1. The Joy of Alters


    Date: 11/30/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Rape, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I am not a tall athletic guy, nor am I a rich guy, nor am I extremely self-assured or suave. What I am is about 5 foot 7, decently in shape, just coming into my late 30's and reasonably well into my career in loan origination. I have good skin and nice hair that I really don't even have to style and I have been told I have beautiful eyes and am a very good kisser. Basically my whole life I have always been a bit unsatisfied in the sexual department. I have dated some really good women, a few dazzlingly intelligent women and even a few very sensual women. What I have never done is dated a true hottie. Well that isn't true, once in my college days I dated a smoking hot little gal from Ireland but she was oddly a prude despite dressing provocative, flirting all over and loving to kiss. But getting clothes off never seemed to happen. Anyway, I gotta be honest, it's the reason I never got really serious with any woman or considered marriage. I knew I would cheat, at some point. It took every ounce of resolve I had to not buy a night with a super hot hooker. I just didn't want to pay for sex . . . . ever. It seemed like the line you cross from normal man to pervert. It may seem like a silly line to draw, but it is what I felt deep inside and I couldn't help it. At this point I was worried it would never happen, after all, how many hot young phillys want to give it up to a middle aged dude who isn't paying for their pussy, directly or indirectly? So I just figured I would finish ...
    out my life, dating one woman or another for companionship and sexual release and that would be that. I would get my rocks off from porn or maybe an occasional web chat. I know, isn't that kind of like a hooker? But I see it as more like a stripper. At this point I avoided those too because I worried at some point I would offer cash, and again, I didn't want to be that guy. It was just a regular Tuesday down in Huston and my buddy was turning 39. He wasn't a big party guy and just wanted to meet up with three or four of us and he and another buddy brought their wives. I showed up early as it was very close to my work and I took a seat at the bar and got a glass of Johnny Walker black. I was still in my suit, and it was my nicest one, so at least I felt like I looked decent. That was when she walked in and sat two seats down from me, round the corner of the bar top. It was one of those times I sat and stared. I didn't care that she would notice, she was fucking gorgeous. She was somewhere in her mid twenties I assumed, and Hispanic in some way, though mixed with another race. She could have passed for a very tanned white woman if not for the jet black hair, eyes, eyebrows, and the body. White women can be hot and sexy and have nice figures, but there is something unmistakable about a Latin woman's physic. Her hair was in long flowing waves, cascading over her bare shoulders. Her eyes, which were wide set sparkled and shimmered, her long lashes stood out with her makeup. She had ...
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