What can I say? Just because I was brought up good, doesn’t mean I would stay good. I mean I might have turned into a little bit of a nasty slut since I was younger. Wait who am I kidding, I am a classy yet a very dirty dirty girl. I can’t help that I like to get fucked in all my holes by just about anyone, then agin that is if you are “someone”. Which brings me to tonight; I was out having a drink when I followed a nice gentleman out to his car. He pushed me up against the hood of his car as he fucked me senseless. It hurt so bad my face and pussy will be bruised tomorrow, from him slamming his cock into my cunt and pushing my face into the car. Just when I thought it hurt but yet felt so good and my holes were full of creamy cum,- here comes another guy wanting to have his way with me and fill me up with his juices. After he was done, a man was walking by and liked what he saw. He took down his pants and pounced on me, ramming me like a damn bull. Then as I started to push myself up from the car to pull my skirt down and walk away because I was so sore- whack! My face and my body slammed to the hood as another slut fucking bastard rammed his cum rocket into me and pounded away, there must have been two or three more guys right after. I can’t help but like the pain when a cock is thrusting in me, please don’t stop!
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It hurts so good!
Mature Phone Sex Sluts Do it Best
Mature phone sex sluts are like fine wine. We just get better with age. Ask Marcus. The college stud who wined and dined me last night. And of course, fucked me. He is actually the older brother of one of my students. When he picked his brother up after school one day, we had a chance encounter that left my pussy wet and my mind filled with dirty cougar thoughts of what I wanted to do to that stud.
He found my Facebook page and sent me a private message. Apparently, he was filled with dirty thoughts too. He couldn’t believe his brother was so lucky to have a naughty teacher like me. We exchanged dirty messages for a few days, before he asked me out. I dressed sexy and sophisticated for him as he was taking me to the finest restaurant in town then the opera. The boy was going through a lot to impress me. “I’m a sure thing,” I told him. He smiled, adjusted his pants to conceal his boner, and replied, “That doesn’t mean you still don’t deserve to be treated like a queen.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him. I love being spoiled and pampered. During the opera, however, I had to give back a little. I unzipped his pants, put my wrap in his lap to conceal what I was doing, and gave him an old fashioned hand job in the theater, surrounded by folks, while listening to Madame Butterfly. He came quickly, but that is never a problem. Boys that age cum quick the first time, then last hours for the second round.
When we were back at my place, I blew his cock in my formal gown. I was a high class slut. Eventually, my dress came off as he wanted to finger fuck my cunt and play with my breasts. We fucked for hours. His cock was stiff as a board and my cunt and ass dripping wet with excitement. I love college boys. They love to fuck. They are uncomplicated. No baggage. No cock issues. No commitment issues. Just hard dick issues. He wanted to cum on my face instead of my pussy. I love a creamy facial so I slurped on his dick, cleaned my fuck juice of his fuck stick and waited for him to blow his seed all over my pretty face.
Jet blast is more like what I got. What a fucking hot date. I got to dress to the nines; take in some culture and fine dining; and get fucked by a man half my age and twice as hard as any guy I have fucked in awhile. He didn’t fair bad himself. He got to fuck a MILF with the body of a coed and the sexual prowess of a porn star.
Talk dirty to me!
This last guy had the smoothest voice. It was one that belonged on the radio and I could just imagine that mouth of his that created those silky smooth words. I wanted more than his words in my ears, I wanted his mouth sucking tenderly on my clit, sucking and biting gently, and you know a big man with a thundering deep voice like that has a massive cock to accompany it and I wanted it. I wanted that machismo fuck stick pounding this pussy so hard I began to sweat on the other end of the line. I couldn’t help but rub my pussy lips on my desk chair while I was talking to him trying desperately to cum without being completely stretched out and filled up by the cock I could only have in my imagination. It was so depressing not getting that dick that I felt like I deserved. I wanted to feel him so far up inside of the twat that I could feel him in my stomach.
Messy Sex is the Best Phone Sex
Do you enjoy food play? When I was married, my husband always wanted to bring food in the bedroom, but I was too much of a neat freak. I have lost my inhibitions with age. I love messy sex now. I have this much younger fuck buddy, who loves to get creative in the bedroom. We use food all the time. This weekend things got super messy when we experimented with melted chocolate. I melted a few Hershey’s bars over the stove, grabbed some fruit and we got down and dirty, really dirty, well really sticky.
I drizzled hot chocolate all over his body. Watched as it ran over his chiseled abs. The chocolate followed the lines of his muscles. I tried to restrain myself, cover his entire body in chocolate, but I was licking it up faster than I could pour it. Chocolate covered strawberries can’t hold a candle to chocolate covered cock. My face was covered in dark sweet chocolate after I devoured his candy coated cock.
Of course, he had to douse me in the gooey mess too. We were rolling around on my bed covered in sticky chocolate, finger painting each other’s bodies with it. Melted chocolate is a nice lube. We fucked in it, turned my bed into Willy Wonka’s chocolate sex factory. He dipped strawberries and cherries in my cunt, then took a bite, then fed me. I even licked chocolate out of his ass crack. I wanted him to cum on my belly so I could see his white creamy cum blend in with the melted chocolate, creating a whole new gooey concoction. I played in his candy, mixed it in with the chocolate, licked it all off my fingers. Looking at myself covered in chocolate, made me so hot. Hard to believe I once was so rigid I wouldn’t let myself get messy.






















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