This story is written from the words of my friend. I’m not a chef, I’m just the waiter who brought you this dish, but you know, I couldn’t resist trying a piece of it on the way. It turned out to be incredibly delicious.
My name is… Who cares, you’re not interested anyway, you came here for something else, aren’t you? I am 53 years old, and I am not at all shy about my age, my appearance, and my sexuality. Short, shoulder-length hair, slightly overweight, but sexy as hell. My breasts definitely won’t fit in your palm, and neither will my ass. Have you already drawn an image in your head? Great, save it, you’ll need it.
Yes, imagine, dear reader, I have been leading an active sexual life since I was 32 years old. I’m 53 years old, but I’m willing to bet that I had a lot more sex last year than you. No one knows about this, all my few friends are sure that I’m just as unhappy as they are, and if they knew that I’m still spreading my legs, especially in front of young guys, they would consider me a slut. Maybe I am, but it’s better to fuck a young guy than to sit with a sour face and say that all men are assholes. I don’t need unnecessary rumors, I look like a single but wealthy woman, and I try to maintain this image.
I got married quite early, I was only 20 years old at the time. Right now, women are in no hurry, building their careers, and only then they think about family life, or they just fuck right and left, and by the age of 35, with a broken front end, they are looking for a weirdo who will put up with their fucking, or they are trying to settle down. I wasn’t like that at all. Although, the time was completely different. Women cherished their innocence before the wedding, dreaming of a strong man who would carry them in his arms. I was one of those silly girls. My husband became my first man. Although, it was difficult to call him a man. I fell in love with him, and now I don’t even know what attracted me. The average alcoholic who considers his wife his property, from time to time getting drunk to unconsciousness and beating his spouse. When we met, he wasn’t like that at all, but after the wedding he showed his true face. I endured, I endured for a long time. I was too modest and afraid of him to mention the divorce. Thanks to the higher powers, we didn’t have children. I regretted it then, I really wanted a child, but now, looking back, I would not have wanted it. Our futile attempts, when my husband leaned on me in the middle of the night, twitched a couple of times, and then fell asleep with his nose against the wall, were unsuccessful. A year later, I decided to see a doctor. My husband said that everything was fine with him, and if there was any problem, it was me. It’s a shame, but he was rightโI was infertile. My husband got mad when he found out about it. He never missed a chance to throw mud at me, and now he’s got an excuse for it. It went so far that I started feeling guilty, and I endured, endured, endured.
We lived together for 11 years. I got used to the idea that I deserved this kind of life, and then my husband fell off a bridge into the river in a drunken stupor. I felt an incredible sense of relief, which made me feel ashamed. But that was then, and now I’m glad that my life turned out that way. About a year later, I met a handsome guy. He was so caring and gallant that I melted. I don’t know how it happened, but I didn’t give a damn about my principles, and we ended up in bed the very next day after we met. I really needed warmth and affection, and he gave them to me. What I felt that evening cannot be described in words. I couldn’t even imagine that sex could bring a woman so much pleasure. I remember for sure that I did it for him. It always seemed to me that only a man gets pleasure from sex, but I was so wrong. He opened up a new world of pleasure to me, which I had been deprived of all these many years. But, that guy turned out to be a simple womanizer. He disappeared the next day. I was worried at first, I started feeling cheap, but then I realized that he had opened my eyes. I started looking at different men, but not for the sake of starting a family, but for the sake of sex. Something uncontrollable awoke in me, and I dragged the second man into bed. I wanted to repeat those sensations, but the guy turned out to be almost inexperienced, and he finished as soon as he entered. From that moment on, I started craving crazy sex and turned into a slut.
Different men, different sensations, and lots of pleasure. Someone was experienced, but disappeared from the radar immediately, and someone could do almost nothing, and then pursued. Over time, I learned to calculate the males. I knew it was a one-time sex, but I also knew it was worth it. Almost all womanizers know what a woman needs, and no matter how they are vilified, they know how to fuck. Also, almost all males are such gallant gentlemen, which sometimes becomes ridiculous. They literally lick you from head to toe in order to get into your panties and fuck you tonight. And that’s exactly what I needed. But, I didn’t give in to them easily. They had to achieve this. I realized that men are terribly turned on by well-deserved trophies. I knew that I would spread my legs in front of them, but it should have been a reward for my efforts. And I played hard to get, seeing how their eyes were burning and how excited they were when they achieved their goal.
