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He Was 72, I Was 16

If someone randomly comes up behind you and says, "Are you a prostitute?", and you're not, then what would you do? Slap him and leave, ignore him, create a ruckus or call for help? I know a few friend of mine who would just play along to see what happens. But this isn't her story.

This happened to me when I was 16. I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago, and wasn't handling it very well. My friend dragged me to a nightclub we frequented to let off some steam. In case you're wondering, we used to fake our way in at that time. We had done it before. Anyway, a couple of hours of drinking and dancing later, I had to go pee. After I came out, I got out out for some fresh air. That's when an old guy, who was apparently watching me for a while, came near and asked me, "Excuse me! Are you the prostitute?" I gave him a weirded out look and went back inside and told my friend. She laughed and said, "Why don't we say yes and ask how much is he willing to pay for both of us" She was kidding, of course! We laughed about it and another hour later, she was making out with her boyfriend, and I went out again for some space.

I saw the old man pacing up and down the corridor and he began to leave when he saw me. Maybe I was just too drunk, but I decided to approach him. And I did. He apologized for what he said and kept apologizing straight for 15 minutes. I asked him to calm down and got him talking. He was a 72 year old gramps, with thick glasses, liver spots and all, who was scammed by a website offering escort services. He was asked to wait at the corridor to meet a girl who would be dressed in pink shorts and a black crop top. My dress had him confused that's all.

However drunk as I may have been, I knew what I was doing. And after I heard his story for a while, I felt the urge to tell him that I was indeed her. I wasn't, of course, but I was probably in a strangely playful mood. Call it being 16, drunk and horny, but after stopping myself a couple of times, I blurted it out, "I'm the girl! I was just making sure you're not a cop."

And my night's destiny changed! The gramps beamed with joy and asked me if I wanted the money now. I took it. It was quite a sum. I then asked him where did he want to do it? A few minutes later, I was walking down the quite street with him, texting my friend that I had left with another friend of mine. To be honest, I was shit scared at what I was doing. The old man lived nearby and we talked and walked to his apartment. It was a small one bedroom home in a run-down building.

After we entered his apartment, he closed the door and pinned me against it and began kissing me sloppily. His hands were all over the place, finding their way to grab my breasts and feel my pussy. From there, he took me to the bedroom and we had sex. I remember him eating me out and fucking me for about 5 minutes and cumming inside. As I sat on the bed wiping myself between my legs and processing what I just did, he told me his whole life story. An hour later, we fucked a second time. It was short too, but this time, the gramps wanted me to ride him. It ended the same way. I blew him for a while, rode him for a few minutes and he was already ready for bed.

The next day, after I sobered up, I thought of telling him the truth. But I didn't. He asked me for my number, but I made up some excuse to not share it. He offered me some more cash, if I gave him a quicky before I left. A quicky he said! All he could do were quickies anyway. I felt sorry for him (after hearing about his life story the night before, which was quite sad to be honest). So, we had a 'quicky' in his shower. I was sober now, so I asked him to pull out. After the shower, I ate some breakfast which he prepared and left.

To this date I wonder what happened to him. I missed my period the next month and thought I was pregnant. False alarm...but was I scared shitless. So....did this make me an escort? I took his money after all. Did I need it? What's 'need' anyway, but a guiltless 'want'! So I suppose I did it for the money after all!

Hugging My Boyfriend With His Dad's Fresh Cum Still Inside Me!

Cheating is fun! Until you get caught.

When I was 16, I went to my boyfriend's house on a Friday evening, straight from school, to pay him a surprise visit. He wasn't there though; apparently, gone for the weekend, visiting his mom. His parents were divorced and he stayed mostly with his dad. I made up an excuse at home that I was going on a two day trip with a friend of mine, and couldn't back out of that excuse now. So, I ended up spending the weekend at his place, with his dad.

On Friday Night, we talked about the relationship with his son and other things. He shared some of his problems with me.

On Saturday, he took me out to a movie, we went on a long drive and returned home in the evening.

On Sunday morning, my boyfriend's dad (aged 49), woke me up with a coffee and breakfast in bed. I just had my cotton camisole and ruffled panties on. It was awkward seeing him just enter the room like that, and I think I may have covered myself with the sheets. But I couldn't have the breakfast that way, so I sat there in my underwear, with my 15year old boyfriend's 49 year old divorced dad.

Long story short....he approached me and kissed me on the cheek, but I turned in surprise and we locked lips. It was obvious what was going to happen next. He kissed me, holding me tight and laid me on the bed. He pulled down my panties and gave me one memorable oral experience. After that, we had sex for an hour. We spent the day in bed, talking, kissing, and sharing our experiences with sex.

