Story 23 – The Old Men

Hi, I’m Lucy and I’m 24.

I guess if you’ve read any of my previous stories you’d know what a filthy slut I am. I’d been trying to stop having sex with the help of my psychologist but a couple of days earlier I’d lost control and had sex with a 16 year old boy I’d met at my gym. I met up with him a half dozen times over the next few weeks. Each time he emptied his load inside me, in my pussy, mouth and finally my arse it took away my cravings for a few days, but each time there returned stronger. My heart would pound in my chest and my blood would feel like it was in my veins.

Fucking the young boy left me yearning for more. He just didn’t seem to be able to make me cum. I’d been looking on a website, Fabswinger, to try and meet some people for some discreet fun. Once I’d put a picture up and got verified by a few skype conversations with other members, I started to get a lot of messages. Guys telling me how much they loved my pictures and what they’d like to do to me. How they’d like to force their hard cock up my pussy or arse, spunk in my face and on my tits. It all sounded good and got me hot but I was looking for something specific.

I got my wish when I was contacted by a guy called Trevor from Manchester. I’d put on my profile that I loved gangbangs and that I wanted to be used by a group of older men. Trevor was 64, much older than my 24 years. He and his friends lived in a retirement home and they had their own fantasy to act out. It seemed I was just the type of girl they were looking for.

I built up the courage and agreed to meet him and one of his friends in a bar opposite London Euston train station. When the day came I was nervous, I don’t know why. I’d fucked plenty of strangers and I had been in a number of situations where if I’d tried to change my mind I could have gotten hurt.

I arrived early, got a drink and sat in one of the empty booths. It was busier than I expected for early afternoon and there was a big 40 year old black guy at the bar who looked familiar. I couldn’t be sure but I think he paid to fuck me once, cuming in my mouth at the end of our session. I couldn’t remember all the guys I’d fucked whilst working as a whore, partly because they so often liked to fuck me from behind so I didn’t get to see their faces that much. I remembered this guy because his spunk tasted foul and it was one of the few loads I’d had to spit out rather than swallow. When he turned to look at me and whispered something to his friend I knew it was him. I wondered whet he was telling his friend.

Trevor had sent me his pic, so when he walked in with his friend I signalled to them to join me at the table.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” Trevor said.