Sex with an Older Man?

When I was single and in my mid-20s I would frequent one of the popular bars/discotheques in my hometown. I was known as a hot number and always had plenty of guys who wanted to go out with me as, in most cases, they got to have sex with me. I just loved fucking.

I usually was at the bar on Friday and Saturday night. One of the odd things was one of my guy pals who worked at the bar (a guy I had dated but not screwed) who introduced me to one of his friends at the bar.

I was 25 at the time. His friend was 55 and divorced. 30 years older than me. Handsome guy. Very fit. We danced and had a nice conversation as I joined him at his table. We exchanged phone numbers.

A few days later he called me (it was winter) and said "I am laying naked in front of my fire, drinking a glass of wine and thinking of you sweetheart. I wanted to see if you would like to join me for dinner next weekend." I immediately had an image in my mind of that picture of Burt Reynolds laying half nude.

I accepted his date request, and we went out. The dinner was very nice. A very expensive restaurant. We went to the disco/bar afterwards and danced.

He took me back to my apartment and we kissed and hugged. Nothing more. I rubbed his cock through his jeans, and I could tell he was large. He wanted more but I was not yet ready for that.

We went out again in about two weeks. But this time, instead of kissing him at the door, I invited him into my apartment. Before long, we were making out on my couch.

He started unbuttoning my blouse and I knew where this was leading. I remember thinking "Do I really want to fuck a man 30 years older than me?" I was concerned to say the least.

It was rumored that he was very much a ladies' man and had bedded many women, both single and married, in town. I had also heard he was quite virile and had impregnated one of the wives he fucked.

It had been about two months since I had last had sex with a man, and I was horny, and I thought to myself "Hell yes." I was on birth control and did not have to worry about getting pregnant.

I took off my blouse and undid my bra. His eyes got big when my boobs popped out. I stood up and got out of jeans and took off my panties and sat on the couch next to him completely naked.

I unzipped his pants and now I could see why he was so popular. He was big!! About eight inches long and almost two inches thick with a large cock head. He had a full bush of this black thick pubic hair, and it made things look even more erotic. He stepped out of his pants and underwear, and I led him to my bedroom.

Although I had condoms in my nightstand, I did not ask him to put one on his cock. I did not care if I caught something I was so horny and figured my gyno could prescribe me something if I did.

He went down on me and performed oral on me. God, he was good at it. I had guys who did oral, but they seemed to be afraid to really get into it but this guy. As he pleasured me, I felt his hand go down to my ass and his finger started to lightly play with my ass. At first, I tried to move around to keep it from happening, but he persisted and then he penetrated me with his finger. That did it -- I thrashed around on the bed and kept cumming repeatedly!

He waited for me to come down from my orgasm and then then mounted me. I was very wet, and his huge cock slid completely into me with almost no resistance. I felt so filled and stretched and once he was all the way inside me, I locked my ankles around his back, and I again, an orgasm started building and I orgasmed again. He had not even pumped on me -- it was just the feeling of his large cock on me that put me over the edge.

I just held him inside me until I came down from my orgasm and then he started pumping on me. He probably pumped on me for sevearl minutes and finally orgasmed in me. I got up to use the bathroom and pee like I always did to avoid UTIs and his cum leaked down my leg and onto my carpet. A lot of cum leaked out. I thought to myself he must not have jacked off in a while knowing he was going to bed me.

I got back in bed, and we spent the night together and did it again that next morning.

Our relationship continued for several months. It was based largely on sex -- I loved fucking him and he loved fucking me. We went out a few more times, having sex each time and I finally ended it. It was just about the sex and there was no emotional attachment, and I was looking for a boyfriend. He understood and we parted amicably.