I Can’t Fault a Man for Being a Man

I had an experience a couple years ago where I’d met a man at a motel. We’d made arrangements online. It was supposed to be a mutual masturbation session.

I only tell this story to make a point. It’s not overly sensual and I’ll keep it brief.

I always keep safe by letting a girlfriend know I’m going out and where I’ll be, that I’m meeting someone for drinks or a hookup and I’ll call at a certain time. The man knows this.

Ted was a 75 year old widower and his cumshot pics and videos just did something for me. We emailed back and forth for the longest time as I masturbated to his cumshot videos. I masturbated to his videos a lot one week. I decided to just go for it and meet up with him.

We met at a motel. He was a big guy. He was friendly, courteous, and respectful. I smoked a joint while he had a couple of drinks and we did the small talk thing for a bit. Butterflies yes? Always in these situations. Reality is usually a lot more fun than fantasy.

When the long pause finally came in our conversation, he intimated it was time to get down to it. We were sitting at the table and he suggested I just strip and do my thing naked with my legs spread over the arms of the chair. He’d jerk off on the bed while we watched each other.

I was shaking, and only wearing jeans, a sweater, and flip flops it didn’t take me long to get naked. He watched as I pulled my sweater over my head and off and commented my breast’s and nipples looked better in real life than the pics he’d seen. I kicked off my flip flops and pulled my jeans off and sat down in the chair, leaning back and draping my legs over the arms exposing myself completely for him. He said he loved the fact that the curtains matched the drapes.

Pot always makes me uninhibited in these situations and I was horny as hell, especially when I saw his thick dick in the flesh. His gaze never left me as he got undressed. My high beams were at full size and length and ached. I’d put a towel under me for the mess I was about to make, and the fact I was already pretty wet down below.

Like I said, he was a big guy. He had thick gray hair, glasses, bit of a belly and big hands. His dick wasn’t long, but it was really thick with a big head. He had big balls to that hung down and he was hard as a rock, pointed right at me.

He got comfy on the bed and started playing with his dick and balls. I began playing with my clit which is also large compared to other women.

I was shuddering and shaking as we maintained eye contact. I hadn’t touched my nipples yet. I was holding off as I played down below fingering myself and watching him. I was savoring it all. But he’s a man, men rarely do that. And true to form he grunted and came, jerking his cock fast as he watched me.

He was propped up and laying back on the pillows as his cum shot out, a lot, like in his videos. It was such a turn on. Nine big long thick white squirts for a guy his age is impressive. I can still see him in my minds eye shooting all over himself and the bed.

I love when a man says my name when he cums.

“Oh fuck Lonny” he cried out as he arched his hips jerking fast and breathing hard, shooting again and again, then slowing down and milking every last drop out of his thick cock for me as I watched.

“Oh my god Lonny, fuck, that was intense” he said as his breath came in gasps.

It was my turn and I was soooo ready and knew I’d be cumming quickly too. Maybe we could get two or three more orgasms in before we were exhausted I thought.

He lay there on his side watching and smiling as I played with myself for him. He instructed me to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples for him. I did as he instructed and was shaking so hard. I pulled on my nipples and twisted them for him while he watched. I love playing with my nipples, but especially if a man is watching.

We kept eye contact while I played and moaned. I was holding back my orgasm, but not for long. It was coming soon. I put my arm across my breasts and pinched a nipple while rubbing my clit, and that was it. I had my orgasm, intense, my whole body shook and I screamed as I squirted for him. I had promised I’d squirt for him if we did make a date in our correspondence on the dating site.

I screamed and screamed and squirted several times as he watched smiling. My orgasm lasted about 30 seconds, from intense contractions to weaker and weaker ones. Men always say they can feel me clenching their cock when I cum.

My limbs were limp as I lay my head back and stared at the ceiling catching my breath. “OMG” I said as I lay there sprawled out in that chair.

Ted was delighted and said I was amazing to watch. Better than any porno video he’d watched. But we were live and in the flesh so of course it was better.

I love watching a man ejaculate. It’s far more intense and erotic when we’re alone and nude together though 🙂

My towel was soaked and part of the carpet of course. I squirted a good distance. I stayed in the position I was and grabbed another joint and lit up offering Ted some, but he didn’t smoke. So there we were me naked and spread in the chair, and him naked and propped on his elbow on the bed with another big boner.

We chatted about our respective professions while I smoked my joint and drank some water. Very casual and relaxed. I was so high by the end of that joint his voice sounded like an echo at times. I zoned out a time or two as well.

“Earth to Lonny!” he said a couple times laughing.

“Yeah, I’m here, just omg, high as a kite!” I replied and laughed.

“How about some more of this?” he said, holding his thick boner.

Yes, I told him I was in. I was ready. Everything was buzzing and “ALL” inhibition was gone now. Pot will do that to me. I only ever smoke when I’m on one of my sexual adventures.

I was wet, really wet, and my nipples were throbbing. He was playing with his cock again and fucking his hand. I started playing with my self watching him and really getting into it. Now remember how high I was. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. My brain was two steps behind.

He was halfway to me before I could say anything or register what was happening. Then he was over me, his voice echoing that he had to cum inside me. My brain was lagged out and I protested and told him there were condoms in my purse but to no avail. I was slumped in the chair legs open, in the perfect position for him as he took a breast in each hand and penetrated me with his thick cock.

I remember saying “Ted no, no, stop please!” . Then him entering me and me letting out a low moan as I felt him slide inside.

“You’re so fucking wet!” he said while he started fucking me hard and mauling my breasts.

My body just went with it and he pounded away grunting and groaning while I shivered and screamed like I always do.

We both came at the same time, him stiffening and groaning as he pumped me full of his cum, and me screaming while he gave my nipples a good hard twist while I came. I passed out. Just like I usually do with an intense orgasm.

The story ends the same as usual. Him cleaning up in the bathroom. Me laying there exhausted.

Long story short, he left, I was covered in cum. I got up. Locked the door. Pulled the blankets off the bed and crawled on the sheets and fell asleep.

When I awoke in the morning I had a shower and douche and got dressed and left.

Was I mad at him? No. He’s a fucking man. Men can’t help themselves if I’m going to put myself in that position. I’ve been there before as you’ve read if you follow my blog. I only speak for me. Not other women.

I did get tested and all was fine. I was worried about getting pregnant but that was fine too.

He emailed to apologize and asked if I’d forgive him. I told him I wasn’t mad. He was a man with a boner and I was laying there naked and ready for it. But he should have used a condom.

Anyway, we got over it.

I still masturbate and cum to his videos though.

I take more precautions these days because I can’t help but cum if a man gets inside me. Like my nipples are my kryptonite. Once a man gets to them, he gets to the rest of me. Once that happens my body is cumming regardless of who he is. I’ve always been that way.

THE END

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