Hi, my name's Kat. Here's my story. A coming of age story - or "cumming" of age story you could say!
At the time of writing I've just turned 20. I'm a student in a city in the north of England. I'm still living with my parents, preferring to save money for after graduating. I kept all my old friends who stayed and usually hung out with my then boyfriend. A boring life looking back with it all boringly planned out. That was until he dumped me for a blonde bimbo from the south in his class with big tits -- the total opposite of me...
Overnight the future I had planned out disappeared and I was lost. Instead I threw myself into my studies and exercise, refusing to let him and his new bitch win. Studying late, running and going to the student discount gym, and seeing more of my friends.
I started going out with them more, as they tried to get me "back on the horse" but after a couple of drunken fumbles with guys from bars I wasn't interested in one night stands, though blowing off steam and going out and getting drunk probably was good for my system at the time. After just being with my ex I thought new guys would at least be a new thrill but the reality was clumsy and awkward and in the end I just wanked them off to get out of it. One of them said stop after a while as it was hurting and the other guy was too drunk to keep hard. Quite the ego crush after being fragile from my breakup and no, I never came close to coming either time from their attempts at fucking and fingering me.
To escape and skill up I got into reading erotica and watching porn in my frustration. Something I'd never done before really. Aside from the 2 hook-ups, I'd only been with my boyfriend for the last 4 years since school and sex for us was quick and dull when we could get it -- both living at home. We never thought to change positions or location or anything really. I barely even sucked his dick and only then as foreplay for like a minute. He was quick and looking back, pretty small. I'd never come from him at all either, be it finger, dick or oral. But then again, looking back, I had hardly been a great lay either I guess.
So began my journey of sexual discovery. In my academic head I was researching. What did men like really? What kind of woman did they want? How could I get and keep a man, a better man? Did I want a new man or something else even? Should I play the field more? The answer of what all men wanted seemed to be clear enough though - an eager, submissive slut. Keep their balls empty. Suck them off -- deep and sloppy. Let them come in your mouth, on your face or tits. Fuck and suck them often and in different positions. Dirty talk and even let them fuck you up the arse as a treat. All the time you're their submissive but enthusiastic plaything. Take it well and enjoy a good dicking. Keep their balls drained, stomach full and don't give them stress, the articles I read seemed to say as well, but from an empowering slant. You had to own it, sister!
But how to practice for a potential other suitor when I was ready and opportunity knocked? One-night stands were just drunken rolls on a mattress or grope down an alley behind a bar, and in the small city I lived in most of the students knew each other at least by sight -- another reason I'd quickly stopped that night time activity. Online was the same issue as the local pool of guys my age was kinda small. I needed an anonymous teacher to show me the ropes.
A few months of this, porn and parties went by, resisting my girlfriends' attempts to wing woman me and take their advice to try online dating and hook-up apps. That was until I was looking on an ads site for a cheap second-hand bike, now I was keeping fit and my ex wasn't regularly picking me up from my parents' house in the suburbs, when I came across the personal section of the site and couldn't help having a look. I went on the men looking for women section. The ads seemed to be either by weirdos, foreign men or older blokes. Some were boring and others over the top in their perviness. Anything from walk in the parks and a film to dogging spots and foot fetish requests. The site seemed totally unmonitored by any kind of admin (this was just before apps and sites like Tinder got going really). I wasn't bothered about the creepy foreigners but the older gents' posts had me hooked and I found myself going back again and again over the coming weeks out or morbid sexual curiosity.
I have to admit reading them made my pussy wet. Older guys fucking younger girls had been my go-to porn and stories for a while. The classic landlords, baby sitters, professors etc. I don't know why. I don't have daddy issues or anything, it was more of a power and experience thing I guess. The older man blackmailing, tricking or manipulating the naïve young girls in their schemes to get on their knees or bend over made me damp just fantasising. I found myself day dreaming about being them, but willingly. Dominated by an older, experienced man who'd show me a thing or two. As I sat in my room at my parents' house scrolling through the regulars my pussy would always start to tingle and I'd began to rub my clit before coming and feeling really dirty -- this wasn't what I should be turned on by. I should be horny for ripped models and athletes, not dad bods and old fogeys. Was I fucked up in the head after my breakup or was this something always inside me? Maybe looking back I was just done with men my age as a let-down. I'd never fancied a teacher or professor, a sport coach or one of my dad's friends or friends' dads even. But here I was...
This routine of scrolling ads by old, semiliterate internet guys in my city came to a head on a Saturday night. I'd gone out to a bar with a couple of girlfriends and they'd then gone off with two guys to another club. I was the boring fifth wheel and on the last bus home. My parents were out and my older sister had long since left home so I turned on my laptop and began to watch my favourite dominating daddy clips.
This wasn't doing it for me so in my drunken state of mind I went to the personal site and began to see if my favourite dirty old men had posted anything new. Touching myself as I fantasised about answering their ads.
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I woke up laptop on the floor and a hangover, still annoyed with my friends who hadn't texted. Probably shacked up in some squalid student digs with their unappealing conquests... I opened the laptop to shut it down properly and saw I had been on the personals site. Only this was a page I hadn't seen before. It was my own user profile. In my state I'd made a burner email and signed up. Oh my God what had I done!? I went to posts and saw I had done one at 3:37am last night to the women looking for men section.
"Inexperienced 20 year old looking for older man to show me the ropes. Must be able to host. Tall, athletic brunette. I am young, fit and eager to please! Xx"
Oh God... at least it wasn't my proper email and I'd not shared a pic. I'd had some sense at least!
I paused, unsure whether to delete it or not, then noticed I had 3 message notifications in the top right corner. Two were just pics of uninspiring erect cocks, not particularly appealing to me and no writing to peak my interest from the regular creepy guys posting. The other simply said "Well hello there". I grimaced and shut down the laptop but didn't delete the post or the profile.
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Recovered, I put the post out of my mind until I was in a lecture Monday morning and was checking through my emails. The professor was droning on and I was sat alone at the back. Normally I'm really motivated and sickeningly studious but this was a seminar I had to take that was an easy pass so I used it to catch up on admin while listening but pretending to take notes. Out of boredom and curiousity I remembered my burner email and logged on. Minimising the tab, here I could read the messages without being obvious to anyone happening to walk behind me. There were over 20. Mostly spam, weirdos, pervs and dick pics. I have to admit I kinda liked the objectification of all these thirsty, anonymous men.
I sighed and without thinking I went onto the listings for bikes and looked at the ads within my price range and location -- forgetting I was on my burner account with the hook-up post. A nice retro one looked good so I messaged the poster -- SunnyRay66. I got an answer back that night and we arranged to meet in a café near campus between lectures at lunch time the next day, exchanging numbers with this, I presumed, "Ray".
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