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Stacey
Stacey Mcarthy was having the time of her life. Life had never been better. She was 41 years old, she was hot and she was single. Oh did I forget to mention that she had a hunk of a toyboy whose tongue had been pleasuring her pussy right now?
Stacey grinded her pussy on Jason’s mouth as his talented tongue dove inside her. She loved how he ate her out, giving her the multiple oragsms she so enjoyed. He took her round, delicious and firm ass and rubbed them between his large, strong hands as he continued to tongue fuck her.
MMMMMMMMAHAHAHHA! She loved it when he nibbled at her clit suddenly between the tongue lashing erotically inside her vagina.
Stacey had married young. She was only 21 years old and fresh out of college when she married her childhood sweetheart, Matthew Phillips. They were young and in love and they had thrown caution to the winds when they decided to get married.
things had been good for sometime. The sex however, was getting worse day by day. Matthew had just not been able to keep up with Stacey’s voracious appetite for sex. Matthew was a software engineer and somehow sex with him felt very rehearsed and clinical. There was no element of surprise or connection. Stacey often wondered what had it been about him at that time that made her say yes to him. It was not only about the sex. Matt had slowly, over the years,changed into a man she hadn’t been able to understand. When they had moved to San Francisco he had been tolerable but after a few months things had gotten so boring that there was a point where both of them had begun to avoid each other completely. Stacey was an Art historian and a painter. She had completely immersed herself in that with a vengeance. She was of an opinion that painting aroused her more than her husband and it allowed her to experiment and vent out her frustration onto the canvas. She was as fond of experimenting with colors on to the canvas as she much as she was apprehensive, yes, scared to experiment with Matt. He just did not give a damn anymore. They would try to have long heart to heart talks about how they had been feeling and would feel energized to do something exciting in bed or spice up the romance in their lives, but after a week, things would go back to how they had always been. Boring. Counseling sessions, couple’s therapy, nothing had worked. It was not as if he had a medical problem, they had been to sexologists too and Stacey had found him jerk off to magazines and porn websites.
After 15 stifling years in the marriage, Stacey filed for a divorce. It was only then that Matt had confessed that he felt intimidated by her sexual appetite. He had not been able to keep up with her and it had driven him to a severe form of depression. Stacey had been shocked. She had also gotten furious.
She could not stand the fact that he was trying to make her feel guilty about things that a normal human being felt.
Stacey moved out of San Francisco with a good alimony and had set up base in Los Angeles. as an artist and as an art historian, decorator, curator, she was having the time of her life here. Movie stars and the glamorous city were a heady cocktail she had been waiting to taste.
She also began exploring sex here.
From fetishes and kinks to crazy, exhibitionist nights, seasonal flings and male escorts, Stacey had had them all.
She had been a able to buy a small apartment in the less posh areas in L.A. She now cared a damn about her lifestyle or the society. She loved her freedom and she was enjoying it to the core.
Her first sexual experience was with a gardener at the hotel she was staying at when she had just arrived in L.A. He had been about 19 years of age. He was a well built young man, around 189 centimeters and probably still growing. His wide shoulders made everything he did, seem effortless and had attracted her immensely
He had been wearing work pants but nothing could have hid the gift of a penis that occupied plenty of space in the pants. He would never be able to conceal its shape from anyone who cared to look at his private anatomy, even through his clothes. For a male of his age, that would add to his confidence she had thought.
Stacey was a beautiful, curvy woman. She went outside on the pretence to get some sun and had befriended him, or rather seduced him. They had gone behind the bushes to soothe her raging vagina.
She had moved his hand to the top of her leg with his fingers touching her trimmed pubic hair. She had held his hand in place she loosened his belt, released the top button and slid his zipper down. She had been nervous but as she reached in and lightly grasped his thickened swollen nine-inch cock she lost it all her insecurities. The man was magnificent! She remembered how she had stifled a gasp as she became acquainted with its unlikely proportion. She then had stood and had straddled him, bending down to kiss him very lightly on his mouth. Stacey had not been able to stop herself when her lips had met his thick lips.
Lowering herself gradually without breaking the kiss and with one hand she had held the base of his throbbing cock. She had probed around with the end of his out of proportion battering ram to try and locate the wet opening of her, raging, slavering vagina. She remembered how she had braced herself for the unlikely raid on her pussy.
As he entered her, she let out a long moan. It had felt so good. It had been painful because she had been out of practice for a long time. But oh god! how awesome she had felt at that time. She had swivelled her hips in small circles, using backward pressure and her weight to work his turgid cock into her core. She had begun to gasp for breath as the straining effort eventually dilated her tortured vagina enough to accommodate him. His cock had been on the verge of losing it as he had entered her. He hadn’t expected her to be this tight. He had redoubled his efforts at holding it in as he drove slowly into her, trying to not cause her too much pain. She had loved his sensitive side and that had made her more horny. She had let him drive into her and had shouted on top of her voice during the act in throes of ecstasy.
