PapaDelta

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 41
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Last Night In Manhattan

This is me piecing together last night from photos and phone numbers. All this happened and I'm recording it here for posterity.

Went to a pub on the corner. Nice, mundane. Nothing happened just sipped my pint. Was (I think) a very nice mother daughter having dinner at L'Americain opposite.

Walked and found a fantastic spot. Basement bar in a hotel I think, music popping and the place is full of baddies. The 25yo Sofia Vergara-esque stunner at the bar being entertained by Floyd Mayweather Sr. The table of models, all 5'10... Asian, black and a red head. Women so hot they could be Latina porn stars.

Got talking to a knockout chick from Houston called Diamond. Vibing til she asks me 'my status'. Peters out fast when I tell her I'm married.

The chicks here are incredible.

Been a few hours and it's now drying out. Sometimes after midnight. As I'm leaving a woman with a body looking like it's been drawn by a 13yo boy. Face, tits, arse. She's sat with two guys and I get her number.

Walking down Lex Ave (?) and I ask directions from what turns out to be an older Italian gent and his French trans gf. Go to the bar with them, has a basement bar which is fun. Stood at the bar get chatting to two Russian mills. Very good looking. Brunette with blue eyes and a blonde who looks bored but mildly competitive because I spoke to the brunette first.

The Italian speaks no English and the French trans chick seems to like me. Feels like it could become a party.

Another hot chick, gorgeous Latina who drove here. A comical 20mins as we try to enter her number in my phone. But enjoyed some kissing and staring at her beautiful tits.

Trans and Italian want to leave. Tell them I know one place might still be open (a rooftop bar I went to previous night). Get in a cab. Trans is grabbing my dick and kissing me. Italian dude sat next to her watching. Ok this is different.

Get to rooftop bar, it's closing. An amusing 20mins haggling with the bouncer to let us in. Mayweather Sr is outside this time with a knockout black woman. 'Ah i saw you in (basement bar). I omit the part about Sofia Vergara who he must have been paying for. I try to chat up the black girl in front of him but he gets pissed when I ask for her number. The host of the club - a young black guy - remembers me from yesterday. We get in - not on the roof but another club in the basement which I didn't know was there. Host has clocked off and likes me. We have shots.

Text the latina from the previous bar to see if we eventually got a working phone number. 'Who's this?'. Ha, we just kissed half an hour ago. Talking to a blonde chick in this club, nice hips and arse. Young black host. Tall French trans chick. It's past 4am. This is a different night to normal. Blonde has a bf, dude in a cowboy hat. French trans wants to 'suck my dick' in her hotel. Young black host kisses me in a corner. We get a cab. He has a bf. Can't come back to mine either as my wife is there. Kiss in the cab.

Home, wake up. Look at blurry photos. Look at phone list - New numbers from Russian, the porn star from first bar, the Latina - who can't remember me, the trans chick...

Saturday night in NYC.

Steam Room Views

Saturday night, drinking alone in the city and had zero game, trying and failing to chat up any girls. Bar lights went on, it's 3am, I'm horny and sad.

Decide to go to a 24h sauna because a room full of men felt like a better option than a lonely hotel wank.

I don't really find men attractive, but I do like being in a room full of sexual energy. I've had my cock sucked a couple of times, the last was over year ago.

Wandering around a sauna with eyes on you and stray hands rubbing against you is a good way to feed the ego, when plan A (chat a girl up) and plan B (hookers are expensive) have failed.

It's actually pretty amazing to see and hear people fucking. A guy sat in the steam room sucking a dick; someone bent over getting fucked; a few guys wanking over another. There's a lot happening.

One couple got my attention: muscular Asian guy sat with an older white guy in a steam room. I sat nearby and watched them kiss, suck, and stroke. Despite being in the open it was incredibly intimate. I didn't realise how close I was sat til the white guy began stroking my leg as the other guy was licking his cock.

We shared a smile, all stood up and got close together. Now I became the focus for both of them. Our bodies pressed against each other. One was kissing my neck. The others' hands on my cock. My arms were around both grabbing their asses. The Chinese guy was tall and smooth all over; I could feel the white guys' hair and stubble on my shoulder.

Our bodies were pressed tight in a three, cocks rubbing against each other, all sweaty from the steam.

One knelt down and put me in his mouth, blowing me in this tiny steam room. I leaned over him and put the taller guy in my mouth. My hands around his ass, my tongue on his dick. All the while the other guy is sucking mine.

We switched and then switched again. It was so intoxicating. Flesh, tongues, dicks, hands everywhere. At one point I sat and tried to suck two at once, but I couldn't really do it. We switched again.

I told them I'm close, and we squeezed together tighter. My hands were grabbing their asses. I don't even know who's hands were on my dick as I came. I came hard!

Spent, and smiling I thanked them. They went back to playing together. I left satisfied. Then perhaps even a little regretful, but mostly with a feeling of elation.

