Bi-Sexual Female / 59
I Earned My Money, I Always Did. I Still Got It.
It's hard remembering what you used to do. All those one night stands, who were those people? Were they real? Or is my memory cheating me? Some were memorable, for some one thing or another. Others better to forget. But the one thing that is true is that it did happen, for over twenty years it happened. Bars, picked up by business men, fucked in their hotel room. Bars, picked up by drunk men, in their cheap apartments. Bars, fucked by overnight pilots in their airport hotels.
But one day you don't get picked up, a long night at the bar and the only one you talk to is the bartender. You're fifty. No matter how you make yourself up. There are way too many younger women to pick from. The months go by and then it's a year. The only reliable friends are your dildo and vibrator. You still get wet, you still orgasm. But now it's just you, alone in the apartment you can barely afford. The mirror is not your friend, so why bother.
Then out of nowhere. The wine bar I frequent is close to downtown. It' still early, seven in the evening. A man who is older comes over to talk. He says 'how much'. I look at him, can he be serious? Can he even get it up? I give him an answer, 50 for a blowjob, 150 for a fuck. He asks how much for the night? 250. We go to his apartment. A nice place, near downtown, a totally refurbished hotel. He says he lives there now, he likes the vibe. Yeah, if you can afford it.
He wants lights, he wants to see what he bought. You bought an old lady, but I keep my mouth shut. I strip down to nothing and he says I have great breasts, knockers he calls them. Yeah, I have nice knockers, even now they are nice. Big, with lots of nipples. Men always like nipples. I go over and lean over and put my nipple in his mouth and he sucks it up, at the same time he grabs me and shoves a finger up my 'c**t'. Excuse me, but when you fuck for money, it's a c**t. It feels good, he digs deep with his fingers while he sucks hard with his mouth. I look down, below me he's got a mighty big hard on. The man must be loaded with ED helper.
I grab his cock. He is hard, real hard and I put it in my mouth. He lays back and lets me suck him and play with his balls. It's been a long time since I had a real cock in my mouth, I only hope it lasts, and he can fuck me with it. He comes to, and slaps my shoulder, get on your back. I lay and open my legs, spread them wide so he can get a good look. Men like looking at a woman's c**t before they fuck. He is hard, and he is real hungry to fuck. He fucks for a while, and slows down, and fucks some more. But he doesn't cum. I know about men, all that medications got him hard but he can't release it. He stays hard. That's ok, it was a good fuck.
He lays there on his back, thinking about who knows what. His cock at attention. I play with it, suck it, jerk him, but nothing, he can't get off. I decide to do what I refused to do. Maybe the old man needs some excitement. So I slap his cock, hard. He sits up, what the fuck? Yeah old man, you need it, don't you? And I slap him again, his cock bounces back, and again, from one side to the other. I get on him, I sit on his cock, I swallow it with my c**t. I lean forward with my tits in his face and call him a tease. You can't fuck me, can you? You can't get off.
He has strength out of nowhere and he puts me down and slaps my tits with his hand. Like that bitch? Do you? How about I slap you around? Yes, please, fuck me, slap me, make it worthwhile. How about your ass bitch? When was the last time you had your ass whipped, bitch? The belt stung like the devil, I held back my tears. He was angry and frustrated, and part of the job is to take it. Slap me around asshole, that's it, harder asshole. Show me you're a man and not a wimp. Are your queer asshole? Is that it? And then, he gets on my back and finds my asshole and rips me a new one, dry and rough, without preparation. He rips me a new asshole, and he cums. Ah, satisfaction. For him. And for me, a job well done. I still got it.
But one day you don't get picked up, a long night at the bar and the only one you talk to is the bartender. You're fifty. No matter how you make yourself up. There are way too many younger women to pick from. The months go by and then it's a year. The only reliable friends are your dildo and vibrator. You still get wet, you still orgasm. But now it's just you, alone in the apartment you can barely afford. The mirror is not your friend, so why bother.
Then out of nowhere. The wine bar I frequent is close to downtown. It' still early, seven in the evening. A man who is older comes over to talk. He says 'how much'. I look at him, can he be serious? Can he even get it up? I give him an answer, 50 for a blowjob, 150 for a fuck. He asks how much for the night? 250. We go to his apartment. A nice place, near downtown, a totally refurbished hotel. He says he lives there now, he likes the vibe. Yeah, if you can afford it.
He wants lights, he wants to see what he bought. You bought an old lady, but I keep my mouth shut. I strip down to nothing and he says I have great breasts, knockers he calls them. Yeah, I have nice knockers, even now they are nice. Big, with lots of nipples. Men always like nipples. I go over and lean over and put my nipple in his mouth and he sucks it up, at the same time he grabs me and shoves a finger up my 'c**t'. Excuse me, but when you fuck for money, it's a c**t. It feels good, he digs deep with his fingers while he sucks hard with his mouth. I look down, below me he's got a mighty big hard on. The man must be loaded with ED helper.
I grab his cock. He is hard, real hard and I put it in my mouth. He lays back and lets me suck him and play with his balls. It's been a long time since I had a real cock in my mouth, I only hope it lasts, and he can fuck me with it. He comes to, and slaps my shoulder, get on your back. I lay and open my legs, spread them wide so he can get a good look. Men like looking at a woman's c**t before they fuck. He is hard, and he is real hungry to fuck. He fucks for a while, and slows down, and fucks some more. But he doesn't cum. I know about men, all that medications got him hard but he can't release it. He stays hard. That's ok, it was a good fuck.
He lays there on his back, thinking about who knows what. His cock at attention. I play with it, suck it, jerk him, but nothing, he can't get off. I decide to do what I refused to do. Maybe the old man needs some excitement. So I slap his cock, hard. He sits up, what the fuck? Yeah old man, you need it, don't you? And I slap him again, his cock bounces back, and again, from one side to the other. I get on him, I sit on his cock, I swallow it with my c**t. I lean forward with my tits in his face and call him a tease. You can't fuck me, can you? You can't get off.
He has strength out of nowhere and he puts me down and slaps my tits with his hand. Like that bitch? Do you? How about I slap you around? Yes, please, fuck me, slap me, make it worthwhile. How about your ass bitch? When was the last time you had your ass whipped, bitch? The belt stung like the devil, I held back my tears. He was angry and frustrated, and part of the job is to take it. Slap me around asshole, that's it, harder asshole. Show me you're a man and not a wimp. Are your queer asshole? Is that it? And then, he gets on my back and finds my asshole and rips me a new one, dry and rough, without preparation. He rips me a new asshole, and he cums. Ah, satisfaction. For him. And for me, a job well done. I still got it.
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