Back when I was finishing grade 13 in high school, I had just reached the age when I could finally vote (among other things) and had access to one of the household cars. My folks had started a Friday night routine where they would go out for dinner and then catch a movie afterwards. They were always out of the house from 6pm until 11pm at the earliest. When I could rely on their being gone for that long every Friday night and having the house to myself for the evening, I would make up some little white lies to tell them about my plans and then go rent a movie from Classixxx, a chain of adu... Continue»
It happened a few years ago. I married young and 3 years in found me living like a middle aged woman at 23, with no sex life at all. Men think it's women who stop having sex after marriage...but its men too, my husband just stopped. So I began chatting again. It was the only bit of excitement I could look forward to in a day.
Here is my story:
I was up way to late one night, chatting with different men, looking for some sort of conversation that stirs something up inside me. That's when Jim IM'ed me. He started off very politely and he was being pleasant and genuine. Like all chats do, it eventually turned to sex and he told me he was watching porn while he was chatting. When I asked what kind, he told me a gangbang, then forwarded me the link. I watched that one, and then several others that he sent. From there it turned into a sort of relationship, he would email me porn links, and I would sometimes send him mine. We exchanged pics, he was not a supermodel, a lil overweight, and not much taller than me. but he was sweet. We would chat when online at the same time and sometimes it wasn't even about sex! just day to day stuff. Jim was a bit older, 44, Divorced, 2 k**s. After about a month, Jim started asking me to meet him somewhere for coffee or a drink. he said he would drive into town and get a room, and he just wanted to meet. You have to realize that I hate being mean to anyone, It's easier for me to go along with people rather than go against him. When Jim was asking to meet, he was so persisitant. I was reluctant, just because you never know what could happen, and I am a married woman. He kept asking and asking until finally I gave in. He was travelling from 3 hours away, so I agreed to meet him part of the way there, mainly so that I wouldn't run into anyone I know. When the meeting got set up, We agreed that we would give each other a hug, but nothing else really. When the day came, I put on light blue sundress with a halter top that tied behind the neck, the dress stopped above the knee. And of course, heels to go with it. Half of the excitement I felt about meeting him turned to nervousness that morning. But I didn't chicken out, I hit the interstate and made my way up to meet him.
As I got to the exit that I was going to meet him, I called him and he answered. "Oh thank god you called....I was afraid you weren't going to show.' blah, blah blah blah then he said 'I actually just got checked in to my motel, why don;t you just come over here and we can ride to the restaurant together?'. Again, me being the push over that I am was like, 'oh, ok, where is the hotel?' He told me where he was staying and when I found the hotel....I almost turned around. It was cheap and dirty, and had the live in motel people were standing all around looking at me drive up. I think I started to have a little panic attack. it was hard to breathe and I started thinking about just turning around and leaving. but before I had a chance to even consider it, he said over the phone 'There you are, come straight on back, I'm up on the second floor.' And he was, waving at me. I pulled down and parked near his room, and asked him if he wanted me to drive, and he said 'naah, come on up for a few minutes while I finish getting ready.' Me being me...I just said'....ummmmm, ok, I'll be up in a minute.'
As I walked up the stairs, my breathing didn't get any easier, my hands were shaking, and I was so freaking nervous. At the top of the stairs, he was leaning half out his doorway, staring at me like he was a starving man and I was a steak. As I got closer, he stepped back into the room, holding the door open, motioning me to come in. I did. The room smelled like an ash tray. everything in there was twenty years old..maybe thirty, including the comforter. I stepped in, he closed the door and smiled. He was a little heavier than he looked from his pictures..and a little older looking too. He was wearing Khakis and a golf shirt and socks...no shoes. After he flipped the door lock over, he held out his hands for a hug and told me I am more beautiful than my pics. I could barely even say Thank You because of the lump in my throat, I just kinda nervously laughed and he stepped up and put his hands around me. One hand was on my lower back, the other rubbing my my bare upper back. He pulled back just a little, leaving his hands on the back of my hips and asked me why I was so nervous. 'I dunno' I said. He smiled and came in for a kiss while at the same time sliding his hands farther back and down. I turned my cheek cheek and said something about us supposed to be going to lunch. Hi hands reach my ass and squeezed hard. 'Can we hang out here for a just a few more minutes before going out?' he stepped in closer and held me tighter, my arms folded in front me, hands on his chest slightly pushing back, but knowing even at full strength I wouldn't budge him. And it was at the point that I considered who I would call if things got out of hand. The police? After I went into his hotel room? My husband....no. My friends or f****y....no way. I didn't know what I should do, I couldn't think.
He went in for another kiss as I turned my face, he started kissing my neck and licking it, yes, licking. His hand were making my dress ride almost to my waist, I tried to slide it back down, but once his hands were underneath, they were locked. he had really strong hands, and he was squeezing my ass so hard, and his fingers were creeping down between my legs. I moved one hand to to kinda push his hand away, and he let go with that hand, only to reach up to grab my boob. All of a sudden I felt his other hand at the back of my neck, untying my dress. Before I had time to react, his 'boob' hand tugged at the front of my dress. I reach up quickly with both arms, holding the front portion up and I guess I let out a little gasp and I jumped back a couple feet to the wall.
He kinda looked pissed for a second, then stepped forward 'What the fuck? what did you think was going to happen up here?' I was freaking out. I was shocked, and my only defense was to just freeze. I didn't cry, but I was probably close LOL. He said 'No. Don't cry, I didn't mean to scare you.' Then he stepped real close and said real quietly 'Just give me a hand job and we'll call it even.' His hands were on my again, rubbing up and down. I didn't respond, but he moved one hand to himself and began unbuckling his belt and pants. He started kissing me on the lips, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. I felt him wiggling and adjusting until his pants slid down. he grabbed my wrist and held it in front of his crotch, rubbing his cock on my hand until i opened it, then closed my hand around it. He wasn't longer than average, he was kinda thick, but the head of it was Huge. I don't know why it was so big. I began stroking it up and down, and he pulled my other hand down, letting my dress fall forward, and my breasts hanging loose. He began squeezing them again, and alternating sucking on my nipple and my lips.
Then he stepped out of his pants, put an arm around my waist and moved me back, and then with another hand on my shoulder, sat me back on the bed. He slid knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and stepped between them. With both fists clenched in my hair, he moved my head closer, rubbing his cock on my face until I opened my mouth. as soon as he slid it in, he thrust forward and pulled back on my hair and just held me there. As his cock hit the back of my throat, I wanted to choke, and i wanted to breathe but it was impossible. then he pulled out for a second and right back in, and again and again until he started just fucking my throat. grabbed the side of my head to hold it still and just started thrusting in and out. He kept whispering 'you fucking whore, you dirty fucking whore.' and he didn't let up until the first shot of thick cum filled my mouth. He pulled out just enough to finish spraying everything else on my face. As though he had been saving up for this one, he covered me. And when he finally finished, he reached down, pulled my dress up and wiped his cock on it. The he looked me in the eye, laughed and said 'you still wanna go grab a drink?'
This is my first story...Longer than I thought, but I hope you like.