MartinMcFly

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 57
Relationship Status : Single
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Handicap Zone

I played in a rock band doing touring gigs all over North America. The women are plentiful and we most often got laid after gigs. What’s not to like! Sometimes one or several of us 3 in the band, fail to go back to the room with a lay or are not interested in the friend or friends of the party who is getting laid. In these cases, as a good band member will do, we took one for the team and fuck the one we are with or occupy them until our buddies are done. A more than a few years back after our first set, we sat with very attractive women with one being in a wheelchair. Stunning girl, 23 who as a child developed a spinal fluid infection robbing her of the function of her legs. We sat and talked after each set with these three ladies and both my band mates got lucky. They asked that I occupy the time of the handicapped girl and I saw no trouble with that. I had left over chicken in my room and offered her some as we sat and talked. She asked if I would be so kind as to remove her from her chair and sit her in the chair situated in the room. I asked if she would like to sit beside me on the bed and she was good with that. Well we talked and I really got lost in this girls eyes. Her face so beautiful and after an hour I made a move to kiss her which was reciprocated. One thing lead to another and before long we were both nude and I had the honour of kissing her entire body bringing her to several orgasms. She told me that that was her first time making love. She had some bad experiences with male family members growing up, fondling her, putting their fingers in her and a cousin who fucked her as if he was doing her a favour. Disgusting shit. Her friends came knocking but she rejected their ride home and we spent the night together. Long story short. We married and these last three years have been incredible. We have one on the way and I settled down into an engineering job and could not be happier. I love loving her.

I'm A Mortician, Not Many Girls Follow This Profession

People get so weirded out by my profession. Granted isn't a girl thing, it's the family business. I'm a mortician, and work in our family funeral home. When you approach it our way, you are detached from the individual, you never knew them. But yes, all clients are undressed and bathed before embalming, and dressed again. So you do see genitals and everyone's are average. I've never seen a monster cock. That's a myth, a figment of some poor person's sense of inadequacy.

I want cock as much as the next girl. I do not fantasize with our clients. I call them clients, my Dad calls them clients, without them there would be nothing to bill for.

Once only did I invite a boy into the parlor, after a date. I asked him to get into a coffin, but he lost his erection abilities, so he lost out on a BJ. I have some old pictures of me naked in the casket room, my brother took the pictures to impress his friends. The naked girl was anonymous, he didn't tell them I was his sister. I was 14 then.

We grew up normal, like everyone else. I had my sweet sixteen slumber party and we played with a couple of dildos. I went on a summer abroad in college, not to Transylvania. I didn't get my mortician license until after college. I date a boring accountant, he works on tax returns.
We have adventure dates, swimming naked after hours, playing doctor, going to strip clubs, watching dirty movies. I'm attracted to watching girls get it, the more explicit the better. You can say I'm into coupling, and I do get desires when I'm watching. My boring boyfriend doesn't share my fixation, I get wet, but he doesn't get an erection.

One day soon I'm giving him an ultimatum. Take matters into motion, marry me and get me pregnant.

My Mentor

There is poor, and then there was us. Abandoned by our father, we were in a government facility for women and their children. No toothpaste, no toilet paper. I was given someone else's clothes. I was embarrassed.

A man, who heard about our 'predicament' at his church sent some clothes and bathroom supplies. He sent each of us new shoes. He sent money for food. Everyone in the facility had to provide for themselves, the facility provided a roof. We were the chosen ones for this man, he never met us.

My mother got a job at the high school as a janitor or 'cleaning lady'. We were embarrassed. When we got old enough we got small after school jobs, until we were able to rent an apartment. Once we left the facility the man's money ended, went to some other woman still there.

I worked as a waitress in a Chili's and made decent tips. I finished high school and went to work at a business looking for a clerk. I was tested there, and was put into a development program. Eventually earning a college degree. With my salary our lives were better, but not good enough for my mother to quit her job.

As a professional I saw a different world. One day a woman there asked me if it was luck, or if I was Mr. T's special one. It was then that I learned my mother's job, the good luck of the apartment, the job, the scholarship, all of it was him.

