Sex stories

I’m 40, but I don’t look my age — people easily think I’m 30. I started my sex life in a very turbulent way (I’m quite good-looking, that helps) at 20; that was 20 years ago; I was already a real slut back then; so horny that it triggered mockery from my group of friends; they thought my behavior was borderline pathological.

At that age, guys usually show up with “proper” young guys, good-looking ones, etc... they’re afraid for their reputation; they used to blame me for sleeping with just anyone:

“We saw you Saturday night at the sauna going into a booth with some old mustached guy.”

True.

But that old guy they were talking about caught my attention because, sitting on the mattress in the booth, you could see through his towel, between his thighs, a very impressive bulge, and when I walked by (pretending to ignore him at first), he was stroking that magnificent bulge...

I was flushed with excitement...

A group of young guys I vaguely knew was watching me in the hallway, they were whispering; as I walked past, I could hear words like “slut; cumdump; disgusting; obsessed”..., at the same time, while taking in those subtle but quite hurtful insults (at that age you’re sensitive), I kept walking back and forth in front of the mustached guy’s booth; he noticed my comings and goings were becoming more frequent and my gaze more insistent; he took advantage of it to rub himself harder, his bulge getting huge!

I couldn’t resist anymore; despite the surveillance and the nasty chirping of those little bitches, I walked into the mustached guy’s booth; he removed his towel right away; at first, it was so big that I thought it was a joke; I believed it was a 25 cm sex toy like the ones you find in sex shops...

I was flushed with pleasure at the idea of sucking that huge (really huge) dick;

“Yeah, I know, it’s big,” he told me with a smile, seeing me looking shy and embarrassed, and noticing how young I looked.

Saying that (the guy had no idea what kind of slut he was dealing with), I dropped to my knees right away and started sucking him with all my passion and all my skill; he could tell I was good despite my age and pushed his big bottle of poppers under my nose... mmm I inhaled hard through both nostrils; because that cock deserved it; if you intend to do proper deepthroats, you need a serious rush.

And then I became a sucking machine, a robot, my young face flushed with pleasure; with shame too — “is it normal to be such a slut?” I asked myself; the guy was telling me: “GO ON BABY, SUCK MY BIG ARAB COCK!!!”

After about an hour of sucking, he was getting ready to cum; he asked me where: “in your mouth or on your face?”

“On my face,” I told him.

He moaned loudly and I received 10 or even 12 thick shots of cum!

A bit embarrassed, seeing me literally covered, he offered me some paper towels (from the booth), I said no.

— “Ah ah… you want to keep it on your face like that?”
— “Yes…”

I stood up, said goodbye, we exchanged numbers (I’m not letting a masterpiece like that slip away) and I left, my face covered in his thick white cum.

As I walked out into the hallway, I passed by the group of judgmental guys again, my face still covered, very proud of myself; even scraping some off my face with a finger and eating it right in front of them.