Written by Fi

Fact
1 Dec 2014


How to describe myself? I've been called a MILF, though GILF would now be more correct. I'm fifty one years old, and a grandmother, though people say I don't look old enough. I am quite conceited about my looks and figure, particularly my legs, though my bum and 34c tits aren't bad either. I think I look younger than my age, have kept my size 10 figure and carefully made-up with my hair in a modern style have no problem picking up guys of all ages to fuck me.

I've been married for well over twenty years. Before I married I was known as the girl who would drop her knickers for just about anybody, I loved sex, adored cock no matter how big or small. I loved Steve and honestly thought that I'd be able to stop picking up guys for casual sex once we were married. The sex with him was great, fucking most days but within weeks of getting hitched I'd been fucked by a guy I met whilst I was on a sales course and realised I couldn't remain faithful and needed much more than just one cock to satisfy my sexual needs. I have always had jobs which involved travel, affording me the opportunity to have several affairs and numerous one night stands. If I fancied a guy I'd invite him to my hotel room. I'd be undressed, knickers off and legs open being fucked in next to no time. My record between meeting a guy and him fucking me was less than thirty minutes. When it came to my career, if need be I'd have sex with the right guy to gain a promotion or pay increase.

My husband had no idea other guys were fucking me, let alone that probably well over a hundred different guys have had me. I know it sounds a lot but they are spread over the last 26 years. When I came off the pill, to start a family I continued having unprotected sex. I know I should have used condoms, but I prefered bareback, the feel of a smooth hard cock and the sensation of a guy shooting his spunk into my unprotected cunt, to much to resist. I fell pregnant quickly but have no idea who the father was. It could have been my husband but equally any one three or four guys who also fucked me during that time. One thing about being pregnant I didn't need to worry. At times I felt hornier than ever. Fucking me even when I was quite obviously pregnant seemed to turn some guys on. I went back to work a few months after giving birth, my mother looking after the baby. I was glad to get back to work, into my routine but office based as I was still breast feeding.

The first guy who fucked me after my return to work noticed droplets of milk seeping from my nipples as we fucked. He wanted to taste it and I let him suckle me until he persuaded me to get on top, squeeze my heavy, milk filled tits and express the milk into his mouth as we fucked. He had a thing about milking me and I saw him once or twice a week until I resumed travelling with my job, I stopped breast feeding and my milk dried up.

I went back on the pill for about a year, a baby curtailing my sexual activities to some extent but not totally. The next time I stopped taking the pill, promising myself that this time I'd only let my husband fuck me. My willpower lasted less than two weeks. I'd only had sex with my husband in that time, but it was during and after my period the least fertile time of the month. I was probably at my most fertile when I went away for a couple of days to Head Office. I saw the guy across the bar in the hotel the first night. I'd never been fucked by a black guy and it was lust at first sight. I just had to have him, crossing my legs, showing lots of thigh and the lace tops of my hold up stockings, I got his attention. He joined me at the bar, introduced himself and as Nat and offered to buy me a drink. I declined and suggested going up to my room and using the mini bar.

He was the guy I mentioned earlier who fucked me within 30 minutes of meeting and I still fondly remember it in detail. I was all over him in the lift, rubbing myself against him, feeling his cock stiffen and pressing against me. He managed to pull the zip on my skirt down, tugged my blouse out of my skirt, undid the button fastening it and pulled it open, revealing my braless tits, my nipples poking out hard and aroused. A couple waiting for the lift got a good look at my boobs when we emerged. We hurried along the corridor, my skirt slipping down my legs, falling to the floor before I could stop it. The lift doors were just closing when I turned to pick up my skirt giving the couple another flash of my tits, my stockinged legs, pussy barely hidden by a pair of tiny lace panties.

Holding my skirt and bag in one hand I fumbled through the bag searching for the room cardkey. A task not made easy with Nat standing behind me, cupping my tits and tweaking my nipples. He moved his hands lower and started to rub my pussy through my panties. There was nothing I could do, except keep my legs together, to stop him hooking his thumbs in he sides of my panties, pulling them down. He succeeded in uncovering my bum and pussy but my thighs stopped him pulling them down further. That didn't stop him, just as I found the cardkey he tugged the sides, snapped the elastic and ripped my panties from between my legs. I swiped the card, unlocking the door, pushing it open, eager to get inside. He had other ideas though.

He held my arm, took my bag and skirt and threw them on a chair just inside the door. Holding the blouse he pulled it down my arms trapping them behind my back. He took the cardkey from my hand before pulling my blouse off, throwing it in the room, kicking my ruined panties in with them and shutting the door, putting the cardkey in his pocket. In the corridor, completely naked except for my stockings and heels, I giggled nervously, expecting him to open the door any second. Instead he said we were going for a walk and headed off down the corridor, looking back at me as he went through a fire door. I waited for a moment until I noticed the lift indicator nearing our floor and quickly followed.

I grabbed his hand, holding it tightly, nervous but equally excited at being naked. There was no denying my arousal, I could feel juices seeping from my cunt, wetting the tops of my thighs. He opened a second door leading out onto glass enclosed stairs up the outside of the hotel. I felt the cooler air on my wet pussy, my nipples stiffen and tingling as he led me out onto, unheated landing, lit by a dim emergency light. The door hissed closed behind us, but my eyes were on the rooftop bar opposite. I could see dozens of people across the road, 40 or 50 feet away, but they hadn't noticed me.