Family Love

A few years back I lived in a city far away from most family. I had one cousin who lived in the same city as me. We talked quite a bit but never really hung out while she was in school, we went out a few times movies and occasional visits. When she graduated from school she didn't have anything to do, so we spent more time together. More movies and events. One day we went to watch a horror movie and she started holding my hand out, the movie finished and we continued holding hands. We went to go eat afterwards and just spent time together. We then started texting more often and going out, I knew it was getting serious. She never had a boyfriend because she was always shy and anxious. We went to go watch an event together and she stayed close to me, she stood in front of me while I held her hands and hugged her. That night we got close and kissed. She kissed me and even though I knew it wasn't right I just went along with it. She wanted to watch another horror movie but this at my place. I went to pick her up and brought her back. We laid together and all she wanted to do was kiss. Being at home I was in loose shorts and I started getting hard. She looked down at it and wanted to see it. I knew she had seen it and I just put my hands down and grabbed her ass. Brought her in closer and she got on top. It didn't take long as I groped her and slid her pants down. She let me know it was her first time and we took it nice and slow. Slid off her panties and my clothes and let her get wet for the first time. We didn't want to risk anything so I had to put on a condom. The first night was short but it led to more between us. We loved each other and our secret relationship continued for almost 2 years. The one night that was the greatest night was when we went to a concert and stayed at my place that night. We fucked like rabbits that day. I ate her out, she sucked me off, I came all over her body, we showered together, it was the most fun we had. There was a few moments we had scares because she was sexaully active and we couldn't resist, a few cream pies happened. The end had to happen because of those reasons and she was finally able to find someone. We still see each other, she'll occasionally reach for my cock and I'll grab her ass. We've had sex on one occasion since we split. Maybe it'll happen again some.

God, It Was Good

I'm a divorced 48 yo woman that hasn't had dick in over a year. Just too complicated at my age.

I hired my friends 20 yo son to maintain my pool. He comes by once a week, usually fridays. I'm usually in my home office working when he comes by. I can see the pool deck from my window and, I'll be honest, seeing that fine young man out there with no shirt on really hot days is not hurting my feelings at all.

To be perfectly honest, I may have masterbated once or thrice watching him. Tinted windows, he can't see in. Couple weeks ago, he had just started and my meeting schedule had just cleared for the morning so I threw on a bikini and decided to go out there to get some sun. Sitting on the lounger, dark sunglasses and totally checking him out.

I could see that he was off and on looking at me too. Like I said, no dick in over a year, I was thinking things I shouldn't have and feeling a little something, I opened my legs a little and he noticed immediately. I put my sarong over my head that I could see through, and pretended to be taking a little nap.

Still able to see him, I opened my legs just a little more. He thought I couldn't see him and he stopped dead in his tracks and had to adjust his shorts and then grabbed his phone and snapped a pic of my exposed bikini bottoms. That drove a fire right down my body and ignited my pussy.

So, to keep this short, when he was done and we went in so I could write him a check, standing face to face, I told him I saw him looking at me and I liked it and that I like looking at him too. He stammered a little. I got really bold and just reached out and ran my fingertips down his chest and to his waist band.

We just looked at each other and I put my.other hand out and dropped to my knees pulling his shorts down. Not the biggest or mist impressive cock I've seen but a good 6 or 7 inches and hard as fuck.
I sucked and stroked and was getting soaked when he grabbed the side of my head and pushed me away.
And that's when I got royally fucked.
He grabbed my hair and literally pulled me off my knees and pushed me to the couch. His forcefullness but tender look in his eye had me in total submission. Within moments he ripped my clothes off, and was an absolute MAN.
He ate me like he was starving, I came twice before he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and fucked me like I was nothing to him. "I LOVED IT!!"

When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and brought it to my face. I rarely ever swallowed my ex but I took it to the chin and swallowed as much as I could.

We both basically collapsed after that and not much talking other than me saying thank you.
He got dressed, he left and I slept the rest of the day fully satisfied.

I was busy with work the next week so nothing happened but in a couple days, I've already cleared my calendar. God, I hope he fucks me again

Sacrificed To The Big Client, Before She Brought Me In To Love On Me

As a graduate I landed a job with a large bank. I was in a one year orientation, working in three months shifts in various departments. It was while I was assigned to the relationship banking department that the following happened.

We met with a large depositor, a big wheel when it came to the bank. He was assertive and demanded that the bank provide him with flexibility for moneys on deposit for higher rates, but he would be able to withdraw the funds as needed without penalty. The boss lady was very good in my opinion, and she kept the messaging that buying bank products that were set on terms could not be broken without penalty. He shifted the conversation to talk to me, questions about me, my education, my future, then striking back demanding that the bank accommodate his request.

I felt the boss lady's hand on mine under the desk. She held my hand while he talked to me, she rubbed my hand with her finger. After he left she leaned over and whispered that he liked me, and she didn't want to scare me, but she had to tell me he was going to fuck me. I asked her if she was kidding. No, she said she had seen it so many times before, a young girl in the hands of a master, being set up for the fuck.

