Stupid Girl 2
I’m no longer a young women and the revenge I wanted on my ex-husband has subsided, well maybe a little. I spent fifteen years exacting that revenge by doing things with random men that any self-respecting girl wouldn’t do. That’s just it I have no self-respect nor self-esteem. I had always been skinny, really skinny. I was thirty years old, I was 5’4” tall and I weighed 87 pound. I had tiny little A cups and I had never really wore a bra my whole life.
What I didn’t know at the time, our friends were really my husband’s friends and when he left so did they. My parents were both dead and they had been only c***dren, and my sister had moved out of state. We were never that close anyway as she was much older than me.
So I was alone and lost. I wanted to feel better so I made myself over and started going to bars to meet men. I found it easier to talk to men with a little buzz, and it turned out that older men were for some reason more apt to talk to me for whatever reason.
I started bringing men back to my place the second night after my ex left me. I was pissed at my ex and wanted to somehow get revenge. I started going out every night to different bars in the area. I soon learned I could find a man pretty easily. Really, it turns out I was young and cute and three holes they all wanted to put their cocks in, so it was easy.
I went to the bars for fifteen straight nights, meeting fifteen different guys. I had snuck the first few in by driving them in my car, but after a few I just had them follow me and pull in the garage. I went wild with them all, fucking like it would bring some relief to my broken heart.
I give my number to each guy before they left, and I started getting calls a few days later. I was excited that guys were interested in seeing me again, but I wasn’t looking for a man to date, I wanted to meet men and get fucked. So I would tell them that I was going out with friends but if they wanted I would call them after I was home. I wanted to be discrete, but I wanted to fuck and I had a few very late visitors.
I had always been picky with men, but things were different. None of these men were hot or cute. All were older than me, but all wanted me and that was important! And they all knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to tell me.
It was guy fifteen who helped me move a little deeper. He was a photographer and he had a camera in his car. He wanted to take pictures of me masturbating and sucking his cock. I agreed, maybe too readily. He wanted to know what sex toys I had and when I said none, he told me we were going to take care of that.
After I finished sucking him off he took me to a nearby adult bookstore for some shopping. He bought me some toys for me to play with. He really wanted to take pictures of me with a giant dildo. It had a suction cup base and I stuck it to my coffee table and rode it for him.
After he left I went back and did a lot more shopping. I bought a lot of things, but the most important was the swingers magazine. That magazine changed my life. I never went to any of the swingers clubs, but I put an ad in the magazine looking for men. The magazine also had ads for phone personals lines and I put ads/mailboxes on countless phone personals that night alone.
I listened to lots of personals and left a lot of responses, all with my cell number. There were plenty of warnings, but I did it anyway. I continued to meet men the old fashioned way for a while, until I got some traction with the new way.
I met a lot of men the new way that treated me the way I felt about myself. Maybe they could sense the low self-esteem. Maybe that was their personalities. Whatever the case, there were lots of men who were willing to help me expand my sexual experiences.
I was equally excited about going to a guy’s place as inviting him to mine. I drove all over the Midwest. I was meeting men in apartments in bad neighborhoods and in sleazy motels. I wasn’t being a smart girl and I was so turned on by the complete sluttiness of it all.
I was intrigued by the danger of it all. I was a petite little girl that could be overpowered by any size man. No one knew where I was, with who, or when I would be back. I stopped locking my doors and in the summer I left them open all the time. I slept in lingerie so if a man “broke in” he’d know I was ready.
I used my real first name and maiden name with these men. I told them where I lived, I gave them my home and cell phone numbers. I wore my engagement and wedding rings until my divorce was finalized.
I met one such guy in November 1997. We met for our first “date” on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Our date was in an adult bookstore in the city that had private video booths with glory holes. We would “meet”, I use this loosely as I only met his cock and he met my mouth, at 2:30 am. I would buy enough tokens for three hours. I would suck him off and then I would stay and suck off all cummers until the tokens ran out.
I wore my full length blonde beaver coat and not much else. I was nervous, the place was in a bad neighborhood. I got high and a little drunk in the car going over. We talked on the cell phone before I went into the store. He was in a nearby car and could see me.
