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Hey all you sexy readers and fans! These stories are about my time in Las Vegas between age about 19 1/2 to 25. I frequently discuss these times with people, and they turn me on so much because they were as formative for me as my first experiences. I think they are fucking hot and hope you enjoy and comment. Also note that there may be a few disparities with a few other stories, and some names, locations and other details are omitted or differ. If there is a conflict, please forgive me. If you obsess over those issues, accept this more updated, honest and complete version over past works. Thanks!!
Vegas Sex Binge. The first night (Pt 1.)
Whoring is hard for me because I never seem to know when to stop. After I have one cock in my mouth I need one in my ass. After I have a hard fucking I want more and more. Pretty soon evening becomes night and night becomes early morning glow. A cock binge goes on until I essentially collapse and sleep for hours and then I regret how many cocks I missed out on. This story is about me "burning both ends of the candle" and going cock crazy and the time before I met my Vegas sugar daddy.
It was the beginning of March and I was passing the two-month mark of being stationed in north Las Vegas. My job was going really well. Unfortunately, my lady-friend who was mixed race and looked like a cross of Beyonce and Rhianna was in the process of getting fucked in the bad way by the Air Force. Of course, she earned her problems, but it still sucked. She was caught up in a scandalous adultery problem after being caught with an impossibly hot teenage daughter and her uninhibited kinky mid-aged mom who was married to a high ranking person. My friend was emasculated and in the expedited process of being transferred far away. She was lucky to not have been discharged or imprisoned, but she played both the race card and the sexuality discrimination cards "saved" herself. Too bad for her, too bad for me also. I really liked fucking her while we shared overnight duty and even played hard in between duty rotations. She was super kinky and loved anal almost as much as I did.
Aside from the expenses of a new car, I was saving a lot of money because the duty rotations lasted around ten days to two weeks and were essentially 12-15 hours long. While in rotation I spent my off time doing phone sex in my dorm room dressed up or playing with Bi guys on the Airbase. I was fully capable of satiating myself, but when I needed a real cock but didn't have the time to properly head to Las Vegas' many good adult arcades, I went to Air Force base gym and played hard with pretty much anyone available and interested. Foreigners, retirees, other young guys, maybe even a couple of young guy family members. I will never be sure about two or three of those young guys. I was almost always lucky at the gym. I usually gave two or three blowjobs and often got fucked in the showers, the steam room, or the dry sauna. Once I got screwed in the tall heavy tennis court curtains. I also got with one of the gym workers about 20 times times in the observation area above the racquet ball courts. That sex was exciting and often very satisfying, but it didn't really do more than temporarily scratch the sex-itch the same way being a cheap dirty whore did.
As the end of my third rotation approached I began obsessing about playing as a whore, and found myself dressing and doing phone sex a lot. I wasn't completely new, and knew a lot about Las Vegas and where to play. I was still learning, but I was beyond the discovery phase. I researched motels and cheap deals at hotels near the strip. I always kept in mind the proximity to Commercial Center and The Lounge as well as the adult arcades. I worked with my supervisor and scheduled myself a block of time off. I planned in detail how I would get off around mid-day, have a huge lunch just ahead of getting off, drive to my dorm, change half-way, and then to go to a cheap motel on the SW end of the strip near the I-15. I planned to take the next three days or so (maybe more) and live as a slutty whore. I planned to eat cheap food, live in a fuck-motel and get used over and over.
Finally, Wednesday I was off and just as planned, I was headed downtown about an hour after being released with the rest of the week, the weekend, and next Monday off. I had almost six days off! I was dressed early in the afternoon. Having a ground-level room was optimal because I was still hesitant to go out in sunlight and be seen noticed because of my job and also, uhmmm, seems weird to say now, just because. I was still uneasy about being discovered. So I disguised myself as I departed my room to be a whore. I put jeans over my miniskirt, stockings, garter belt and already moist panties. I put a large t-shirt over my silicon falsie tits, bra, cincher, and black top with red piping on the half-selves and the plunging neckline. I kept my burnt-auburn and dark red wig, my shoes, a purse with condoms and lube in a backpack and wore sunglasses over my slutty eyes to walk the 10 feet to my car and drove away. At the first open parking lot I got rid of my extra clothes and buckled on my 5-inch patent leather stiletto heels and added my lipstick and gloss. I smiled at the whore in the mirror and drove on.
