I've pretty much been a complete sex addict since I was 14 or 15 years old. From the first time I had it, I couldn't get enough.
Five years ago I decided to try and settle down by getting married. No more drugs, no more random one night stands, no more going places with the sole purpose of finding a new guy to fuck.
We got married and I buried my old life, locking it away from my husband and pretending to be the perfect wife. It worked perfectly for four and a half years.
My husband travels a lot for work and I do as well. I'm on a plane going somewhere at least once every two weeks.
On this occasion I had to fly to Las Vegas for 3 days of meetings with some potential new clients. Up to this point I had buried my past even in my own mind. It was like I was someone else. My past ways were somewhere deep in my mind, suppressed but as I would find out, not erased.
We were scheduled for two meeting with the possibility of a third if we needed it. The first meeting was pretty much terrible and the clients informed me they were flying back to LA that night.
Now here I am in Vegas by myself with 2 full days to burn. I could of just grabbed a flight but since this was my first time there I decided to stay.
The first night I was a good girl. I went to see a show, played some slots and was in bed by midnight.
The second day I went in to Caesars to do some shopping. I ended up seeing this dress at one of the shops that I had to have! It was a long form fitting black dress with a long slit going up the side. I tried one on and the fit was close to perfect. I had to have it so I treated myself.
When I got back to my room I sat there for a bit looking at the dress hanging there. Some of my old bad thoughts and ideas flooded my brain. That dress was bringing something out in me that I didn't fully understand at the time.
I decided I'd try and see how good I'd look in it so I took a shower, did my hair and make up and slid the dress on. I remember looking in the full length mirror and thinking this dress had the potential to get me in trouble.
I told myself to take it off and just go to bed but my old ways of teasing and tempting unsuspecting men rushed in my brain. I tried tricking myself that I'd just go down to the bar and have a couple drinks and just feel good.
I hit the bar in the casino and sat on the side where only a couple people were sitting on the other end.
After my second drink a guy came and sat down 2 seats from me. He was nice looking, not a knockout but tall, slender and wearing a nice suit.
In my past life I would of slid right over and put on the pressure. I wasn't that person anymore though. I was married, no longer the girl giving in to my desires. I had a true internal struggle going on.
"What could a little small talk hurt?" I thought to myself.
I broke the ice by asking where he's from and what he was doing in Vegas. I won't bore you all with the details of our small talk here, I'll just say we hit it off well.
He was really funny and told me he had a great day at the blackjack table. He was buying me drinks and obviously trying to get me drunk.
After I was full on buzzed he slid over to the seat next to me. He asked if I liked to party, I must of given him a confused look because he just laughed, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little vial that I knew all to well.
I knew better. I knew not to fall into this trap. My inner demons were just too strong and I stuck my pinky out under the edge of the bar.
He opened up the vial and spilled a touch onto my nail. Once again I knew better but as casually as I could I brought the powder to my nose and sniffed it in.
If you've never done coke then it's hard to explain how it makes you feel. It works really fast and within a minute or so I could feel my body tingling and my inhibitions flying away.
I felt like my animalistic self. I felt free and empowered. I was back in the prowl.
I reached my hand over and placed it right on his crotch. I looked him right in his eyes as we talked, continuing to rub his cock slowly but surely.
He was stumbling with his words as I could feel him stiffening under my touch. He was trying to act cool but he was having a hard time focusing.
After a few minutes of teasing him, I reached in my purse and grabbed the little sleeve that room keys come in and pulled one of the two out. I handed him the key, told him the room number and told him to meet me up there in 20 minutes.
I can't remember exactly why I made him wait the 20 minutes, I think I was just trying to clear my head a bit. Maybe trying to talk myself out of this.
By the time I hit the elevator the coke and booze were in full effect. I wanted to rip my clothes off right there. My entire body felt freakishly alive.
I got back to my room, peeled off my new dress and climbed in bed, staying on top of the covers.
It felt like forever before he arrived at my door. In the meantime I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I gently pinched my nipples and ran my finger lightly up and down my slit. I was literally drenched. My juices were leaking out of me as I thought about how bad I was being and how much I loved it.
