Miscellaneous Stories after Separation

Hello! My first three short stories sought to justify my preference for mature women. This preference was established during my adolescence, but after having had my initiation with three crowns that worked with my mother (Christina, Amelia and Eliane), I ended up marrying a young girl only a year older than me, when I was 18 and she 19 (dating since my 14). My first wife was horrible in terms of sex, being one of those people who has psychological problems with sex to the point where they seem disgusted with the act. To make it worse, it wasn't enough the quality and quantity of sex were ridiculous, our son was born about a year after the wedding. She apparently had a trauma with childbirth, and she simply refused to have sex for the next three years, a period in which my sex life was restricted to getting a hand job from her when she went to bed, with very rare occasions where she was having a very nasty little mouthful, full of demands to warn her when she came to come and take it out of her mouth. She once agreed that I would come in her mouth, but when I came she ran into the bathroom and even threw up, and never allowed it again. After three years of my son's birth, we timidly went back to having sex in order to have a second child, but the sex was horrible. Two more years without her getting pregnant, remaining the bad sex, I decided to split up.
I spent about a single year (my first wife and our son moved to town), and I took the opportunity to experience new things in the sex field. On rare occasions, I went to whorehouses, but I just got a little off my chest with the girls tipping so I could touch them or see their physical qualities, but I didn't get enough of a charm to take any of them to do a show.
One night I found on the internet a website promoting local showgirls, actually it was a website of an escort agency, with pictures of some of the girls. I saw a picture of a redheaded woman, looking over 40 years old, reporting that she was Italian (at the time she was living in Asia), and decided to call the agency to try to find the Italian crown. I called, and as soon as I told you which girl I was interested in, I was told that she was available, and she could be at the address that I would indicate in 30 minutes, and that the price was $300 for two hours of program plus the taxi. Very afraid I ended up closing the deal, and I gave my home address to the meeting.
After about 40 minutes, the doorman called and announced that Gigi was at the gate. I said, come on up. Then he rang the doorbell, and I opened the door. That Gigi girl was well-mannered, she was relatively well-dressed in a basic black tube, but she had mistreated hair and face, and live she looked much older than on the site. With a loaded accent, she was performing and didn't waste any time to grab me, kiss me and pass her hand.
We went to the couch in the living room, and she's already unpacked her clothes and asked me to take mine off too. I went for it. She looked at my dick and praised him in English and Italian, and without any ceremony she started sucking on me right there. I started putting my hand on her, but soon I felt that woman shouldn't be someone with very hygienic habits, because her flaccid, hairy pussy exhaled a strong, unpleasant odor, which substantially reduced my horny... When I saw the photo on the site, I had become crazy about doing what I like to do most about sex, which is sucking my pussy with a lot of will and for a long time, but in the face of that unpleasant discovery of the smell I immediately abandoned the idea. I asked her if she had any condoms, and she just went to get one in her purse and put it on my dick. With all that old whore stuff, I was just getting all fours and saying I loved being eaten like this, and then I turned the fuck on, and then I went straight up and shoved my dick up her ass, which was really flaccid and full of cellulite, and I almost blew it when her smell started going up every time I moved my dick out of it. But trying to get it over with, I got more angry and stronger and didn't delay snoring inside the condom... I went out there and went to the bathroom and took off my condom and washed myself. Then I went back to the room, and I talked to Gigi for a while, finding out that she was 46 and that she had been working as a whore for over 10 years, and that she had been living there for five years. She said that the career of whore there in that country was very rewarding financially, because she, despite being older, was one of the few Westerners available on the market, where 99% of the girls on the show are of Asian origin. He said it was much better to be a whore there, where it was very rare to have Western clients, because it was even a real fact that Asian men have much smaller dicks than Westerners, sometimes so small that she didn't even feel anything. She said she loved being fucked by me, because it's been a long time since I'd given it to a Western guy, and that my dick wasn't the biggest but that I used to bathe Asians that she was used to. I paid her and she left. I never saw her again.
