'd been chatting with a guy called Carl who only lived 10 mins away. He messaged me that afternoon, asking if I'd like to meet up that night. He wanted me to do something he'd not experienced before....finger/toy up his backside. Ooooh, another first for me.....yes to that. I had another shower, went on msn for a while and performed for 3 different men on cam...separately this time though. So the number of men I'd helped cum today was now up to 5. Way to go me.
Carl arrived that night looking nervous. I took him straight upstairs to calm him down with a nice bj....aren't I kind? lol.
I asked him if he still wanted me to do what he'd asked and he said yes. I licked around his arsehole and slowly slid in my finger. He gasped but his cock went so solid, I knew he liked it. I sucked and wanked his cock while fingering his hole and he was in ecstasy. I got my small toy, lubed it up and slowly put it inside him. I fucked him as I deep throated him. He was almost ready to cum. He told me to stop as he wanted me to ride him until he came...and so I did. He was number 11.
3 cocks inside me in one day...total slut.
I had a free day, kids were with their dad and I was horny as hell.
I needed a quick no hassle fuck. Just at that time a message came through from Chris (number 8, train guy). Soon I was over at his house riding him hard while he had a hand over my mouth so as not to disturb his neighbours. He wasn't a great lover but he had a nice average sized cock and that's all I needed.
I was back home by 10.30am, when the phone rang. It was Harvey (number 6, small cock). He'd text me the day before to see if I'd be around and I'd forgotten all about it. He was on his way. So after a quick shower I was ready and raring to go. Two guys in one day, you dirty bitch, I thought to myself.. Sure enough, an hour later he was there and we went straight upstairs for a pretty average fuck. He came, he left.
I was pretty shocked at what I'd done but soon got over it and lay on my bed playing with myself and made myself cum a couple of times just thinking about how much of a whore I'd become.
I'd been chatting with a guy called Carl who only lived 10 mins away. He messaged me that afternoon, asking if I'd like to meet up that night. He wanted me to do something he'd not experienced before....finger/toy up his backside. Ooooh, another first for me.....yes to that. I had another shower, went on msn for a while and performed for 3 different men on cam...separately this time though. So the number of men I'd helped cum today was now up to 5. Way to go me.
Carl arrived that night looking nervous. I took him straight upstairs to calm him down with a nice bj....aren't I kind? lol.
I asked him if he still wanted me to do what he'd asked and he said yes. I licked around his arsehole and slowly slid in my finger. He gasped but his cock went so solid, I knew he liked it. I sucked and wanked his cock while fingering his hole and he was in ecstasy. I got my small toy, lubed it up and slowly put it inside him. I fucked him as I deep throated him. He was almost ready to cum. He told me to stop as he wanted me to ride him until he came...and so I did. He was number 11.
3 cocks inside me in one day...total slut.
Younger men...yum yum.
Flirting away on a very nasty little hook up site, I began chatting to a guy who was 22. The son of a policeman and a spoilt little kid.....I didn't care, he was gorgeous. He arrived with a bottle of booze in each hand and after an hour of drinking and chatting, his face was buried in my pussy while we lay on my lounge floor. He was young, fit and full of stamina. I got carpet burn on my arse cheeks. Can't remember much else about it.
His name was Luther and he was my number 9.
Now the next one took some beating. I got chatting to Chris who was 21, a musician and very cute looking. He arrived on my doorstep and within half an hour we were snogging on the sofa.
We went up to my room and started stripping and touching each other. For a younger guy, he sure knew what he was doing. He asked me if I had any toys, I nodded towards the drawer. He chose the biggest dildo I had and began fucking me with it. He got me to suck it clean every few seconds. He asked if I'd ever had both holes filled at the same time. I told him I had but only using the very small toy up my arse while my ex screwed my pussy. He said he wanted to fuck my arse while he fucked me with my massive dildo. Sounded like a good idea to me. While on my back he lifted my legs and fingered my arsehole, getting it ready for his large cock. He eased inside me, short shallow strokes at first and then long and hard. He then slowly eased the dildo into my pussy. I nearly came there and then. It was the most incredible feeling ever. I had 2 large cocks inside me and began rubbing my clit. His rhythm was perfect. He held the dildo deep inside me as he fucked my arse harder and harder. I told him I was close to exploding and he fucked me even harder. I orgasmed so hard I nearly fainted. It was the best fuck of my life so far.
Half an hour later, after we'd both woken from a doze. He asked if I was ready to go again. I took his cock in my mouth eagerly and then decided my pussy felt too empty, so climbed on top. I had him so deep inside me, it was fantastic.
In the early hours of the morning, I awoke to find him fingering me. Without saying a word he climbed on top of me and fucked my pussy.
He left an hour later, it was still dark. He was my incredible lover number 10.
His name was Luther and he was my number 9.
Now the next one took some beating. I got chatting to Chris who was 21, a musician and very cute looking. He arrived on my doorstep and within half an hour we were snogging on the sofa.
