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I'm writing the true story of how I met my second wife, just to make my cock hard with nostalgia. I'm masturbating my 7-inch cock while writing this, so excuse the typos. I'll try not to cum on the keyboard.
It was back in the 1990's, I was working in Austin, Texas and hanging out at the Elephant Room downtown after work a lot. Those were the days. Lots of wicked sex.
I was a good looking bastard and it wasn't hard to find a geeky tech twink at the clubs to take home for some queer sex. Or I could be the bottom, on me knees in a parking lot or the front seat of a car sucking some stranger's cock and balls letting him come in my long blonde hair or on my face. Picking up chicks, of course, is always harder than finding queer quickies. You gotta have your game on. I had a pretty good game. Sometimes I was in the perfect zone for hitting up on the ladies.
One night I noticed a flashy hot looking lady, busty, curvaceous, nice full bum and tall at the bar. She moved like a dancer or an Amazon and dressed retro high fashion, low cut. She was a dirty dusky redhead. The kind with real white skin. I imagined her bush was fire red. But she had dark eyes and muscular legs, rock hard calves taunt on her high heels. I figured mounting her would be a real bull ride. The guy I was drinking with nodded towards her and said, "dude, I don't think that babe has any panties on." Oh, yeah, I thought, my kinda of girl.
I saw her in the bar a lot over the next week and our eyes kept catching each other. But I was always with business friends and so was she. Then one night I asked my buddy Bob, who was always hanging at the Elephant Room, who is that friggin' hot lady over there. He said, "No way, don't even think about it, that's Lacey. That bitch is the bar's slut. She's probably fucked half the guys in here. I wouldn't mess with her, if I was you. She's a whore."
This revelation only served to arouse me. So I bought Lacey and the girlfriend she was chatting with a drink each. The girlfriend quickly saw what I was up to and wandered off with friends. Lacey and I had a few more drinks and I invited her over to my apartment to continue our conversation in a more intimate atmosphere. Lacey said, "Oh, no, Tony, I like you, but I'm not that kind of girl really. Aren't you going to at least ask me out on date first?" OK, I said, and we set up a date for that weekend.
Lacey was the kind of girl that would fuck on a first date. We really hit it off. After a nice dinner and a bottle of wine we got naked in my bedroom climbing all over each other trying out all the positions. She was a fucking bombshell in the nude. And yes, she had a fire red bush which she kept shaved into a little tuff on top of her Venus mound. Her cunt was a gorgeous love tunnel, labia as big as ears, so wet and silky. I buried my face in her cunt and thought about what Bob had said. How many cocks had fuck this gorgeous pussy I was now washing my face with her juices flowing?
I held her muscular thighs up with her knees on either side of her head and tongued her anus too. A tight puckered red swirl. Being bisexual I knew how to give a good rim job and I knew that straight men were lame at ass eating. I could tell Lacey was relishing my oral passion for her portals.
She hissed while panting that I could sodomize her if I wanted. I didn't. I was having a hard enough time just not to prematurely ejaculate on the sheets. I wanted to make her cum and cum and cum again, to prove I could please her with my cock and tongue, that I was a great lover. If I had attempted to fuck her tight asshole, I wouldn't have lasted three strokes!
She spent the night. After that it all became a blur of hot heterosexual fucking for the next couple of weeks. We were dating seriously now. I knew I had to tell her I was bisexual sooner than later. This was made easier by my gay friends at the bar who knew the truth about me and who weren't above slyly outing me to Lacey's girlfriends. I knew the gossip would get to Lacey eventually. Besides I wanted to ask her to move in with me and I had to tell her I was, well, sort of a straight guy who like to suck cock before I asked her to move in.
That night in bed, I said, "Lacey I got to tell you something about myself."
And she shot back, "I know already."
"You know what already?" I asked, squinting my eyes.
"I know that you like to have sex with guys," she said matter of factly.
"How the fuck do you know that?" I sputtered.
"Bob told me." She rolled over and kissed me, "don't worry, I think it's very fucking hot really. Kind of my secret fantasy watching two guys, you know... play with each other," she made a coy smile and fluttered her eye lids for emphasis.
