Using a sissy to get off (M53/M31) [I swear I’m straight!][ATM, painal, slut]

_everyone mentioned here is at least 18 years old._

I’ve (M53) invited Joey (31), a pretty girl, to my hotel room. She wants to be good for daddy. Joey goes straight to the bathroom to get ready. She’s already shaved all over, locked up her little cock, and is wearing a big buttplug. Now she’s getting her sexy little body dressed up for me.

I’m sitting in a comfortable chair when she comes out to show off her skimpy outfit. I stroke my cock under my shorts as she dances around and shows me that she’s not wearing panties under her silly little skirt. I pull the plug out and tease her anus with it, then shove it back in place.

Joey knows what to do. She kneels before me and pulls my shorts down my hairy legs. Daddy’s cock is already stiffening and she just touches the head with her tongue to get some precum that’s leaked out. But she’s not here to tease me. We’ve been texting all morning and I’m horny as fuck. I pull her head down by the hair and she starts giving me delicious head. My balls are already full as she attacks my dick like a good little whore. I tell her what a cheap slut she is, sucking me off in the middle of the day in a hotel. Joey murmurs, sending vibes through my supersensitive cockhead.

Impromptu poo (M33,F34) [anal, public, poop (watching only)]

It was nearly three a.m. The party atmosphere had mostly quieted down, though there were still a few dozen people around the campfires near the fairgrounds entrance. Most were in drunken pairs, although there were pockets of loud midway girls, some still in uniform. The fires provided some light—as well as a lot of totally unnecessary heat; it had been ninety degrees (32°C) at sundown. But it was the last night of the festival; thus the huge party.

Anyway, Bella (F34) and I (M33) had met a few days prior and hooked up under one of the stages. I wanted anal and she did too, but under the conditions we settled for vag: hot, missionary, intense lovemaking. But now we were sharing a joint of some particularly potent weed and I wanted to cash in my butt raincheck. I pointed out a half-full bottle of olive oil knocked over on one of the few buffet tables still standing. Bella thought it over for a millisecond or so, then said yeah—why the fuck not?