In my defense he looked like he was in his late 50s.
Gangster profile, several large gold rings, track suit…
Old school.
They don’t make ’em like this guy anymore.
Everything out of his mouth was gold. A true man’s man and a gentlemen.
Beer can for a cock. I’m not kidding either. I had to unhinge my jaw like a snake to fit that sucker in!
He picked me up in his vintage car wearing expensive snake skin shoes and sat next to me (not across from me) at restaurants.
First date, I insisted we go back to his place.
There were red satin sheets on his bed and a cd player off to the side.
‘That’s on brand,’ I thought to myself, staring at the pimped out decor and that 90’s relic.
He played the Cirque Du Soliel soundtrack. He loved it. I think it was his only cd.
The volume was up way too high.
“My daughters are home from college. We have to keep it down.” he said, turning the tribal scream chanting up even louder.
I could NOT with the music and the sheets, but hey, he was a fox.
He ate my pussy for a long time then flipped me upside down.
“Omg. I am 69ing and 78 year old man.” My mind was SWIMMING as the music got even weirder.
I’m not a fan of the 69 and my jaw was getting so sore.
I was curious though and wanted to experience as much as possible because this was unreal!
He pulled me to the edge of the bed and shoved it in. No condom.
I got what I came for. That fat thick cock felt amazing!
The first time he came I thought he was having a heart attack. His teeth clenched and neck bulged. He flopped around like a fish going, “EEEEEE SCHHHHHHH AHH AHH AHH AHHHH UUGHH UGH UUUGH GUUUUUUUGHHH!” Thought he was dying on me!
Sounded like Curly from the Three Stooges was winding up to poke me in the eye.
It always ended with a, “NYAAA AAH AHH AHH GUG GOYGIN!”
I was left there dripping with the ‘worldbeat’ music still bellowing.
He always rinsed his dick afterwards. Made me feel cheap but I never stopped him.
He fucked me without any blue pills or medicine and would get rock hard within another 20 minutes.
His stamina had my jaw on the floor!
Then it was unhinged again in another 69.
He flipped me over.
“NYAAA AAHHH AAHH eeeeEEEEEEEEeeeee DOOOOOOF!” My pussy was getting pumped FULL.
No heart attack. Rinse. Repeat.
A THIRD TIME AROUND! I was mystified.
He fell asleep hard after that one, spooning me sweetly in those silky red sheets.
But this DAMN music was still blasting!
I just lay there snickering at the whole scene with three loads pumped inside me.
But how long was this fucking cd?!
Then I recognized one of the tracks. It was looping!
I waited until the scream chanting started again to nudge him. He woke up and finally turned it off.
We fucked on four more occasions after that. Three rounds every time. His stamina was INSANE! This man could just keep fucking.
The Larry, Moe, and Curly orgasms left a massive grin on my face. This guy was a character.
Vegas was booked.
Paris was booked.
Honestly, I was getting scared. His heart raced too fast after sex and with his connections I didn’t want to be the one responsible for his exit.
I also didn’t want to stop seeing him, maybe just slow things down a bit.
Plus, we had another issue.
“Hey I need to be more responsible. This plan B is wreaking havoc on my body. Can you start pulling out?”
(I know I know – I don’t need a speech about it) – me to the readers.
“Oh! Sure! I had no idea. No problem,” He respectfully agreed.
His world was amazing. His energy was contagious. His charm was addicting.
I should’ve known it wasn’t sustainable. I had my hopes up a bit but alas, he too, got caught up in the fantasy.
“Hey we just talked about this. You said you wouldn’t cum inside me anymore.”
My favorite restaurants turned into ones where I was allergic to most of the menu.
“You can find something on there to eat,” he would dismiss.
“What am I a child now?” Imagine eating grapes and french fries at Montecatini’s.
I’ve seen way too many gangster movies to know how this ends.
It’s funny because between the two of us, I’m the one who was able to pull out.
Ah well, Paris can wait another day.