I heard the key enter my door and my excitement grew. I couldn't believe I was back in this mode.
He entered the room and stared at me laying playing with myself. Not a single word was spoken as he approached the bed. I hopped up and crawled my way over to the edge of the bed where he stood.
I went right for his belt, fighting to get it undone and get his cock out. Finally I got the belt, button and zipper all undone. Pulled out his cock as his pants hit the floor and jammed it in my mouth.
I felt his cock stiffen as I worked my tongue around his head. I was uncontrollable as I drooled all over his stick. My spit dripping down and hanging off of his shaft as I took all I could in to my mouth. His hands rubbing gently on my back as I went to his balls, gently sucking them in as I stroked his cock with my hand.
The one thing that is tough when you're with someone new is that you don't know how much can they take. You don't know those little signs that tell you he's about to cum.
With that in mind I stopped my blowjob short, looked him in the eye and asked him if he was ready to fuck me?
He whispered that he was so I flipped over and got on my hands and knees. I scooted myself back toward him standing still at the edge of the bed.
He grabbed hold of my ass and teased my clit with the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down my slit, spreading my juices on his head. I pushed back against his cock each time he got close to my opening but kept failing.
I moaned as my pussy ached to be filled. The drugs and booze had my body feeling like it was on fire and the only way to put it out was to fuck it out of me.
"Fuck me please." I whimpered as I looked back at him.
Finally I felt his head pop in to my dripping hole. I'm not sure if it was from all the substances or the the fact that it had been so long since I had a strange cock in me. But feeling his entire length as it slid slowly deeper until it was buried inside me, almost sent me over the edge.
He held his cock inside of me and didn't move for a few seconds. I couldn't wait that long. I moved forward pulling his cock out almost all the way then slamming my pussy back onto his cock.
He moaned out and grabbed my ass hard as I kept this motion up. I could feel my wetness dripping down my inner thigh as I positioned the head of his cock right on my G-Spot.
I circled my hips letting his cock work its magic on my invisible spot up inside me. He didn't move a bit and let me use his cock to get myself off.
I'll tell you here that I cum really easy. If you find my spot I will cum literally in seconds.
With that being said it wasn't long until my body quivered and I felt the rumble of my orgasm building quickly inside me.
My moans were probably out of control at this point, I don't really remember. Whenever I have a G-Spot orgasm it feels like I'm blacking out.
I felt that rumble turn into a quake. My body shook as it released all that built up pressure. My pussy quivered as my orgasm tore through me. My pussy ejecting his cock out of me and I could hear my squirt shooting out of me and all over his stomach. (I squirt a lot)
I think this really turned him on because he instantly dropped to his knees, spread my ass apart and licked my pussy clean. He went hard from my asshole to my clit and in seconds I came again.
I collapsed on my stomach completely satisfied. That was exactly what my body and mind needed. All I wanted to do right then was go to sleep but I figured the faster I got him off the faster he would leave.
I told him to lie down and I climbed on top of him. I slid his cock all the way in my now sloppy hole. It slid in with ease.
I dug my nails in his chest hair and started riding fast. Tightening my pussy muscles hard as I did, trying desperately to get him load out.
It worked like it always does and in a couple short minutes it was his turn to whimper.
"I'm getting close" he stammered.
I took my left hand and reached it behind me and gently squeezed his balls as my pussy worked his shaft. He reached up and grabbed tits hard.
"I'm gonna cum" he yelled loud, startling me a bit.
I jumped off of him, bending down and took just his head in my mouth. I stroked his shaft fast. I felt his cock pulsate in my hand as the first stream shot in the back of my throat, followed by 3 or 4 big spurts that I let ooze down the back of my throat.
At this point I was struggling not to pass out. The booze and drugs had started to wear off, I was in orgasmic bliss and had a stomach full of a strangers cum.
He asked if he could stay the night with me but I told him I had an early flight to catch. (Total lie)
He stood up to get dressed and I don't even remember him leaving. I was passed out before he hit the door.
Hope you all enjoyed because i know I loved reliving it. If I get a good response maybe I'll share some more of my whoring ways ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/36md9m/fm_the_first_time_breaking_my_vows