I went to the south end of the Boulder Highway to the adult theater that always had action. My plan was to go the furthest away from my motel and get some working-man and visitor cock during the day at the theater, then as night came start hitting the adult arcades closer to the strip and maybe go to my room with a guy before taking a break and then going to The Lounge and Commercial Center and hopefully making some money and having some really hot sex. I was doing well financially, but I realized that six days of acting like a whore would be costly, so I intended to offset some of the cost by actually whoring myself. I was still obsessed by my first time in the parking lot and after getting 86'd from The Lounge. Some hard-earned money would really help fund my sex adventure.
The theater was better than expected. I went in, shopped the adult boutique outside the theater, got some more condoms, and got checked out by the guy taking money for the theater. He complimented me and reminded me to stop by before I checked out the arcade booths. I knew he was making a pass at me and if the vibe had been right at that moment, I would have gone back with him right then, but it seemed he wanted to wait a while. I strutted on down the hall to the theater, my heels pulled deliciously into my ankle and making the tell-tale "whore-in-the-house" click-clack that turned me on and turned heads. I went through the door knowing my heel sounds had preceded me and slowed my pace and strutted slowly through the hallway, passing first theater that was playing straight movies and continuing to the end of the hallway to the more-racy interracial gang-bang theater. The only light in these theaters was from the movies playing on the big-screen TVs. In the strobe-like flashes of TV lights I found there were a ton of guys, seated, cocks out, and stroking. There was some really nice hard meat, but nobody seemed to be getting a blowjob. I was excited, but also hoped it wasn't an indicator that nobody was willing to play. I click-clacked in with the confidence of a bitch in heat. I strutted through the TV light to show off my trim body and perfect ass in my tight micro-mini. I stepped to the deepest part of the theater, well away from the door and hallway. Often this is the hardest place to see into, so reluctant guys are more inclined to come over for some discreet play. In fact, I had been taught that just going to that part of any adult theater was essentially an "open for business" sign. As I reached the wall a found no place to sit, so I stood, spreading my ankles a bit and pushing my ass into the wall. On the screen a pale brunette had three black guys making her eyes water and her cunt explode. She was getting triple penetrated. It was very fucking hot and I rubbed my cock through my skirt.
Two minutes later a tall guy with white painter's pants stepped over, stood next to me a moment, and pulled his cock out from under his t-shirt. It was nice and I saw the gleam of his pre-cum as he slow-stroked himself. Neither of us said anything, I stepped forward, turned, kneeled, and replaced his hand with mine, and sucked him. He was about eight inches, cut, and meaty- German perhaps? He was exactly what I needed. I stood in front of him and lowered myself to a full deep squat, knees wide and cock dropping from my t-bar pantie. I held his cock firmly and went down on it like a possessed demon, stroking myself in time with my blowjob. I sucked him deep then twisted on the way up. In a mere two minutes of perfect-rhythmic cocksucking he was going to cum. He placed a hand on my head, stopped my up-motion and drove his cock into the back of my throat, and face-fucked me for three or four pumps and then held me down as he came in my mouth.
I stroked myself fighting the urge to let myself shoot, while also keeping my balance on my stiletto heels. I was exactly where I had dreampt of being, doing exactly what I wanted so badly. I was a BJ whore sucking off a total stranger in a sleazy theater, being used as a sex toy...totally objectified and degraded. "Mmmmmm!" I screamed as well as anyone with an 8 inch cock punching their tonsils could.
His cock swelled and then throbbed a few times, blasting shots of cum all over my mouth and let out a moan after about five or six throbbing cumshots. Then he breathed and came some more. Then he released my head and then released my head as he pulled away and back against the dark wall. He stood a moment and then was zipped and turning to leave. I stood and pivoted. As my back hit the cool theater wall I swirled my tongue playing wiht the guy's sweet cumload. I smiled in the movie light and swallowed. I looked to my right and another guy was moving to me for his turn.
