Denise: Third Generation Whore - Sex Stories

Denise: Third Generation Whore

... snatched them up with her lighter and then took a walk in the garden to try my hand at smoking again. It was so stinky and foul tasting, but I got over it quickly as I inhaled deeply and the nicotine brought on another buzz. I sat on a stone seat, in a small zen type area of the garden, and finished off two cigarettes while I fingered my pussy to a few more orgasms. I was so relaxed, as I laid back on the bench and blew the smoke from my recent cigarette into the air, that I didn’t even notice one of the older man who worked the garden standing over me. I looked up as I took another puff and looked into his eyes as he stared down at my skirt raised above my hips and my hand still rubbing my smooth mound. I coughed out a mouthful of smoke, surprised by his quiet approach and sat up quickly, the cigarette still between my lips as I thought of something to say. I had nothing and just fidgeted with my skirt to pull it down while I took another puff and tried to look innocent. He said something in Japanese, but I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders, hoping that this would let him know that I didn’t understand. He was at least 60 years old and was holding a rake as he reached down to take my cigarette from my hand. He put it in his mouth and then pulled my hand up to the front of his work pants. I felt his erection through his pants and I began to stroke it. I pulled him closer and then quickly had his penis between my lips as I sucked him. I couldn’t believe what I was ...

... doing, but I continued to suck him as he finished my smoke and I reached down with my other hand to finger my wet pussy once again. He dropped the cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it, when he was finished and then pulled my head from his erection and pushed me back on the cement bench. I laid back willingly and spread my legs as he mounted me and slid in easily to begin fucking me. I was moaning out fairly loudly for the next 15 minutes before he filled me with his seed and then smiled as he got up, pulled up his pants and moved off through the garden to finish his work. I had just fucked two old men in the same day and even though I found neither of them to be attractive in the least, I did so of my own accord and had enjoyed it. I had always tried to choose my sexual partners based upon my attraction to them and that did make it much more pleasant, but over the last few weeks, I had come to find out that I could probably have sex with anyone if I wanted to. It wasn’t the appearance of my partners, I soon learned, but just the act of sex itself that turned me on. The more extreme the sex or the danger involved also made the sex more enjoyable and now I realized why my mom and grandmother had engaged in unprotected sex with so many men. The thought of all the possible outcomes from those bareback interactions made me tingle with excitement, but after a little thought, I finally urged my brain back into its logical form of thinking and began to realize that most of my ...