Having Sex With Mature Gentlemen

In the early spring of 2007 I was 20 years old. Up until then, I was a regular viewer of pornography and a chronic masturbator. But my sexual experience was quite limited – just sex with three guys. There was the 20 year-old guy who took my virginity at 16 who was no great shakes. Neither were the two other times with high school boys in my class. And the prospects didn't look much better because I was still living at home with my parents in a very small coastal Oregon town that held out few opportunities for sexual adventure.

But all of that changed when I got a job at the town motel. I doubled there as the desk clerk and maid while the owner and his wife went on a three month vacation.

It was a very comfy motel. Quite smallish with only 8 rooms. But all the rooms were right on the beach and each room came with all the luxuries that a tourist would want for rest and relaxation. Even during that slow spring season the owner was charging over $100 a night. But nobody ever complained about the rate and the owner said it kept out the “riff-raff” and it did attract a more respectable clientèle.

During my first week on the job a gentleman by the name of Marc checked into the motel for a one week stay. Marc was in his late 40s and he was very mild-mannered – or so he was at first - and he was as quiet as a church mouse for the first two days of his stay. But we did hit it off with some friendly talk and on the third day I asked him if he needed any room supplies. Marc told me there was no need for that, saying that all he had done for two days - and all he intended to do for the next five days - was drink beer and watch T.V.

After completing my morning cleaning I went back behind my desk in the lobby to watch some porn on the computer. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Marc and I started getting sexual urges for him and I thought he might want something more to do than just drink beer and watch T.V.

I stewed about Marc for a few more hours until I got up the courage to call his room and ask him to come to the lobby because I needed “help with something.”

Marc came into the lobby a few minutes later. I called to him that I was in the living room behind the lobby and he should come in but to please first lock the lobby door and put up the “back in an hour” sign.

So Marc locks the door and comes into the living room and when he saw me the look on his face was a priceless mix of shock and lust. Here was Marc, a man in his late 40s, looking at a totally naked 20 year-old girl (me) lying on my back on the carpet with my legs spread wide open and my hand rubbing my clitoris.

Apparently trying not to be presumptuous, Marc asked what I needed help with. I thought that the answer was kind of obvious but I told him, “I'm so fucking horny.” Then pointing to my pussy I said, “Get down here and fuck this.”

I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. It seems that Marc didn't believe it either. Ever the gentleman, he rubbed his penis through his pants and asked me, “Are you sure you want this because I'm going to give it to you good?”
Sounding a little exasperated I begged, “Just fuck me, okay?”

That did it. Marc took all his clothes off and he started rubbing his penis against my pussy lips to get it hard while he squeezed my smallish breasts and twisted my nipples. He was hard in no time and I told him to put it in and fuck me. But Marc was a tease and he started talking dirty to me saying, “You want my cock, little girl? You bitch, you slut.”

Nothing, and I mean nothing, pushes my buttons like dirty talk and I yelled, “Put it in me, you fuckin' bastard.” So that is exactly what Marc did and he humped the living daylights out of me with my legs wrapped around his back for like 20 minutes until he shot his cum deep inside my vagina. Then, temporarily satisfied, I thanked Marc for his help and told him I would visit him in his room that night after I closed down the lobby.

So that was the beginning of five days of sex with Marc. Each morning I arrived one hour early and came to Marc's room. Then there were two “quickies” - one during mid-morning and one in the afternoon. And then a longer visit to his room at closing time. The sex never really changed but it was really hot. Just like the first time, he always fucked the hell out of me in the missionary and shot cum in my pussy. At the end of each day my vagina was totally flooded with his sperm.

And to make it even hotter, Marc called my cell late each evening at my parents' home while I was naked in my bed. He would call me the most dirty names like “cumslut”, “whore”, “bitch in heat” and “cocksucker” (even though I never sucked his penis). I remained silent because I didn't want my parents to know what was going on. But I got into a furious masturbation while I listened to him talk dirty and my fingers were totally wet with a mixture of my cum and Marc's sperm that was still inside my hole.

And Marc was just the beginning of my sexual adventures with mature men during my three month stint at the motel. Besides Marc, I had sex with four other gentlemen. One man was in his 40s, two of the men were in their 50s, and the fourth was in his early 60s.

Make no mistake though. I didn't have sex with all the men who checked into the motel. Far from it. They had to act – initially anyway – like gentlemen and there had to be something clicking between us. And as with Marc, I always made the first move and assured them that it was okay to have sex with me.

I had vaginal sex with each of those gentlemen. But each man also had his own kind of kinks. Let me remember...

The man in his 40s was into rope bondage. He tied me spread-eagled to his bed. He hog-tied me. He even managed to install some hooks and hang me from the ceiling. But he never fucked me when I was tied up. Instead, he spanked me all over my body.

One of the men in his 50s was into rough sex. He'd chase me around his room and I tried to get away but eventually he caught me and took me into his grasp. That's when there was vicious face-fucking and amazing anal sex (my first time for anal). By the way, I had to charge him $200 for damaged furniture lol.

The other man in his 50s was into getting his asshole played with. We'd get into the jacuzzi and I licked his asshole and stuck my fingers up it while I sucked his penis.

The man in his 60s was into mutual masturbation. We sat just a few feet away from each other. He stroked and I rubbed. When I was in the throes of my biggest orgasms he never failed to stand up and shoot cum on my body.

All of the gentlemen whom I write about in this blog left very generous and unsolicited tips in their rooms for me after they checked out. I felt so appreciated and it gave me such confidence in my ability to sexually satisfy a man. Needless to say, working at that motel was the best job I ever had.