I went in, there were seven or eight guys in there and they were all were looking at me like they wanted me! I bought my tokens and headed back. I went into the booth number he told me. I was a small room made of wood and painted all black, walls, ceiling and floor. There was a screen for videos that took tokens that gave off the only light. There was a crappy folding chair, a garbage can and a toilet paper roll on a holder. The garbage can was full of cum soaked toilet paper. I took off my coat and dropped in some tokens. The place smelled of cum and sex.
I heard someone go into an adjacent stall and soon a friendly cock in popping in. I dropped down and went to work. The room was splattered in dried cum and I did my not to touch it. I had on 5 inch heals and I squatted down as I sucked.
Then I heard a voice behind me. My friend was in the booth on the other side. I turned my head and saw his eyeball in the hole in the wall behind me, watching me give head to a strange cock. He told me to continue, and I did.
I sucked off the strange cock and then turned around to suck off his next. After I finished him off he said, now don’t leave, I’ll be watching you.
I stayed in the whole time and serviced five more men. He called me in the car as I pulled away. He was masturbating. He told me that he sent “the four guys” in, they were his buddies. When I told him there were six he was so excited. He told me he didn’t think I’d show up. He told me that I was an amazing girl and started to ask me questions about my sex life. He came as I told him about some sexual experiences. My drive was about an hour home and he called again when I got home for more. He called me three times during the day on Thanksgiving. He asked me question after question, he wanted details of each of my sexual encounters. We spoke several times a day for weeks on end. He asked about my fantasies and he helped me learn to express them.
He wanted to know if I would fuck him and his friends in the glory hole. He wanted it to be threesomes, but I don’t think it counted since I never saw any of them. We made a date in December. It was at 3:00 am this time, crazy! I went in first again and soon I had two visitors. I brought a lot of condoms and I put one on one cock. I backed up to it, leaned over and slipped it inside me. The room was a little too big for me to lean across and suck the other one, but I could stroke it. I took turns fucking them both, then sucked both of them off. Round two started a few minutes later. I stayed in the booth again for a while and sucked off two more men. On my way home he called me again.
He had opened a new world for me and I went back the next week on my own. He was so excited when I told him on our next call. I started looking for more places and discovered that the original place I went that was ten minutes from my house had them as well!
I continued to speak with my friend for the next five years almost daily. We would meet several time a year in our spot. He left me in his will when he died, it was weird.
I continued to occasionally frequent glory holes for fifteen years.
What I didn’t know at the time, our friends were really my husband’s friends and when he left so did they. My parents were both dead and they had been only c***dren, and my sister had moved out of state. We were never that close anyway as she was much older than me.
So I was alone and lost. I wanted to feel better so I made myself over and started going to bars to meet men. I found it easier to talk to men with a little buzz, and it turned out that older men were for some reason more apt to talk to me for whatever reason.
I started bringing men back to my place the second night after my ex left me. I was pissed at my ex and wanted to somehow get revenge. I started going out every night to different bars in the area. I soon learned I could find a man pretty easily. Really, it turns out I was young and cute and three holes they all wanted to put their cocks in, so it was easy.
I went to the bars for fifteen straight nights, meeting fifteen different guys. I had snuck the first few in by driving them in my car, but after a few I just had them follow me and pull in the garage. I went wild with them all, fucking like it would bring some relief to my broken heart.
I give my number to each guy before they left, and I started getting calls a few days later. I was excited that guys were interested in seeing me again, but I wasn’t looking for a man to date, I wanted to meet men and get fucked. So I would tell them that I was going out with friends but if they wanted I would call them after I was home. I wanted to be discrete, but I wanted to fuck and I had a few very late visitors.
I had always been picky with men, but things were different. None of these men were hot or cute. All were older than me, but all wanted me and that was important! And they all knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to tell me.
It was guy fifteen who helped me move a little deeper. He was a photographer and he had a camera in his car. He wanted to take pictures of me masturbating and sucking his cock. I agreed, maybe too readily. He wanted to know what sex toys I had and when I said none, he told me we were going to take care of that.
After I finished sucking him off he took me to a nearby adult bookstore for some shopping. He bought me some toys for me to play with. He really wanted to take pictures of me with a giant dildo. It had a suction cup base and I stuck it to my coffee table and rode it for him.
