[MF] “so apparently this is something I do now”

First of all, thank you to everyone for the nice response to my last two stories. I have fun reliving them as I write them, and nice when you receive positive feedback and comments.

This night was probably the tipping point into my “slutty phase” of my life. I hadn’t really had a wild phase when I was younger, and now I was working out of town regularly in central Florida, and was developing some sexual confidence.

By this point, I’d hooked up with a few different women over the previous months, and had gone on a date with an attractive blonde woman in her early 40s my previous trip. We’d gone out to a bar, had some drinks, flirted like crazy and made out like teenagers. She wasn’t ready to sleep together on the first date, but we’d had a great time and she assured me she was eager to have more fun the next time I was in town.

She and I had met on a dating app and she was aware I was seeing other people too, but we didn’t talk about it (this isn’t the same woman from my previous story). I was also talking with another (brunette) woman that appeared to keep in very good shape, and was just looking for casual fun, and since life has a funny way of presenting challenges, she asked me out for a drink the same night I was supposed to meet up with my blonde friend.

So I’d arranged to meet my blonde friend at 11pm in my hotel bar, but the brunette was asking about an early drink. I thought to myself that this would allow me to be a gentleman and not try to sleep with the brunette on the first date, knowing I was gong to see my blonde friend later. As I write this I’m very aware I’m probably coming off like a jerk, but I assure you all I was thinking at the time was that the early drink was going to be a nice drink, and there was a good chance she would ghost me anyways.

I show up at the bar several blocks from my hotel and she’s already sitting at a hightop waiting. She standing the greet me wearing great jeans that seemed to be painted on her fit legs. She looked hot. We had a nice drink and chat, and as we ordered our second drink I thought I caught her sneaking a peak…

“Were you just checking out my bulge?” I asked jokingly.

“I can’t help it. It’s a reflex.” she said back with a laugh. “I’m a pervert. All my girlfriends give me a hard time.”

“So how’d I do?” I asked.

“Tough to tell for sure with jeans, but looks promising.”

By this time my exhibitionist blood was already pumping, and so I took her hand and placed it on my leg and started to run it up higher before releasing her hand and letting her decide.

“You don’t need to be shy…” I say.

She smiles, looks around casually as her hand explores up my thigh to the bulge forming down my leg.

“Oh my. More than I expected for sure…” she laughed.

Obviously all normal conversation is thrown out the window at this point and for the next two drinks we are talking about sex. Things we’ve done, things we want to do, things we like… all of it. As we chat, our hand are all over each others legs, and we are getting very comfortable with each other.

Now, I have to admit that this whole time I’m wondering what I should do… We are clearly getting along, we are clearly looking for the same thing, but I have another date later that night…

At this point in my life I hadn’t had two women in the same night (that story will come eventually) so I was honestly a little concerned that if I slept with this woman would I A) make it back to my hotel for my blonde friend, and B) be able to perform again if I did.

So I just tried to continue to be a nice guy, and not press too much. But it was becoming increasingly obvious that she wanted me to press more.

After a few drinks we agreed it was time to leave (it was approaching 10pm and I had to meet my friend at 11pm in the hotel lobby). It’s at this time I realize how much I’ve had to drink, and the fact that I’m more drunk than I meant to get.

We walked out of the bar and started to walk along a pathway that circles a nice lake. We stopped after a few steps and started to kiss. The kissing became full-on making out. And the making out was joined by gratuitous groping on both sides. I remember at one point unzipping my fly for her, and her hand immediately pulling my cock out (no underwear that night). It was around that time we realized that others were coming up the path towards us.

She broke the kiss to say “I’ll give you a ride back to your hotel, but first I’m taking care of that for you.”

Fuck. Who am I to turn down that offer?

So we walk the two block back to her car and she instructs me to get in the drivers side. She climbs in the passenger side and immediately reaches across to unzip my pants again and fish my cock out. She’s half kneeling on the seat, head in my lap with my seat pushed back and reclined, my cock now being worked by her gorgeous mouth.