This guy was dark and he just stood in front of me, cock practically in my hand. As expected, and like a whore who knows her place, I kneeled, spread my knees wide again, and found my own hard-cock popping forward and into my still slick hand. I stroked myself as I felt his cock to note anything weird. This cock was un-cut, much thinner, and I guessed Latino. I couldn't see anything and didn't want to find anything nasty with my tongue, but once assured of his relative normalcy, I angled his cock to my whore-mouth and sucked him. As I went at him I saw a glint. The guy was wearing his wedding ring and it shined in the TV strobe. I was turned on by the bad-husband spice of this blow job. I sucked him deep a few times and then pulled back on his foreskin to go deep and twist a few more times. I knew what he wanted. He moaned and pushed his cock into my mouth and pressed my head into the wall. I saw and felt he was also leaning forward, probably holding himself up on the wall with his forearm above his head. Like the other guy, He began face fucking me and knocking my head into the theater wall. After probably twenty face-fuck-pumps (hey, I am a nice person) I was about to object. Instead I felt him stiffen and then push his cock into my throat, then back out slightly. I stopped stroking myself to focus my entire enjoyment on his intense orgasm. I gagged on his cock, coughing a bit, and then he came in my mouth, pumping his cum all over the rear of my tongue. He pulled partially out and stroked himself, pulling back the foreskin and wiping the head of his uncovered all over my hot velvety tongue. I worked him like a pro as shot after shot coated my mouth. His cum was thick and savory! I was stroking myself and realized that I was almost edging too far and slowed a bit. I had a lot more to do before I came. The uncut married guy pulled out, bent down to me and said in a heavy Latino accent, "Taank jou." He tried to kiss me, but I avoided it, I am not really a kisser, germs you know...
The married Latino stepped away and was replaced by another Latino with a larger uncut cock. I sucked him off in about five minutes and then went through about five more guys before I realized that I had nearly cleared the room. All of these guys were quick and fucking fun. It was like I was taking care of the afternoon shift on their way home. Kinky as hell!
A decent looking white guy came in and, seeing me just finishing with a guy he took out his cock and began stroking. I stood, replaced my lipstick by feel and prepared to leave for a short break. I needed a drink of water and to use some Listerine - wayyy too much sweaty dirty un-cut cock. As I strutted toward him and the hallway and as I reached him he groped my cock and stepped to me saying, "I wanna suck you and fuck you."
I smiled and said to myself- fuck it, why not. I said to him, "Well, lets see if you are any good," and I just stood there, totally telling him I was expecting him to kneel and get to work.
He did! He knew the deal and dropped down and slurped my cock, clearing off the pre-cum and moaning as he did. He was pretty damn good and deep throated me like few ever do. He was working me well and I liked it. I saw the tell-tale glint of a wedding ring on him too. He was a darn good cocksucker and was getting me closer to a cum of my own.
Then, as if he was reading my mind's inner whore voice saying "I hope he fingers my asshole," one of his fingers drove deep into my slick fuckhole (I have always gone out pre-lubbed, you know, just in case...). He finger-fucked me and popped my prostate g-spot. I was on my way to orgasm and wanted to cum, but I was conflicted. I didn't want to pop yet- I had only been playing for about an hour!
He solved my dilemma. He'd had is fill of cocksucking, stood up, pushed me down and shoved his cock into my open whore-mouth. I sucked him deeply. He was probably about seven or so inches and also girthy but with a really fat cockhead. It wa the kind of head you REALLY want hitting your prostate g-spot. It was a thick and I eagerly swallowed it. He reached over my head after only ten cocksucking pumps and resumed finger-fucking my ass. Then he pulled out and beckoned me up.
Just over the sound of porn star Lisa Ann getting DP'd by two giant BBCs he said, "I wanna fuck your tight cunt-ass."
I loved that he called it a cunt and readily nodded and said, "I want your cock in me!" Both of us turned me away and bent me forward. But then he pulled me up and asked, "Got a condom?"
I stood, turned and as I told him I did as I pulled it from my purse. I made a show of using my teeth to open it and then roll it over him in a well practiced motion. Covered and then lubed, I turned, bent slightly forward this time and backed on to his ample meat.
It had been a few days since I had gotten fucked. So, you know those street posts that are actually just steel pipes filled with cement, that is what his hard cock felt like as he popped into my ass. My ass stretched wide and a white-hot flash of pain shot through me and I fought to force myself to take it like a good whore. I was in terrible pain and knew I couldn't stop. I would not let myself. I took the pain and relished the soreness turn to a warm dull pain and then to extreme pleasure. My cock, now limp throbbed toward an anal orgasm and I looked down to see a cum line drop out of my cock head. His cock had felt like a post up my ass and now reminded me of those big daddy dicks from my teens- hard and thick and big enough to hurt, but amazing.
