I’d just cum, as I knew I would. The feeling of spunk gushing into my pussy from a pulsating cock always gives me an immediate orgasm and, for the most part, that’s all I need. It’s a long story but it’s taken me three marriages to understand what I want from sex, what turns me on and how to get it. My husband is a fantastic lover; he’s a long-stayer, imaginative and makes me feel loved. When we make love I cum and cum time and again and we can easily lose an afternoon enjoying the pleasure we give each other. He gives me everything I can possibly want from sex except for one thing – spunk from a strangers cock. I’m not interested in anything else from a stranger, I just want spunk, that’s what makes me cum. The way I like it is quick and dirty, I’m not looking for a stud (hubby does that) all I want is to get a man to cum in my cunt as quick as possible – it’s the feeling of a strangers fresh spunk flowing in me that brings me off. There is no emotional attachment and once I’ve had them the first time I have no interest in experiencing them for a second time. So I’m going to use this site to describe my encounters. I hope you enjoy what I have to say and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think. It would be even better if you tell me what you are doing as you read about them or how you would make me cum if we met (remember the rules, it has to be a quickie). Just to help you I’d better describe myself to you. I’m nearly 54 and although I’ve put on a few pounds since my late thirties I’d still describe myself as having curves in all the right places and whilst I may have lost some of my tone I still have shapely legs with wholesome thighs and a nice pair of boobs that sag only a little. So I’m a little past my prime but I’ve not let myself go and with my shoulder length blonde hair I think I look pretty good for my age. I dress pretty conservatively but, when I have one of my little adventures I always put on my stockings and suspenders and skimpy underwear. This gets me in the mood and makes me feel sexy. I normally wear skirts about knee length making it easy to flash a little thigh or stocking top to get some attention. This also gives quick access to my pussy as I usually, though not always, take a guy in fairly public places. My first encounter was the one that set me off and happened a few years ago on my 50th birthday. It fell mid week and although hubby had something planned for me on the weekend he had to be away on business on my actual birthday. Anyway, nearer the day he said why didn’t I come and stay with him in his hotel; he would be out to a business dinner but at least we would spend the rest of the night together. I was up for that and when the day came packed a few sexy things in my bag just to show him that this 50 year old still had it in her. They were expecting me at the hotel and gave me a key to hubbies room. I let myself in and saw a beautiful bunch of red roses and a full and half bottle of champagne. I read the note he had left me saying that I should run myself a relaxing bath enjoy the half bottle of champagne and we would drink the other one together when he got back about 10.30 that evening. That all sounded so good and I must have topped the bath up at least three times as I lay back and enjoyed my champagne. Having not eaten, it soon went to my head and I felt tipsy but warm. The phone rang in the room and it was hubby to say that he would be delayed by an hour and wouldn’t get back until 11.30. I said I would have something special waiting for him. I pulled on my silky stockings and fumbled in my tipsy state with the suspender belt but eventually got my suspender clips done up. I tried a couple of dresses I’d brought with me and posed in front of the full length mirror trying to make up my mind which one to wear. I guess it was at this point that I suddenly had an attack of self doubt. Here I was, 50 years old, trying to look sexy – who was I trying to kid? I needed to cheer myself up so I decided to go down to the hotel bar to get another drink. I sat the bar on a high stool. I’d unconsciously crossed my legs and hadn’t thought anything about it until I suddenly turned and caught a good looking guy, I’d guess in his late thirties, staring straight at my thighs. I smiled at him and then turned back to the bar but I did not uncross my legs. A few moments later he came to the bar and stood next to me. He looked directly at me and asked if I was by myself. We started to chat and he began to pay me some quite personal compliments on the way I looked and how he would love to explore what was underneath my dress. For some reason I was not offended and encouraged him to go further – maybe it was what I needed after my earlier doubts. He then put his hand against my thigh and started to gently caress it going a little higher with each stroke. After a couple of minutes of this I looked him directly in the eyes and at the same time uncrossed my legs and quickly glanced down then back up. He latched on immediately and moved his hand to the inside of my thigh and up to my bare skin above my stocking tops. He flicked a finger out to just touch my pussy line through my panties and I knew he would have felt the heat as he rubbed it back and forwards. Having let things get this far I could hardly blame him when he invited me back to his room. The drink had relaxed me so much that I hadn’t thought of the possible consequences of my actions. I decided to explain the whole thing to him and said I wanted to keep myself fresh for my husband but was flattered at the attention he had paid me. It was then that I had my idea. I said that I’d love to go back to his room but on certain conditions. I would watch him wank himself off while I put on a show for him. He could touch and caress any part of me but there would be no penetration so I would be ready for my husband on his return. He looked disappointed but I could see he was thinking through the options. He agreed to my demands – I don’t know if he thought he could persuade me to let him go further once in his room – and we went up to his room. In the lift he had his hands all over the tops of my legs and on my arse and it really felt good. Once in his room he stripped naked and I told him to sit on a chair. I stood in front of him and asked him to start wanking himself. He wasn’t shy and soon got into a rythmn with one hand whilst using the other to explore my body. I adopted various poses in front of him and slowly took my knickers off so he could get a really good look at my pussy. It felt so good to be the focus of this mans attentions. Under any other circumstances I’m sure we would have gone to his room and he’d have taken my body and we’d have had some great sex. As it was I was mindful that my husband would be back soon. I was getting really turned on and started to play with my pussy in front of him while he continued wanking. I was extremely sensitive and very wet and, making sure he was looking at my fingers, I then forced two of them into me. I needed to bring myself off and as I stood there legs apart I was thrusting my fingers in and out. You could hear the sound of my fingers in my wet pussy and I was desperately trying to make myself cum. It was at that point that he said he was going to cum any second. I moved nearer to him and stood with my legs either side of the chair so he could feel my wetness as he came. Then, I don’t know what took hold of me, I grabbed his cock and lowered myself down so his head rubbed along my pussy lips. I then sat down on his cock letting it sink right into my hole. He grabbed my hips as I started to thrust back and forwards and up and down at the same time gripping his shaft with my internal muscles. It took five thrusts and I could feel his cock throb inside me as he exploded into me and his warm jet of spunk lubricated my pussy. As soon as this happened I started to shake and my legs nearly gave way as I had a shuddering orgasm that seemed to travel through my thighs pussy and stomach. It was his warm creamy spunk that had triggered my own orgasm and it felt wonderful. We both then relaxed and I sat across him as we got our breath back. As thrilling as it had been I needed to climb off his cock and get myself ready for hubby. I went into his bathroom and used a flannel and towel to get his spunk out of my pussy and then dried it. I put my knickers back on, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. Every step I took back to my own room sent a sensation through my pussy as I imagined the last drops of his cum working its way around my pussy as I took each step. I decided at that moment that I would save hubby for true lovemaking but would embark on a series of short bareback fucks with strangers. That’s how it all started. I’ll post some more experiences at a later date. In the mean time why not email me at carlyquickcum@yahoo.co.uk and let me know how you would make me cum with a short fuck. I’ll pick the best two and enter into some private email correspondence with you.