The Memoirs of a Cum-Slut Pt. 05

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As the 1980’s drew towards a close, my career progressed well with a promotion to Regional Sales Director, and my social life calmed down a little. Pressures of work meant that I no longer went out on the town every night, but still regularly had a blow-out at the weekend.

Our company had progressed from selling stand-alone units of office equipment to providing a full telecommunications solution to our clients, which resulted in the contracts becoming bigger and more complex. All public bodies like councils and health authorities required tenders for the work, which meant that there was little opportunity to use my ‘feminine charms’ to win the business, but luckily I was focussed on the private sector.

Large businesses requiring the replacement of their telephone switch would frequently attend the trade shows at various locations around the country, so it was crucial that I attended these shows as well.

I became quite good at spotting the guys who were at the show to buy rather than just enjoy a day out of the office, and it was rare that my invitation to dinner would be declined. A little flirting on the stand, then wearing quite daring outfits for the meal certainly kept their attention and won a number of orders.

This brings me to the events at the Birmingham Telcom ’90 show held at the NEC in March of that year. I had spoken with a smartly-dressed middle-aged guy about the latest equipment we had available and he explained his requirement to replace the switches in five factories in the Midlands region. When I invited him to dinner he jumped at the chance, and it turned out that he was staying at the same hotel as me.

At 7pm we met in the hotel lobby and made our way to the restaurant where we were shown to our table. Two of my colleagues were already sat at another table, and one of them winked at me as he caught my eye. He was aware of the potential size of the sale I was working on, and all of our bonuses would be boosted if I could close the deal.

The meal was very nice, and my guest, Peter, was a perfect gentleman, although I caught him eyeing my boobs on a couple of occasions when he didn’t think that I was looking. As we drank through the bottle of wine he relaxed more and started making a few suggestive remarks. I just giggled as he told a smutty joke and he became more certain that his luck was in tonight.

After a coffee I settled the bill and we left the table, heading towards the lift. I was about to suggest that we could share a nightcap from the minibar in my room but he beat me to it. I replied that I had better have an early night to be up bright and early for the second day of the show, but my lack of conviction was evident as he guided me from the elevator on the second floor.

With his arm around my waist, we walked to his room and seconds later the door was closing behind us. I sat on the double bed as he took two miniatures of whisky from the minibar. He poured mine into a glass and handed it maltepe escort to me, then sat next to me on the bed. His arm was back around my waist, pulling me towards him as he leaned in to kiss me.

I swallowed my whisky in one gulp, dropped the glass onto the carpet and turned to give Peter my full attention. His right hand was fondling my left breast as we kissed, and my nipple stiffened in response to his attention. By now we were lying back on the bed and he was unbuttoning my blouse. I reached down and felt his hard-on through his trousers, eliciting a moan from him as I squeezed it.

Peter removed my blouse and was working on my bra as I set to work on his belt & flies. As my boobs swung free, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting it as I freed his cock. It was a nice size and hard as iron, throbbing in my hand as I slowly stroked it.

By now he had pushed my dress up and was stroking my pussy lips through my silk panties. I lifted my bum as he pushed my knickers down, but not letting go of his cock.

“Let’s get rid of these clothes” he whispered, and we both stood up briefly to completely undress. As we lay back on the bed I kissed his neck, then briefly sucked his nipple as I kissed and licked my way down his torso. He lay back, clearly anticipating my next move. He sighed as I kissed and licked the tip of his cock, then moaned as I closed my lips around it.

Using my tongue against the underside of his cockhead, I slowly bobbed my head up and down and reached down to fondle his balls. He then pulled at my waist, signalling that we should get into a 69 position. I readily complied, manoeuvring my knees either side of his head as I lowered my pussy to his mouth.

His tongue quickly found my clitoris while I continued to lick and suck on his cock. I then felt a finger sliding into me and a familiar tingling sensation start to build inside my pussy. In addition to his finger fucking me, I became aware of his thumb rubbing against my asshole. It felt quite nice, but extremely naughty.

Both of us were now breathing heavily, and I knew I was only seconds away from cumming. I felt his cock throb harder against my tongue and I started cumming as he released jet after jet of cum into my mouth. As I writhed on top of him, I realised he now had a finger knuckle-deep in my arse, and this made me cum even harder.

I collapsed on him, recovering from my orgasm, his cock still throbbing and oozing semen into my mouth. He pulled me by the shoulder to lie alongside him, which I did. I felt a little embarrassed, however, as this guy had stuck his finger up my arse and I had done nothing to stop him. Looking back, I am amazed that I was 27 years old when I first had a guy’s finger my ass!

He kissed me, his tongue deep in my mouth as if it was searching for the remnants of his orgasm, then he looked at me straight and said,

“That’s a lovely tight little ass you’ve got, will you let me do it?”.

I escort maltepe was shocked and scared. Two of my friends had told me about the times when they had had anal, and how it hurt like hell. He must have sensed my fear and said,

“Look, if we take it really slow it won’t really hurt. I’ll stop as soon as you tell me to.”

