I have been a fan of your site for over a year and simply love rubbing my pussy to orgasm while I read the latest naughty story. I felt compelled to write to you and confess about my addiction to men. As long as I can remember, ever since I began to grow tits, I loved the attention I’d get by flirting with boys/men. The boys in my fifth grade class tried anything they could to get a glimpse at my tits. I was one of the few girls in the class that began the wonderful journey into puberty. I learned to use it to my advantage and got whatever I wanted from them if I let them touch my tits at recess behind the school portable. I learned quickly how powerful my sexuality was and how to use it to my advantage.
During high school I gained quite the reputation with the boys. They literally tripped over one another to gain my favour and did whatever I asked of them. Homework, projects, essays etc, were always taken care of for me by my adoring drooling boys. All it took was a seductive grope along their crotch, while my breasts heaved under their noses and they were putty in my hands. I was addicted to the power and craved their attention.
As I matured, my tits grew to an amazing 40D. I keep my body well maintained by going to the gym in our office building four times a week. I love to show off my assets by dressing really sexy although I have been told I dress like a slut, a whore, a skank; you get the picture. I dress the way I do because I know it attracts the men. And I love it! The only time I dress ‘professionally’ is for work due to our strict dress code.
So now I’m thirty six years old and a great mom to two kids. Currently I work as a billing coordinator for a law firm here in Somerville, NJ. I was married to Eliot, my first husband, but unfortunately we ended in a nasty divorce about two years ago. I know it’s my fault we split up, but I am not going to change who I am. Right after the divorce I met Andy at a weekend photography class I took at Raritan Valley Community College. The moment I walked into the room, he couldn’t keep his eyes off my tits. They were glued to my very low cut blouse and my healthy exposed cleavage. By the end of the weekend, I had him in my bed and we fucked for hours until we passed out. Several weeks later, we married.
By dressing sexy, I get the attention I want. Both my ex-husband and my current husband Andy were drawn to me for this exact reason. I can’t help it they feel insecure from all the attention I get by other men. I married them didn’t I, so what’s their problem? They certainly didn’t mind how I dressed before we got married, so why change? This is who I am!
So here’s my secret.
I get bored with the same man very easily and for the past five years, I have been having sex with men I meet online. Yes, I’ve been fucking men, lots of men, all kinds of men that I’ve met online for the last five years. Eliot my first husband had grown suspicious of me and followed me one night. He watched me pull into a sleazy motel where I met a guy in the parking lot and began French kissing him wildly against his car. He then watched us walk arm in arm towards the motel room; where I was dressed like a ‘street whore’ as he called it. Needless to say, he demanded a divorce. My husband Andy has no clue at all that I am hooking up with men every week, sometimes even twice a week. I am able to hook up with these men after work while Andy works the second shift doing maintenance at a large manufacturing plant here in Somerville. With him working the different shift, it allows me the freedom I need to hunt and play.
I have a ‘system’ of course. I prefer married men and guys who are visiting from out of town usually on business trips. I have an ad online on a certain website and have several secret emails. Each day I check my emails and reply back to them and give them a number from my secret cell phone. I call it my ‘fuck buddy’ phone. I do not get emotionally involved with these men and I try not to see them more than twice to avoid complications. Also I never ever use my real name, and never provide too much detail about myself. It’s too risky giving them too much information. I let them know upfront from the start that it is just a ‘fuck and forget’ situation.
I have no particular type of man that I desire. I have been with many men of all ages and races over the years. Just last night I hooked up with a guy who emailed me last week. He was going to be in town on a business trip for one night. I met him at the specified time and location and headed up to the hotel room. He was an older guy I’d say was fifty-ish. He was handsome and rugged and kissed incredibly. He pulled me onto the bed and slowly stripped off my black micro mini skirt and licked his way up my black pantyhose sending shivers through my entire body. I could feel my pussy juices begin to soak through the pantyhose. Obviously I wasn’t wearing any panties. He buried his nose into my wet crotch and groaned as he smelled my scent. He began to run his fingers over my pussy and told me I was a naughty slut. Suddenly he gripped hold of my pantyhose at the crotch and tore a hole in them exposing my bare wet pussy. He pushed my legs back hard and rammed his tongue deep into my pink gash. I gasped, gripped his hair and held his face in tight as he lapped and sucked away on my pussy. Moments later a massive orgasm rocked my body.