We went up to my room and started stripping and touching each other. For a younger guy, he sure knew what he was doing. He asked me if I had any toys, I nodded towards the drawer. He chose the biggest dildo I had and began fucking me with it. He got me to suck it clean every few seconds. He asked if I'd ever had both holes filled at the same time. I told him I had but only using the very small toy up my arse while my ex screwed my pussy. He said he wanted to fuck my arse while he fucked me with my massive dildo. Sounded like a good idea to me. While on my back he lifted my legs and fingered my arsehole, getting it ready for his large cock. He eased inside me, short shallow strokes at first and then long and hard. He then slowly eased the dildo into my pussy. I nearly came there and then. It was the most incredible feeling ever. I had 2 large cocks inside me and began rubbing my clit. His rhythm was perfect. He held the dildo deep inside me as he fucked my arse harder and harder. I told him I was close to exploding and he fucked me even harder. I orgasmed so hard I nearly fainted. It was the best fuck of my life so far.
Half an hour later, after we'd both woken from a doze. He asked if I was ready to go again. I took his cock in my mouth eagerly and then decided my pussy felt too empty, so climbed on top. I had him so deep inside me, it was fantastic.
In the early hours of the morning, I awoke to find him fingering me. Without saying a word he climbed on top of me and fucked my pussy.
He left an hour later, it was still dark. He was my incredible lover number 10.
She's on a roll
So now I've had 7 men (just a BJ doesn't count in my book).
If a day went by where I didn't get some cock action either in real life or on cam, I was disappointed. I wanted attention off these guys. I wanted them to want me.
Even back then I saw that this was all a bit wrong but I didn't care. I had over 100 men on my msn and was ready willing and able to see to as many as I felt like.
Chatting online to a guy one night, we both admitted to each other that even though we weren't overly attracted to each other, we were bored and wanting company.So we agreed he'd come over, we'd have a drink and see how we got on. Now as I've said before, I'm a big girl, but this guy wasn't impressed with the size of my backside. He wanted a woman with a butt twice the size of mine. He wasn't a boob man, so that was no good. We just weren't suited at all. We got drunk, chatted the night away. Ended up crashing in my bed where I felt obliged to at least give him a blow job. He got semi hard, said he wasn't that turned on and we went to sleep. He left the next morning and that was that.
Stuart was a slightly younger guy. We'd chatted a lot on the phone. He was always full of good stories and although he himself wasn't rich, daddy was. So he lived the high life sometimes and he was hilarious to talk to.
One evening we were on the phone and he was driving back from some kind of event and he asked me if I'd like him to carry on driving up the motorway and come to my house. I said yes straight away. We got on so well that I knew it would be a fun evening.
He arrived an hour later, we'd chatted while he drove the whole journey. We just hugged and hugged all evening. He was shy compared to the phonecalls we'd had and we held hands and kissed gently. We went to bed and due to that special time of the month, there was no sex...although of course I gave him a bj. He held me all night and it was lovely. We chatted for a few more months after that but never saw each other again. It's a shame, as I think we could have been great friends for a long time. We got in touch through facebook about a year afterwards . He's moved down South with a new girlfriend. Lovely guy...my nickname for him was Paris, as he had a social life like Miss Hilton.
Chris worked on the trains. He was a bit odd but was quite keen on me, so I thought it was worth a date. I picked him up one evening and we went to a local pub, stayed for a drink and went off to another one. He was putting away the pints and swearing like a trooper. I swear he had a form of tourettes. After a couple of hours we went back to his and had very unmemorable sex. Not sure why I did it, maybe it had been a slow week on msn. I saw him once more (more on that later). He was my disappointing number 8.
If a day went by where I didn't get some cock action either in real life or on cam, I was disappointed. I wanted attention off these guys. I wanted them to want me.
Even back then I saw that this was all a bit wrong but I didn't care. I had over 100 men on my msn and was ready willing and able to see to as many as I felt like.
Chatting online to a guy one night, we both admitted to each other that even though we weren't overly attracted to each other, we were bored and wanting company.So we agreed he'd come over, we'd have a drink and see how we got on. Now as I've said before, I'm a big girl, but this guy wasn't impressed with the size of my backside. He wanted a woman with a butt twice the size of mine. He wasn't a boob man, so that was no good. We just weren't suited at all. We got drunk, chatted the night away. Ended up crashing in my bed where I felt obliged to at least give him a blow job. He got semi hard, said he wasn't that turned on and we went to sleep. He left the next morning and that was that.
Stuart was a slightly younger guy. We'd chatted a lot on the phone. He was always full of good stories and although he himself wasn't rich, daddy was. So he lived the high life sometimes and he was hilarious to talk to.
One evening we were on the phone and he was driving back from some kind of event and he asked me if I'd like him to carry on driving up the motorway and come to my house. I said yes straight away. We got on so well that I knew it would be a fun evening.
He arrived an hour later, we'd chatted while he drove the whole journey. We just hugged and hugged all evening. He was shy compared to the phonecalls we'd had and we held hands and kissed gently. We went to bed and due to that special time of the month, there was no sex...although of course I gave him a bj. He held me all night and it was lovely. We chatted for a few more months after that but never saw each other again. It's a shame, as I think we could have been great friends for a long time. We got in touch through facebook about a year afterwards . He's moved down South with a new girlfriend. Lovely guy...my nickname for him was Paris, as he had a social life like Miss Hilton.