Still unsure, I said nothing and Peter kissed me again as he started caressing my body. His hands were soon on my backside, spreading my cheeks apart. Once again his finger found its way to my anus, giving me goosebumps as it played with my puckered ring.

Suddenly Peter got up from the bed and walked to his suitcase, returning seconds later with a tube of KY jelly. I remained silent as he rolled me onto my tummy and squeezed a big glob of lube onto his index finger. I shivered slightly as the cold lube made contact with my arsehole and gasped as I felt his finger slowly invade my most private part.

Slowly he finger-fucked my hole, gently pulling it wider, then inserting a second digit. It felt very dirty and extremely erotic. Peter was telling me what a beautiful ass I had and how hard he had become.

“Please let me put my dick in there?” he pleaded.

“Uh huh,” I replied and got up on all fours, offering my virgin arsehole to him.

Seconds later I felt the head of his cock pressing against me. Slowly he increased the pressure and I felt my hole starting to open for him. He stopped for a while, letting me get used to the feeling, then he pushed again. As my anus started to stretch open, I felt a sharp pain and let out a little yelp. Peter immediately stopped pushing and the pain subsided a little.

“Can I try again, babe?” Peter asked.

“Uh huh,” I answered again and Peter pushed again.

I could feel my arsehole stretching wider, slightly less painful this time, then felt a slight pop as his cockhead slipped through my sphincter. Once again, Peter stopped, letting me get used to the feeling of his cock in my arse.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Uh huh,” I responded again.

Peter pushed forward and I felt him slowly slide into me. Inch by inch he filled me, groaning as he did so. Finally he was fully inside me, it felt so different to having a cock in my pussy, but now the pain had almost gone I felt distinctly slutty.

“Come on, fuck my arse, fill my arse with your big fat cock!”

Peter accepted my invitation and started thrusting into me. Forgetting the pain, I started to really enjoy being arse fucked. He grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me towards him as he thrust his cock deep inside me.

He increased his tempo, my arsehole gripping him tight.

“Arghhh, I’m cumming!” he exclaimed, and I felt him throbbing deep inside me.

He collapsed onto me, his softening cock dropping out of my arse. I slumped down onto the bed and clenched my buttocks together.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it, babe?” he whispered in my ear.

“It certainly maltepe escort bayan was, I wasn’t expecting that when I invited you for dinner,” I replied, adding, “you had better place that order now!”

“Of course, my dear,” he replied, “how could I refuse now.”

Peter then got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I was slightly surprised to hear the shower being turned on, and pulled the duvet over me and lay on the bed thinking about what had just happened, aware of a dull ache in my bum. After about five minutes he returned, drying his hair with a towel before laying down with me.

He put his arms around me again, then explained, “I just had to clean myself up a little, so I can fuck you again in the morning.”

He put the light out, and we snuggled close with Peter softly caressing my buttocks.

I woke from my slumber as the sky outside was just starting to lighten. Peter was still sleeping, so I reached down and took his cock in my hand. With just a few gentle squeezes I felt it start to stiffen. His breathing became slightly shallower as I slowly stroked it. A naughty thought entered my mind and I burrowed my head under the quilt.

I closed my lips around his shaft and heard a soft “mmmm” escape his lips. He was now clearly awake as his hands pressed on the back of my head, encouraging me to take more of his cock into my mouth. He was now as hard as a rock as he pulled me up to kiss me on the lips.

“I want to fuck your delicious pussy this morning,” he whispered as he rolled me onto my back. He reached down and rubbed his fingers along my pussy lips then slipped two fingers deep inside me. I was already very wet, sucking on a cock does that to me.

He then positioned himself with his cockhead aimed at my pussy, then I felt him slide effortlessly into me. He kissed me deeply as he thrusted deep inside me. Changing his position slightly, I felt his cock rubbing against my g-spot with each thrust and as he quickened his pace I grew closer and closer to my orgasm. As he gave a final thrust and started releasing his cum deep inside me, I wrapped my legs around his backside as I came as well.

Breakfast time was approaching, so I needed to get back to my room for a shower & some clean clothes. As I headed towards the door, peter said,

“You know? David Soul sang about you.”

I responded with a puzzled look, and he explained,

“I came in your mouth, your ass and your pussy. So you were once, twice, three times a lady for me.”

I just cringed and replied, “That’s all well and good, but I really need your order.”

And so it was, at the age of 27 I lost my anal cherry. What I have since learned is that guy’s who know what they’re doing don’t hurt you, but the guys who aren’t prepared are a nightmare. Lube is critical, and any guy that thinks spit is an adequate alternative just doesn’t get it.

Whenever my work required that I had a night in the midlands, I would contact Peter and most of the time he would be able to join me for the night. He was married, but his wife steadfastly refused to try anal, so I was happy to help out as he was always so gentle and considerate and I really enjoyed my sessions with him.

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