Reminiscing: My college days hooking up with men twice my age [FM]

“I never thought I’d get so lucky to date a cutie like you.”

During our brief date, he licked his lips and looked into my eyes repeatedly — I liked the feeling of being so crassly desired. He was in his late 40s, possibly 50s, while I was a college senior. I thought I knew what he meant but, in retrospective, I didn’t. It’s just I was too horny to decide any better. My early adulthood was marked by hormonal episodes that made me crave sex permanently, and porn had ingrained in me the desire to be a slut. If I was going to put time into getting laid, I wanted to skip past the generic encounters.

The judgmental looks I got at the bar that day were part of the turn on: the women around me knew I would be giving my body to a man I had no legitimate business in dating.

I met him through one of my many postings on Craigslist.

As a moderately hot college student then, I have to say I had a surprisingly hard time finding sexual opportunities. Maybe I was too awkward, maybe I was too shy in person. He wasn’t particularly enticing; he just kept me engaged and followed through with meeting.

We met at a restaurant-bar near his apartment. My blue strapless dress clung to my curves on that sticky summer day, and he did not even pretend to notice anything above my chest. I strategically wore the dress so that it would only cover half of my breasts, just above my nipples. After a drink and a short and meaningless conversation, we left to his apartment. I smiled at the mother likely badmouthing me on my way out.

I knew I would never see him again, so it was easy to let him treat me like the dirtiest slut on the planet. When he closed the door to the apartment, there were no pleasantries or small talk. He buried his hands under my dress, pulling it down to hold my breasts and pinch my nipples. His tongue invaded my mouth immediately, and his hands moved to hold me firmly, maybe wondering if I’d pull back. But I stayed in his arms, open, willing: I held my mouth open to get ravished by his tongue, I pressed my bare breasts against his chest when he held and squeezed me.

It was a reckless decision. Nobody knew where I was, and I knew nothing about him. I was part scared, part excited, primarily horny. I knelt down, with my dress ruched below my breasts, and looked up at him playfully. I think he was shocked. He was not hot, he was not rich, he was not smart: he had just been at the right place at the right time. His dick was hard and I opened my mouth wide, playing with my tongue. He took the hint and started going in and out slowly, looking at the show in my face, covering me with his precum.

He grabbed the back of my head and I moaned, thinking this would be the first time I would get facefucked. He did not fulfill that fantasy of mine, however. He brought me closer to him, indeed pushing himself into my mouth, but it did not last long before he stopped and took me to his bedroom.

He removed my dress and motioned me to get on all fours on his bed, now more confident in his dirty talk. He tugged on my thong and touched me as he said mine was the biggest ass he had ever seen, asking if I had ever been ass-fucked. His tongue and fingers found their way to my pussy, lubricating me and readying me for what was to come.

After stimulating me on all fours, he pulled out a condom from his nightstand and asked me how I wanted to be fucked. I told him I didn’t know. I don’t think he particularly cared about what I wanted. He started fucking me doggy style, fondling my ass and grunting from the minute his meat pushed my insides apart. I bent over further, raising my ass and pushing my head into his mattress. At first, my vaginal pleasure was mild; the enjoyment came mostly from knowing I let a Craigslist man twice my age pound me.

See, at that age, I didn’t know my body well. I did not know what I needed to cum, what drove me over the edge, what would have my legs shaking. And my mediocre lover would not be able to figure it out; maybe he was just not interested. But I let my stay run its course and I was happy to be a full slut for the day, even if I didn’t have the wild orgasms I dreamt of after an adolescence of watching porn. After doggy, he tried missionary. I rode him. Our sweat built up and we kept at it for a good couple of hours — though stopping often to keep his orgasm at bay. He kept me entertained with his fingers and tongue when he was not fucking me.

As time passed and we kept at it, his confidence grew, and he became more daring. During one of the breaks, he asked me if I had fantasies. I said I loved the idea of walking in public with a load of cum inside me. He grinned, and I realized I had messed up. I tried to walk it back saying I still wanted to use a condom, but in hindsight it was too late. He knew at that moment that the college girl in his bed was a little horny bimbo, an easy prey, open to do anything he wanted.

With my earnest confession, the standard fuck was over. He told me to reverse cowgirl him, and in indulging him I found an angle that worked particularly well on my pussy. I was bending forward with my elbows on his bed, my back arched, my ass jiggling as I rode his dick.

“Look at me and tell me you want my cum inside you.”

In the middle of the buildup, I turned my head to look at him, my hips still riding him, and I said I didn’t want him to take off his condom. He grunted and pushed my pussy lips apart with his fingers, spreading my flesh, admiring the show of his dick fucking my little pussy while my eyes were fixated on him. My insides enjoyed the angle, the slut shaming, the kink, and he could probably feel the pressure building around his cock.

“You’re such a slut you’re not going to get off my dick even if I fuck you raw. Fucking little cumslut.”

That was it. That was the push I needed. After a long session, this was when he had me wrapped around his finger, my body unable to stop riding him until I found relief. I came around his cock, consummate slut. I dropped my hips on his, panting to recover, when I realized he was going to come as well. Was he going to slip off the condom?

He slapped my ass and pulled out of me. He kept his condom on while he came.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you fuck me raw.”

When all was said and done, I left. The streets were crowded with people enjoying the summer evening. I was not full of cum, but I wandered thinking of what just had happened — wondering if I’d be bold enough to go back to the same bar and flirt with a different man, this time without Craigslist mediation.

Long story short, I didn’t. But I did go back to my email inbox and I replied to the next guy in line.

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