Chris worked on the trains. He was a bit odd but was quite keen on me, so I thought it was worth a date. I picked him up one evening and we went to a local pub, stayed for a drink and went off to another one. He was putting away the pints and swearing like a trooper. I swear he had a form of tourettes. After a couple of hours we went back to his and had very unmemorable sex. Not sure why I did it, maybe it had been a slow week on msn. I saw him once more (more on that later). He was my disappointing number 8.
All shook up.
More flirty messages,msn filth and dirty phonecalls followed with various different men. I was loving the attention and realising the fact that men loved to hear about my love of giving blow jobs, having cum all over my face, hair pulling and name calling. I was becoming popular with a few BDSM people. Now I wasn't heavily into it. I liked being tied up and being treated like the slut I was but I'm no slave or mistress. To me it's just experimenting and I'm not into any particular scene. Give it a go, I say, and if you don't like it, try it once more to make sure.
Gary was a music teacher at a college in London. He had once been in a band and had some success in the 80's.
He made it clear from the start that he liked to be in charge and that if we were to meet, I'd be submissive to him. Oooooh, I thought, this could be fun. So it was arranged. I collected him from the station and we went for a pub lunch and then back to mine. We proceeded to get quite drunk on JD and coke and this was only the early afternoon still. We carried on into the night, he was fascinating to listen to. He was so passionate about music and we talked for hours. At one point, we kissed. It went on for a while. We drank some more and then out of nowhere he grabbed my hair and called me a whore. He was testing me. I became submissive in that moment and he quickly got out his cock and pushed my head down to his crotch. I did as I was told. He was holding my hair tight and forcing his cock down my throat. I was gagging on it (my love of gagging on cock started here). He was rough and forceful...it was making my pussy throb with excitement. He pulled down my trousers and fingered me hard. He made me gag on his fingers as he made me suck my pussy juice off them. He then stood up and dragged me by the hair upstairs. He pushed me onto the bed and without another word, put his hard cock inside me. I was loving the thrill of it all. This was different to anything else I'd done. It was a little bit on the scary side and I did wonder if he'd go too far.
He turned me over and told me to open my arse for him. I went to grab the lube but he just forced his cock straight in. It hurt like hell and I protested a little. He told me to shut the fuck up and I did. He was in charge and I knew my place.
He was fucking me in one hole and then the other. Hard, fast and at times uncomfortable. He suddenly stopped, told me to roll over and stood astride me, wanking his cock. He came all over my body. I felt used and abused..it was great.
We brought up some booze and lay in bed talking. We then started kissing again. He sat with his knees either side my head and fucked my mouth. It went on for about 15 minutes and my eyes were streaming with all the gagging. He then decided my pussy needed stretching and this was my first experience of a guy trying to fist me. He didn't fully manage it but gave it a bloody good try.He started fucking my pussy, putting his hands around my neck but not applying too much pressure. I told him he needed to fuck me harder and it was met with a slap across the face. Wow. I liked it.
He went down on me, every so often he'd ask how many cocks had been in my slutty pussy. I was on the verge of orgasm. He stopped, went in as though he was going to kiss me and spat in my face. I was totally shocked. I called him a bastard. He laughed, turned me over, pushed his cock into my arse again and then quickly came all over my back.
I was a little in shock by now. Up until the spitting I was totally into it, but that had crossed my line. Not long after that we fell asleep. In the morning it was just normal banter, music, breakfast, more chatting, lunch. Then he told me he wanted us to fuck before he had to leave for his train. My face must have said it all. He asked what was wrong and I told him that maybe I wasn't into this stuff as much as I thought and I didn't like him spitting in my face. He apologised and said he was in the moment and it had just happened.
We went and fucked.
He was my number 7.
Gary was a music teacher at a college in London. He had once been in a band and had some success in the 80's.
He made it clear from the start that he liked to be in charge and that if we were to meet, I'd be submissive to him. Oooooh, I thought, this could be fun. So it was arranged. I collected him from the station and we went for a pub lunch and then back to mine. We proceeded to get quite drunk on JD and coke and this was only the early afternoon still. We carried on into the night, he was fascinating to listen to. He was so passionate about music and we talked for hours. At one point, we kissed. It went on for a while. We drank some more and then out of nowhere he grabbed my hair and called me a whore. He was testing me. I became submissive in that moment and he quickly got out his cock and pushed my head down to his crotch. I did as I was told. He was holding my hair tight and forcing his cock down my throat. I was gagging on it (my love of gagging on cock started here). He was rough and forceful...it was making my pussy throb with excitement. He pulled down my trousers and fingered me hard. He made me gag on his fingers as he made me suck my pussy juice off them. He then stood up and dragged me by the hair upstairs. He pushed me onto the bed and without another word, put his hard cock inside me. I was loving the thrill of it all. This was different to anything else I'd done. It was a little bit on the scary side and I did wonder if he'd go too far.
