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The MILF Marathon

So I was talking to a friend recently about my sex life and we must have been chatting for hours. We're both very sexual girls and constantly need a good bit of cock to keep us tame. I like to think of myself as a bit of a tiger, however when it comes to the game, she totally owns the plain. She knows all the best hangouts in town to pick up a fine piece of cock and although none of us are too fussy, she is like an encyclopedia of sausage. She knows where to go for the young meat, older meat, married meat, bi meat, you name it, when bad meat's evil, she knows where to find it.

I hadn't been laid for around a month and I was completely gagging for it. I'm no stranger to experiments, so when she suggested something a little out of the ordinary, I was instantly horny and curious. I'm a 44 year old woman and won't lie, I've been around quite a bit. There's nothing wrong with it in my eyes and although I've made some silly mistakes, I'm not ashamed of who I am, a ruthless, cold, filthy whore. So when my friend told me about the Milf Marathon, I was wetter than a recently used bathtub.

The Milf Marathon is for women just like myself. A strictly over-40's club with no qualms regarding the depths of one's marital circumstances. They've not been screwed for a while and one cock, regardless of how good he may be, just won't quite do it. As she proceeded to explain though, even I felt out of my depth. Five rooms, a different man in each room. Each room is a new experience and becomes slightly more intense. Anyway, she continued to explain that by the time you are in the third room, you are completely exhausted, however similarly to being locked into a serious drug binge, feel the desire to give it your most valiant effort.

Two days later, I found myself walking into a dimly lit alleyway which was host to the various seedy neon signs, so aptly described by my slutty partner in crime. I was on my own though and had to endure this eye opening ordeal by myself. From what she had said, that was how most women who come round here tend to do it. I mean, no woman wants to be regarded as a slut do they!

So as I strolled into the reception area of this clearly shady looking establishment, I was greeted by a man in his 40's who hadn't shaven in a while. The adonis controlling this room was dressed in a gimp suit and the only thing in the room was a table and a dildo. He instantly placed me on top of it and led me down. He didn't fuck around. Within seconds, the dildo was deep within me and his cock was slowly getting to know my throat. He sped up with both, but only a little, nevertheless, more than enough to really get my blood flowing. A few minutes later and I was completely satisfied, as was he. We both came and he even had the courtesy to return my black La Senza thong to its initial position, the door at the other side of the room was waiting and he even gave me a cheeky nudge toward it.

Eagerly wandering into the second room, I was stunned to see nothing but a dildo strapped to the ground and a well endowed man on the other side of it, slowly masturbating. Any exhaustion I had previously endured immediately disappeared as my fanny started to become moist again. I knew exactly what was about to happen and as I accustomed myself to the fact that this was probably the 'rest room', I wandered over, assumed the position on top of the dildo, and began to insert him into my mouth. He tasted so nice so I concentrated most of my energy on pleasing him, as opposed to myself. There was plenty more to come for me anyway. It didn't take long before I could hear the pleasure I was creating for this strapping man. I couldn't help myself. Before I knew it, I was really putting my back into it and started to rub the tip of my clitoris as I bounced on the dildo with a little more enthusiasm. My mouth was replicating this and every time his cock departed my throat, I sunk my teeth in a little to really show him who was boss. This however, came with circumstance. He immediately grabbed my pony tail and started thrusting his now fully erect member right down my throat. It almost became too much and as I tried to slow down my dildo repetitions, he only became more excited and he too, vibrated right into me. I was now choking on this man's semen, but he was adamant to make sure every drop landed in my stomach. Literally as soon as he was done, he pushed me off the dildo and straight out of the door into the next room.

Looking like someone who had just completed a vigorous military training programme, I staggered into the dimly lit third room. Before I could even gasp for air, a well-built man in his early 30's had picked me up and turned me upside down. He shuddered over towards the wall and while his penis was searching for my tired lips, his tongue went straight to work on my clitoris. I don't know what cunnilingus technique he was using, but it was something I had never experienced before, and to describe it as mind blowing would be a drastic understatement. I reached orgasm very quickly and his cock was going in and out of my throat at a fairly gentle pace. He began to lick me again, but this time he was gently blowing as well. As I approached another orgasm, he sped up and really started to fuck my throat. My head was touching the wall and so could not go any further backwards. For the next few moments, he drilled my throat as if he was screwing a horse and once he unloaded, all I could do was choke and cough.

I may as well have crawled into the fourth room as I was beginning to feel tired. Such an amount of sex in such a short time was a lot to ask of anyone. Nevertheless, I proceeded with curiosity. I became instantly excited as soon as I saw the next endeavor. An incredibly good looking young man who couldn't have been older than 18. I knew this establishment was completely illegitimate, however I began to question my own morals as it would not surprise me if this young stud muffin was a victim of the slave trade. Before my cranium could produce another thought, he picked me up and cradled me in his arms as he took me to a table and spread my legs. Smiling, he placed a set of headphones on my head and as I could hear a relatively fast paced hip hop track playing, he began to fuck me. He must have listened to this song a million times over as his movements were in precise synchronization with the beat. That was not all though. Vocal samples in the song resembled a woman climaxing so I closed my eyes and let myself slip away.

Just as I was beginning to feel spent, I was escorted into the fifth and final room. I was met by a tall African man with a generous amount of sausage. My fanny was beginning to feel enflamed, but I was determined to complete this sexual marathon with gusto. I had nothing to worry about though, as this man had no intentions of doing anything to my filthy pussy. He bent me over the table and inserted his giant member into my ass hole. Starting slowly, he began to pump me. A few minutes passed this way before he started to speed up. I could feel the heat in the air being caused by our actions and was again, feeling really turned on. I soft moan left my throat and as he gripped my hair, he began to really thrust himself into me. This man was incredibly strong and the yanking of my hair was starting to hurt my neck. I could tell he was enjoying this and every time I screamed, he went a little harder. Fucking me like a deranged porn star, he too began to make verbal noises and as I let out one final moan, he shot himself right into my dirty body.

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