It had been a wild, wild day. She had then offered him the choice to come back to her room and stay with her a couple of days. He had stayed on for a year with her after that. She loved young, hot passion and his energy had been boundless. Life had only changed for the better for Stacey.
She had met Jason a month back at a bar when he had asked her if she could buy him a drink. She had been making eyes at him the whole night and he felt like that was the signal for him to get all brazen. She had loved the cheeky side of this young, 30 something fucker.
As Jason drove into her with his hard 9 inches, Stacey moaned louder, happy and in love with her life.
“Shut the fuck up! People are trying to sleep here”
There had been a loud knock at the door and the prude next door had been complaining again.
What the fuck is her problem? Why can’t she finger herself? Looks like I will have to teach her a few things. But I will do that tomorrow.” Stacey thought to herself but when she looked at Jason’s face, she knew he was affected by it. She had quietened down but it was killing her mojo…
*****
Jason
Jason loved feisty women. He loved all women per say and he loved pleasuring them. He had always been clear about what he had wanted to do in life. Give pleasure and watch the woman writhe in ecstasy under him or above him.
Golden hair and sharp black eyes had always made him look like a bad boy. well, he was a bad boy. He had always been. Growing up, his devil may care attitude had made him very popular with all the girls at school. Of course, he had gotten bored with most of them within a week. He did not like commitment. He hated it infact. He liked the simple, uncomplicated life of flings. He wanted to be with women, give them pleasure, get pleasure and move on after a while. That had been his life with regards to women. It had been an amazing experience, this life of sex and flings. It helped him cope with the other aspects in his life very well.
Jason was a male escort. His skills with the tongue had been the talk of the town ever since he had moved to L.A. He had come to the city to become an actor but had not been able to really get through, even though he had been sleeping around with a lot of women on the sets. The problem was that there were never enough women for him to seduce his way into mainstream. He wasn’t interested in men. It had been 3 years since he had moved from Virginia to LA. He had, at first, very sincerely applied to all the top modeling agencies, gotten in touch with agents to help him get movie offers but in vain. Some told him to sleep his way up, others couldn’t work with the kind of money he was offering.
Then an agent had suggested that he moonlight as a male escort and begin earning money to save up for a really good shoot. Jason balked at the idea first but then began working as a male dancer at bachelorettes. He found that women were really appreciating his body and were offering a lot of money to see him do things to the bride or themselves. His 6 ft 3 inches, fit and chiselled body and those golden locks, his enormous buddy down there had driven his female fans crazy. He had danced erotically for them, rubbed his dick on their faces, slapped their boons with his hard cock and had dry humped them. Jasonny Bravo had been his nickname. The girls adored him and the women had been lusting after him.
Many times he had thought that he could just go ahead with the yummy, rich mommies that were dying to have a go at his thick, fat monster. He had been hesitant. Then she met Cara. She was a 50 years old cougar with a body that could put any Hollywood siren to shame. She was a rich widow and was known to have a lot of toyboys satiating her. He had spent 6 months with Cara. She had been a dynamite in bed. Her offer was crisp and precise.” 50 grand for 6 months with me. You will travel to all the places I go to and escort me at all events. I expect full compliance. You are not sleep with anyone else.”
He had met her at a pool party. She was the best friend of the hostess that night, They had danced all night together and towards the end of it, she had pulled him to the lonesome corner of the garden and sucked his cock. Jason had never met a woman who had known how to give head like the way she did. She was small and petite. She looked fragile but she was a bomb in the bed. Jason had never been so consumed by anyone.
In the six months that they had been together, Cara had taken him almost all over the Americas. They had vacationed in Mexico for a fortnight, then gone to Brazil and Colombia sometime later. She was a shrewd business woman but had been riddled with insecurities due to work. She had never married. She had looked for relationships but couldn't stand men dominating her. Jason had been perfect for her. The 6 months with her had been perfect. He had seen most of the places he had always dreamt about visiting. However, it had gotten boring. Jason’s inner conscience pricked and plummeted him into the throes of guilt when he thought about his abandoned acting career.
He had had enough money for a high profile photoshoot now. He had not renewed the offer for another 6 months with Cara. He wanted to go back and focus his energies on the acting career. He had a good profile made, he went around, trying to impress Cara’s connections in the film industry but nothing substantial came his way. He hadn’t wanted Cara to put in a good word for him. He felt cheap. He had begun to doubt his own abilities now.
Sex had been his saviour. In his quest to deal with his insecurities, Jason had put himself out there, fucking every woman in the club. He had always been a sweet charmer but now he had redoubled his efforts into seducing him. It was as if he was trying to prove something.