I arrive at the hotel and go up to his room. He’s left the door open for me. I go in and he hugs me…it feels so good to have his arms wrapped around me. My nerves start to fade. We sit on the bed and make small talk. I ask if he would give me a minute and he goes down the hall to get ice. While he’s gone I light some candles that I brought and I turn out the lights, I open the curtains, and I change into a t-shirt and panties. I pour a little lotion and body oil into my hands and rub it all over my freshly exfoliated skin. Staring at my feet, rubbing up my calves, to my thick thighs, to my ass, then to my belly, stopping for a moment at my 46H breasts and caressing my dark nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers. I linger for a moment before finishing with my arms. I slip into an oversized grey t-shirt that I cut the collar off of so it hangs off one shoulder. I put on a pair of black booty shorts underneath and sit on the bed to wait. Continue reading
I still remember the day she walked into our lives. I could never have suspected that she would grow to have the power over my husband, and now my own life, that she currently does. Out of all the applicants we interviewed to replace our retiring housemaid, she seemed like the perfect candidate. She had been personally recommended by our outgoing maid, who had served us for nearly 20 years until her back problems were too bad for her to continue. Our aging ex-maid told us that Marta was the niece of a close friend, and she could vouch for the young lady’s character.
The girl seemed perfect for the role when I interviewed her. Demure and precise, with downcast eyes and perfect deference to me in all questions, I felt that I could adequately rely on this young woman to carry out the duties I required without me having to overexplain myself and without asserting her own opinions. I cannot stand it when the help offer their own feelings about how my household should be run. I grew up learning to demand a certain standard of quality in all of those who work for me and house staff are no exception.
This story happened 10 years ago, when I was dating casually, exploring a wide range of sexual experiences.
Her personal ad was straightforward: Big Beautiful Goddess looking for oral worship. I answered without hesitation. After a few messages we exchanged phone numbers. She allowed me to call her.
The first phone conversation is the crucial transition from online to real life. Conversation provides the opportunity to decide whether there is chemistry between strangers. Her voice was cheerful. She had a sense of humor. A mixture of curiosity, excitement and just the right small dose of nervousness made us decide to spontaneously meet the same evening.
Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Jacinto. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find.
On entering the bar, there was a line of people on both sides of the hallway, as though both guys and girls were inspecting cattle at market. The last girl in the line was a somewhat homely looking gal with a huge set of knockers and a big wide, but well shaped ass. I remember thinking she resembled some sort of dog, the kind they say “…so ugly it’s cute”. Well, you know what they say happens to girls at closing time.