After he left I went back and did a lot more shopping. I bought a lot of things, but the most important was the swingers magazine. That magazine changed my life. I never went to any of the swingers clubs, but I put an ad in the magazine looking for men. The magazine also had ads for phone personals lines and I put ads/mailboxes on countless phone personals that night alone.
I listened to lots of personals and left a lot of responses, all with my cell number. There were plenty of warnings, but I did it anyway. I continued to meet men the old fashioned way for a while, until I got some traction with the new way.
I met a lot of men the new way that treated me the way I felt about myself. Maybe they could sense the low self-esteem. Maybe that was their personalities. Whatever the case, there were lots of men who were willing to help me expand my sexual experiences.
I was equally excited about going to a guy’s place as inviting him to mine. I drove all over the Midwest. I was meeting men in apartments in bad neighborhoods and in sleazy motels. I wasn’t being a smart girl and I was so turned on by the complete sluttiness of it all.
I was intrigued by the danger of it all. I was a petite little girl that could be overpowered by any size man. No one knew where I was, with who, or when I would be back. I stopped locking my doors and in the summer I left them open all the time. I slept in lingerie so if a man “broke in” he’d know I was ready.
I used my real first name and maiden name with these men. I told them where I lived, I gave them my home and cell phone numbers. I wore my engagement and wedding rings until my divorce was finalized.
I met one such guy in November 1997. We met for our first “date” on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Our date was in an adult bookstore in the city that had private video booths with glory holes. We would “meet”, I use this loosely as I only met his cock and he met my mouth, at 2:30 am. I would buy enough tokens for three hours. I would suck him off and then I would stay and suck off all cummers until the tokens ran out.
I wore my full length blonde beaver coat and not much else. I was nervous, the place was in a bad neighborhood. I got high and a little drunk in the car going over. We talked on the cell phone before I went into the store. He was in a nearby car and could see me.
I went in, there were seven or eight guys in there and they were all were looking at me like they wanted me! I bought my tokens and headed back. I went into the booth number he told me. I was a small room made of wood and painted all black, walls, ceiling and floor. There was a screen for videos that took tokens that gave off the only light. There was a crappy folding chair, a garbage can and a toilet paper roll on a holder. The garbage can was full of cum soaked toilet paper. I took off my coat and dropped in some tokens. The place smelled of cum and sex.
I heard someone go into an adjacent stall and soon a friendly cock in popping in. I dropped down and went to work. The room was splattered in dried cum and I did my not to touch it. I had on 5 inch heals and I squatted down as I sucked.
Then I heard a voice behind me. My friend was in the booth on the other side. I turned my head and saw his eyeball in the hole in the wall behind me, watching me give head to a strange cock. He told me to continue, and I did.
I sucked off the strange cock and then turned around to suck off his next. After I finished him off he said, now don’t leave, I’ll be watching you.
I stayed in the whole time and serviced five more men. He called me in the car as I pulled away. He was masturbating. He told me that he sent “the four guys” in, they were his buddies. When I told him there were six he was so excited. He told me he didn’t think I’d show up. He told me that I was an amazing girl and started to ask me questions about my sex life. He came as I told him about some sexual experiences. My drive was about an hour home and he called again when I got home for more. He called me three times during the day on Thanksgiving. He asked me question after question, he wanted details of each of my sexual encounters. We spoke several times a day for weeks on end. He asked about my fantasies and he helped me learn to express them.
He wanted to know if I would fuck him and his friends in the glory hole. He wanted it to be threesomes, but I don’t think it counted since I never saw any of them. We made a date in December. It was at 3:00 am this time, crazy! I went in first again and soon I had two visitors. I brought a lot of condoms and I put one on one cock. I backed up to it, leaned over and slipped it inside me. The room was a little too big for me to lean across and suck the other one, but I could stroke it. I took turns fucking them both, then sucked both of them off. Round two started a few minutes later. I stayed in the booth again for a while and sucked off two more men. On my way home he called me again.
He had opened a new world for me and I went back the next week on my own. He was so excited when I told him on our next call. I started looking for more places and discovered that the original place I went that was ten minutes from my house had them as well!
I continued to speak with my friend for the next five years almost daily. We would meet several time a year in our spot. He left me in his will when he died, it was weird.
I continued to occasionally frequent glory holes for fifteen years.
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