I am a very
well educated guy from a good family. Engineers, school teachers, protestant
priests, my forbears had some college education since at least the 19th
century. Myself, I am the proud owner of a PhD and senior lecturer at
university. Furthermore, I have two lovely children, a house and a car. The
archetype of bourgeois suburban happiness. My dark side, however is next to
occasional recreational marihuana use and masturbating to pornography, the
visit to trash whores. The trashier, the better. I am choosy in a certain way:
if the woman of my (temporary) dreams has saggy tits, hairy pits and pubes, I
had a wonderful time. Otherwise, I am not difficult, black or white, fat or
skinny, old or young (not underage, I am not a pervert, no?). If it can be
avoided, I keep away from victims of human trade or forced prostitution. That
is more difficult to control, I cannot ask: do you have a pimp? Moreover,
poverty and substance misuse can also force a woman into the profession. The
most important is a good relationship with the woman. You cannot expect
girl-friend-sex but at least a bit of conversation and a cuddle before and
after. Not just “hop on, hop off kind of sex.
‘Nough
said! I try to keep to more or less chronological order.
Anne: When
I first met her, she was still rather young. Maybe 20. She had short-cut black
hair and a terrible row of carious teeth. I hoped also saggy tits, but in the
love hotel we went to, this was rather disappointing. Hers were still firm.
However, she had a nice bush of dense, curly black hair. Well, at that time,
most whores still had their pubic hair. Furthermore, she was on the stocky
side, without being downright fat. Sex was not exceptional, the only exciting
thing was that she took the filled condom and drank my sperm out of it. “I love
this taste”, she said. I met her regularly and when I passed in the district,
she always approached me to offer her services. From time to time, I agreed to
take her, knowing that at least you could have a blow-job followed by
penetration and orgasm. In contrast to most trash whores, she was always on the
safe side. Bare-back blow job was all she did, against extra fee and not very
well. Furthermore, I tried to avoid her most of the time because she was moody.
Depending on what substance was running around her brain, she could be very
careless and absent-minded or do something exciting. Like anal sex in her hairy
asshole. Next time, you could, however, not be sure to have the same. Over the
years, she started running out of teeth; finally the upper ones were replaced
by a denture. At that time, a blow-job became more exciting, as well as
French-kissing her without teeth. The only drawbacks were the sharp-edged
carious stumps in the lower jaw and her cigarette breath. With the time, I
found out that her armpits had a very exciting perfume. Especially when she let
her armpit hairs grow. Which did not happen all the times, apparently sometimes
she shaved to do a favor to a lover or a client. We met from time to time, we
had each other’s mobile phone numbers. Hers sometimes was out of use, she may
have sold, pawned or had stolen hers. After my divorce we met more often. Not
that we ever hoped to get more close but she improved her service. French
kissing became standard and even more exciting as she also lost her lower
teeth. At that moment, also bareback blow jobs became standard. She also was
slightly submissive and adored to deepthroat me and having me come in her mouth
or even throat. I liked to push down her head when I came until she gagged on
my penis and sperm.
Finally, I
was able to shag her without rubber. I had her first blow me bareback and then
I tried to enter her the natural way. She just asked if I wanted it like this
and when I said yes, she let me in, insisting on my not coming in her pussy. I
was a bit nervous and had some erection trouble first. After a second blowjob,
I was firm enough to raise her legs, position her vagina in the right angle and
penetrating her. She seemed to appreciate and started kissing me, shoving her
large tongue in my mouth and letting me swish mine over her toothless gums.
When I increased my speed, she was afraid that I would come in her and insisted
again to pull it out at the right moment. I told her that I have promised and
just got into another rhythm. When I finally felt my sperm boiling up, I pulled
out, climbed on her belly and pushed my penis deep into her mouth. I forced her
head forward, thrusting my dick deep in her throat and came like crazy.
The second
time, I felt more confident. She proposed to take a rubber but did not insist.
You prefer natural? She asked and let me in. While I was fucking her and
sniffing her wonderful hairy armpits to fuel my excitement, she admitted that
the last time we met had her so excited that she masturbated and came with a
loud cry. We had sex in different positions, I on top, she on top, reverse
cowgirl and finally doggy. While I was doing it she interrupted me saying she
had to piss. We went into the shower stall and she let her water run over my
penis that I had placed between her legs. After that she turned on the water to
rinse us followed by her kneeling on the shower floor and sucking me off.
Hereby, I forced my penis so far into her throat that she gagged and threw up a
little, luckily the shower cleaned up the mess. I came deep in her throat
giving her no chance to spit it out.
I quickly
made a new appointment with her and brought a painter’s cover sheet, plastic
sheet covered with absorbent paper. Stupidly enough, while cutting it down to
bedsheet size, I must have cut it wrong, not quite knowing how that thing was
folded initially. So I ended up with loose shreds but packed it nonetheless. I
showed it to her and she liked the idea. I barely had time to unfold the sheet
and discover that it would probably leak a bit when placed or loaded unluckily
when she called out that she had to piss right now. I quickly arranged the
sheet for maximum safety and comfort and lay down on my back. She knelt above
me, showing her hairy pussy. I asked her to aim at my gland and she let loose a
soft warm shower. I was immediately fully erected, my excitement a bit troubled
by the fear of making a mess. When she finished pissing, she started cuddling
and sliding her body over mine well lubricated by her urine. Then she turned
round, offering her pussy for licking and took my penis in her mouth. I licked
her pissy pussy for a while and then got up to remove the wet cover and wrap it
neatly in the plastic bag it came from. Then I took a quick shower. Anne, on
her back, unwashed, spread her legs to offer me her cunt. I entered her
unprotected, she was wet and willing. I enjoyed sliding in her ever more
lubricated pussy. Sometimes she ground her pelvis into my crotch to make me
enter her deeper. From the sighs she made it was clear that, even if she did
not have an orgasm, at least this was enjoyable to her. When I felt like coming,
which did not last very long in her slippery cunt, I again pulled out,
straddled her, pushed my penis down her throat and filled up her esophagus.
Next time, I will bring a better cover sheet to fully enjoy our watersports.
As I said,
she was moody. Watersports were not more repeated, but, who knows one day she
could be inspired enough AND I have the plastic sheet with me. However, the
last time we met she allowed me to fill her pussy with my sperm. I must admit
that that time I did not last very long…
