My Fetish--Sex With Older Men

My name is Riley and I am twenty-three years old. I know that I have a strange fetish but I love sex with older men between the ages of forty and sixty. In fact, I lost my virginity the summer I turned seventeen to my neighbor who was fifty years old. His name was Ben and there was nothing really sexy about him. He had a small beer belly and a stubby four-and-a-half-inch cock. Why I chose him to take my virginity I have no idea. If I could do it over I would but there are no ?do-overs? in life.The day it happened, my parents were on a two-week cruise and I was lounging around the pool in my tiny red bikini, my auburn hair pulled up in a messy ponytail when he appeared beside me. Ben grabbed my bottle of suntan lotion and motioned for me to turn over so he could put some on my back. Well, as the story usually goes, one thing led to another, which was my bed. The only thing I knew about sex was what I had seen on the porn I had started watching, so I was expecting a little more than I got.I only had a twin bed so it was a tight fit but we made it work. We did some kissing and touching so I was kind of wet down there when Ben climbed on top of me. He guided his cock inside, gave several grunting pushes and I was no longer a virgin. I was a bit disappointed, as there were no fireworks or anything earth-shattering, but I figured it would take time. We did have a few more sessions while my parents were on vacation but it was still bland so I stopped having sex with him.Over the next six years I have fucked teachers to get an A in class, my boss at the small coffee shop for a raise, truck drivers when I worked as a waitress at the local truck stop, and men I brought home with me when I was old enough to go into the country bars around town. When I was almost twenty-two I decided I wanted to leave the small town where I grew up, so I headed to Las Vegas. I figured it would be no trouble finding the men I craved and had a fetish for there.During the day I worked as a drink girl in one of the larger casinos and at night I prowled. One way I would satisfy my fetish was to go to hotel bars where a convention was being held and find a man who was horny as hell and wanted a young piece of ass. I also prowled casinos, finding a man and convincing him I was his good luck charm. I did not charge for my services, so I was not a whore, but if they wanted almanbahis to tip me I did not refuse it. I still had not had one of those mind-blowing orgasms that I had read about in some magazines but I still managed to get off, either with the man or with my trusty six-inch vibrator.That all changed the night I met Matt. There was a computer software convention in town and I was sitting at the bar, checking out the men, but most were too young for me. I was just getting ready to take a sip of my screwdriver when I was jolted on my right side by this older man, approximately six foot three, built like a tank. When he hit my arm, my drink sloshed over on the bar and my hand and as I turned to chastise him, the rest of his drink poured into my lap as he tried to steady himself on the bar. Luckily there was only about a fourth of a glass of liquor.?Sorry,? he slurred as he then tried to balance himself by grabbing the bar stool but again he missed, falling to the floor hard on his ass.Some guys who were behind him began to laugh but made no attempt to help him to his feet. I wasn?t sure if they were his friends or just some people who liked to laugh at drunks.Without thinking, I jumped off the bar stool and poured the rest of my drink on his head, saying angrily, ?You fucking drunk! If you can?t handle your fucking liquor you should not drink. You have ruined the evening for me, asshole, by making me smell like a cheap shot of whiskey.?As I grabbed my clutch off the bar and turned to go, I felt a hand crawling up my leg, past my knee, and a voice slurring, ?I wonder if this sexy leg belongs to a tranny. Best see if this leg has a cock attached,? as he got to his knees, hiccupping several times.I jerked my leg back from his grasp and used the tip of my foot to push him back on his ass, saying, ?I do not have a cock. I have a pussy but it is one you will never ever touch,? as I headed to the front desk of the hotel to have them call me a taxi.As I waited for the taxi, I felt a body bump into me hard, almost knocking me down. I knew immediately who it was and I moved away, not caring if he fell on his face on the sidewalk.?I am sorry,? he told me as he reached for me as if to kiss me.?Get away before I start screaming,? I warned?You so pretty I want to fuck you. My name is Matt.?I started to laugh and finally managed to say, ?You are so fucking almanbahis yeni giriş drunk you couldn?t get it up without