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This is the second half of the sixth story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them and comment publicly or privately - it turns me on for some reason! These stories (especially this one) are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
Saturday, a week later, we met again at the Power Trade and had more mind-blowing sex and about a half-hour after getting there Charles, or “Chas” as he preferred, my tall 40-something masculine, fit, fellow sex maniac, called me a whore and pushed me against a glory hole, forcing me to suck off a big black cock as he fucked my ass. After that he took me into the couch room, put me on all fours, and made me suck off any cummers as he pumped me. He called me his whore and other very dirty names he already knew I loved. I was very intense.
In between three fuck sessions over the course of the night we would go to a sex room, sit, rest, and talk. During these brief times that always seemed to end when someone went next door and started to fuck.
I learned a lot about him and he about me. Chas was a successful law professional who was a divorcee’ and had two girls with a boy in between, all in their teens and generally successful or at least not fucked up. He’d tried to make the marriage and relationship work, but his wife hated Vegas and returned east and then re-married. He saw the k**s during frequent trips east, but had no one else in his life and really didn’t want anyone. He was like me, pan-sexual and could not adhere to conventional sex mores. I had no idea what that meant then, but as he explained it, I felt it might be accurate.
He learned about me too. He quickly determined that I was a young airman stationed in the north end of Vegas. He said he’d also served and that my secret was safe with him. As things wound down around three in the morning, he invited me to a late-night breakfast at America’s diner. We both got so turned on by the looks I got from the other patrons that I followed him to his home for another fuck, this time, I stood as he held me against the archway into his kitchen. When he was done he asked me to feel free to stay since it was now morning and “I know how you blood-sucking sex-vampires are in the sun-light.” I accepted after getting my Rebeca-bag and my street clothes from my car.
I stayed en-femme until mid-day on Sunday. On Saturday night we went to a sex-store & arcade. He bought movies and some really big and expensive toys. He encouraged me to flirt with the other patrons and then took me into the arcade so he could watch suck off and get fucked by some strange cocks. We both got off on his role as pimp. Then after only about five or six strangers, we went to his house and fucked all night.
We put in the movies and played with the toys. We competed to see how much long black latex cock we could take up our asses, we played with massagers, and finally combined vibrators, blowjobs, and lap-dance fucking to round out the night. In the morning I woke to him eating out my ass and then him enjoying my ass with his good-morning hard-on. After he came I was so horny I went to the bathroom, re-did my makeup and went to the great-room with we’d fucked in all night long and put on a masturbation show for him using most of the toys. I won the cock-acceptance challenge too, by the way.
Sunday after lunch he found me in his lavish the shower as a guy.
Like the bedroom, the huge bathroom oozed sex. It was huge and I learned later that it originally was a bed room. The shower was rectangular and was the center-piece of the bathroom- he most amazing I’ve ever been in. You could have easily fit three or four showering people in there at once and probably ten people if they stood next to each other. It had a side showers alongside vertical metal hand-holds similar to those in handicapped showers in all four corners, a hose shower on the deep end, and a rain nozzle above the center. The tile was a pale stone that your feet gripped well. On one side was the double door entry, a wide opulent sink, movable vanity mirrors, a bank of lights (turned off), and a huge strong wooden bath-bench or bed with towels in it, along with lubes and condoms. In front was the bide’ commode along with a wash hose. To the rear was the standard commode. To the far end of the room was a whirlpool tub big enough for two or maybe three, if a lap-ride was an option. The walls were black tile except around the mirror and around the base of the tub, which were white. There was dim faux electric candlelight as the basic lighting and bright white spot-lights above and focused on the shower and with the darkened room it caused the glass shower walls to act like mirrors. The floor had a huge cushioned off-white faux-fur rug that served as a bath mat, and heaven only knows what else. It was amazing.
As I bathed, I was sad at the realization that I had to return to real life early next morning. I noticed Chas only after the whoosh of cool air into the shower as he joined me. Chas had apparently been enjoying himself as a voyeur, watching me clean all my private places that were so soiled form all the stranger-danger I’d experienced over the weekend.
