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Why I’m a Slut – Haley’s Story pt1I’ve always wanted to write about who I am and why I am who I am! This started from a doublelist post, as I wanted to explain why I was looking for who I am looking for! Story is true, and it gets better in chap 2!Bob,Thank you for sharing with me. It’s difficult to sort thru the BS on a “looking for sex” site…imagine that! My story is long, many twists and turns, like yours I suppose.My story starts very young. I was always a chronic masturbator, remember my mother taking me to the doctor when I was very young because I would not leave my cock alone. I shared a room with my little sister, across the hall from my parents room. My parents were both “players”, my mom was a school nurse and was home every evening and she also knew most of the people in our small steel town (remember the Deer Hunter? It was filmed where I grew up). My dad worked in construction and would sometimes be gone for a night or two, and those nights were my mother’s chance to “play”. She very often entertained guests in their room across the hall, probably thinking we were asleep, and she obviously enjoyed herself because she was not quiet. She would moan, whimper, sometimes talk loud or even scream a little, and I would lay in bed across the hall and rub my little cock the entire time. When my dad was home, many nights he would fuck my mother mercilessly, and I could hear him calling her a slut, and telling her what a good slut she was. I later found out tha my younger sister started masturbating in the lower bunk to my mom’s chorus of “please fuck me like you mean it”, just like I did in the top bunk! While neither of us knew exactly what was going on in there, I knew two things to be true because I heard it many times: my mom was a slut, and whatever was going on in that room must feel pretty good. I’m sure that shaped our lives as both of us went on bakırköy escort to become porn and sex addicts. Of course, it led to us experimenting together and I remember my sister and I naked in bed together. While I never penetrated or attempted to penetrate her, I would get on top of her and rub my stiff cock against her pussy until we both had an orgasm. I finally got my own room , and I suppose that eased the sexual tension between us and it just never happened again.But, I wanted to feel what my mom was experiencing and I started dressing in my mother’s intimate apparel when home alone. I would masturbate furiously, often leaving tell-tale pre-cum and cum stains on her stuff. I know she knew, but she never said anything. I loved the way I felt when I was wearing her things…sexy, fem, vulnerable, and so excited! My father carried a satchel to and from work, and it was always full of porn magazines and erotic lit paperbacks, so I had plenty of fantasy material to dress and masturbate too when they were gone. My love affair with porn was born, and even when not dressed I would sometimes spend hours masturbating to porn, just like I do now when I have the chance. As I got older, I discovered cars, real girls, etc. and just like that I stopped dressing. Not masturbating, just dressing! Started dating my wife (G) when I was a senior in high and she was a junior. She gave me a hand job on our second date, sucked my cock shortly thereafter (and she swallowed my cum, just like her previous boyfriend told me she did with him), and three months later she let me fuck her! I remember cumming four times that night, and I still love Spanish pussy! Graduated, off to college, then back home for my summer job in the factory that lasted 10 years…because I was in love. When we got married at 21 and 20, neither of us had much experience beşiktaş escort with sex, but G had more than me. We moved into a little house, and we had two other young couples for neighbors. It wasn’t long before we had all gotten naked together while partying (weed, cocaine, qualudes, all the goodies from the 70s). I think that’s when I really developed my love for watching people having sex. All of my porn to that point had been books and magazines, and being in the same room while others fucked was very exciting. Eventually, G ended up fucking the other guys and I fucked the other girls, but always was a by-product of our partying together, not so much a planned thing. Eventually, both S&S and G&J split up, and my G saw that as a sign…fuck others and it does not end well. But, you cannot unsee what you have seen! My love for the visual was fueled by me watching two 20 something girls, plus my wife, get fucked in front of me on the living room floor. My chronic masturbation continued, and my love for porn mags and written erotica was being supplemented by my discovery of XXX-rated movies…and the peeps at the local ABS? My first porn movie was on a big screen theater in a large town close to where I lived. I would go to a movie there every chance I got, would masturbate like crazy to the non-stop porn of the pubic hair era(!). Sometimes G would go with me, she didn’t and doesn’t love it like I do, and it was fun when she did. She would let me rub her pussy through her jeans or under her skirt, she’d rub my cock through my pants, but no way was she pulling her or my pants down, or her skirt or shirt up! I was approached by a number of guys when I went alone, but I wasn’t having it. Just didn’t interest me at all. One time there, I sat next to the woman half of a couple while she was jerking her husband off and she beylikdüzü escort jerked me off at the same time…never said a word. But oh, the peeps…so much funky anonymous sex, hidden behind the wall and visible only through a hole in that wall. Yes, it was a cock, but it was live, real…and sometimes it poked through that hole, begging for attention, sometimes soft and sometimes hard and on the verge of erupting. Sometimes a finger, then a mouth at the hole…sometimes silent and sometimes whispering “please let me suck your cock” or “I need your cum in my mouth”. Sometimes, enough of a look through that hole that I realized I knew them, someone I worked with, had partied with, etc. But, as much as I loved the porn, there was no way I was going to do that! I used it to fuel a very active sex life. I did, and still do use it, to maintain an edge so I can really enjoy cumming when I actually let myself cum. So, life went on, but I needed more. Something inside of me drove me…more porn, more sex, more fantasies. One day, while at the little newsstand where I would look at and buy porn magazines, I came across a magazine called Preferred Swingers. Being close to a big city it was full of ads of people that lived pretty close…all looking to get laid. Couples that were looking for a clean, discreet, well-built 25-30 year old guy to come over and fuck her while he watched, or participated. I opened a PO Box, and was off to the races. Now, that was back in the day where I would set the camera on a tripod, set the timer and take my picture naked…then take the film to a d**gstore or mail it away to get it developed! G was adamant about no sex outside, so I just figured out how to do it and cover most of my tracks. For the next four years, I fucked a lot of wives, and got invited to a number of house parties. The house parties at the CC were wild, mostly couples over 50. The ladies loved me, sometimes I’d fuck 2, 3, maybe 4 of them in one evening…and the watchers loved me too. Because I gave my cock so my stimulation, I could control my orgasms…so I fucked them like the sluts they were. Never disrespectful…but so fucking slutty!To be continued in Tampa….
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