I got an envelope with a handwritten invitation to join him for dinner at a restaurant that took months to get a reservation. My now friend boss lady told me to make sure I wore new panties. And with a last piece of advice, lay back and enjoy it, not every young girl gets fucked by a man like him.

I woke up in a bed in a house with my panties lost in the sheets. I could hear the shower and after a few minutes this man walked out totally naked, he told me he liked sweet pussy. I was his favorite at the bank, and demanded I attend any meetings he had there. And lunches, and evening activities. My boss lady friend kept buying me fresh panties. She told me to leave them behind, to take another pair in my purse but not dig out my panties after he took them off. Leave them for him, so he remembered me later.

It was after several months of this affair going on that my boss lady friend moved in to kiss me. It was a very warm and moist kiss, gentle and affectionate. When she took my panties off she folded them nicely and put them in a drawer before coming for me to give me oral sex. After all those he man moments with him, with his masculinity, her soft kisses and gentle caresses were welcome. I learned after a time that he had fucked her many times. He liked certain girls she told me, girls who like girls.

I was a permanent hire and assigned to relationship banking. As the younger girl on the team my job was making him happy. I didn't have any other customer. A hard night with him, was always rewarded by soft love making with my boss the following day. I fell in love with my boss, and after a time she helped him understand that I needed to be left alone.

From time to time, when we get a little rough, and she pretends to be him, we talk about how easy it is to give it up with a man like him. I never have to look for my panties in the sheets, my panties are always folded in her dresser drawer. And fresh panties are her favorite g*ft for me.

My Interview Into The Inner Circle With My Boss

I was in my boss' office going over some last minute things before he went on a business trip. I was sitting across from him and I noticed he kept shifting his eyes down as he spoke to me. It was a cold feeling when I realized he was looking up my skirt.

I closed my legs tight and he told me to open up. I was at that moment in the worst embarrassment of my life. He insisted I open my legs, let him see what I was selling. I told him I wasn't selling anything. He took his two index fingers and opening them slowly he asked me to the same. Sitting there while he watched, stared at my open legs up to my crotch.

Back and forth, I threatened to leave, he told me to sit down. Now open your legs, there, see it's not too hard. Well, he said maybe it was getting hard, him looking up my skirt as he was. He asked me how it felt knowing that I was selling myself away. What was going through my mind, was I wet yet. He told me when he was younger and dated in high school he learned to get his finger in a girl's vagina to test to see if she was ready.

I don't think it had been that long but it felt like forever, sitting in front of my boss flashing my panties for him.

When I was finally allowed to leave he called me over to kiss him on the cheek. He touched his cheek with his index finger, kiss me right there. A kiss, not a peck like you give your grandmother.

I wasn't able to act normally after that, a familiarity was there that hadn't been there before. I graduated into the 'inner circle', I was the one called on for sensitive matters and projects that had to be kept QT. In time, not that much time, he had me lay before him and open my legs so he could see what it was that I had sold him, he didn't want to have buyer's remorse.

An Ordinary Existence With One Out Of The Ordinary Day

I lived alone in a mid level apartment complex in an efficiency. I worked downtown and rode the bus. Day in and day out my routine was the same, rain or shine. The wait for the bus was ten to twenty minutes depending on weather and traffic. The ride to downtown was thirty minutes give or take ten minutes depending on weather and traffic. The walk to the building where I worked was another ten or fifteen minutes depending on weather and traffic. So I was always on the way an hour before I was supposed to be at work.

I had a boyfriend when I was junior high. He broke my heart when he went with another girl. It still hurt all these years later. It soured me on relationships of the heart. At thirty seven I was alone, my mother had passed and my father had passed a long time before. I had my job.

One of those ordinary days I woke up and a man was standing at the foot of my bed. He was ordinary as far as I could tell without any lights. He motioned to me. I followed his instructions and tossed off the covers and took off my panties and waited for him to complete his errand. It didn't hurt, it didn't scare me, it was over before it started. He got up and in a second or two he was gone.

I checked my door and I could not find any sign of forced entry. I concluded that I must have left the lock off. I went back to bed and waited for the alarm, and got dressed and went through my morning routine. It was raining so I waited ten minutes longer, the ride in was fifteen minutes longer, the walk to the office was fifteen minutes, the streets were wet and I had to walk close to the buildings to avoid the spray of cars going by.

I was laid off during the COVID scare and got a severance and I was eligible for a small pension. I was laid off because I could collect SS something the other girls in the office couldn't do. My boss of so many years hugged me, the one and only time. To call her it I needed anything,

So today is the anniversary of my one and only human contact with a man. It helps me mark the time as it goes by. I can close my eyes and feel him there, I can smell the smell of spring. I can feel his breath on me. The one time I was truly alive.