At 8pm, we were having sex for the second time. I remember this very clearly. He was on top, biting my neck and fucking me as if there was no tomorrow...and we heard my boyfriend shout from the living room, "Dad! I'm home"...

He shouted back..."just a minute, be out in 10 minutes."...The next 10 minutes were tense. We were sweaty, smelled of sex and then, to top it all...he came inside me. (Yup! No condoms).

He came out of the room. My boyfriend was right outside. His dad said, "look who came to visit!" And I, dressed up as fast as I could, came out from behind his dad and hugged him. He asked me, "When did you come? And why are you both so sweaty?"

Well....we made up some excuse about a power-failure and I went out with my boyfriend for a snack at MacDonalds. And all this time, his dad's cum kept slowly dripping out of my pussy.

He eventually found out about this though, and it was a horrible break-up. I never met his dad after that, but he keeps texting me often, with a dick pic or two.

Of Lost Virginities, Old Men, Gangbang And Piss.

I lost my Virginity when I was 15, and it wasn't the best experience in my memory. Some girls in my high school were partygoers, and I wasn't exactly sure how they even managed to get into Nightclubs. One of my friends told me that there were a bunch of guys they knew who would get them in. I was curious to see this nightlife myself and asked my friend to let me join in the next time they went partying.

The Party...

And so, one Friday evening, I left for a 'sleepover' at my friend's house. As told by her, I put on my short Blue Cami dress and tried my best to look at least 20 (being skinny, short with small boobs doesn't help). I waited for her near my home and she showed up in a car with some guys. When I jumped into the car, I was surprised to see her and four older men. And by older, I mean '50 something' older. I was scared to death at what I had gotten myself into, but my friend kept joking around and flirting with them.

An hour's drive later, we reached a hotel. It was a sleazy looking place with a cheap look to it. I asked my friend where the nightclub was. She replied, "We're partying here tonight. You said you wanted to join the party right?"....I had no idea what the hell was going on.

After the guys spoke to the receptionist, and I think I saw one of the men slipping him some cash, we took the filthy elevator to the sixth floor (the top-most one). I kept asking my friend that I wanted to leave, that I had cold feet....but all she kept saying was "relax...you'll like them when you get to know them. They're harmless".

And a party it was. It was the penthouse suite with two bedrooms and a large terrace. The food and lots of booze were ordered in. The guys offered me some scotch, and that was the first drink I ever had. A few hours of joking around, a couple too many glasses of alcohol in me with the men dancing on some cheap bollywood songs and I knew that I was not ready to go anywhere that night.

My friend seemed to disappear with one of the guys somewhere. (I later found out that she was already fucking one of them in a bedroom). I was left alone with three older men (old, and fat) on the terrace, with some sleazy tunes playing in the background.

The Sex...

The first guy, bald with a goatee approached me and asked me if I was a virgin. I have no idea what I said, but the next thing I know was him slipping his hand under my skirt and fingering me. I did not resist, nor did I protest.

As the other two men stood at a distance smoking, I already had my mouth full with this guy's disgusting cock. I got paranoid at first, but then, I gave him a blow. The other men now saw us and came closer. I went with the three of them to the second bedroom and while one shove his dick in my mouth, the other one finally began fucking me. I was a virgin no more, and I still am not sure which one among the three of them had me first. The Smoker, The one with the disgusting teeth, chewing tobacco, or the bald fat one with a goatee. The smoke smell from their mouths and their disgusting fat bodies would have made me throw up, had I been sober. But not that night! They took turns and fucked me for three hours.

The Next Day...

The next morning, I woke up to a fat hairy slob sleeping next to me (the tobacco chewing bastard), and my pussy was on fire. There was cum crust all over my pussy and....I had a distinct feeling that they had taken me anally too....I could feel it. Oh yes...and I could not find my panties and my mouth had a distinct taste of pee. I collected my phone, saw many texts and missed calls from my then boyfriend (also 15, was in my class), and called him up asap. While on the phone, one of the guys decided that it was a good time to score some more and lifted me up and mounted me on his cock as he sat on a sofa. This time, I wasn't thrilled, but I said nothing...I didn't yell. I was pissed off though and it showed on my face. This fat bastard enjoyed my conversation with my boyfriend as he made me ride him. The call ended, and he came inside me!

After showering up, and a few awkward goodbyes later, they dropped me and my friend off to her place. And all she could say to me was, "You're a champ! The first time with three guys? That's amazing". We did have a looooooong angry conversation about what she had gotten me into.


That was when I was 15. I've had many other men inside me since then, but I still wish that my first time could have been better. Way better! At-least not with bucket loads of cum inside me, or the taste of piss in my mouth!

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