I flashed on a memory from eight years before of Mr. Carlton (the older guy who broke me in and groomed me) saying, "Good gurlie-boi, yessss, that's it Rebeca." Then after a few pumps adding, "A good gurl like you always takes the pain and keeps daddy happy." Pump, pump, pump..."Never ever tell daddy," Pump, pump, pump, "Never tell any daddy when I share you, never say you can't take it."
Like that young gurlie-boi, I took it! The morphed into pleasure after about the first fifteen or so fuck-pumps - much longer than usual. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he fucked me deep and hard and used me exactly like I needed.
After about a minute he turned me toward the door and pushed me into a compliant-whore "L" shape and then deep fucked me slowly. The condom prolonged his fuck and the pain resumed in a new place. It shifted from my tight asshole "O-ring" stretching around his cock to my anal curve being shoved hard and deep, over and over. I was somewhat out of condition and the pleasure and pain sensations were battling it out in my hot ass. He gave me some relief when he leaned over to me and said in a lusty fuck-voice, "You like it slut? You like this fucking cock up your ass?"
"Yesss!" I moaned a bit louder than planned. He pounded me a few more times and I felt my anal curve finally shift away from is cock and make the deep canal for my new daddy to fuck.
His cock was riding over my prostate back and forth. I was having a passive orgasm, a light one, as he fucked me. I felt my as go into overdrive and looked down to see my cock bouncing, semi hard and now a full line of semen was draining as I came hands free from his internal beating of my sex.
Then, all of a sudden, he drove his cumload into me and the stretchy reservoir tip of the condom. "Fuuuuck!!! I'm cumming! Ohhhh..uhhhhh" he said with a low voice. He popped me a few more times, extending my hands-free cum a couple of more throbs and then held himself deep as he used me fully.
"Yessss, that was hot," he said in a self congratulatory manner as he pulled out. Like an expert, he stripped off the condom and flicked it on the floor in front of the TV. Then he added, "I fucking love hard-fucking bitches like you...I hope I see you again..." And then he was gone.
I felt my orgasm subside and considered stroking myself, but instead pulled up my panties and replaced my lipstick. I smiled in the dim light of Lisa Ann getting her face painted with BBC cum. Then I realized there was still a guy a few seats away in front of me. I smiled at him and put my lipstick in my purse and took out a paper towel to wipe my ass off. The guy was white haired and much older. He was working four inches of semi-hard fantastic, smiling at me, with no expectation of my company he said, "Thanks for the show."
Vegas Sex Binge. The first night (Pt 1.)
Whoring is hard for me because I never seem to know when to stop. After I have one cock in my mouth I need one in my ass. After I have a hard fucking I want more and more. Pretty soon evening becomes night and night becomes early morning glow. A cock binge goes on until I essentially collapse and sleep for hours and then I regret how many cocks I missed out on. This story is about me "burning both ends of the candle" and going cock crazy and the time before I met my Vegas sugar daddy.
It was the beginning of March and I was passing the two-month mark of being stationed in north Las Vegas. My job was going really well. Unfortunately, my lady-friend who was mixed race and looked like a cross of Beyonce and Rhianna was in the process of getting fucked in the bad way by the Air Force. Of course, she earned her problems, but it still sucked. She was caught up in a scandalous adultery problem after being caught with an impossibly hot teenage daughter and her uninhibited kinky mid-aged mom who was married to a high ranking person. My friend was emasculated and in the expedited process of being transferred far away. She was lucky to not have been discharged or imprisoned, but she played both the race card and the sexuality discrimination cards "saved" herself. Too bad for her, too bad for me also. I really liked fucking her while we shared overnight duty and even played hard in between duty rotations. She was super kinky and loved anal almost as much as I did.
Aside from the expenses of a new car, I was saving a lot of money because the duty rotations lasted around ten days to two weeks and were essentially 12-15 hours long. While in rotation I spent my off time doing phone sex in my dorm room dressed up or playing with Bi guys on the Airbase. I was fully capable of satiating myself, but when I needed a real cock but didn't have the time to properly head to Las Vegas' many good adult arcades, I went to Air Force base gym and played hard with pretty much anyone available and interested. Foreigners, retirees, other young guys, maybe even a couple of young guy family members. I will never be sure about two or three of those young guys. I was almost always lucky at the gym. I usually gave two or three blowjobs and often got fucked in the showers, the steam room, or the dry sauna. Once I got screwed in the tall heavy tennis court curtains. I also got with one of the gym workers about 20 times times in the observation area above the racquet ball courts. That sex was exciting and often very satisfying, but it didn't really do more than temporarily scratch the sex-itch the same way being a cheap dirty whore did.
