I can't believe that when I have written about the latest topic I will be up to date, except for some old stuff to finish off.
Thursday 15th. JUNE 2023. Steph made sure before I left work that I was going to go and knock on my neighbor Les's door, and I was to offer him regular sex and naked cleaning. Steph says that when I have sorted this, and she has sorted out me having sex with customers from work, then I should be having sex every day. Even if they will be mainly elderly men, that is a good thing, because I will be bringing joy into their lives.
To recap about Les. Like most things in my life, it happened before Covid, and ended with Covid. My lover, wrestler Dave, had made me go naked in the garden, except for stockings and suspenders, while I served drinks and snacks to Dave and three lads he had brought with him. I couldn't say no to Dave, I loved him and feared him, he could be violent, and didn't give a toss about anything. So yes I was there, in the sun, breasts, bottom, and cunt on display. Les, who will be 68 or 69 now, had been stood watching, totally frozen to the spot, and Dave took me over to the ramshackle garden fence, and stood chatting to Les while groping me.
To be fair to Les, he is a harmless lump, a passive alcoholic, who loves his beer. His only topics of conversation are pubs and sport. Like I said previously, he is around six feet tall, average build, but has a massive, bulbous nose, and, as I found out, amazingly, a cock that pretty much matches. His nine inch cock is different to any other. A bit like a mushroom perhaps. A narrow, long stalk, with a massively swollen head, which is bright red. It fits up my cunt like a sink plunger. It can me pushed in, but then won't come back out. It fucks me as if it is pulling my insides out, pushing them back in, and it leaves me a quivering wreck as I orgasm. God forbid he ever puts it up my bottom.
For six months I visited Les a couple of times a week, in the hour or so between work and Alan coming home. Les was still working, but doing it from home because he was banned from driving. He hadn't told his company bosses. He was a rep, got on well with his customers, so was continuing his work by ringing them up for orders rather than visiting them. I would go round and he was usually sat at his desk, and I would strip naked in front of him, ask him if he wanted a sandwich and a drink, and then clean, make his bed, and then ask him if he wanted oral or full sex. I prayed it would be full sex, usually in or on the bed, but often he would want me under the desk sucking him off.
Covid came, and I just stopped going, and that was the end. Now, thanks to Steph, I was about to knock on his door. Steph had told me to wear stockings and suspenders, no underwear and a mini skirt and a blouse with just one button fastened. If he was at all reluctant, I was to persuade him that I wanted my unpaid job back.
Knock knock. Who's there? The local slut. He beckoned me in like nothing had happened, although his house was certainly in need of a clean. I said that I thought it was time I came round to check he was OK. He said it was about time, and he had been thinking about me a lot. I followed him into the living room, he turned to face me and undid the button on my blouse, pushed it off my shoulders and squeezed both my breasts, and said I should be on my knees by now.
I sank down, undid his trousers and pulled down his pants, and took his semi hard cock into my mouth, where it quickly grew. I gave him oral for five minutes, then stripped my skirt off and got on my hands and knees on the carpet. He stood over me and sort of examined my bottom and cunt, fingering it, licking his fingers and rubbing me, slapped my bum cheeks, and then went round to my head and knelt in front of me, and pulled my head back towards his cock, holding my head down with his big knob end down my throat.
While one hand kept my head firmly down, his other hand kept slapping my bottom. I suddenly wondered if Steph had somehow been in touch with him and told him I liked, or needed, to be spanked? Surely not (she denies it) but I know how tricky she is.
Les held my hair in his fist and moved my head up and down with his cock in my mouth., before standing up so I had to go onto my knees, then he pulled away, laid down and told me to get on top of him, so I was sat on his face and sucking his cock. He gave me oral, and pulled my bum cheeks apart and licked my bum hole. Then he stopped and told me to get on his cock, so I stood, turned round and sank down on his cock. We were fucking in the living room, in plain view of anyone walking past on the slightly raised footpath, or looking down from bedrooms across the road.
Once impaled on his cock I was getting the full sink plunger effect and within two minutes my body was convulsing as I orgasmed, gasping out as Les squeezed my breasts, slapped my bottom and then shot his spunk up me. We laid there exhausted for a few minutes before I pulled myself off his cock. I used the bathroom, he got himself a whisky, and then I did a bit of tidying up and he wanted a kiss and grope before I went, and a promise of regular visits. He said he would get Pete round, our local postman, and his best mate, who used to join us for threesomes.
Well that's one step further in depravity.
Over the next few days I discovered a bit more to Literotica. I tried the chat rooms and was disappointed by the amount of Role Play. Sorry, I just don't get pretence. Obviously it works for some. I also checked out the forum, where I presume I would be insulted for being such an amateur writer. I did come across a post by a female who had put a few photos up, and on checking out the forum it was "Amateur Pic Feedback" -- although I hadn't really planned to used photos, I decided to put two up because my profile photo is somewhat squashed.
I was delighted with the response. Lot's of messages both sent direct to me, or put on the forum which resulted in the message also getting sent to my e-mail. By Saturday night I was having to drag Alan to bed to ride his cock. Lot's of compliments, lots of horny messages about sex in hotel rooms, back alleyways etc. The only downside is I spent hours on the forum when I should have been doing other things. We hadn't actually gone to the coast Saturday because of reports of thunderstorms, so we are going today, Sunday.
Sunday 18th. June 2023 Church with the Parents-In-Law and then off to the coast. Not sunny or hot, but great to get away. I drew a small coastal town out of the bag, quieter than most and no really big hotels. On the way I had a discussion with Alan.
I have decided that things are too complicated. OK, I know it isn't for me to decide anything. I have Steph and MIL to do the thinking. However, I want to work towards everyone knowing everything. Alan doesn't know about Les, Dave and Trev, his Mother beating me, and Steph's plans for me having sex with customers. There are a few things he may not like, but if I tell him while I ride his cock, he will accept it. Maybe eventually we can get to a stage where he will watch me having sex with other (nice) men. I say nice, because I don't think we would want that awful cuck word coming up, not that we actually use it in the UK. It's just a bit of fun, get over labelling everything!
Then there are a few things MIL doesn't know. I think the hardest thing would be to tell Alan I suck his father off. Anyway, on the journey I said that there were a few things I hadn't told him, mostly before Covid, and that I wanted him to know everything. Instead of going on the beach or to a park, we drove away from the town and pulled up in a deserted car park just off the beach. I had to change from church clothes anyway, so I stripped naked in the front passenger seat and then reclined the seat and I told Alan about Dave picking me up at the wrestling show, and how I gave him oral in the car park, and how it led to other things with him, and to Steph spanking and beating my bottom. So I already had two loads of Alan's spunk up me before I went on the pull.
I put a grey mini skirt on and pink panties and short black booties and a green off-the shoulder jumper, and we headed back to the small coastal town. I stayed bare legged. We went for a meal, looked at the only large hotel, which was almost deserted, and then tried a pub on the seafront, which was much more lively. I'd been back to the car for a short jacket as it was chilly.
Alan got me a rum and coke for a change, he had a coke, and we stood near a door as there weren't any spare tables. It was mainly young couples but there were some single, older men. Alan asked if I felt safe here, or we could find somewhere else. I said it looked OK, and whispered to him to see if there was an alleyway or yard out the back of the pub because I fancied being taken outside. He kissed me on the lips and went out, and a few minutes later he came back and said it might be alright after dark, but it was fairly busy at the moment. He said he would come back in 40 minutes and maybe try somewhere else.