Still disappointed by the experience with Gigi, and imagining that whores should all be half dirty, I was one day having lunch at a shopping mall when I came across one of the corridors with a massage parlor (there they call "health center"), a sumptuous facade and mirrored windows preventing anything from being seen inside. I decided to go in for a massage, and even though I had heard in passing some reports about the whorery that happens in these environments, I didn't even think about sex at the time, being genuinely interested in getting a good back massage, which were very painful because of the sport that I had practiced on the weekend.
The receptionist was very nice, and when I asked for a massage she asked me if there was any masseuse I preferred, which I said was my first time so I didn't know anyone, if she could recommend me a good professional. She quickly cast some names, which I couldn't even memorize, and one minute she said "Mabel," so I interrupted her and said it could be Mabel even then. She commended my choice, and she took me to a long corridor, full of doors not far from each other, until she opened one of them and told me to come in, undress and lie down on the stretcher until Mabel came to me.
The room was very simple. A physiotherapy gurney (from those with a hole in the face) in the center, a rack to hang the clothes, a shower and a sink, a wall fan, and a clock. On the gurney there were two bath towels. I got undressed hanging my clothes in the cabin, and I got one of the towels on the gurney and wrapped myself in it, then I lay down on my stomach, leaving my face comfortably over the gurney hole.
Soon I heard the door open, and a woman's voice greeted me with great enthusiasm. It was Mabel. I turned my face so I could see her. She was a Chinese woman, probably 45 years old, but very attractive with a slender body, full breasts, black skirt to her knees. He had a beautiful smile, and his voice was sensual and soft. He asked the trivial, where I was from, what I was doing, if it was my first time. He took his shoes off and said he was gonna start the massage. He started from behind, from the back of the head, and went down his hands to the towel line that involved me. Then he jumped right into my feet, climbed up my legs, back of the thigh, and then pulled the whole towel up, leaving my whole ass on display. As I massaged my thighs from the inside, I then rubbed my bag with your fingers in movements that seemed accidental. Then he began to massage my ass, concentrating on the buttocks and avoiding the water, but sporadically descending through the buttocks to the inside of the thighs, quickly touching my bag in the process.
Of course, down there I was already throbbing my dick, even bothering by the pressure my body put on him. Suddenly she pulled the towel back down and told me to turn around. Very ashamed, I turned and looked at her, who alternated the look between my face and the towel that contained a mountain under her, perfectly showing the outline of my hard cock. She smiled but said nothing. You massaged my face, my neck, my chest, and my belly. During the belly massage, I made circular movements around the navel, and every time her hands went down she now didn't even disguisely make a point of pressing my dick's head down, over the towel. When I was finishing, he sometimes rubbed his hand under the waistline of the towel, caressing my pubes.
He went straight down to his feet as he had done when I was on my back, and went up by his legs, and then thighs, and lifted up the towel, and then revealed my big cock in all its fullness. When you saw him, you smiled and said my dick was beautiful. She kept massaged my thighs, but now she'd always go up to the groin and lay her fingers over the bag, and she'd enjoy watching my dick pulsate every time she teased me like that. He began to comment on me being very healthy, that one notices a man's health by the quality of erection, and that mine was very strong.
