I was surfing the chat room when I was private messaged by an older guy. He was in his late 40’s and there wasn’t much information on his profile....He started asking who I was looking for and we got chatting, and in hindsight I was probably doing all of the talking. What got me hot, what I thought I was looking for.He introduced himself as John, and explained that he worked nights at a hotel and was both bored and horny. He suggested that I come over and help relieve his boredom. John had still. Aaron could fuck me almost indefinitely if I did not get too aroused. However, I get vocal when I become aroused, and when I would approach a climax and began moaning and panting. Aaron would get aroused and frequently would ejaculate minutes before I was able to get there myself. The exception was the times when Aaron had consumed just enough alcohol such that he could still get rigidly hard but had trouble cumming. On those occasions, he would pound my tight little pussy furiously. After a long time I pulled the curtains and moved away, I picked up my glass of wine and walked back into the lounge. I refilled my glass and sat down on the sofa. All alone again, since Pete the bastard dumped me, the phone had not rung at all. This had never happened to me before, usually I had them queuing up to ask me out, I must have burn all my bridges when I went out with Pete. I could always ring purvie Colin I suppose; he would make me welcome. Some of the things he would whisper in my. Two of my other friends was trying to look between our bodies and see the act of penetration, three others were busy get out of their pants. The rest was standing with widen eyes and gaped mouths not believing what they were witnessing. With my arms held up I could not put up an adequate defense, thinking back it may have appeared as if I was attempting to aid my assailant in his efforts. Trapped between him and the wall i was made to endue his assault till he called out again '...I'm coming in.