Now, with Chas in the shower, I realized that he was a large healthy guy who was taller and more filled out than me. Standing behind me, ogling my shiny pale wet bubble ass, trim hips, and lean torso, his tall frame towered over me. As I turned to face him, he turned me through full circle to face the glass wall of the shower and bent me into position. I gripped the vertical bars and held myself in an “L”. The rain-shower poured down my ass crack. He used some soft soap and caressed my ass to wake my sex for what was about to happen. His thumb went in me, rubbed in a circular motion, pressing over my g-spot several times. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He pulled out and then reached around and pawed my nipples. Then he closed the distance and rested his heavy erect cock on my ass crack and pressed his upper thighs against my ass cheeks. I looked in the glass reflection to see him produce and put on a condom he’d apparently brought with him. He took a bottle of lube form a tray at the top of the shower I’d not seen and poured a generous amount into his hand and then put it on and in me. Then he dropped the lube on purpose, as if to emphasize the lust of the moment and gripped each side of my hips and ass and pushed down on me in a manner I was becoming accustomed to. He held me in position as he pushed himself into my sex.
I was sore, but his cock went where he wanted it to go, and, at that point, where I needed it to go. My insides were well-conditioned to get out of the way of Chas’ huge cock. It felt good and I exhaled and moaned as he fucked me deep.
He pumped rhythmically as the endless warm water ran over our bodies. He fucked me deep in the shower for a short eternity and then shut off the water, pulled out, turned me to make me suck on him though the condom, and then pulled me up and then pulled me out of the shower. Without drying me off, he forced me onto my stomach and to the furry bath rug. My arms and legs splayed outward and were useless for resistance. His massive body mounted me, pushed into my sex and he resumed the rhythmic fuck on the bathroom floor. The lust was intense and he was going sooo deep. The floor was firm couldn’t bend or let me escape his deep fuck motion. I took it like a good boi. I began to moan. “Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh…uhhhhh…yes…”
Chas said into my ear in a low tone, “Yessss….take it …. Fuck back into me… take it, fuck me and moan like a bitch…”
I could feel his cock hitting and then passing my g-spot and taking me to orgasm. I moaned exactly as he wanted…”Ohhhhh…yessss…fuuuck meeee….uhhhhhh…”
Chas then took it to a new level, “Call me sugar daddy you little girly whore…call me sugar daddy…and beg me to fuck you…”
Pressed against the fur, the erotic friction quickly mounted inside my boi-cunt as well as along the outside of my cock. I was close to cumming and his words took me past the edge. I began to cum. As I felt the first shot of semen flow out and onto the furry rug I grunted in a femme twink guy/gurl voice, “Yessss Suuugar-daddy…fuck me…use me Suuugar-daddy…ohh! Yessss…I’m your… your whore…ahhh…uhhhh… Suuuhhhagarrrr-da..dah..dadddy!!”
I came, his fuck motion pumping my cock’s semen deep into the rugs furry depths. I turned my head and he saw and felt it happening. Chas pumped me hard several times and came with me, grunting as he pushed hard and up into my body for that first blast, and then sharp and deep for about ten or twelve more cum-shots.
When it was over there was no weird uncomfortable silence or awkwardness. He smiled and said I was hot and told me to clean up “as well as such a dirty boy like you can.”
Again, I was surprised at how much fun he could make a very degrading, nearly insulting thing be. I smiled as I picked myself off and turned on the shower saying, “Now, if I can just not be disturbed by rude needy people…”
We had a mid-day bite watching the end of a war movie and then we resumed watching a tranny movie we hadn’t gotten through the night before. It starred Vanity and she was a totally hot slut in the movie. We got horny, but instead, Chas knelt, opened my legs, and sucked me hard. Then he stood, turned and bottomed using me as his anal fuck-toy. I fucked him deep and hard, like he’d done to me and came in him without leaving the couch. That was the first time we skipped the condom.
He came just after I pumped him full form below, but just before I softened up. He caught his cum, licked it up, and held both side of my head as he passionately, like a lover, kissed me. Something I rarely did. In fact I mused as his tongue left my mouth coated in his cum, that the last time I’d kissed passionately and shared just-shot cum had been with the officer girl who was now out of the area getting gang-banged (about six months before she got kicked out).
Chas ended the kiss and smiled as he pulled away, now kneeling between my legs, my slimy cock against his neck, looking up at me. He blinked and said, “I better be careful, I might fall in lust with you…you whore.” Once again, he made a possibly awkward situation comfortable with demeaning tongue-in-cheek humor…I was starting to love that.
As he got up to get hot wet towels to clean everything up I smiled and realized he was different. He didn’t take things too seriously and added fun to the F in Fucking. He was and still is a true hedonist and smart ass.
Over an early diner of sautéed shrimp, my things packed and me ready to depart, Chas asked me to consider moving in with him. He said he wouldn’t feel bad if I still did things with others and that it would be fun to share others here at his house.
