Since I was eighteen, when I got involved with a thirty-five-year-old guy, I've been into older men. They're more experienced, more experimental, often more grateful and often more perverse.
Anyway, Paul, my first older man, was all of the above, and turned me from a shy girl to a confident, sex hungry woman. He basically taught me that sex was there to be enjoyed, and it wasn't just men who could go out looking for it or explore their fantasies.
I had been with Paul for around a month and he'd introduced me to bondage and dirty talk. I found that I loved being tied and helpless while he used me any way he wanted and called me the filthiest names under the sun. I grew to love being called a slut and a whore, and acting like one for him. When I was blindfolded and helpless he often used to tell me he was going to get another guy to come use me like the whore I was, and the idea turned me on.
One day I was tied blindfold and spread-eagled to his bed, sucking on his cock while he worked a dildo into me and told me how good it would be to see another guy fuck me, and as usual I was really getting into it. The doorbell rang and he said he'd get rid of whoever it was. He disappeared for a minute and I was starting to get really frustrated, as the dildo was still inside me but was slowly slipping out and there was nothing I could do about it since I was tied-up.
I heard him come back into the room and he rammed the dildo back where it belonged, making me gasp.
"Put your cock back in my mouth," I moaned.
"Not yet," he said, teasing. "What were we talking about?" He worked the dildo in and out of me, making me squirm.
"Fucking...other guys...strangers...in front of you..."
I moaned. "Being a whore for you."
"Hmm. That's right... and you like the idea, don't you?" He wiped his dick across my lips, teasing me further.
"Yes, I do. I want you to see what a slut I am, with strange men, any men, in my cunt and mouth."
"That's right, my little cocksucker," he said, as he slipped his cock back between my lips. "You really want it, don't you?"
"Mmmm," I groaned.
"That's good. You're a good little slut, aren't you?" He let go of the dildo and pinched both my nipples. I grunted and jerked my hips at him. The dildo was slipping again. Then it was pushed back in, hard, and it took me a moment to realize that he still had both hands on my breasts.