Straight Female / 36
I Pretended To Be A Lesbian To Get Laid At A Convention
Back in 2017 I traveled to New York, my first time, and stayed by Time's Square. I was there for a convention being held in the hotel. There were over 800 attendees and I felt quite lonely and small. I should add that I am petite, and I have always attracted older men.
After dinner alone I went up to the bar and sat at the bar and ordered a drink. An older man, who was still wearing his convention badge, came over and sat down and started the old line conversations about how it sucked being alone when you are out of town. I agreed, it was true, and I told him my elevator pitch story of my life and when he asked me what I was looking for that night, I surprised myself and said I was looking for a woman, a woman who could make my body sing and leave me in a fetal position,
Well that brought the conversation to an end and I finished my drink and went to bed. The next day he saw me in the convention and sat beside me and was a whole lot nicer and apologized. I said that was OK, it came with the territory, but I hoped he understood, some of like pussy and tits and everything nice. He laughed and we sat through the boring presentations, because they are boring. At lunch I sat with him at the table and complained that with some many women there it was virtually impossible to get laid. He laughed and said if I wasn't so picky, he would be glad to get me laid and maybe, just maybe I'd like it, you never know.
The truth is that petite women like big father figure men, just like big father figure men like petite women, it's sort of a father daughter dance sort of thing. I agreed to dinner with him, we went off property to a steak house, he let me go Dutch and use my expense account and we went back to his room, not mine. I told him this was my first time, so be gentle, emphasis on gentle. I was primarily a big tit girl and liked big women, not fat mind you, big like 5'10" and firm and taught, but with big tits, all natural, no fake tit ever turned me on. I asked him if he liked bigger women and he said no he didn't, he had always been attracted to small boyish girls, like me.
When the moment of truth came, and by then I was all wet inside, and he was about to penetrate with his man thing, I stopped him and said to go slow, very slow and not to push it in. He went slow, way too slow, he couldn't contain himself and with one wild thrust he was all in, to the hilt, knocking on the door of my cervix. Now what? Do I tell him he did it all wrong? Or do I lay back and enjoy it. The game was over, I was getting laid. So without much more to do, I laid back and took the beating, until he reached his limit and the floodgates opened and I was full of cum.
One day, maybe, I will go for that woman, the one I described. She works for us in HR, she is tall and works out and has big tits for her frame. She's a dyke, and it's written all over. I know her type, not petite girls like me, she likes brown girls, Hispanics with lots of hair and wide hips. It's her type, a blonde Nordic woman with a big hipped flowing mane Hispanic girl. Oh well, I used her that evening in New York to get laid. That should count for something?
As for my boyfriend for the night, well we date regularly and I fly to see him, and he comes down to see me, and during the pandemic months when I was working from home I spent a couple of months with him, trying out the domestic things. I've never told him I led him on, I talk incessantly about our HR lady, and how much I like her tits. Not a lesbian, not by any limit of imagination, but really, one night with her, one night to find out? Not that my boyfriend will let me, Daddy's don't let their little girls mess around.
After dinner alone I went up to the bar and sat at the bar and ordered a drink. An older man, who was still wearing his convention badge, came over and sat down and started the old line conversations about how it sucked being alone when you are out of town. I agreed, it was true, and I told him my elevator pitch story of my life and when he asked me what I was looking for that night, I surprised myself and said I was looking for a woman, a woman who could make my body sing and leave me in a fetal position,
Well that brought the conversation to an end and I finished my drink and went to bed. The next day he saw me in the convention and sat beside me and was a whole lot nicer and apologized. I said that was OK, it came with the territory, but I hoped he understood, some of like pussy and tits and everything nice. He laughed and we sat through the boring presentations, because they are boring. At lunch I sat with him at the table and complained that with some many women there it was virtually impossible to get laid. He laughed and said if I wasn't so picky, he would be glad to get me laid and maybe, just maybe I'd like it, you never know.
The truth is that petite women like big father figure men, just like big father figure men like petite women, it's sort of a father daughter dance sort of thing. I agreed to dinner with him, we went off property to a steak house, he let me go Dutch and use my expense account and we went back to his room, not mine. I told him this was my first time, so be gentle, emphasis on gentle. I was primarily a big tit girl and liked big women, not fat mind you, big like 5'10" and firm and taught, but with big tits, all natural, no fake tit ever turned me on. I asked him if he liked bigger women and he said no he didn't, he had always been attracted to small boyish girls, like me.
When the moment of truth came, and by then I was all wet inside, and he was about to penetrate with his man thing, I stopped him and said to go slow, very slow and not to push it in. He went slow, way too slow, he couldn't contain himself and with one wild thrust he was all in, to the hilt, knocking on the door of my cervix. Now what? Do I tell him he did it all wrong? Or do I lay back and enjoy it. The game was over, I was getting laid. So without much more to do, I laid back and took the beating, until he reached his limit and the floodgates opened and I was full of cum.
One day, maybe, I will go for that woman, the one I described. She works for us in HR, she is tall and works out and has big tits for her frame. She's a dyke, and it's written all over. I know her type, not petite girls like me, she likes brown girls, Hispanics with lots of hair and wide hips. It's her type, a blonde Nordic woman with a big hipped flowing mane Hispanic girl. Oh well, I used her that evening in New York to get laid. That should count for something?
As for my boyfriend for the night, well we date regularly and I fly to see him, and he comes down to see me, and during the pandemic months when I was working from home I spent a couple of months with him, trying out the domestic things. I've never told him I led him on, I talk incessantly about our HR lady, and how much I like her tits. Not a lesbian, not by any limit of imagination, but really, one night with her, one night to find out? Not that my boyfriend will let me, Daddy's don't let their little girls mess around.
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