Then Mabel leaned over me and whispered in my ear: "And now, will you want some special service?", to which I made myself misunderstood and asked what kind of service it would be. She said, "50-dollar punch, 80-dollar oral or 100-dollar full sex." I said I wanted a hand job. She spilled a little massage oil on my ass, having first released me from the towel. He started masturbating with mastery, using both hands, alternating one between caresses in the head and caresses in the bag, while the other firmly held the cock going up and down, rhythmically, without hurry, but in firm and long movements. I pulled her closer to me and I went through her anyway, under her skirt, putting her under her panties, and she first interrupted me saying that it wasn't part of the job, but that for me she would allow it, and then she took off her blouse and lifted her bra, letting me suck her breasts that were too big for a Chinese woman. . With my hand I'd fuck her in the pussy, yapping at her, but soon after I noticed that I was going to come, and I blew up splattering fucking in her hands, some splashes falling on my belly. Without delay she got herself together and offered me some tea, which she would fetch while I was taking a shower. I went to the shower, and she soon returned with a cup of tea. I got out of the shower and got dressed, and I gave her 50 bucks and we both left the room. I became a regular at that place, and I always asked to be attended by Mabel. Only rare occasions she was not available, and I was then attended by other girls, but none as appetizing as Mabel. Sometimes I decided to hire the other types of special service, if I'm not mistaken the oral sex only asked once, because she only did it with a condom, which I don't like. But sometimes I ended up hiring full sex, and on those occasions I fucked Mabel like an animal, totally carefree of giving pleasure and 100% focused on getting me the best orgasm possible. I loved fucking her up her ass, and one day I caught her off guard and put everything up her ass, what was my second experience of life with anal sex. She protested a little, but then she let me finish the job, and unbelievably soon after I made fun of her ass, Mabel told me that she was going to get back at me for what I had done, and first she dropped her mouth in my ass, but then she put a whole finger in my ass and kept fucking me for a long time, asking if now I thought it was funny....
I was in that single masseuse-eating life about a year ago when I had to travel to Hong Kong to visit a client. Because it was a more complex negotiation, full of bureaucratic details, the supervisor responsible for the client's account was with me. Her name was Carol, she was a tall, slender Chinese woman, nice, with thick legs and turned probably by knitting, and her breasts were always in a lot of evidence under her tight little blouses, sometimes transparent enough to perceive herself as a fat, laced bra, under which should be appetizing medium breasts.
On the flight to Hong Kong (3 and a half hours), we sat side by side and talked a lot, but without any more intimacy, where the most intimate topic was asking her about whether or not to have a boyfriend, with her telling her that she had broken up three weeks ago, because her ex-boyfriend was very rude and did not treat her well. I made some cheap gallantry like, "Our, I would never treat someone like you evil," which she just laughed and shrug.
When we arrived in Hong Kong, we went straight from the airport to the client's office, where we had meetings by the end of the afternoon. From there, we took a taxi to our hotel, where we checked in, and each one went to his room to settle in and take a shower, combining to meet again in the lobby in two hours to go to dinner. Already full of bad intentions and crazy to fuck the Chinese Carol to finally prove of a genuine Chinese without having to pay for it, after an hour and a half I went to her room, pretending to understand our agreement to meet us in the lobby in two hours wrong. I knocked on the door and she opened it with a towel wrapped in her hair and wearing a white hotel hobby. Looking surprised and disconcerting when he saw me, he heard me say well with a stick face: "So, shall we have dinner?" She said, I'm sorry, but I'm not ready yet, but I'll get dressed real quick... Continuing my foolish act, I insinuated myself into her room saying that then I would wait for her there, and she thought naively she didn't object, although she was clearly upset by the situation, probably finding it all an inconvenience from the rude education of the Westerners...
