It had been a hectic past five years. I had fallen in love twice with men who turned out to be uninspired and now I was twice divorced and had to pay alimony to the men I chose to share my bed with. They were cute but they didn't have very good imaginations or what it took to be my man.
Young muscular men had always been my downfall. Their touch was electric; their bodies were perfectly chiseled and their attention and enthusiasm for me was intoxicating. When I fucked, I wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck for hours, without any down time. The first time a man comes inside me is just foreplay for my pussy. The more I get fucked, the hornier I get.
I had fallen in lust with countless men over the last ten years. They made me feel alive. Sexually they pushed me to my limits, taught me many new positions, introduced me to their fetishes and generally made my life worth living.
The hot men of the world made me feel beautiful and attractive. They made me feel that all my hours of honing my fine features, countless manicures, buffing, hair appointments, etc. were actually worth the time and money.
When I looked in the mirror I felt worthy of the young attractive men that I seemed to attract. I'd always kept very good care of my body and features so it was easy for me to think they wanted me for me, not for my money. Even though I was close to 40 it was usually the 28 year olds that were attracted to me and that was exactly what I wanted.
I arrived at my new house for the first time in the cab of the moving truck I had hired. I had moved from another city so I had spent many traveling hours in the cab with the movers. The time went quickly because our conversations were sexually charged and stimulating. The driver was strong and had colorful tattoos and an easy way about him. There were two of them, but only the driver promised to be delicious fuck candy.
As if on cue, he turned to me and posed a question. Mr. Eye Candy stumbled in his requested.
"My friend has a lunch appointment but can I help you get moved in."
His smile was so sexy; a spark united between us. I licked my lips knowingly, holding his gaze for a minute too long. Although our pretense was him helping me move, we both walked toward the door empty handed. He closed the door forcefully, smiled at me and pulled me to him in a passionate embrace. His cock rested hard against my thigh and we began a slow rotating grind. Our tongues circled, then his hands were in my long hair and he was kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip.
He lifted my top over my head and continued kissing me while his hands kneaded my breasts and tweaked my nipples. Juices seared through me and I felt so alive. I took off my jeans revealing my black lace thong and watched him let out a slow whistle. I grinned as I watched him remove his clothing in an excited flurry.
I loved the feel of a big hard cock penetrating my pretty little mouth. Within no time at all he was wearing a condom and getting his cock sucked by my hot little mouth. When he was making noises like he was close to coming, he suddenly picked me up and threw me spread eagle on the stairs. Standing before me he pulled my torso towards him, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and watched my tits bounce as he penetrated my wet pussy. I felt his nice, slow, deep thrusts. He looked me in the eye shamelessly as he inserted his powerful cock inside me. I saw his face contort, and his breath become rapid as he was about to cum. He turned me over then. With the swoop of his hand I felt his cock hit my g spot and I moaned my approval loudly.
Being a gentleman, he didn't release until he felt my orgasmic pulses around his cock. This put him over the edge and his orgasm erupted loudly. He pulled me up, took the condom off his cock and kissed me deeply.
"If I didn't live in another city, beautiful lady, I would come back and fuck you, whenever I could."
We would have talked more but the doorbell chimed. His co worker took one look at our flushed faces and inhaled deeply. He exhaled with a knowing smile.
Moving in, to a new neighborhood without any friends to help me settle in proved to be a lonely task. My curtains were open and eager neighbors took to spying. Some men came out and made small talk while their wives anxiously looked through the curtain. Most of the men were older than 30 and although they tried to engage my smiles and sexuality, they were not what I wanted.
The more men I met, the more disappointed I became. But it was a good thing. It would keep me out of trouble.
Within weeks of moving in I could see the women in the neighbor hood converging outside in small groups, obviously discussing the array of fine young studs that I had prearranged online as fuck buddy friends, each more handsome and sexually alluring then the next. I didn't know if the women were jealous or judgmental, but it didn't matter. This would be another neighborhood where friendships would be hard to find. I wasn't living my life for their approval and lots of sex kept me happy; very happy. Much happier than small talk over coffee. I was careful and kept myself disease free by using good quality condoms, even giving blow jobs with them on. The variety of men and experiences is what keeps me interested in life.
As the months went by the men of the neighborhood kept trying to attract my attention while the women nervously called them back. I had been through this so many times before; human nature being was it was.
Then one day my sense of control shifted and I became totally captured by lust. I had been living in the house for six months when my next door neighbors' put up their For Sale sign. The people that viewed it looked more like business men, rather than families. There were no women around. A week later the sign was removed. The moving van came and went. Still I did not see a single person living in the house. It was Friday and I was going away to a nearby resort with one of my young fuck buddies and I still hadn't seen a soul, at the house but Monday morning was an entirely different experience.
I was awoken after an exciting primal weekend by the sun shining through the window. I had just the sheers open and was happily enjoying the view of the trees and forest behind my house. There wasn't a path there so I didn't have any fear of being observed. Sometimes after a sexually exciting weekend I would miss the feel of a hard cock inside my pussy and would spread my legs towards the forest, close my eyes, and recapture the exciting events of the previous weekend with the use of couple of well formed toys. I was just coming strongly when I opened my eyes to greet a young attractive male who was making eye contact with me.
I didn't turn away and he didn't either. I just kept riding the wave and fucking myself harder as the wave crashed into the shore line over and over again in my mind. I came over and over again, my gaze holding his, and it was fucking amazing. Exhausted and baffled I stood up fully nude and closed the curtains, assessing the situation calmly, fully relaxed from a very exciting set of orgasms.
"What the fuck!" I said out loud to an empty house as the reality of what just happened hit me.
I peeked around the curtain to see if he was still there but he wasn't. I slid on a silky peach robe and sat down in front of the television. My nipples were still rock hard through the sheer material. I didn't know what made me want sex to a dangerous degree, I just knew I loved it and thrived on it. It was my sustenance, my fuel, my energy source.