But, with age, problems come. I’m talking about men now. After 40, they lose their hardness, and I just started to get a taste. A few misfires, and I began to stare at the younger guys. I wasn’t interested in green boys, I needed young and strong men with about 30 years of experience. But, not everyone at this age is interested in women over 40, so I had to go on the offensive. A shorter skirt, a bigger neckline, stockings or tights, and war paint. No matter what men say, but each of them is turned on by a whore’s image. I spent a couple of nights a week in bars trying to pick up a horny guy there.
But, it didn’t last long. After about six months, I discovered a new niche for myself. It turned out that some young men do not breathe evenly towards mature and experienced women. It was good for me.
Just a couple of months later, all my lovers were no more than 25. I could see the fire in their eyes as they looked at me, and it was incredibly exciting. Experience was no longer so important to me, I began to be interested in their youthful resilience. When a mature and experienced woman allows them to fuck themselves, they are ready to do it continuously, several times a night.
Also, the chance of catching some kind of filth from a young and inexperienced guy is very small, and if I saw that the boy was a little afraid of me, or was feeling insecure, it means that he had very few partners, or did not have any at all. Rubber band aside, ladies and gentlemen, let’s fuck the way nature teaches us, without any latex, with the end inside.
Also, if I really liked my experienced but young lover, I let him get into my panties without any contraceptive products. I don’t like these rubber bands! I took my handsome and young lover at his word. Despite the fact that I’m 53 now, I’ve never seen a venereologist in my life. Now I even regret a little that I gave up condoms only after 40. On the other hand, the chance of catching a sore from a bar dog is much higher than from an insecure guy, so there’s nothing to regret.
I remember one boy who was about 20 years old. He really liked it when I got down on all fours and stuck my ass out in front of him. How he tried! He’ll grope her all over, squeeze her tits, cling to her ass and go. He constantly asks me how and what to do, then he comes, and I lean back and spread my legs in front of him. He’ll put his lips between my legs, start working with his tongue, and after 5 minutes he’s horny again, and he’s thrusting me into bed. As soon as it came …
Saturday, he stayed with me all night, and gained experience. He honestly earned his orgasms by giving me pleasure. First with my help, and only then without it. After about a couple of weeks, he was already so into the taste of our relationship that he couldn’t help but put his lips to the place that was driving him crazy. I could see how excited he was, but he didn’t even touch his cock until he was licking me to orgasm. After such adventures, it only took him a couple of minutes to cum, and I’m sure these orgasms were the most vivid in his life.
The most important thing is that a young guy can be adjusted to himself. They go to adult women for experience, and they are ready to gain it. They follow your words implicitly, wanting to understand the nature of women. But you need to be careful with this, they get attached quickly. If you let them do absolutely everything and delay the relationship, they stop looking for their life partner, thinking that they already have a reliable woman. The breakup cannot be delayed. I’ve taught you everything, my baby bird! Now you’re ready to leave my nest and go in search of your new lover.
Yes, I hurt these guys, but they had no future with me. I chose only sex in this life, without any sentimentality, but at their age they are not ready to make such an important decision yet. They have to build their own families, and for them I’m just an affair that gave them experience and taught them to give pleasure to a woman. Fly, baby bird! Find yourself a bird, build a family with it, and make it happy with the experience you’ve learned from me.
As in the case of womanizers, inexperienced guys have to earn their trophy. If you’ve finished by yourself, then make sure that I finish, otherwise, have a nice day. Not ready to use your tongue? Well, no blow job for you. Your dick is not as special as you think! Am I completely satisfied? You can cum inside me or in my mouth, you deserve it. Yes, it’s rude, but there’s no place without it, otherwise he’ll start thinking that you’re his property.
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