I sat in her bed while Carol was searching her suitcase for clothes to dress, looking stunned. He took a black blouse and without thinking (or forgetting that I was there), held the jacket over his chest over the hobby, assessing whether it was suitable for dinner. I enjoyed it and said, "This blouse is beautiful. You can wear it." She blushed and smiled thanking me. He put his shirt aside and kept moving his suitcase, until he picked up a little black panties, and was more careful but still opening it to look. I asked if that play would not stretch over the hobby like the blouse, then she fell into laughter and said that it was not necessary, but I without making it cheap and also laughing said that she was right, because it would not be necessary because just looking at the panties I could already say that it would also fall perfectly on her. She called me inconvenient and cheeky, but without seeming irritable, on the contrary, laughing at everything. I told her that since her blouse and panties were settled, it was enough for her to choose a very short and tight skirt so that we could get out, and then she seems to have decided to take part in that little game, adopting a more relaxed posture, and turning to me held her black panties over the hobby, making a face of disdain... I released an "hmmmm" in front of the provocation, and I said that about the hobby I couldn't judge right, that if she really wanted an honest opinion she would have to show me without the hobby. She made fun saying that maybe she'd show it another time, and then she grabbed her shirt and a skirt saying we were late for dinner and locked herself in the bathroom. Being alone in the room, I caught myself straightening my very hard dick over my pants, and I was about to take it out to knock one out when I heard the bathroom door unlock and then she left already dressed, and super attractive. I commended her, she took the bag suggesting we go, and then I lifted her up and hugged her with one of her arms gently directed her to the door, without leaving to rub my hard dick on her ass since the passage available - between the bed and the dresser - was narrow. She visibly noticed but only gave a naughty little smile.
We walked out and walked through the busy streets, now talking about spicy things. Decided to go to everything or nothing (after all, I was her boss, and an uncompromised man, so that the worst thing that could happen would be that she would say no and after the trip spread in the company that I had sung her, but even if it was kind of boring for me to carry that fame, no one could blame me), during the conversation that I had already discussed about each other's first sex, I jumped right into Carol's jugular saying that that little play with her clothes in her room had made me very horny. She first acted as a disgruntled and surprised by the revelation, but did not fail to show a certain interest in the matter, asking if I was serious. So I told her that when she went to change in the bathroom, I even thought about jerking off so horny I was. I said I'd been dying to see her in her panties, which I thought was a super hot woman. I asked her if she wasn't a little excited about me, if she didn't want to have sex with me, to enjoy that trip where we were just the two of us and nobody would know what we did. She hesitated to speak, and was babbling that it was not a matter of will, for she had, but that she had never had sex with penetration before, was still a virgin, and would not give her virginity to anyone unless she was convinced that it was someone who would marry her. I stretched the conversation out wanting to understand better what she meant by not having sex with penetration, which was then as far as she had gone in terms of sex before... then she was super embarrassed, and she disconverted with phrases of the kind that is not spoken, shows up, but in front of my insistence to know details she ended up confessing that she wanted to go to oral sex, and that with regard to my question about her wanting to be with me, she had a lot of will but also very afraid of not being able to maintain the limit of no penetration. What she said, I decided to act by holding her in a strong embrace right there in the middle of the street, and kissing her with voluptuousness, in which I was fully matched. We didn't even have dinner and I took advantage of a rickshaw ticket to get to the hotel faster. We went straight to her room, and in the midst of glorious making out we fell lying on the bed, I already lifting her blouse and removing her bra. I was disappointed to realize that those breasts that I had been beating for so long were nothing more than misleading propaganda, because all the volume that appeared under her blouses was due to her padded bra, because her breasts were almost nonexistent, but compensated by dark, protruding nipples, which I began to suck fiercely, pulling moaning and spasms out of her body.
I lifted your skirt and then I was able to dazzle with the look of black panties right before my eyes... at the slightest mention of sticking my fingers in his pussy, I found strong rejection, but soon I used my hands to push away the panties on the side and fall with my mouth sucking that advanced Chinese cunt and with trimmed hairs, whose volume only existed just above the clitoris, with the rest of her shaved buttock to perfection.