Now, if you don’t know me you need to understand a couple things… I do LIKE blowjobs. They are sexy, and they feel nice… but in my opinion, they are the appetizer to sex. The other thing is that I don’t cum from them very easily, and especially not while in a compact car. But at the same time, I’m not going to complain!

After several minutes of enjoyment, I decide the gentlemanly thing to do it to at least try to return the favour as I realize that I probably won’t be able to cum, and I probably shouldn’t even if I could. I reach over to undo her pants and she stops me.

“Nope, this is all about you. We can do that another time.”

I then let her know that I might be too drunk to cum and we quickly start to make plans to meet up again. “I don’t live far from here” she says, “lunch at my place tomorrow?”

“Deal” I reply. She then drives me back to my hotel and drops me off with another kiss and a “see you tomorrow”.

I then make my way into the hotel and to the bar. My blonde friend is waiting for me.

“I was worried you were going to stand me up” she says, making me realize it’s now 11:20. “You have some catching up to do”. She motions to a shot sitting on the bar, and I notice a full glass of wine in front of her. I take the shot and she asks me what I’m having to drink. I can’t think quickly enough to come up with a reason why I shouldn’t have a drink, so I order one and do my best to avoid getting VERY drunk. I failed.

A lot of the rest of the evening is a series of snap shots. I remember us going up to my room and making out on the bed. I remember going down on her until she came all over my fingers and tongue. I then remember her taking off my pants and sucking my cock as I held her hair back. I remember her telling me she wasn’t ready to fuck tonight, but that she would take care of me… And then it goes a black… I don’t remember anything for a period of time.

Now, I didn’t pass out in the sense that I felt asleep. I think I more “blacked out” in the sense that I was still a functioning human being, but I just had NO awareness of what I was doing.

I guess at this point I should let you know one thing… my friend had a great ass. Like award winning booty. She was petite, but she had some curves.

Anyways… I don’t know how long I was “out” but all of a sudden my brain was functioning again, and I realize I have her bent over on the bed, ass in the air, and my tongue I buried deep between her cheeks.

I’d never eaten anyones ass before. In fact, it had never really crossed my mind to. But in this moment, WAY too drunk, with a borderline stranger, I remember realizing that I was eating her ass and I can clearly remember having this thought…

“So apparently this is something I do now…”

At this point, there is one thing to do. I added two fingers to her pussy and continued to eat her until she came for a second time.

This was 6 years ago now, and everything is a blur, so I can’t honestly tell you how the evening ended. I know we didn’t fuck because she wasn’t ready for that. I’m pretty sure I didn’t cum. And I think she might have stayed the night but I’m not even certain on that!

The next morning I had to work for a couple hours but at noon drove over to my brunette friends house.

She opened the door and motioned for me to come in. We started to kiss immediately. Clothes started coming off seconds after that. I remember her dropping to her knees to suck my cock in the entry way. I remember standing her up and her starting to lead me down the hallway to the bedroom but me stopping her to finger her and lick her pussy from behind. I also remember realizing she had mirrored doors on the closet at the end of the hall, and leaning her forward to brace her hands against the mirrors.

I can remember teasing her with the head of my cock for a few seconds to give her a chance to ask for a condom, but I can also remember that she reached back and motioned on my hip to push inside her.
I can still picture her face in the mirror as fucked in the hallway. That incredibly sexy combination of intensity and pleasure, that almost looks like pain.

Her bedroom was around the corner and I lay back on the bed as she straddled me. She guided my cock inside her as I grabbed her perfectly proportioned fake breasts. She rode me hard and fast to her orgasm, before I flipped her over and fucked her from behind again until I was ready to cum.
“where do you want me to cum?” I asked.

“Don’t you dare pull out!’ she said. God I love having had a vasectomy.

With that I grabbed her hair and pulled back firmly as I buried my cock deep in her pussy. If you could take 18 hours of edging and put it into one orgasm, that is the volume of cum that I must have flooded into her pussy. It was one of the more intense orgasms of my life.

“That was worth the wait” she said.

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