Rights Of Passage And All That Stuff

during my summer break I got a job working for a friend of my mom's. my job was helping with flower arrangements in her flower store. of course she taught me and i worked on arrangements that i was able to do. there was this wedding and all the flower arrangements for the tables were alike and that is what i had to work on that week. i was learning a useful skill.

now to the part of why i am writing this. the woman was always really nice to me and she patted me on the back or put her arm around my shoulder to encourage me. a couple of those pats were on my butt. i got several kisses on the cheek. and several comments as to how beautiful i was and i was going to grow up to be a real hot little number. one day i was wearing a polo top and a sheer bra. i wasn't one of those girls who had to wear a bra. but as anyone that has ever been in a flower shop knows, the temperature is always kept on cold. my nipples were poking out. I tried to keep my shoulders hunched but after a while i just went around with my headlights on. she pinched one of my nipples.

it was at that time that she asked me if my little clit was hard, because some girls got hard little clits when they got hard nipples. i knew about my little clit, i was friendly with my little clit, but i had never been asked about my little clit. not till she asked me that day. her hand was cold when she put it between my legs. i was in shorts, maybe my shorts were too short because her hand was cold against the insides of my thighs. she knew exactly where to look for my clit, and rubbed me really hard. 'girls usually like this' and she kissed me full on the lips.

right then she really looked like a woman. her breasts were big for her frame and she wore relatively tight pants for a woman her age. holding my hand she put my hand between her legs and told me to rub her clit for her. she was rubbing me pretty hard by then, and kissing me, holding my hand with other hand between her legs. lightening struck and i had my first true orgasm, up to them it was all make believe, this time i felt like i couldn't stand anymore and she had to hold me up, with a few 'poor little girls' she kissed me gently on the lips and the cheeks and held me between her boobs.

i became embarrassed right then. embarrassed to the point of not being able to look her in the eye. by the time she let me step back from her embrace i was fully conscious of what had happened. no amount of 'shsh' was helping. this woman had kissed me on the lips, had felt me up and i had an orgasm. my hands trembled i couldn't hold the flowers to make the arrangements. she stood behind me, pulling me to her with her hands on my shoulders consoling me. she kept talking about me having my first girl moment and i should be proud.

i tried to get my mother to let me quit but i got a lesson in having to stick it out even when a job is boring. for the rest of the summer i got kissed, embraced, her boobs pressed against my back, her fingers twisting my nipples, her hand between my legs. i touched her clit for real, inside her pants. and she touched my clit for real inside my pants. i found out what getting wet really means and i found out what another woman's real wet pussy feels like. i was never able to bring myself to really eat her, she held my head hard against her, i had to fight to keep my nose clear so i could breathe, but she really ate me and i had more than one orgasm when she did.

I finished growing up and went off to college and stuff. it is only at night when i'm alone with my dildo fred between my legs that i slip off and dream of that summer while i play with my little clit and bring myself to have an orgasm. which is never like the one i had that first time leaning against the arrangement table in the back of the flower shop and her hand between my legs.

Playing With Fire

It was totally unexpected. My boss asked me to babysit for her. She got home late and insisted I spend the night. I couldn't sleep so I was watching a silly movie on the tv in the guest bedroom. A knock on my door and my boss asked me what I was doing. She said she liked that movie and got in bed with me. We slept in a tight pretzel, I woke up with my head on her chest, and my hand on her boob. She smiled at me, when I drew my hand back she took my hand and laid it back on her boob. Until her kid got up and came in looking for her mother.

When I left she held my hand and asked me not to talk about it, people may misunderstand. Work was never the same again with her, it's like overnight we became best friends. I babysat with her, watched movies, slept all night. We kissed and one night we went 'all the way' and went down on each other.

She asked me to go with her to see her mother that weekend. She slept in her old room and I slept in her brother's old room. After midnight she got in bed with me so I wouldn't have to smell the man smell on the pillow. We had to be quiet, not make any noise. We fell asleep and her mother caught us together. A lot of 'explaining', her mother said it was 'experimenting', she had seen that on tv.

We had to 'break up' or one of us had to change jobs. I offered to quit, but I couldn't afford it. We decided to 'break up' instead, and only met in secret. It was hard to get together, to sleep together. I told her I couldn't live like that.

I quit my job, became her live in nanny, 'experimented' until we were crazy doing it. We went public, everyone knew it. Her mother said she saw it, at work it was an open secret. I'm back at work, she's not my boss, it's Mr. Randolph so it's not nepotism. We drive in and home together, drop by the sitter coming and going. We took some French cooking lessons and spent last week at her mother's.