As the end of my third rotation approached I began obsessing about playing as a whore, and found myself dressing and doing phone sex a lot. I wasn't completely new, and knew a lot about Las Vegas and where to play. I was still learning, but I was beyond the discovery phase. I researched motels and cheap deals at hotels near the strip. I always kept in mind the proximity to Commercial Center and The Lounge as well as the adult arcades. I worked with my supervisor and scheduled myself a block of time off. I planned in detail how I would get off around mid-day, have a huge lunch just ahead of getting off, drive to my dorm, change half-way, and then to go to a cheap motel on the SW end of the strip near the I-15. I planned to take the next three days or so (maybe more) and live as a slutty whore. I planned to eat cheap food, live in a fuck-motel and get used over and over.
Finally, Wednesday I was off and just as planned, I was headed downtown about an hour after being released with the rest of the week, the weekend, and next Monday off. I had almost six days off! I was dressed early in the afternoon. Having a ground-level room was optimal because I was still hesitant to go out in sunlight and be seen noticed because of my job and also, uhmmm, seems weird to say now, just because. I was still uneasy about being discovered. So I disguised myself as I departed my room to be a whore. I put jeans over my miniskirt, stockings, garter belt and already moist panties. I put a large t-shirt over my silicon falsie tits, bra, cincher, and black top with red piping on the half-selves and the plunging neckline. I kept my burnt-auburn and dark red wig, my shoes, a purse with condoms and lube in a backpack and wore sunglasses over my slutty eyes to walk the 10 feet to my car and drove away. At the first open parking lot I got rid of my extra clothes and buckled on my 5-inch patent leather stiletto heels and added my lipstick and gloss. I smiled at the whore in the mirror and drove on.
I went to the south end of the Boulder Highway to the adult theater that always had action. My plan was to go the furthest away from my motel and get some working-man and visitor cock during the day at the theater, then as night came start hitting the adult arcades closer to the strip and maybe go to my room with a guy before taking a break and then going to The Lounge and Commercial Center and hopefully making some money and having some really hot sex. I was doing well financially, but I realized that six days of acting like a whore would be costly, so I intended to offset some of the cost by actually whoring myself. I was still obsessed by my first time in the parking lot and after getting 86'd from The Lounge. Some hard-earned money would really help fund my sex adventure.
The theater was better than expected. I went in, shopped the adult boutique outside the theater, got some more condoms, and got checked out by the guy taking money for the theater. He complimented me and reminded me to stop by before I checked out the arcade booths. I knew he was making a pass at me and if the vibe had been right at that moment, I would have gone back with him right then, but it seemed he wanted to wait a while. I strutted on down the hall to the theater, my heels pulled deliciously into my ankle and making the tell-tale "whore-in-the-house" click-clack that turned me on and turned heads. I went through the door knowing my heel sounds had preceded me and slowed my pace and strutted slowly through the hallway, passing first theater that was playing straight movies and continuing to the end of the hallway to the more-racy interracial gang-bang theater. The only light in these theaters was from the movies playing on the big-screen TVs. In the strobe-like flashes of TV lights I found there were a ton of guys, seated, cocks out, and stroking. There was some really nice hard meat, but nobody seemed to be getting a blowjob. I was excited, but also hoped it wasn't an indicator that nobody was willing to play. I click-clacked in with the confidence of a bitch in heat. I strutted through the TV light to show off my trim body and perfect ass in my tight micro-mini. I stepped to the deepest part of the theater, well away from the door and hallway. Often this is the hardest place to see into, so reluctant guys are more inclined to come over for some discreet play. In fact, I had been taught that just going to that part of any adult theater was essentially an "open for business" sign. As I reached the wall a found no place to sit, so I stood, spreading my ankles a bit and pushing my ass into the wall. On the screen a pale brunette had three black guys making her eyes water and her cunt explode. She was getting triple penetrated. It was very fucking hot and I rubbed my cock through my skirt.