the help of a Popsicle stick holding your cock up. I want a real cock up me, not a pathetic drunk flaccid cock.?Before Matt had a chance to say anything, the taxi pulled up. I quickly opened the door and started to get in when suddenly I felt him pushing in behind me. I was sprawled part way across half the seat when he shut the door and the taxi took off.?Where to?? the driver asked.I struggled to sit up, pulling my dress down before I showed my ass to the world. ?Hartwood Complex. Apartment 10.?As I settled in the seat, Matt?s hand found its way on my knee and was moving upwards. I slapped his hand and moved it back to his lap.?Don?t be so mad, honey,? he whispered ?I didn?t mean to spill my drink on you,? as he leaned his head on my shoulder.I tried to move away but then I heard him lightly snoring in my ear. ?Shit.? I thought to myself, ?do I just let him ride around in the taxi until they dump him out, have the taxi take him back to the hotel, or let him sleep it off on my couch??When the taxi pulled up in front of my apartment, I had decided to have the driver take him back to the hotel but as I got out, it woke him up and he stumbled out the other door. I paid the driver and told him to wait, that this drunk did not live here and needed to go back to the hotel. Unfortunately, he did not listen and as soon as I shut the door he took off, leaving Matt weaving on the sidewalk up to my apartment.?Fuck,? I muttered to myself. ?I should have my head examined for what I am about to do,? as I hurried up the walkway to catch up with him before he fell and I had to leave him lying there until he sobered up. I took his arm and put it over my shoulder, my arm around his waist as I guided him to the front door.I helped him lean up against the door frame as I unlocked my door and then helped him inside, leading him over to my faux-leather recliner. I didn?t want his stinking body on my cloth couch. Hopefully, my recliner would not smell like alcohol in the morning. I went back and shut and locked the door, grabbed my clutch and headed down the hall to my bedroom.I thought about changing my dress and going back out prowling but was not really in the mood after the shit that went down earlier, plus I did not want almanbahis giriş to leave a stranger alone in my apartment. I decided to take a shower and hit the bed. Tomorrow I would get him to pay for the dry cleaning for my dress then put him out and let him figure out how to get back to the hotel. I usually slept naked but with a strange man in the house, I decided that would not be a good idea. I wished I had a lock on my bedroom door but figured he would be too drunk to move and would sleep until morning.After my shower, I dried my hair with my blow dryer and slipped on a sleep shirt. I crawled into the middle of the bed and pulled the sheet up to my neck, soon drifting off to sleep.When I woke in the morning I started to stretch out my arms when suddenly my hand hit something hard. I quickly turned my head and saw this naked muscular body asleep on top of the covers, his rock-hard cock standing straight up. All I could do was stare -- it had to be at least eight inches long and two inches around. I felt the devil perch on my shoulder, telling me to flick the head and deflate it but the angel on the other shoulder would not allow me to do it. Instead, I gave him a hard shove.?Asshole, get your fucking stinking body out of my bed. Now I am going to have to wash my bed clothes,?He moaned and attempted to roll back over and slip into a deeper sleep but I was not going to allow it, so I got up, padded to the bathroom and got my glass off the counter, filled it with water, and went back to the bedroom. Standing over him, I dumped the glass of cold water on his head and some on his cock.?What the fucking hell!? he yelled, sitting up in bed, trying to orient himself. ?Who the hell are you? Where the fuck am I? This is not my hotel room.?Not bothering to give him my name, I just said, ?You are in my apartment in my bed. You followed me home last night like a drunk puppy.??I did what? Why am I naked? Did we do anything??I started to laugh and said, ?You had a drunk flaccid cock that couldn?t fuck anything, and as to why you are naked, I guess you undressed yourself and stumbled into my bedroom sometime during the night. I had left you dressed and snoring in my recliner.??Hey, who are you?? he asked again, scratching his head.?I am the damn idiot who let you stay the night in my recliner after you spilled your drink in my lap and then bullied your way into my taxi,? I told him. ?Now I am going to play good Samaritan once again and go wash your clothes after you have a shower. I have a robe behind the bathroom door you can use. Everything you need is in the bathroom.?