"Fucking Bob told you!" I was totally pissed. Bob was my supposedly good buddy and sometimes even a suck buddy. I couldn't believe the asshole outed me.
I blurted out redfaced, "you know, Bob also told me to stay away from you, that you're a slut. That motherfucker,"
"He's just jealous, Tony, he wants you all for himself," Lacy said in her smooth calm voice, her hand slipping under the sheets. I relaxed a bit, realizing Bob probably did me a favor.
Lacey looked me in the eye, her hand now caressing my half limp cock and her heavy breasts on my chest. "You know, Tony, Bob steered you straight about me. I am a slut," she was almost whispering. I could feel her nipples getting hard.
I smiled and imitated her, "don't worry I think that's really fucking hot. Kind of my fantasy." My cock was becoming erect rapidly and she could feel it. "I want you to be my slut." I whispered.
But then she pulled back as I tried to kiss her. "No, really, there is something I have to tell you now. I know you're bisexual, or whatever, now you need to know about me before we move in together..."
Then she broke it to me. I didn't say a word as she talked. I was stunned at first, then I felt strangely aroused. I wanted to taste her pussy and then fuck her good. For free. She told me everything.
Lacey was a high dollar hooker. She turned tricks with older, wealthier men, usually married men. She only had four or five clients at the moment and that was enough to pay for her lifestyle. She could pick up more work whenever she wanted from her "modelling agency" which really was a modelling agency too. Lacey did nude modelling as well. She had started off as an exotic dancer in Fort Worth, following in her divorce mother's footstep who was a washed-up titty dancer living in a trailer park and probably still turning tricks, not so high dollar as her daughter, to keep the lights on. Lacy had also done some porno too recently. She liked the exhibitionism of it all. Sometimes she had to travel for her work. A week in the Bahamas with a client that summer. Later in the winter, a ski trip to a Montana lodge house with another client and his friends.
Lacey and I moved into together that weekend. The sex was great. It was just normal heterosexual fucking for us at first. Nothing too kinky other than a big life-like dildo I bought for us both to use on each other, often while some dirty talking about the details of her latest "trick."
Usually Lacey only went out on "dates" once or twice a week, three at the most. Often I waited at home staying up late masturbating thinking about the fuck and suck Lacey was doing with some old corporate bastard with a crooked dick and a thick gold pinky ring. Lacey showed me how a Thai prostitute had taught her how to put a rubber on a john's erection using only her mouth, holding the rubber taunt between her lips and teeth. No john could complain about that kind of high-class service!
Our deal was that in bed naked Lacey would tell me everything about the evening's trick, often while we were engaged in foreplay and I would be honest with her about my bisexual affairs. Truth was, in the beginning of our relationship, Lacey was all the sex I could handle. I didn't need any dick. But I did want to fuck her with other men and I would whisper that too her while she was orgasming on my cock.
It wasn't long before Lacey and I were scheming to arrange a threesome, practicing for it too. After a fairly exhausting round of fucking where I pumped a big dildo in and out her cunt while I sodomized her that she said, "I want you to fuck me with another guy like that."
"I know," I said, "I want to do that too some day, Lacey."
Lacey repeated, "No, I want you to find a well hung guys to fuck me like that now. You gotta know someone you can call."
"And I want to see you suck his cock too," she added.
Bob was right, Lacey was a demanding slut. And I loved her for it. I couldn't believe I finally had a bombshell girlfriend that was begging me to bring guys home to fuck her and she wanted me to suck cock with her. Lacey couldn't believe she finally had a boyfriend who knew and approved of her lifestyle as hooker and was totally into sharing her with other men. We knew instinctively that sucking cock together as a couple would be the ultimate bonding experience for us.
Our problem was who to invite into our bed? I had some bi or gay "boyfriends" types, but they were either too twink or strictly homosexual. Lacey was an all-American slut, way too much for swishy guys to handle. Lacey needed a bull. Some guy with a big erection, hard ass, a sack of hung cum-filled balls and lumberjack shoulders who could ride my woman like stallion on a mare. Lacey needed a good hard fucking, knees behind her ears. I could provide that, of course, for maybe ten minutes but then who was going to pick up the slack after that? Lacey was multi-orgasmic, she could come all afternoon. I needed an extra cock or two in bed with us to satisfy Lacey.