“I’m a true Sugar-daddy with cuckhold tendencies and a frequent desire to switch and dominate a whore like you.” He showed me his daughter’s old room, the original master bedroom before the remodel he’d done to make his fuck-chamber. The room was huge and had its own door and bathroom.
Chas leaned against the door-jamb to the bedroom and said, “I really mean it. I want this to happen. Maybe it lasts a few weeks, maybe much longer. I have been going to Power Trade looking for someone like you for years – sexual person with no relationship expectations. Now that I have found you tell me what you need. You know I’m comfortable, so you tell me what you need. You say it’s too far from base, I loan you a car. You need your space, I say, I am gone about a week a month back east and a few days during the week in L.A. You say you need privacy, I say fine, but don’t shut me out. You don’t want a gay relationship, I don’t either. I know you well enough and I know what you are dealing with and I know this is an amazing opportunity…for both of us. I can trust you. We know enough about each other ti be discreet and develop that trust.” He sold his offer vigorously. He wanted this to happen.
The following Friday I moved in and by Sunday my ass was really, really sore and the bathroom rug was pretty soiled.
Charles, or Chas, became my sugar daddy. To his neighbors I was his live-in roommate and house sitter. He was gone often, so this was accepted. He had me keep a low profile and look like a guy coming and going from his home during the day. Since his neighbors were wealthy retirees I could easily dress and make it out the long driveway and onto the main road without being noticed as a gurl.
When the doors were closed, we did it all. We slept together, apart, with others. We rudely awoke one another and put each other to sleep with massages. We had women and couples join us. I willingly traded myself as concubine or cuckhold for an amazing home to live in. In return he provided that home, board, and he showered me with gifts and every gurly I needed or wanted. My wardrobe filled and my look matured.
With a few exceptions, this became as much his home as mine for about three incredible years. When his ex-wife and c***dren came to Vegas to visit Chas took care of me with rooms on the strip and money as long as I promised to share my stranger-sex stories.
Over the next four years we had our ups and downs. If I was gay I would have romantically loved him, but as it was, I did love him, but not in a soul-mate manner. He was a sexual lover in the purest form and so was I.
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This is the second half of the sixth story following "How I Started," and shares my experiences between the ages of 19-29. These are prelude stories to the series of "Playtime Stories" I wrote. I hope you enjoy them and comment publicly or privately - it turns me on for some reason! These stories (especially this one) are mostly true so enjoy! I LOVE COMMENTS!!!!
Saturday, a week later, we met again at the Power Trade and had more mind-blowing sex and about a half-hour after getting there Charles, or “Chas” as he preferred, my tall 40-something masculine, fit, fellow sex maniac, called me a whore and pushed me against a glory hole, forcing me to suck off a big black cock as he fucked my ass. After that he took me into the couch room, put me on all fours, and made me suck off any cummers as he pumped me. He called me his whore and other very dirty names he already knew I loved. I was very intense.
In between three fuck sessions over the course of the night we would go to a sex room, sit, rest, and talk. During these brief times that always seemed to end when someone went next door and started to fuck.
I learned a lot about him and he about me. Chas was a successful law professional who was a divorcee’ and had two girls with a boy in between, all in their teens and generally successful or at least not fucked up. He’d tried to make the marriage and relationship work, but his wife hated Vegas and returned east and then re-married. He saw the k**s during frequent trips east, but had no one else in his life and really didn’t want anyone. He was like me, pan-sexual and could not adhere to conventional sex mores. I had no idea what that meant then, but as he explained it, I felt it might be accurate.
He learned about me too. He quickly determined that I was a young airman stationed in the north end of Vegas. He said he’d also served and that my secret was safe with him. As things wound down around three in the morning, he invited me to a late-night breakfast at America’s diner. We both got so turned on by the looks I got from the other patrons that I followed him to his home for another fuck, this time, I stood as he held me against the archway into his kitchen. When he was done he asked me to feel free to stay since it was now morning and “I know how you blood-sucking sex-vampires are in the sun-light.” I accepted after getting my Rebeca-bag and my street clothes from my car.
I stayed en-femme until mid-day on Sunday. On Saturday night we went to a sex-store & arcade. He bought movies and some really big and expensive toys. He encouraged me to flirt with the other patrons and then took me into the arcade so he could watch suck off and get fucked by some strange cocks. We both got off on his role as pimp. Then after only about five or six strangers, we went to his house and fucked all night.