He turned me over and told me to open my arse for him. I went to grab the lube but he just forced his cock straight in. It hurt like hell and I protested a little. He told me to shut the fuck up and I did. He was in charge and I knew my place.
He was fucking me in one hole and then the other. Hard, fast and at times uncomfortable. He suddenly stopped, told me to roll over and stood astride me, wanking his cock. He came all over my body. I felt used and abused..it was great.
We brought up some booze and lay in bed talking. We then started kissing again. He sat with his knees either side my head and fucked my mouth. It went on for about 15 minutes and my eyes were streaming with all the gagging. He then decided my pussy needed stretching and this was my first experience of a guy trying to fist me. He didn't fully manage it but gave it a bloody good try.He started fucking my pussy, putting his hands around my neck but not applying too much pressure. I told him he needed to fuck me harder and it was met with a slap across the face. Wow. I liked it.
He went down on me, every so often he'd ask how many cocks had been in my slutty pussy. I was on the verge of orgasm. He stopped, went in as though he was going to kiss me and spat in my face. I was totally shocked. I called him a bastard. He laughed, turned me over, pushed his cock into my arse again and then quickly came all over my back.
I was a little in shock by now. Up until the spitting I was totally into it, but that had crossed my line. Not long after that we fell asleep. In the morning it was just normal banter, music, breakfast, more chatting, lunch. Then he told me he wanted us to fuck before he had to leave for his train. My face must have said it all. He asked what was wrong and I told him that maybe I wasn't into this stuff as much as I thought and I didn't like him spitting in my face. He apologised and said he was in the moment and it had just happened.
We went and fucked.
He was my number 7.
Tall doesn't always equal big
Harvey was a salesman. We met on a different larger ladies site, chatted for a while, swapped numbers and arranged a date.
I booked a table for Sunday lunch and he turned up late to pick me up. He drove like a complete maniac, which put me off him straight away. At the restaurant, we stood inline to get a carvery and he started nuzzling the back of my neck and squeezing my backside. Bloody hell, he's rampant, I thought. We had lunch, he bought me a few glasses of wine and then we drove back to my place.
I'm not a big drinker, so was a bit tiddly after the wine. We started to fool about on the sofa. He was all about the boobs and couldn't get enough. He suggested we move to the bedroom.....hell why not, I thought.
Now this guy was tall, 6ft 5inches.....I was thinking back to my number 5 and was expecting a thud as he took of his boxers. No such luck. This guy was quite small. Not a problem though, it has it's bonuses and down I went, taking the whole length easily in my mouth. He loved it. Deep throating a small guy is easy and they love to watch it all disappearing in there. We had slow, quite intimate sex. He was quite intense and when he came I thought he was going to cry, lol. After an hour of lying together and having a giggle, he wanted to go again, but this time he wanted my arse. Now I'd done some anal play with my ex husband, using a small toy (he wasn't that into it but I found it naughty and quite liked it). But I'd never had a cock up there. Okay, I said, let's do it. I got out my small toy, lubed it up and he gently pushed it in. It's uncomfortable at first but after a minute it feels good. He got me ready and stood over me. I was nervous but excited...and a bit more pissed by now. He slowly pushed himself inside my arse, I yelped a bit but as he wasn't a huge guy it wasn't that bad. He went really slowly at first but it didn't take long for me to tell him to fuck me harder and harder. I rubbed my pussy as he fucked my arse. I told him to pull my hair and call me names...and he sure did. I came so hard. He came straight after me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Wow. Box ticked. Anal...done.
Harvey was my number 6.
I booked a table for Sunday lunch and he turned up late to pick me up. He drove like a complete maniac, which put me off him straight away. At the restaurant, we stood inline to get a carvery and he started nuzzling the back of my neck and squeezing my backside. Bloody hell, he's rampant, I thought. We had lunch, he bought me a few glasses of wine and then we drove back to my place.
I'm not a big drinker, so was a bit tiddly after the wine. We started to fool about on the sofa. He was all about the boobs and couldn't get enough. He suggested we move to the bedroom.....hell why not, I thought.
Now this guy was tall, 6ft 5inches.....I was thinking back to my number 5 and was expecting a thud as he took of his boxers. No such luck. This guy was quite small. Not a problem though, it has it's bonuses and down I went, taking the whole length easily in my mouth. He loved it. Deep throating a small guy is easy and they love to watch it all disappearing in there. We had slow, quite intimate sex. He was quite intense and when he came I thought he was going to cry, lol. After an hour of lying together and having a giggle, he wanted to go again, but this time he wanted my arse. Now I'd done some anal play with my ex husband, using a small toy (he wasn't that into it but I found it naughty and quite liked it). But I'd never had a cock up there. Okay, I said, let's do it. I got out my small toy, lubed it up and he gently pushed it in. It's uncomfortable at first but after a minute it feels good. He got me ready and stood over me. I was nervous but excited...and a bit more pissed by now. He slowly pushed himself inside my arse, I yelped a bit but as he wasn't a huge guy it wasn't that bad. He went really slowly at first but it didn't take long for me to tell him to fuck me harder and harder. I rubbed my pussy as he fucked my arse. I told him to pull my hair and call me names...and he sure did. I came so hard. He came straight after me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Wow. Box ticked. Anal...done.