An Hour Ago

My wife has gone out to get some food. I stayed in, because for the past hour, in the apartment across the alley from my holiday let, there has been a lady cleaning. In her 50s dressed in booty shorts and a tight Brasil t-shirt. The apartments are maybe 5m apart, and hers is slightly above mine. She's been watching us lounge around while doing her cleaning. I've been watching her, making a little show while she sweeps the floor, dancing, shaking her big ass.

My wife asked me to go but I feigned tiredness. As soon as she left I came over to the window. She's seen me and stays in sight. She came to the balcony and lit a cigarette. I'm at the window. I removed my shorts, standing in just my pants. She watches, glances away, but she's watching.

I put my hand in my pants and stroke my cock. The window frame obscures my face but I can discretely see her watching as I stroke my cock. I want to open the window and ask her if i can come over, thinking I could fuck her on that bed and be back before my wife returns. I don't have the nerve but do carry on stroking my cock. She returns to her jobs. Returning to the open balcony doors frequently to watch me.

I have precum in my pants. She closes a shutter but remains watching through the slats. I am getting close. About to take my cock out so she can watch me cum when I hear keys jingling. I rush to close the blind as my wife returns.

Show's over.

Happiest Ending

Clothes off I lay face down on the table. The room has a dim light and closed curtains. My face in a pillow and unusually this massage table has a space cut out for my crotch.

She begins running hot oil along my legs, massaging my calves and hamstrings. As she works her way up she reaches under and strokes my balls with her hot oily hands. That crotch space works well as she can run her hand all the way up. It feels amazing as she circles the tip of my cock with her fingers.

The massage resumes to my back. She straddles me, and I can feel her pussy rubbing against my bum as she massages my back and shoulders. I'm face down gently moaning as she works my neck.

I can feel her body against my back. Her face near my ear I turn as much as I can and we kiss. Hot, passionate tongues.

A half hour passes and she asks me to turn over. I turn over on my back at full mast. She's beside the table stroking my cock. 'You like prostate massage?' Sure, I reply. Now in the past this meant a massuse pressing my hole. This girl reaches into a little bag and pulls out a latex glove!!

Lube on, her finger probes my arsehole as her other hand is on my cock. Tensing my cock in her grip feels great but I realise my arsehole tenses too so I try to relax. I can feel her further in. It's a strange sensation as if I have to go to the toilet but I try to relax. Minutes pass of her stroking my prostate. She gently slides out and I realise she had two fingers in me. The sensation as she slides out is wonderful.

She smiles and mumbles something I don't understand. I'm breathing heavily and rock hard. She finds a condom from her bag and puts it on. She squats her petite frame above and lowers herself on to me, letting out some exaggerated gasps. 'You big... mmm'. ( I'm not but I appreciate the effort).

If I'm lucky I'll last 20seconds. Holding on hasn't been a strong point this past year and this petite chick has had me with a hard on for at least forty minutes. But this girl fucks differently. She lowers down all the way and grinds her pussy against me. I can feel her clit against my torso. She fucks like a champion. Grinding away, tiny tits with erect nipples, making herself feel good. I am balls deep. And I realise since it's not the usual movement against the head of my cock I am lasting! This is amazing. She keeps on fucking, grinding. My thumb against her clit as she's gasping.

Eventually I succumb to a wonderful orgasm. She cleans me up as I lay spent on the table. I pull her to me and she lays her head on my chest. Our bodies entwined for perhaps twenty minutes, kissing.

It ends with us both in the shower, soaping each other. I get hard again and she strokes my balls as I wank to a climax against her stomach. More incomprehensible words and smiles before I dress and leave.

If only my wife fucked me like that.

Room 322

What is it about being in a hotel where all your inhibitions just leave?

Earlier I was naked at the window hoping someone can see me.

Now I'm lying here naked on the bed stroking myself to these stories. Six feet tall, athletic build, average penis.

I want to leave the door open. I don't care who comes in. Just someone come in. Touch me or don't touch me.

Just come in... tell me what you'd like to do or see.

Not A Zoom Meeting

We worked in the same office but other than passing each other in corridors I'd never spoken to her. She was a few years older than me at 40yo, raven black hair, and a gorgeous face. I learned later she was mixed Indian and English.

Talking one lunchtime with another colleague about people we found attractive in the office I mentioned her. He chuckled. He knew her quite well and told me she quite likes me too. You can imagine how pleased this made me.

I don't remember how we started chatting - likely I made up some random reason. We would speak every now and again. Office messenger was a useful tool to chat discretely.

I'm married, she isn't. So talk was restricted to the office and even then not often in person.

I had the idea of booking a meeting with her. She worked in HR so it wouldn't look completely random to others. She agreed and we sat in a meeting room across from one another smiling and making small talk, slightly nervous. The interesting part is the meeting rooms are glass cubicles so everyone can see in. Outside this glass wall was the usual hive of office activity.