We put in the movies and played with the toys. We competed to see how much long black latex cock we could take up our asses, we played with massagers, and finally combined vibrators, blowjobs, and lap-dance fucking to round out the night. In the morning I woke to him eating out my ass and then him enjoying my ass with his good-morning hard-on. After he came I was so horny I went to the bathroom, re-did my makeup and went to the great-room with we’d fucked in all night long and put on a masturbation show for him using most of the toys. I won the cock-acceptance challenge too, by the way.
Sunday after lunch he found me in his lavish the shower as a guy.
Like the bedroom, the huge bathroom oozed sex. It was huge and I learned later that it originally was a bed room. The shower was rectangular and was the center-piece of the bathroom- he most amazing I’ve ever been in. You could have easily fit three or four showering people in there at once and probably ten people if they stood next to each other. It had a side showers alongside vertical metal hand-holds similar to those in handicapped showers in all four corners, a hose shower on the deep end, and a rain nozzle above the center. The tile was a pale stone that your feet gripped well. On one side was the double door entry, a wide opulent sink, movable vanity mirrors, a bank of lights (turned off), and a huge strong wooden bath-bench or bed with towels in it, along with lubes and condoms. In front was the bide’ commode along with a wash hose. To the rear was the standard commode. To the far end of the room was a whirlpool tub big enough for two or maybe three, if a lap-ride was an option. The walls were black tile except around the mirror and around the base of the tub, which were white. There was dim faux electric candlelight as the basic lighting and bright white spot-lights above and focused on the shower and with the darkened room it caused the glass shower walls to act like mirrors. The floor had a huge cushioned off-white faux-fur rug that served as a bath mat, and heaven only knows what else. It was amazing.
As I bathed, I was sad at the realization that I had to return to real life early next morning. I noticed Chas only after the whoosh of cool air into the shower as he joined me. Chas had apparently been enjoying himself as a voyeur, watching me clean all my private places that were so soiled form all the stranger-danger I’d experienced over the weekend.
Now, with Chas in the shower, I realized that he was a large healthy guy who was taller and more filled out than me. Standing behind me, ogling my shiny pale wet bubble ass, trim hips, and lean torso, his tall frame towered over me. As I turned to face him, he turned me through full circle to face the glass wall of the shower and bent me into position. I gripped the vertical bars and held myself in an “L”. The rain-shower poured down my ass crack. He used some soft soap and caressed my ass to wake my sex for what was about to happen. His thumb went in me, rubbed in a circular motion, pressing over my g-spot several times. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He pulled out and then reached around and pawed my nipples. Then he closed the distance and rested his heavy erect cock on my ass crack and pressed his upper thighs against my ass cheeks. I looked in the glass reflection to see him produce and put on a condom he’d apparently brought with him. He took a bottle of lube form a tray at the top of the shower I’d not seen and poured a generous amount into his hand and then put it on and in me. Then he dropped the lube on purpose, as if to emphasize the lust of the moment and gripped each side of my hips and ass and pushed down on me in a manner I was becoming accustomed to. He held me in position as he pushed himself into my sex.
I was sore, but his cock went where he wanted it to go, and, at that point, where I needed it to go. My insides were well-conditioned to get out of the way of Chas’ huge cock. It felt good and I exhaled and moaned as he fucked me deep.
He pumped rhythmically as the endless warm water ran over our bodies. He fucked me deep in the shower for a short eternity and then shut off the water, pulled out, turned me to make me suck on him though the condom, and then pulled me up and then pulled me out of the shower. Without drying me off, he forced me onto my stomach and to the furry bath rug. My arms and legs splayed outward and were useless for resistance. His massive body mounted me, pushed into my sex and he resumed the rhythmic fuck on the bathroom floor. The lust was intense and he was going sooo deep. The floor was firm couldn’t bend or let me escape his deep fuck motion. I took it like a good boi. I began to moan. “Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh…uhhhhh…yes…”
Chas said into my ear in a low tone, “Yessss….take it …. Fuck back into me… take it, fuck me and moan like a bitch…”
I could feel his cock hitting and then passing my g-spot and taking me to orgasm. I moaned exactly as he wanted…”Ohhhhh…yessss…fuuuck meeee….uhhhhhh…”
Chas then took it to a new level, “Call me sugar daddy you little girly whore…call me sugar daddy…and beg me to fuck you…”
Pressed against the fur, the erotic friction quickly mounted inside my boi-cunt as well as along the outside of my cock. I was close to cumming and his words took me past the edge. I began to cum. As I felt the first shot of semen flow out and onto the furry rug I grunted in a femme twink guy/gurl voice, “Yessss Suuugar-daddy…fuck me…use me Suuugar-daddy…ohh! Yessss…I’m your… your whore…ahhh…uhhhh… Suuuhhhagarrrr-da..dah..dadddy!!”