Two minutes later a tall guy with white painter's pants stepped over, stood next to me a moment, and pulled his cock out from under his t-shirt. It was nice and I saw the gleam of his pre-cum as he slow-stroked himself. Neither of us said anything, I stepped forward, turned, kneeled, and replaced his hand with mine, and sucked him. He was about eight inches, cut, and meaty- German perhaps? He was exactly what I needed. I stood in front of him and lowered myself to a full deep squat, knees wide and cock dropping from my t-bar pantie. I held his cock firmly and went down on it like a possessed demon, stroking myself in time with my blowjob. I sucked him deep then twisted on the way up. In a mere two minutes of perfect-rhythmic cocksucking he was going to cum. He placed a hand on my head, stopped my up-motion and drove his cock into the back of my throat, and face-fucked me for three or four pumps and then held me down as he came in my mouth.
I stroked myself fighting the urge to let myself shoot, while also keeping my balance on my stiletto heels. I was exactly where I had dreampt of being, doing exactly what I wanted so badly. I was a BJ whore sucking off a total stranger in a sleazy theater, being used as a sex toy...totally objectified and degraded. "Mmmmmm!" I screamed as well as anyone with an 8 inch cock punching their tonsils could.
His cock swelled and then throbbed a few times, blasting shots of cum all over my mouth and let out a moan after about five or six throbbing cumshots. Then he breathed and came some more. Then he released my head and then released my head as he pulled away and back against the dark wall. He stood a moment and then was zipped and turning to leave. I stood and pivoted. As my back hit the cool theater wall I swirled my tongue playing wiht the guy's sweet cumload. I smiled in the movie light and swallowed. I looked to my right and another guy was moving to me for his turn.
This guy was dark and he just stood in front of me, cock practically in my hand. As expected, and like a whore who knows her place, I kneeled, spread my knees wide again, and found my own hard-cock popping forward and into my still slick hand. I stroked myself as I felt his cock to note anything weird. This cock was un-cut, much thinner, and I guessed Latino. I couldn't see anything and didn't want to find anything nasty with my tongue, but once assured of his relative normalcy, I angled his cock to my whore-mouth and sucked him. As I went at him I saw a glint. The guy was wearing his wedding ring and it shined in the TV strobe. I was turned on by the bad-husband spice of this blow job. I sucked him deep a few times and then pulled back on his foreskin to go deep and twist a few more times. I knew what he wanted. He moaned and pushed his cock into my mouth and pressed my head into the wall. I saw and felt he was also leaning forward, probably holding himself up on the wall with his forearm above his head. Like the other guy, He began face fucking me and knocking my head into the theater wall. After probably twenty face-fuck-pumps (hey, I am a nice person) I was about to object. Instead I felt him stiffen and then push his cock into my throat, then back out slightly. I stopped stroking myself to focus my entire enjoyment on his intense orgasm. I gagged on his cock, coughing a bit, and then he came in my mouth, pumping his cum all over the rear of my tongue. He pulled partially out and stroked himself, pulling back the foreskin and wiping the head of his uncovered all over my hot velvety tongue. I worked him like a pro as shot after shot coated my mouth. His cum was thick and savory! I was stroking myself and realized that I was almost edging too far and slowed a bit. I had a lot more to do before I came. The uncut married guy pulled out, bent down to me and said in a heavy Latino accent, "Taank jou." He tried to kiss me, but I avoided it, I am not really a kisser, germs you know...
The married Latino stepped away and was replaced by another Latino with a larger uncut cock. I sucked him off in about five minutes and then went through about five more guys before I realized that I had nearly cleared the room. All of these guys were quick and fucking fun. It was like I was taking care of the afternoon shift on their way home. Kinky as hell!
A decent looking white guy came in and, seeing me just finishing with a guy he took out his cock and began stroking. I stood, replaced my lipstick by feel and prepared to leave for a short break. I needed a drink of water and to use some Listerine - wayyy too much sweaty dirty un-cut cock. As I strutted toward him and the hallway and as I reached him he groped my cock and stepped to me saying, "I wanna suck you and fuck you."
I smiled and said to myself- fuck it, why not. I said to him, "Well, lets see if you are any good," and I just stood there, totally telling him I was expecting him to kneel and get to work.
He did! He knew the deal and dropped down and slurped my cock, clearing off the pre-cum and moaning as he did. He was pretty damn good and deep throated me like few ever do. He was working me well and I liked it. I saw the tell-tale glint of a wedding ring on him too. He was a darn good cocksucker and was getting me closer to a cum of my own.