It was back in the 1990's, I was working in Austin, Texas and hanging out at the Elephant Room downtown after work a lot. Those were the days. Lots of wicked sex.
I was a good looking bastard and it wasn't hard to find a geeky tech twink at the clubs to take home for some queer sex. Or I could be the bottom, on me knees in a parking lot or the front seat of a car sucking some stranger's cock and balls letting him come in my long blonde hair or on my face. Picking up chicks, of course, is always harder than finding queer quickies. You gotta have your game on. I had a pretty good game. Sometimes I was in the perfect zone for hitting up on the ladies.
One night I noticed a flashy hot looking lady, busty, curvaceous, nice full bum and tall at the bar. She moved like a dancer or an Amazon and dressed retro high fashion, low cut. She was a dirty dusky redhead. The kind with real white skin. I imagined her bush was fire red. But she had dark eyes and muscular legs, rock hard calves taunt on her high heels. I figured mounting her would be a real bull ride. The guy I was drinking with nodded towards her and said, "dude, I don't think that babe has any panties on." Oh, yeah, I thought, my kinda of girl.
I saw her in the bar a lot over the next week and our eyes kept catching each other. But I was always with business friends and so was she. Then one night I asked my buddy Bob, who was always hanging at the Elephant Room, who is that friggin' hot lady over there. He said, "No way, don't even think about it, that's Lacey. That bitch is the bar's slut. She's probably fucked half the guys in here. I wouldn't mess with her, if I was you. She's a whore."
This revelation only served to arouse me. So I bought Lacey and the girlfriend she was chatting with a drink each. The girlfriend quickly saw what I was up to and wandered off with friends. Lacey and I had a few more drinks and I invited her over to my apartment to continue our conversation in a more intimate atmosphere. Lacey said, "Oh, no, Tony, I like you, but I'm not that kind of girl really. Aren't you going to at least ask me out on date first?" OK, I said, and we set up a date for that weekend.
Lacey was the kind of girl that would fuck on a first date. We really hit it off. After a nice dinner and a bottle of wine we got naked in my bedroom climbing all over each other trying out all the positions. She was a fucking bombshell in the nude. And yes, she had a fire red bush which she kept shaved into a little tuff on top of her Venus mound. Her cunt was a gorgeous love tunnel, labia as big as ears, so wet and silky. I buried my face in her cunt and thought about what Bob had said. How many cocks had fuck this gorgeous pussy I was now washing my face with her juices flowing?
I held her muscular thighs up with her knees on either side of her head and tongued her anus too. A tight puckered red swirl. Being bisexual I knew how to give a good rim job and I knew that straight men were lame at ass eating. I could tell Lacey was relishing my oral passion for her portals.
She hissed while panting that I could sodomize her if I wanted. I didn't. I was having a hard enough time just not to prematurely ejaculate on the sheets. I wanted to make her cum and cum and cum again, to prove I could please her with my cock and tongue, that I was a great lover. If I had attempted to fuck her tight asshole, I wouldn't have lasted three strokes!
She spent the night. After that it all became a blur of hot heterosexual fucking for the next couple of weeks. We were dating seriously now. I knew I had to tell her I was bisexual sooner than later. This was made easier by my gay friends at the bar who knew the truth about me and who weren't above slyly outing me to Lacey's girlfriends. I knew the gossip would get to Lacey eventually. Besides I wanted to ask her to move in with me and I had to tell her I was, well, sort of a straight guy who like to suck cock before I asked her to move in.
That night in bed, I said, "Lacey I got to tell you something about myself."
And she shot back, "I know already."
"You know what already?" I asked, squinting my eyes.
"I know that you like to have sex with guys," she said matter of factly.
"How the fuck do you know that?" I sputtered.
"Bob told me." She rolled over and kissed me, "don't worry, I think it's very fucking hot really. Kind of my secret fantasy watching two guys, you know... play with each other," she made a coy smile and fluttered her eye lids for emphasis.
"Fucking Bob told you!" I was totally pissed. Bob was my supposedly good buddy and sometimes even a suck buddy. I couldn't believe the asshole outed me.