What no one outside the room knew was the conversation had quickly gotten sexual. And I sat opposite her telling her all the things I wanted to do with her. I want to kiss you. To lay you on this table. To take your trousers down and kiss your thighs and pussy... and so on and so on. Just saying whatever came to mind, but from a distance. All the while just looking at each other as we spoke.

All the while keeping our bodies still as if this were a normal meeting. I was so hard. Watching a woman visibly aroused just by words, sat a metre apart with people walking by.

She told me the next day she had gone home and masturbated about that meeting. She came very hard.

Exposed At The Bar

I became fascinated when I learned of adult fetish clubs. It wasn't the fetish itself I was into, rather a place where uninhibited adults could play.

I attended one in London about ten years ago, and wandered the room watching a man in a leather mask enthusiastically licking the boots of a stranger as she stood with her husband; a BBW woman tied to a post as her boyfriend handed out condoms to anyone who wanted to fuck her; my first time seeing a man fellate another man; a young black girl bent over a pew being spanked with a paddle.

Later in the evening I met the same girl and told her it was a wild sight seeing her beautiful big bottom being exposed and spanked. She lit up and after a minute of small talk told me she'd love to suck my dick. Without hesitation, she crouched down and gave me quite wonderful head at the bar as others watched and wandered past.

It turns out I really didn't mind having my penis exposed to the room.

Playing With Her

It started the moment I walked into the work canteen, and she was walking out. About 5'2, long black hair, dressed in a skirt and heels. Oh man I'm gonna get in trouble. I might have even said this out loud to myself as she paused and walked past me.

We sat on opposite sides of the office, out of sight of each other. Over the weeks and months, we texted on Skype. Rarely did we chat in person as people know I'm married, and the last thing I want is to be talked about. Some days I don't even think I did any work, just spent the day chatting and flirting with her waiting for the bar to flash on my momitor that I'd received a new message.

The tension built up between us was incredible. So vivid I could touch it. For months we'd been teasing each other, talking about what we'd do to each other. Always on text. The moments I could glimpse her in the office were what I came to work for.

Christmas Eve and it's a half day. We started talking about kissing and she said if we were together she could hold out and not kiss me longer than I could. So I took the bait.

'Go upstairs. There is an empty floor in our office building. At the back is a shower room. Meet me there in ten minutes.'

I went up, into the shower room and waited. A quiet knock on the door and I pulled her in. She was wearing black tights, a dress and a pink overcoat.

I pressed her to the wall. She moved her lips forward to kiss me and I moved my head back. I put my finger to her lips and said 'no, no. I told you I would hold out longer than you.' She didn't care for the game and tried again. I turned my face and she kissed my jaw. She was annoyed, but my body was pressed against hers. 'Kiss me' she said.

I moved my mouth to her ear, and hovered at her neck. Feeling her body against me was sheer bliss. But I didn't want to cave in. I breathed her in. Pressed my erection against her, and she reciprocated, pushing against my cock.

I ran my finger tips through her hair, then teased a line down her chest. I skipped to her thigh just above the knee. I traced my fingers to the inside of her thigh slowly moving upwards. Barely inches above her knee I feel soaking wet. I'd made her pussy drip down her tights. I had never made any woman react like this before. My lips softly grazing her neck she wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulling me in against her, gripping my hair. She tried again to turn my head to kiss me. I didn't let her. Instead I looked her in the eyes as my lips were by hers. I stroked her wet tights up to her knickers. My cock was bursting against her stomach. I rubbed her pussy over her tights, feeling the wet on my hand. Her breath on my lips tickled. We stayed like that for a minute but it felt like ever.

I smiled and said 'told you I could hold out.' She was irritated yet still pressing hard against me.

Eventually I moved back and let her go. She straightened her clothes and left the shower room.

It may be the single hottest, most powerful I have ever felt.

Eye Contact

So many things have changed with the way we live and work, the way we interact as a result of the virus. As someone who loves to wander, one particular thing has titillated me more than I thought: wearing masks.

What used to be a mundane commute or trip to the shops has now an air of allure. It used to be straightforward: you see an attractive face or you don't.

Now, I notice someone's hair more, the way they dress and walk. Eye contact has become so much more important when you're communicating or even not communicating. Smiling with your eyes.

And when you do get that second of eye contact, my heart races in the mystery of who is under that mask.

Internet Affirmation

Dear whoever needs to hear this,

"I like to [get spanked, suck dick, masturbate on the bus] but I am [conservative, married, a vicar], does this make [kinky, gay, dammed in the eyes of God]"

Please relax. Enjoy what you enjoy and stop looking to be categorised. This whole life is about exploring, learning about yourself, others, your likes and limitations.

If you're usually very vanilla but would like getting gangbanged by a football team on your birthday, enjoy that shit.

You don't need strangers on the internet to tell you you're a cumslut. Own it, enjoy it, and then tell us what you did.

Regards

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