The Whore Unleashed Parte Une: The First Time

I finally did it. I cannot believe it. I fucked someone that was not my husband.

It happened a few weeks ago with Alejandro (for those who need updating, gohere and here). I mentioned that we would sext each other, and then had phone sex. Eventually we sent short videos, one of me playing with my pussy and another where I deep throat a banana. Fun! I had a night free to myself where I was able to get a babysitter. Henri and I sat down one night and just said that we would pick a weekend where we would both go out with the intentions of having sex with someone. And I stood true to that conversation.

We met up at one of my most preferred motels, where Henri and I have gone to before. As some may know, I have a soft spot for sleazy, neon lighted motel rooms. I was so nervous! My legs felt like over cooked pasta and the 12 oz bottle of Tequila I guzzled down had no effect on me what so ever. But I went anyway.

There was some awkwardness between us. I just kept smiling, trying to walk in my 5 inch heels and not fall. When we got there, there were no rooms ready, and we had to wait half an hour. Oh my God! I was just doing my best to be calm and not blush too much. Could this take any longer? We finally got the room and went inside. I swear, and as I have said before, I don't need anyone to judge me (so don't), but Lord knows I couldn't attempt this completely sober. I brought a small flask of Tequila and took a few swigs. We played some music and he pulled out a funny cigarette (it is one of those things that we had in common). I began to feel at ease. He pulled down my black tights to expose my lace boy shorts (my ultimate favorite kind of undies; they make my butt look amazing!) and smacked my ass. He took off his clothes, and just until I felt comfortable, I left my shirt and bra on. He wasted no time as he laid on top of me and began kissing my neck, down my arm, grabbing my breast and pulling them out of my bra. Accordingly, he removed my panties and fingered my pussy, which was already wet. Hard already, the first condom went on and he got on top. The strokes were deep to begin with, and we both shuttered at the first one. I was moaning loudly almost instantly, my hands grazing his hair, which I was glad for; Henri has almost next to none, and keeps it short always. I have missed pulling on some hair.

He whispers into my right ear "Damn, you should be a porn star," and my hands grab at his back, scratching hard.  He goes faster, my legs high into the air. I rotate my hips in circles and he says "You're no joke, huh?" I couldn't help but giggle a bit. He raises himself and hold my legs by the ankles as he goes into full swing. Long, deep strokes in and out until he cums. Round one over.

We had another two rounds, a blow job session while he sat on a chair, and a short snack break between the second and third. I'm glad to have done it, get it out-of-the-way. But, I didn't cum (which isn't unusual for me during intercourse anyway) and it was sex I've had before; nothing new, only the circumstances were. I created expectations that the event didn't live up to. But I knew it would be a hit or miss, the problem is that this was a little bit of both. We have messaged each other since, and he has expressed interest in seeing me again. But we don't know when, and he seems to be busy a lot more.

Oh well. Onto the next one…

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