I blurted out redfaced, "you know, Bob also told me to stay away from you, that you're a slut. That motherfucker,"
"He's just jealous, Tony, he wants you all for himself," Lacy said in her smooth calm voice, her hand slipping under the sheets. I relaxed a bit, realizing Bob probably did me a favor.
Lacey looked me in the eye, her hand now caressing my half limp cock and her heavy breasts on my chest. "You know, Tony, Bob steered you straight about me. I am a slut," she was almost whispering. I could feel her nipples getting hard.
I smiled and imitated her, "don't worry I think that's really fucking hot. Kind of my fantasy." My cock was becoming erect rapidly and she could feel it. "I want you to be my slut." I whispered.
But then she pulled back as I tried to kiss her. "No, really, there is something I have to tell you now. I know you're bisexual, or whatever, now you need to know about me before we move in together..."
Then she broke it to me. I didn't say a word as she talked. I was stunned at first, then I felt strangely aroused. I wanted to taste her pussy and then fuck her good. For free. She told me everything.
Lacey was a high dollar hooker. She turned tricks with older, wealthier men, usually married men. She only had four or five clients at the moment and that was enough to pay for her lifestyle. She could pick up more work whenever she wanted from her "modelling agency" which really was a modelling agency too. Lacey did nude modelling as well. She had started off as an exotic dancer in Fort Worth, following in her divorce mother's footstep who was a washed-up titty dancer living in a trailer park and probably still turning tricks, not so high dollar as her daughter, to keep the lights on. Lacy had also done some porno too recently. She liked the exhibitionism of it all. Sometimes she had to travel for her work. A week in the Bahamas with a client that summer. Later in the winter, a ski trip to a Montana lodge house with another client and his friends.
Lacey and I moved into together that weekend. The sex was great. It was just normal heterosexual fucking for us at first. Nothing too kinky other than a big life-like dildo I bought for us both to use on each other, often while some dirty talking about the details of her latest "trick."
Usually Lacey only went out on "dates" once or twice a week, three at the most. Often I waited at home staying up late masturbating thinking about the fuck and suck Lacey was doing with some old corporate bastard with a crooked dick and a thick gold pinky ring. Lacey showed me how a Thai prostitute had taught her how to put a rubber on a john's erection using only her mouth, holding the rubber taunt between her lips and teeth. No john could complain about that kind of high-class service!
Our deal was that in bed naked Lacey would tell me everything about the evening's trick, often while we were engaged in foreplay and I would be honest with her about my bisexual affairs. Truth was, in the beginning of our relationship, Lacey was all the sex I could handle. I didn't need any dick. But I did want to fuck her with other men and I would whisper that too her while she was orgasming on my cock.
It wasn't long before Lacey and I were scheming to arrange a threesome, practicing for it too. After a fairly exhausting round of fucking where I pumped a big dildo in and out her cunt while I sodomized her that she said, "I want you to fuck me with another guy like that."
"I know," I said, "I want to do that too some day, Lacey."
Lacey repeated, "No, I want you to find a well hung guys to fuck me like that now. You gotta know someone you can call."
"And I want to see you suck his cock too," she added.
Bob was right, Lacey was a demanding slut. And I loved her for it. I couldn't believe I finally had a bombshell girlfriend that was begging me to bring guys home to fuck her and she wanted me to suck cock with her. Lacey couldn't believe she finally had a boyfriend who knew and approved of her lifestyle as hooker and was totally into sharing her with other men. We knew instinctively that sucking cock together as a couple would be the ultimate bonding experience for us.
Our problem was who to invite into our bed? I had some bi or gay "boyfriends" types, but they were either too twink or strictly homosexual. Lacey was an all-American slut, way too much for swishy guys to handle. Lacey needed a bull. Some guy with a big erection, hard ass, a sack of hung cum-filled balls and lumberjack shoulders who could ride my woman like stallion on a mare. Lacey needed a good hard fucking, knees behind her ears. I could provide that, of course, for maybe ten minutes but then who was going to pick up the slack after that? Lacey was multi-orgasmic, she could come all afternoon. I needed an extra cock or two in bed with us to satisfy Lacey.
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