I enjoyed sucking that fleshy, firm, juicy pussy. As a shock of my life, when Carol was enjoying a colorless, almost odorless but subtly charged liquid of the fragrance of sex, and of incomparable taste, somewhat sweet, which flowed with such pressure away from her pussy in the midst of spasms, which caught me completely unprepared for it, invading the bubbles my mouth, which instinctively tried to swallow that, but whose quantity did not allow it, washing my face and running all over my neck... as soon as it started, my first idea was that she was urinating on me, generating an obvious initial repulsion, but that was largely overcome by the super horny that those squirts gave me, and I even thought that even if it was pee, I would drink everything I could. But without delay it became clear that it was not about pee, given the characteristics of color, smell and taste of that nectar she ejaculated. I was amazed by that, and as soon as her enjoyment was softened, and her body stopped squirming in spasms of pleasure, I tried to ask her what that was, because she had never seen anything like it, and she was embarrassed but explained that she knew that most women did not enjoy it like that, but that with her it had always been like that, that she could not explain why, but that she only knew that it was proof of having a wonderful orgasm, that if ejaculation did not happen would be a sign of not being satisfied...
We spent some time there staring at each other, hugging each other, and we decided to take a shower together... It was the first time she saw my cock, and appeared to have marveled at it, praising the head to show (circumcised that I am), claiming it was the most beautiful dick she ever saw. As soon as we got in the shower, she knelt down and squeaked at my dick with great will, sucking wonderfully, using one of her hands to massage my bag as she moved her head by making my dick come in and out of her mouth... Bowing all over, I took the opportunity to put my hand on her pussy, masturbating her without penetrating with her fingers, and she soon enjoyed once more, only now releasing just a little ejaculation, much less than before.
I closed the shower and we went back to bed. We fell into a wonderful 69, and in a few minutes we enjoyed together, I spewed a lot into her greedy mouth that was sucking everything without letting a drop of shit leak, while her real seizure happened again very strong, soon making her pussy sneeze hard, like a tap, making a lot of noise of liquid gushing over my face, allowing me to fill my mouth and swallow it three or four times later, while at the intervals when I closed my mouth to swallow what was already inside, the jet would wash my face and neck hard, running down to the mattress and making me feel the top of my back froze with the liquid that soaked me all. After all, we noticed how much the mattress and the bed linen had gotten wet, it looked like those wheels that form on the sheet when someone pees on the bed, it was an absurd amount of liquid that Carol ejaculated when she came. That night we still had several orgasms with mutual masturbation and oral sex, and I even played with the head of the dick on her cunt, but always with a lot of apprehension on her part about penetration, which did not occur. The next day, early morning, I called the client saying he was having a bad time about something he had eaten at dinner, and that as soon as he was feeling better we'd go to his office, probably after lunch. We spent the whole morning fucking without penetration several times, and Carol gave me for the first time in my life the experience of making me come masturbating violently with her hands, pointing my cock at her open mouth that exposed her tongue stretched out waiting for my fucking... She'd drive my dick right into her tongue and mouth, taking all the fucking jets there, getting her tongue covered with thick shit, and when I was done she'd put her tongue in and clearly show she was swallowing everything, then she'd come back and show her tongue now with no more fucking traces on her....
After we got back from Hong Kong, I dated Carol for about three months, including sleeping almost every night at her house, with her mother's consent. We'd make a little theater at bedtime, so it would look like I'd sleep on a mattress on the floor next to her bed, but it would take a few minutes after all the lights went out so she'd jump on the mattress, too, after carefully touching the bedroom door. Then every night we'd fuck like that without sticking our dicks in the pussy, but achieving incredible orgasms anyway. Gradually, I convinced her to find anal sex, because it would solve the ban on entering and at the same time would not take her virginity. She agreed and we started trying, it took me a while to get into that delicious ass of hers, both for my inexperience and hers, but we ended up getting it and so I had my first experience eating an ass. After a few fucks in Carol's ass, she was so used to it and she enjoyed it so much that she would cum profusely, ejaculating a lot, when she penetrated her ass, begging to shove it up her ass every night. And she was so depraved, she'd always ask me not to cum in my ass, because she'd love to poke my dick in the ass until I could suck all my shit. After about three months we broke up, but we kept meeting on weekends to fuck at my house. I guess trying to get me back together after a month or two after the breakup, we were fucking in my bed when she finally told me to put it in her cunt, take her virginity. I must confess that the effect was almost what she wanted, and we met again more often after that, but after a couple of months we drifted further and further apart, and we went back and forth a few times until we got away from each other after a few more months. But let it be recorded here: that pussy was super hot to deflower, having only been my second experience with a virgin pussy (the one before was with my first wife), and I believe that in terms of sex news Carol was my most complete partner of all, a woman who had the pleasure of eating in every possible and imaginable position, the first one who showed me the female ejaculation (after her I only had one more partner who ejaculated), the first one to make fun of me in her mouth with porn movie refinements, the first one to give me my ass, the second (but the first one I really enjoyed) to give me the xana virginity...
