I genuinely can’t’ stop and even if I could, I don’t want to.  In fact, the more shocking the experience, the better it is for me. I became bored with just having sex with random men and women and jumping into bed with couples for the sake of it so I did this.

Not a lot has changed wince I wrote last.  I’m still married, I still couldn’t get pregnant if I wanted to so nothing’s holding me back.  I’m still a straight woman who loves to tease women into fucking just for the experience, and I still love to target men who I am convinced would never fuck me just to see if I can have them or just to see if I can get a man who clearly wants it to fuck me in the strangest places.   This was one of the best (In a shocking sort to way).

I’m in a hotel (As usual) and a old (as in early 70’s) man in a business suit passes and smiles. His eyes do that quick glance down and back up so he can get a quick look and my cleavage hoping that I didn’t notice.   He’s handsome, walks without hunching over, has bright white teeth which shine more because of his rough tanned skin.  He has that confident but respectful demeanor about him.  I can tell that if he was younger, he would do what he could to get me into bed but now, he just smiled and looked down, a sort of smile and look that gave away his confidence but the look down to sort of say ‘if only I (he) was younger’.

I made sure we got into a conversation so I could learn as much about him as I could and then, later in the evening after I had finished work and was on my way back to my room, I found him sitting on his own, reading a newspaper.   I jokingly asked him if he was stalking me, he smiled and said if only he was younger.

We walked to the lift and chatted; his room was opposite mine (but I knew that).  In the lift he offered to carry some files I had like the gentleman he was.  When we reached our respective rooms, I took my files but slid a completely boring and unimportant leaflet into his coat pocket.  Then, I went to have a shower to get myself ready.  Dried myself and put on the dressing gown I wear that says ‘come and fuck me’, a pearl white, silk dressing gown, opened my door, checked that no one else was in the hall and took two steps so I could know on his door which I did before running back to my room.

He opened his door and looked at me.  I was standing a good 6’ inside my room with my dressing gown closed except for a small part that was open, juts enough for my breast to not to be completely bare but to be seen with my nipples hidden.   He stopped, looked and had that look that told me that he was seriously considering walking over and taking me.   I told him about the very important leaflet that I was sure fell into his coat pocket and that I needed to study.   He looked a little unsure but went to get his coat.  By the time he came back with the leaflet in his hand I had taken the gown off and stood there naked, this time (after checking again to see that no one was in the hallway) I was stood at the door, to show him my daring side.

He didn’t say anything, heh just walked over and into my room taking me by the arm.  I asked him what he was going to do, he told em that he was going to fuck me and show me what an old man can do. And with that he pressed me against the wall, gripped my breast, then slid his hand between my legs and let his fingers explore me between my legs.  And whilst he did his exploring, I undid his trousers and pulled out what was a huge, very thick and very very hard cock.

After all my experience with men’s cocks I feel stupid that I made this statement, but I pulled myself bak so hard that I banged my head against the wall and gasped telling him that it was huge.  Actually, not the biggest I’ve had but a good 9” based on my hand size and thick enough that my hand could barely wrap around it.    He laughed and said that they don’t get smaller with age, then put his hands on my shoulders and applied pressure suggesting that we see if it fits.   With that, I was on my knees gently trying to get my mouth over his bell end.  I managed it, just and for a few minutes sucked his cock or a more accurate description would be , I let him gently fuck my mouth.

That was before this old man with his tanned wrinkly but not saggy skin pulled his cock out of my mouth, lifted me like I was no wait at all, laid me gently and softly on the bed like the gentle man he was, stood at my feet, opened my legs and went to examine my there with his tongue.  His mouth took me to the point of no return, the point at which you know you’re going to cum and there’s nothing you can do about it but you’re not there yet.  Whilst his tongue tasted my clitoris, lapping and sucking. He knew exactly what he was doing, reaching up to gently examine my breasts and tease my hard and equally sensitive nipples before his tongue slid up to my belly button and his fingers replaced it whilst he sucked and teased my belly then my breast until his hand took his cock and guided it so it would slide into me with no delay.

Normally, when I man’s cock slides into me or a woman’s rubber strap on doing the same I have that sinking feeling that puts me into a state that just says, ‘fuck me’, do what you want to me but just do it now.  But this time was different.  His cock stretched me so much that for a second, it was uncomfortable before that sinking feeling washed over me.  This time was different, I sank, then felt lifted up as he thrust himself into me. His face on my neck, his mouth kissing me whilst he ever so gently fucked me telling me what a beautiful woman I was.   He lifted his head and placed his face just above mine and continued to gently thrust his huge cock into me whilst telling me how lucky he was that we met and how he wanted to fuck me the moment he saw me, how he wanted his cock to stay inside me until me could feel me cum.  He asked em not to cum yet, to hold off so he could enjoy this. He asked me if I wanted him to cum over me or inside me and whilst he fucked me, I kept thinking what A fucking gentle man he was, even though his cock was deep inside me.

I begged him to fuck me hard yet wanted it to last. He did both.   Oh fuck he was big and hard.  I don’t usually give instructions, I just enjoy the experience but this time I demanded that he fucked me hard, in fact I think I instructed him to ‘pound my pussy and make me cum’.   He did as I asked and took my feet to his shoulders and pounded his long hard cock into me until I let him know that I was going to cum and begged him to cum inside me.  At the exact moment that I climaxed and almost passed out; I felt his cum pour into me making me cum all over again.  I’m sure I did pass out for a brief second.

He lay on his back and held me like a caring lover, not a stranger who had just met and fucked me. And yet, despite the fact that he had just cum in me, twice and in huge qualities, he was still hard.  I couldn’t resist, so slid down to suck his off again, to let a small about of remaining semen splash onto my tongue.   He spent the night with me, we slept and fucked and slept and fucked most of the night.  I rode his shaft and looked down on him, glad I had this experience and actually started to fall for him, my gentleman shag.

He spent the next evening in my bed, we only fucked the once, sort of, he had me doggy style, I rode him, he fucked me in the bed, against the wall and in the bath.  In fact, does it could as only one shag if he fucks you four times and cums in you each time and the sex last hours. He was a better shag than most men half his age and I doubt I’ll have that experience again.