Harvey was my number 6.
Can I handle that?
So after a week of crying and realising my ex wasn't coming back, my tears turned to anger..if he didn't want me then I'd find someone who did.
Now I know what you're thinking...after a 13 year relationship I was a bit quick to start looking, and you'd be right. But I was single for the first time in years and didn't know how to handle it. I wanted a man.
Looking back now I can see I was being stupid, sluttish, desperate and at times unsafe...but I went headlong into internet dating and had some weird and wonderful experiences.
So being a big single girl was going to be a challenge. I knew I was going to have to go about this in a slightly different way to all the slim/average sized women out there. I wasn't down about myself, I had a fairly pretty face, HUGE boobs (44HH) and I loved giving head....not that I put that last bit on my dating profiles.
I joined my first dating site exactly a week after my ex had left me. It was a site for larger ladies and their admirers. Now I know that might sound a bit fetish like but not all men were like that. Yes there were some feeders on there and a couple that wanted to be sat on, but the majority just preferred a bit of meat on their women or liked women in general whether they be slim, average or large.
I loved that site. I enjoyed recieving the "kisses" and the messages. Hearing that someone thought I was attractive was a huge confidence boost.
I soon got chatting to this guy, daren't say his name as it's far too unusual. He'd noticed in my profile that I'd put my type of man down as Robbie Williams/Gerard Butler/Joshua Jackson lookalikies. He was a 6ft 5inch black man and wanted to know if that would put me off. Hmmmmm, my 3rd lover had been mixed race and I had only ever snogged one other black guy....I wasn't at all racist but just hadn't mixed with or met many black guys. So I told him it wasn't an issue and we carried on messaging each other. The subject of sex soon came up, he's send emails telling me he wanted to fuck my pretty face...I was loving it. It was all so dirty and thrilling. After chatting on the phone a few times we arranged for him to come and stay overnight at mine. He travelled from London and I met him off the bus. We went up in the lift to get my car and as soon as the doors closed we started kissing. His hands all over my body. He was gorgeous, a real smooth talker and had a wicked smile.
We drove back to my place, his hand rubbing my thigh the whole time. We both knew what was going to happen. We walked in and I showed him around. We got to the bedroom and started kissing again. He was so strong and I felt so wanted being held in those huge arms. His hands were up inside my top, he was inside my bra, his hands cupping my heavy breasts. I couldn't believe this was happening, it seemed surreal. I took off his T shirt, he was muscular and broad. I'd never seen a body like it. I unzipped his jeans and in went my hand, searching for his cock.......it was huge. I wanted it in my mouth so much. I pulled down his jeans and dropped to my knees. Looking up at him, I took him in my mouth and realised there was no way this baby was going down the back of my throat, it was just too thick. Don't get me wrong, a big cock is nice but if it's too big you just can't get it all in, lol.
Soon we were on my bed. He was on top of me and all I could think was that he was too big to fit inside me. No such problem...I was so wet that it wasn't an issue. He started slowly, enjoying watching me gasp in pleasure. He knew I liked having my hair pulled, so as we carried on and he was thrusting harder, he began grabbing my hair and calling me a slut......that's when I came. It felt incredible. My whole body was shuddering. He carried on and I loved the feeling of being his toy, him using me and fucking me until he came.
Later that day, as we were relaxing on the sofa, I couldn't resist and started touching his cock...I needed more of it. I put on a porno and told him to watch it while I licked his balls and sucked that beautiful cock. He was soon ready to cum but instead he bent me over the sofa and started fingering me and got me to suck his fingers clean. It was such a turn on. He started fucking me as I rubbed my clit. I was making so much noise that my neighbours must have known what was going on. I told him I wanted him to let me know when he was close........and as he was about to cum, I made sure I was in the perfect position to have all that hot cum dripping down my face. It was amazing.
He left the next day. We had sex 2 more times before he went, neither of which I can really remember. We arranged for me to go and visit him in a few weeks time and I did (more of that later). He was my 5th lover.
I was fast becoming used to this internet lark. A guy would message me, I'd get his MSN addy and we'd chat for a while. Then the subject would turn to sex. Men seemed fascinated with my boobs and would ask me to show them off on camera. Seeing their eyes nearly pop out their heads was a turn on. Watching them playing with their cocks as I touched myself...I was a slutty cam girl and it was a complete giggle. I remember at one point chatting to 3 different guys on msn, all in seperate windows. None knowing about the other and all 3 had their cocks in their hands as I stripped on camera for them. Stroking my boobs, licking my nipples and generally making some filthy comments...they all came one by one. I turned off the camera and laughed so hard.