Then, as if he was reading my mind's inner whore voice saying "I hope he fingers my asshole," one of his fingers drove deep into my slick fuckhole (I have always gone out pre-lubbed, you know, just in case...). He finger-fucked me and popped my prostate g-spot. I was on my way to orgasm and wanted to cum, but I was conflicted. I didn't want to pop yet- I had only been playing for about an hour!
He solved my dilemma. He'd had is fill of cocksucking, stood up, pushed me down and shoved his cock into my open whore-mouth. I sucked him deeply. He was probably about seven or so inches and also girthy but with a really fat cockhead. It wa the kind of head you REALLY want hitting your prostate g-spot. It was a thick and I eagerly swallowed it. He reached over my head after only ten cocksucking pumps and resumed finger-fucking my ass. Then he pulled out and beckoned me up.
Just over the sound of porn star Lisa Ann getting DP'd by two giant BBCs he said, "I wanna fuck your tight cunt-ass."
I loved that he called it a cunt and readily nodded and said, "I want your cock in me!" Both of us turned me away and bent me forward. But then he pulled me up and asked, "Got a condom?"
I stood, turned and as I told him I did as I pulled it from my purse. I made a show of using my teeth to open it and then roll it over him in a well practiced motion. Covered and then lubed, I turned, bent slightly forward this time and backed on to his ample meat.
It had been a few days since I had gotten fucked. So, you know those street posts that are actually just steel pipes filled with cement, that is what his hard cock felt like as he popped into my ass. My ass stretched wide and a white-hot flash of pain shot through me and I fought to force myself to take it like a good whore. I was in terrible pain and knew I couldn't stop. I would not let myself. I took the pain and relished the soreness turn to a warm dull pain and then to extreme pleasure. My cock, now limp throbbed toward an anal orgasm and I looked down to see a cum line drop out of my cock head. His cock had felt like a post up my ass and now reminded me of those big daddy dicks from my teens- hard and thick and big enough to hurt, but amazing.
I flashed on a memory from eight years before of Mr. Carlton (the older guy who broke me in and groomed me) saying, "Good gurlie-boi, yessss, that's it Rebeca." Then after a few pumps adding, "A good gurl like you always takes the pain and keeps daddy happy." Pump, pump, pump..."Never ever tell daddy," Pump, pump, pump, "Never tell any daddy when I share you, never say you can't take it."
Like that young gurlie-boi, I took it! The morphed into pleasure after about the first fifteen or so fuck-pumps - much longer than usual. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he fucked me deep and hard and used me exactly like I needed.
After about a minute he turned me toward the door and pushed me into a compliant-whore "L" shape and then deep fucked me slowly. The condom prolonged his fuck and the pain resumed in a new place. It shifted from my tight asshole "O-ring" stretching around his cock to my anal curve being shoved hard and deep, over and over. I was somewhat out of condition and the pleasure and pain sensations were battling it out in my hot ass. He gave me some relief when he leaned over to me and said in a lusty fuck-voice, "You like it slut? You like this fucking cock up your ass?"
"Yesss!" I moaned a bit louder than planned. He pounded me a few more times and I felt my anal curve finally shift away from is cock and make the deep canal for my new daddy to fuck.
His cock was riding over my prostate back and forth. I was having a passive orgasm, a light one, as he fucked me. I felt my as go into overdrive and looked down to see my cock bouncing, semi hard and now a full line of semen was draining as I came hands free from his internal beating of my sex.
Then, all of a sudden, he drove his cumload into me and the stretchy reservoir tip of the condom. "Fuuuuck!!! I'm cumming! Ohhhh..uhhhhh" he said with a low voice. He popped me a few more times, extending my hands-free cum a couple of more throbs and then held himself deep as he used me fully.
"Yessss, that was hot," he said in a self congratulatory manner as he pulled out. Like an expert, he stripped off the condom and flicked it on the floor in front of the TV. Then he added, "I fucking love hard-fucking bitches like you...I hope I see you again..." And then he was gone.
I felt my orgasm subside and considered stroking myself, but instead pulled up my panties and replaced my lipstick. I smiled in the dim light of Lisa Ann getting her face painted with BBC cum. Then I realized there was still a guy a few seats away in front of me. I smiled at him and put my lipstick in my purse and took out a paper towel to wipe my ass off. The guy was white haired and much older. He was working four inches of semi-hard fantastic, smiling at me, with no expectation of my company he said, "Thanks for the show."
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