After Carol I met another Chinese girl, this four years younger than me, more mignon style, and with a tougher body than any Chinese I'd ever met before. She gave it to me right on our first date, and after we dated with a lot of sex for about a year, we ended up getting married and being together for seven years, until I went back to Brazil and split up for it. It wasn't someone with a sexual performance like Carol, but it was also very hot, had big, firm breasts that I loved to suck, and a hairy, sweet pussy that I loved to suck. With her I had the first experience of using a dildo to masturbate her while sucking, and gave her countless deep orgasms with this combined tongue and vibrator technique. She did not ejaculate, but sometimes her jouissance was so strong that it made her so wet that she also moistened the sheets, even without sneezing the joy hard. Eating her on four was great, but she didn't like anal, and in her ass I only put it a few times, being in the wake of the first stick forced to take it off. About two years after we got married, the sex got cold, and I went back to the massage parlors, while I knew that she also gave her fence jumps meeting with her ex-boyfriend to fuck sporadically.
After seven years married, I decided to go back to Brazil and she wouldn't come with me, so we split up.
Back in Brazil, in a short time I got involved with a 42-year-old (at the time) business crown, she wasn't pretty or very attractive, but she had a very hot sucking pussy, and a well-advantaged ass that was very good to put in. What I liked most about her was her intense orgasms, actually she was not someone who knew how to give pleasure very well, but making her enjoy was very interesting and exciting given the transformation she suffered when she reached orgasm, turning from a woman taken as an example of seriousness to a real whore. It made her come so much and so intensely that one time she even picked up a piece of chocolate that we had taken to bed, and put it in the pussy that I was sucking when she started making fun of, covering her chocolate pussy and rubbing herself against my face.
It was interesting that I had such a great ability to make that crown come, that sometimes it just came from rubbing on my body even though the two were dressed. But since I didn't have a feeling beyond sex with her, the relationship didn't last long. But before we broke up, I made a point of putting her on all fours in my bed and putting everything in her ass that she claimed to be a virgin. She begged me not to do that, but I told her that night I was going to see who was the male who was bossing her, and I wasn't sorry, putting everything up her ass, she complaining, crying and moaning in pain, until I cum in her broken ass until it leaks from the sides.
After this relationship with the businesswoman, I dated a 50-year-old crown, with beautiful tits and hot ass, but when I fucked, all I could do was yell "so, so, so" until I literally dribbled with horny. I didn't like sucking or getting sucked. I really loved being a cunt. As you'd expect, I ate the crown for about two or three months and then I dumped it.
Then I met a semi-crown, 40-something, over the Internet. Then we set up a date, and then on the first date, we went to a motel and we really fucked. She ejaculated too. And shortly after we started fucking, she's already been letting her ass eat. She's probably the most slutty woman I've ever eaten, the kind who yells "eats me, eats me" or "gives me this milk here in my mouth," with a particular preference for standing on top of the male, riding on the guy's dick until he gets tired of coming. And he'd come all the way, taking a roll, getting sucked, being masturbated, and masturbating while sucking. Besides, her blow job was like deep-throat, where she swallowed the whole cock, making me feel her head penetrate her throat in the process. But we fucked for a few months and then we broke up when I met my current wife.
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