Uncovered … Unexpected

I’ve been at this for decades. And it never occurred to me to fuck without a cover until one night in one of NYC’s classier clubs. She was gorgeous and slim. Confident. In charge. What we would drink. Where we’d sit. When we would go upstairs for privacy. In the room, down to her gold G-string, she was still calling the shots. When my tie came off. When my belt. The zipper. My dick. On top, she was rubbing me through her panties. Then she pulled them aside. Now skin to skin. Now wet. She was rubbing her slit over my shaft. She would tickle the head with her wetness, then slip her lips down my length. It went on forever. It was glorious. You’re going to make me cum, I said. Make me cum, I said. And she did. And almost in the same moment, she jammed it in, jammed it down and proceeded to fuck. Uncovered. It was glorious. It was hazardous. Both signals sounded in my head. I loved it. Hadn’t even fucked my wife uncovered in years. I hated it. Hadn’t fucked anyone uncovered in years. I loved it. No. I couldn’t do it. I pulled her off. The next time it happened was in nearly opposite circumstances. Still a strip club, this one was anything but upscale. I was in a dive bar in Pennsylvania where many a whore had sucked my dick uncovered. This girl had sucked my dick many times. Her massive breasts were well known to me. We never fucked. This time I asked whether we could. She always started by pushing those tits in my face. Why not? They might be the best set I’ve ever seen. They’re probably the best set you’ve ever seen. Here we go. I’m on the couch, pants at my ankles. She’s kneeling on the couch over me, offering her breasts to my mouth. Seems familiar. Good familiar. Even when she wraps a hand around my cock. Only this time she puts it straight to her pussy and impales herself. I’m in. I’m fucking raw again. Huge perfect tits in my face. A tight quim massaging my cock. The alarms faded. I fucked. When it was over, I went to the car and rubbed my dick raw with some antiseptic wipes. In a deserted parking lot, I dropped my trousers for the second time that day and just kept wiping. And hoping. Since then, I’m surprised how many girls have just climbed on. I’m good looking, but I’m not Brad Pitt. I’ve got a good dick, but I’m not porn material. I pay market rates. They just did. And I didn’t stop them. Stupid. Yes. It’s another example of my degeneracy. I’m not proud of that. I did like the feel of raw pussy again though. Especially the one with the great tits. SG