I felt Nats breath, as he started to kiss me on the neck, one hand holding a tit, rolling the hard nipple between finger and thumb. His other hand glided over my tummy, fingers combing through my trimmed pubes (it was before I started shaving my pussy) until his fingers touched my clitoris. I shivered and moaned as he began to rub me, his fingers slipping into my dripping cunt. My eyes, almost shut, he took my hand placed it on my pussy with his hand on top. He pressed my fingers into my cunt and told me to masturbate. I began to move my hand, sliding my fingers languorously in and out of my pussy. He moved his hands back to my tits, squeezing them, playing my my nipples. I could feel his hard cock against my back, reached behind me, tracing the outline of a promisingly large prick with my fingers.

Across the road I noticed a guying looking towards us, he moved his head stared for perhaps half a minute, before looking away. He kept glancing back and I guessed that he could see movement or something but was unsure what. I was getting seriously aroused, moving my hips, forcing my fingers deeper into my cunt, masturbating faster, whilst caressing his cock through his trousers. I couldn't stifle a moan, close to cumming. Nat moved a hand from my breast, twisting and hitting the light switch, illuminating me. He moved his hand back to my tit, edging me forwards until my naked body was practically touching the glass, telling me to open my eyes and to continue masturbating. I saw people notice me, doing a double take, telling others who turned to look. I was to far gone to stop, bending my knees, spreading my legs, wantonly exposing my cunt, deliberately holding my wet pink hole open.

Nat released my tits, by nipples brushed the cold glass, as he moved my hand from his cock and I felt him unzipping his trousers and pulling it out. I tried to grab it but he stopped me. Placing my hand on the window, he put his hands on my waist, lifting me up until his cock slipped between my legs. He began sliding it along my gash, I opened myself with my fingers, pussy lips splayed either side of his shaft, attempting to raise myself high enough to take his cock in my pussy. Despite my begging him to put it in and fuck me he refused and told me to bring myself off with my fingers.

I'd been watched masturbating before, but doing it in such a public place, with a perhaps 20 or more people watching was such a turn on. Almost sobbing with the frustration of having a hard cock between my legs but not inside me I orgasmed intensely and was still fingering myself as Nat took my arm and practically dragged me back to the room.

I'd only met him about 25 minutes earlier, spent 15 of those minutes naked and masturbating in public and was horny as hell, desperate to feel his cock inside me. I lay on the bed, legs spread, still fingering my cunt, watching him undress. He stripped, turned to face me revealing his gorgeous black, muscular body and his cock. I wasn't disappointed. Perhaps 8 inches long, his rock hard cock swaying as he walked towards the bed, I couldn't wait to have it.

I sat up, as soon as he knelt on the bed, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing manhood. I stroked him whilst pulling him between my legs, guiding his cock straight to my cunt. We were both ready, we'd had all the foreplay we needed in public. The tip of his cock entered me, my cunt stretching around his girth has he easily penetrated me. He stopped with his cock deep inside me, his balls resting against my bum while I raised my legs and clamped them around his waist, demanding that he fuck me. He was wonderful, fucking me with deep powerful strokes, changing speed, grinding his pubes against my clit. He fucked me gently then hard, almost violently. I lost count of how many times I climaxed. I recall imploring him to cum inside me, give me his seed and bizarrely urging him to make me pregnant. He must have held back, fucking me for probably 20 to 30 minutes before he finally began thrusting into me hard, pumping his virile sperm into my receptive and unprotected cunt.

We showered afterwards then fucked again. I was insatiable that night and fortunately he was up to the task. He fucked me another three times during the night. I woke the next day to the pleasant sensation of his morning erection against my thigh. I wriggled down the bed, took him in my mouth, sucking his cock until he pulled me on top and I rode him, taking another load of his spunk.

He'd gone by the time I came out of the shower and I never saw him again, though he'd given me something to remember him by, a missed period a few weeks later followed by a positive pregnancy test. I felt certain that it was Nat who'd got me pregnant, just a feeling. I couldn't risk going through with it and had a termination.

My third pregnancy I am reasonably sure was my husbands. I say that because at the time I was having an affair with a guy who introduced me to the pleasures of Anal Sex. He almost exclusively arse fucked me, wearing a condom, which he lubricated by first sliding his cock into my cunt, coating it with my juices. Sometimes he'd get carried away and fuck my pussy, and cum in the condom. Usually he fucked my arse, while I frigged my clit. He'd pull out at the last moment, whip off the condom, plunge his cock back into my gaping bum hole, cumming in my arse as I climaxed.

Over the years there were dozens more guys, some memorable and great fucks, others better forgotten about. By then I was back on the pill and free to fuck anyone who took my fancy. I always kept an eye out for black guys and had several more over the years, but it was Nat the first who I remember the most.

I went through the menopause about four years ago, and other than sometimes needing a bit of extra lubrication, my sexual appetite remained little changed. If anything it increased. Perhaps it was a need to reassure myself that I was still attractive, but I started looking for younger men to fuck me. The young guys I've had sex with include Sam, my son in law, who fucked me several times while my daughter was pregnant and still fucks me now when she doesn't want sex which is quite often.

I think I'll stop now, but leave a comment if you'd like me to continue and tell you about some of the young guys who have fucked me.


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