He pulled my sheer lacy blouse off and feasted on my rock hard nipples while he finger fucked my hungry pussy. His experienced fingers found my g-spot within moments and began rubbing it until I screamed and begged for mercy as orgasm after orgasm riddled my body. I had lost count of how many orgasms I had and I hadn’t even seen his cock yet! This was definitely a man who was all about MY pleasure! He slid back down between my thighs and tongued my pussy as it had never been tongued before. I felt the pressure growing as he worked his magic, and suddenly a huge stream of pussy juice sprayed out soaking his face, his hair, and his clothes. I knew I was a squirter, but never like that before! I lay back to catch my breath as he slipped out of his now very wet clothing. My eyes travelled down his broad shoulders, to the lightly silvered hair on his firm chest and continued until they stopped at his rock hard cock. I was mesmerized immediately and felt my mouth water as I drank in every detail of his cock and full swollen balls. I needed him immediately!
I pulled him to the edge of the bed and got on my hands and knees facing him, taking his pulsating cock into my hands. My tongue began to dance around his silky helmet and down his rigid shaft to his balls. My hand massaged each testicle before sucking each one into my mouth and savouring the feeling of them in my mouth. My nose buried against his groin, I inhaled his clean soapy scent with a hint of his musk, which made me dizzy with lust and desire. I pumped his cock with one hand while massaging his balls with the other as I licked and sucked. He moaned and groaned; his hands gripped my hair, ordering me to take it all. I took his cock deep to the back of my throat, pump after pump. I felt his cock swell as he fought the urge to explode in my hot, wet mouth.
“Time to fuck you,” he said and turned me the opposite direction and plunged his cock into my desperately hungry pussy. His cock filled me completely, as his balls banged against my sensitive clit. “Harder,” I begged, “Harder, fuck me good and hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!” He pummelled my pussy, bang after bang, thrust after thrust. It was a good thing the bed was attached to the wall otherwise I’m positive it would have moved to the center of the room from all the thrusting! We sucked, licked, fingered and fucked for three more hours until we were completely spent. We fucked again while showering before heading our separate ways.
Last month I met a much younger black man. He was twenty seven and was about to get married to his high school sweetheart. She didn’t like giving him oral sex because his cock was too big for her mouth. I could already see the large bulge in his pants and couldn’t wait to see it. He sat in the chair and I knelt between his knees and unzipped his pants like a kid about to open her Christmas present. I reached in and wrapped my hand around his growing cock and noted that my hand couldn’t quite wrap all the way around it. My mouth was already watering as well as my pussy. I pulled it out, gasped and smiled as I began to lick up the shaft of his ten inch fat cock. Immediately he began to tremble as I gave him the most incredible blow job he had ever experienced. He cried out he was about to blow his load and I motioned him to go ahead. His legs stiffened as I continued sucking his cock. Suddenly I felt the most powerful shot of cum shoot straight to the back of my throat! Spurt after creamy hot spurt, he unloaded his balls into my mouth. I swallowed every ounce of it as quickly as I could, but there was so much of it, some escaped out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I scooped it up with my fingers and licked them off happily like a well fed kitten. The smile on his face was priceless.
I worked his cock back to erectness and he fucked my pussy until it gushed over and over again. Still hard he asked if I enjoyed anal. Apparently this was another thing his fiancé refused to do with him. I thought he would never ask. I grabbed my bag and pulled out a bottle of my favourite lube and lathered his stiff cock until it glistened. I got onto my side and raised my leg as he oiled up my asshole to his satisfaction. Gripping his cock, he aimed his head against my sphincter and began to apply the pressure. It took some warming up, but within moments, his helmet suddenly sunk into my ass. Slowly we began a steady rhythm, my ass taking him deeper and deeper until his cock was buried balls deep. He reached around me and began rubbing my clit, fucking my ass harder and faster. My anal orgasm began to grow, my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head as I gripped onto his legs pulling him even deeper. “Ohhhhhh yeahhh!!! Yeah, take my big black cock up that tight little ass!” he cried. My anus gripped his cock like a vice grip as I experienced the most intense anal orgasm ever. He screamed he was about to cum and pulled out his cock and sprayed his load all over my ass. Once we gained our breath back, he asked me if he could see me regularly. I reminded him of our agreement of ‘fuck and forget’.
Please understand though, I do really love Andy and want to be married to him and be with him forever. But I feel no guilt or shame meeting many men for sex. It is who I am, it’s what I need. I crave this attention from men to make me feel whole. Andy just can’t ever know about it. He wouldn’t understand so this will always be my secret, between me and now you.