Jason messaged me, he seemed a little shy at first. He was very sweet, a bit too skinny for my liking but was polite and we just chatted for a while. After a week or so he told me he liked to watch women getting ready (make up, hair etc). So one night I had my shower and brought all my creams, make up, hairdryer etc downstairs and logged into msn. He came online and on went our cams. I went about my routine as if I were going out for the night and he watched intently as I got myself ready. I glanced up at one point and saw he'd got a bit excited about this and was rubbing himself. I told him to get it out and watched him wank all over himself....another satisfied customer,lol.
He asked if we could meet. We arranged for him to come to mine one night and he was going to cook for me. He arrived and he was tiny. This guy was about 4 inches shorter than me and had the body of a boy. I was polite, we had a lovely meal and although a bit up his own backside he was a generally nice guy. Halfway through dinner he stopped eating, took a sip of his wine and kissed me. Ooookay, what should I do here? I didn't fancy him in any way but he was sweet and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. It was that night that I discovered it didn't matter if I fancied a bloke or not, I just loved sucking cock.
We went up to bed and he was sooooo excited I thought he was going to burst. He was all over me and he had a nice cock, long but a little on the skinny side.He lay flat on his back and I went down to investigate this new cock. I made him make some fantastic noises. He soon came and I got it dripping all over my lips...he was panting so hard I thought he was having a panic attack. After about half an hour of him licking my pussy he was hinting at sex but I just couldn't. I told him I didn't go all the way on a first date (what a liar) and we settled down to sleep. About 3 hours later I woke to feel this digging in my back....he wanted another blow job. I dutifully obliged and sent him back off to sleep. In the morning he was full of excited talk about future dates together but I knew I wouldn't see him again, he just did nothing for me. I emailed him a few days later explaining that it wouldn't work and wishing him luck and we've never been in touch again.
Another week or so followed and it was time for me to take my trip to London to see the previous guy again. Filthy texts were exchanged during the train journey and by the time I got there my pussy was dripping.
He had a housemate and there were lots of guys hanging around there too. We disappeared into the bedroom and got straight to it. nothing too amazing but I was my usual noisy self....much to the delight of the other guys in the flat. While lying together in bed he asked me about any fantasies I had. I loved the idea of having lots of men at the same time and he told me he could make it happen if I wanted to. I thought about it for a minute....the men were in the flat, all it would take was a nod from me and I'd be surrounded by big black guys all ready to fuck me...but I said no. Sometimes I wish I'd just said yes...it'd be brilliant for my wank bank, lol.
Now I know what you're thinking...after a 13 year relationship I was a bit quick to start looking, and you'd be right. But I was single for the first time in years and didn't know how to handle it. I wanted a man.
Looking back now I can see I was being stupid, sluttish, desperate and at times unsafe...but I went headlong into internet dating and had some weird and wonderful experiences.
So being a big single girl was going to be a challenge. I knew I was going to have to go about this in a slightly different way to all the slim/average sized women out there. I wasn't down about myself, I had a fairly pretty face, HUGE boobs (44HH) and I loved giving head....not that I put that last bit on my dating profiles.
I joined my first dating site exactly a week after my ex had left me. It was a site for larger ladies and their admirers. Now I know that might sound a bit fetish like but not all men were like that. Yes there were some feeders on there and a couple that wanted to be sat on, but the majority just preferred a bit of meat on their women or liked women in general whether they be slim, average or large.
I loved that site. I enjoyed recieving the "kisses" and the messages. Hearing that someone thought I was attractive was a huge confidence boost.
I soon got chatting to this guy, daren't say his name as it's far too unusual. He'd noticed in my profile that I'd put my type of man down as Robbie Williams/Gerard Butler/Joshua Jackson lookalikies. He was a 6ft 5inch black man and wanted to know if that would put me off. Hmmmmm, my 3rd lover had been mixed race and I had only ever snogged one other black guy....I wasn't at all racist but just hadn't mixed with or met many black guys. So I told him it wasn't an issue and we carried on messaging each other. The subject of sex soon came up, he's send emails telling me he wanted to fuck my pretty face...I was loving it. It was all so dirty and thrilling. After chatting on the phone a few times we arranged for him to come and stay overnight at mine. He travelled from London and I met him off the bus. We went up in the lift to get my car and as soon as the doors closed we started kissing. His hands all over my body. He was gorgeous, a real smooth talker and had a wicked smile.
We drove back to my place, his hand rubbing my thigh the whole time. We both knew what was going to happen. We walked in and I showed him around. We got to the bedroom and started kissing again. He was so strong and I felt so wanted being held in those huge arms. His hands were up inside my top, he was inside my bra, his hands cupping my heavy breasts. I couldn't believe this was happening, it seemed surreal. I took off his T shirt, he was muscular and broad. I'd never seen a body like it. I unzipped his jeans and in went my hand, searching for his cock.......it was huge. I wanted it in my mouth so much. I pulled down his jeans and dropped to my knees. Looking up at him, I took him in my mouth and realised there was no way this baby was going down the back of my throat, it was just too thick. Don't get me wrong, a big cock is nice but if it's too big you just can't get it all in, lol.