I came, his fuck motion pumping my cock’s semen deep into the rugs furry depths. I turned my head and he saw and felt it happening. Chas pumped me hard several times and came with me, grunting as he pushed hard and up into my body for that first blast, and then sharp and deep for about ten or twelve more cum-shots.
When it was over there was no weird uncomfortable silence or awkwardness. He smiled and said I was hot and told me to clean up “as well as such a dirty boy like you can.”
Again, I was surprised at how much fun he could make a very degrading, nearly insulting thing be. I smiled as I picked myself off and turned on the shower saying, “Now, if I can just not be disturbed by rude needy people…”
We had a mid-day bite watching the end of a war movie and then we resumed watching a tranny movie we hadn’t gotten through the night before. It starred Vanity and she was a totally hot slut in the movie. We got horny, but instead, Chas knelt, opened my legs, and sucked me hard. Then he stood, turned and bottomed using me as his anal fuck-toy. I fucked him deep and hard, like he’d done to me and came in him without leaving the couch. That was the first time we skipped the condom.
He came just after I pumped him full form below, but just before I softened up. He caught his cum, licked it up, and held both side of my head as he passionately, like a lover, kissed me. Something I rarely did. In fact I mused as his tongue left my mouth coated in his cum, that the last time I’d kissed passionately and shared just-shot cum had been with the officer girl who was now out of the area getting gang-banged (about six months before she got kicked out).
Chas ended the kiss and smiled as he pulled away, now kneeling between my legs, my slimy cock against his neck, looking up at me. He blinked and said, “I better be careful, I might fall in lust with you…you whore.” Once again, he made a possibly awkward situation comfortable with demeaning tongue-in-cheek humor…I was starting to love that.
As he got up to get hot wet towels to clean everything up I smiled and realized he was different. He didn’t take things too seriously and added fun to the F in Fucking. He was and still is a true hedonist and smart ass.
Over an early diner of sautéed shrimp, my things packed and me ready to depart, Chas asked me to consider moving in with him. He said he wouldn’t feel bad if I still did things with others and that it would be fun to share others here at his house.
“I’m a true Sugar-daddy with cuckhold tendencies and a frequent desire to switch and dominate a whore like you.” He showed me his daughter’s old room, the original master bedroom before the remodel he’d done to make his fuck-chamber. The room was huge and had its own door and bathroom.
Chas leaned against the door-jamb to the bedroom and said, “I really mean it. I want this to happen. Maybe it lasts a few weeks, maybe much longer. I have been going to Power Trade looking for someone like you for years – sexual person with no relationship expectations. Now that I have found you tell me what you need. You know I’m comfortable, so you tell me what you need. You say it’s too far from base, I loan you a car. You need your space, I say, I am gone about a week a month back east and a few days during the week in L.A. You say you need privacy, I say fine, but don’t shut me out. You don’t want a gay relationship, I don’t either. I know you well enough and I know what you are dealing with and I know this is an amazing opportunity…for both of us. I can trust you. We know enough about each other ti be discreet and develop that trust.” He sold his offer vigorously. He wanted this to happen.
The following Friday I moved in and by Sunday my ass was really, really sore and the bathroom rug was pretty soiled.
Charles, or Chas, became my sugar daddy. To his neighbors I was his live-in roommate and house sitter. He was gone often, so this was accepted. He had me keep a low profile and look like a guy coming and going from his home during the day. Since his neighbors were wealthy retirees I could easily dress and make it out the long driveway and onto the main road without being noticed as a gurl.
When the doors were closed, we did it all. We slept together, apart, with others. We rudely awoke one another and put each other to sleep with massages. We had women and couples join us. I willingly traded myself as concubine or cuckhold for an amazing home to live in. In return he provided that home, board, and he showered me with gifts and every gurly I needed or wanted. My wardrobe filled and my look matured.
With a few exceptions, this became as much his home as mine for about three incredible years. When his ex-wife and c***dren came to Vegas to visit Chas took care of me with rooms on the strip and money as long as I promised to share my stranger-sex stories.
Over the next four years we had our ups and downs. If I was gay I would have romantically loved him, but as it was, I did love him, but not in a soul-mate manner. He was a sexual lover in the purest form and so was I.
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