Soon we were on my bed. He was on top of me and all I could think was that he was too big to fit inside me. No such problem...I was so wet that it wasn't an issue. He started slowly, enjoying watching me gasp in pleasure. He knew I liked having my hair pulled, so as we carried on and he was thrusting harder, he began grabbing my hair and calling me a slut......that's when I came. It felt incredible. My whole body was shuddering. He carried on and I loved the feeling of being his toy, him using me and fucking me until he came.
Later that day, as we were relaxing on the sofa, I couldn't resist and started touching his cock...I needed more of it. I put on a porno and told him to watch it while I licked his balls and sucked that beautiful cock. He was soon ready to cum but instead he bent me over the sofa and started fingering me and got me to suck his fingers clean. It was such a turn on. He started fucking me as I rubbed my clit. I was making so much noise that my neighbours must have known what was going on. I told him I wanted him to let me know when he was close........and as he was about to cum, I made sure I was in the perfect position to have all that hot cum dripping down my face. It was amazing.
He left the next day. We had sex 2 more times before he went, neither of which I can really remember. We arranged for me to go and visit him in a few weeks time and I did (more of that later). He was my 5th lover.
I was fast becoming used to this internet lark. A guy would message me, I'd get his MSN addy and we'd chat for a while. Then the subject would turn to sex. Men seemed fascinated with my boobs and would ask me to show them off on camera. Seeing their eyes nearly pop out their heads was a turn on. Watching them playing with their cocks as I touched myself...I was a slutty cam girl and it was a complete giggle. I remember at one point chatting to 3 different guys on msn, all in seperate windows. None knowing about the other and all 3 had their cocks in their hands as I stripped on camera for them. Stroking my boobs, licking my nipples and generally making some filthy comments...they all came one by one. I turned off the camera and laughed so hard.
Jason messaged me, he seemed a little shy at first. He was very sweet, a bit too skinny for my liking but was polite and we just chatted for a while. After a week or so he told me he liked to watch women getting ready (make up, hair etc). So one night I had my shower and brought all my creams, make up, hairdryer etc downstairs and logged into msn. He came online and on went our cams. I went about my routine as if I were going out for the night and he watched intently as I got myself ready. I glanced up at one point and saw he'd got a bit excited about this and was rubbing himself. I told him to get it out and watched him wank all over himself....another satisfied customer,lol.
He asked if we could meet. We arranged for him to come to mine one night and he was going to cook for me. He arrived and he was tiny. This guy was about 4 inches shorter than me and had the body of a boy. I was polite, we had a lovely meal and although a bit up his own backside he was a generally nice guy. Halfway through dinner he stopped eating, took a sip of his wine and kissed me. Ooookay, what should I do here? I didn't fancy him in any way but he was sweet and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. It was that night that I discovered it didn't matter if I fancied a bloke or not, I just loved sucking cock.
We went up to bed and he was sooooo excited I thought he was going to burst. He was all over me and he had a nice cock, long but a little on the skinny side.He lay flat on his back and I went down to investigate this new cock. I made him make some fantastic noises. He soon came and I got it dripping all over my lips...he was panting so hard I thought he was having a panic attack. After about half an hour of him licking my pussy he was hinting at sex but I just couldn't. I told him I didn't go all the way on a first date (what a liar) and we settled down to sleep. About 3 hours later I woke to feel this digging in my back....he wanted another blow job. I dutifully obliged and sent him back off to sleep. In the morning he was full of excited talk about future dates together but I knew I wouldn't see him again, he just did nothing for me. I emailed him a few days later explaining that it wouldn't work and wishing him luck and we've never been in touch again.
Another week or so followed and it was time for me to take my trip to London to see the previous guy again. Filthy texts were exchanged during the train journey and by the time I got there my pussy was dripping.
He had a housemate and there were lots of guys hanging around there too. We disappeared into the bedroom and got straight to it. nothing too amazing but I was my usual noisy self....much to the delight of the other guys in the flat. While lying together in bed he asked me about any fantasies I had. I loved the idea of having lots of men at the same time and he told me he could make it happen if I wanted to. I thought about it for a minute....the men were in the flat, all it would take was a nod from me and I'd be surrounded by big black guys all ready to fuck me...but I said no. Sometimes I wish I'd just said yes...it'd be brilliant for my wank bank, lol.
She rides again
Okay, I started earlier than a lot of girls back then. I was 13 when I lost my virginity to a Greek waiter (classy I know...ahh well).
Then came the senior school boyfriend when I was 15, that lasted 6 months. So he was my number 2.
A brief encounter with another lad at school was my number 3 (still aged 15).
I don't really want to talk about those sexual experiences due to the fact I was under age and it feels wrong.
But the rest...well they're fair game.
I spent many a night at the local rollerskating rink. I didn't skate myself, I was there to snog boys and lots of them.
I was 16 and met a lad called Brett, he was 20, hung out in the bar area, sexy as hell and I made sure I caught his eye.
Now I'm a big girl, always have been. Back then I was a size 18, 38F boobs and hair all the way down my back...I stood out against the skinny girls my age but it seemed to attract older lads so I didn't really care.
Anyway, it was easy to find a dark corner at the rink. Brett touching me through my clothes, feeling my warm pussy through my jeans and me feeling his hard cock...it was a turn on with so many people around. But that's as far as it went. After a week he moved on to another girl.
There were a few more snogging sessions with various lads. I arranged to meet one near a local park and he took me to a field with waist high grass and we lay there, him with his short stubby cock out and his fingers inside me. As far as I was concerned it was all good clean fun.
My best friend was nearly 2 years older than me and a virgin.She loved hearing about my fumblings with various boys. Little did she know that in a couple of months time the boy that took her virginity would be fingering me and asking me for sex.
I'd had a row with my best friend. She'd yet again split up with her bf and wouldn't come to the rink with me...fuck you then, I'm off on my own. I was 16 but able to drink in the roller rink bar due to me looking so much older. I ordered myself a drink and went and sat with a group of lads I knew. In walked my best friends bf. I'd always fancied him. We began flirting and by the end of the night he offered me a lift home. I was house sitting for my uncle, so had an empty place to go to...well it didn't take us long to start kissing and soon he was pulling at my bra and asking me to suck his rather large and lovely cock. I did as I was asked but I'd not come across a head pusher before and found it quite off putting (these days I quite like it, lol) .He wanted sex but we had no condoms, so my answer was no. He came all over his stomach and that was that. I felt pretty disgusted with myself. I'd betrayed my best friend and he was a bit of a selfish arsehole. Lesson learnt...no more messing with your friends fellas.
At 17 I met my future husband. I'm not really here to talk about him. We were together for 13 years. I was 100% faithful the whole time. We had a pretty good sex life ranging from 2 - 7 times a week over the years. In my late 20's I became a bit sex mad. I wanted it at least once a day. Even after having 2 children I was pretty much gagging for it all the time. The week my ex left me, we had sex every day, even the night before he left me. Well at least he could never accuse me of not giving him enough sex. So he was my number 4.
Age 30 and 4 partners...not too bad , fairly angelic really.
So there I was, single mum, age 30 and wondering when the hell I was going to have sex again.....it didn't take me long to discover internet daitng...bingo!
Then came the senior school boyfriend when I was 15, that lasted 6 months. So he was my number 2.
A brief encounter with another lad at school was my number 3 (still aged 15).
I don't really want to talk about those sexual experiences due to the fact I was under age and it feels wrong.
But the rest...well they're fair game.
I spent many a night at the local rollerskating rink. I didn't skate myself, I was there to snog boys and lots of them.
I was 16 and met a lad called Brett, he was 20, hung out in the bar area, sexy as hell and I made sure I caught his eye.
Now I'm a big girl, always have been. Back then I was a size 18, 38F boobs and hair all the way down my back...I stood out against the skinny girls my age but it seemed to attract older lads so I didn't really care.
Anyway, it was easy to find a dark corner at the rink. Brett touching me through my clothes, feeling my warm pussy through my jeans and me feeling his hard cock...it was a turn on with so many people around. But that's as far as it went. After a week he moved on to another girl.
There were a few more snogging sessions with various lads. I arranged to meet one near a local park and he took me to a field with waist high grass and we lay there, him with his short stubby cock out and his fingers inside me. As far as I was concerned it was all good clean fun.
My best friend was nearly 2 years older than me and a virgin.She loved hearing about my fumblings with various boys. Little did she know that in a couple of months time the boy that took her virginity would be fingering me and asking me for sex.
I'd had a row with my best friend. She'd yet again split up with her bf and wouldn't come to the rink with me...fuck you then, I'm off on my own. I was 16 but able to drink in the roller rink bar due to me looking so much older. I ordered myself a drink and went and sat with a group of lads I knew. In walked my best friends bf. I'd always fancied him. We began flirting and by the end of the night he offered me a lift home. I was house sitting for my uncle, so had an empty place to go to...well it didn't take us long to start kissing and soon he was pulling at my bra and asking me to suck his rather large and lovely cock. I did as I was asked but I'd not come across a head pusher before and found it quite off putting (these days I quite like it, lol) .He wanted sex but we had no condoms, so my answer was no. He came all over his stomach and that was that. I felt pretty disgusted with myself. I'd betrayed my best friend and he was a bit of a selfish arsehole. Lesson learnt...no more messing with your friends fellas.
At 17 I met my future husband. I'm not really here to talk about him. We were together for 13 years. I was 100% faithful the whole time. We had a pretty good sex life ranging from 2 - 7 times a week over the years. In my late 20's I became a bit sex mad. I wanted it at least once a day. Even after having 2 children I was pretty much gagging for it all the time. The week my ex left me, we had sex every day, even the night before he left me. Well at least he could never accuse me of not giving him enough sex. So he was my number 4.
Age 30 and 4 partners...not too bad , fairly angelic really.
So there I was, single mum, age 30 and wondering when the hell I was going to have sex again.....it didn't take me long to discover internet daitng...bingo!
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