Carlos, he's my current boyfriend. I wish that I met him years ago. I'm only 21, but at times I feel old. Old and over the hill. All the other gals younger than me seem to get the good men. The older men with the money I should say. Am I a gold digger? You might be able to say that. But, I do appreciate the company of an older man more so than I do someone my own age. I've always been that way. Carlos is nearly double my age. We get along great. I'm the happy little housewife and he's the guy that works during the day. I've always wanted to live this lifestyle. I don't know why I'm complaining. Maybe it is because I haven't been out in awhile. If I stay inside and take care of the house for too long, I start to get cabin fever. I begin to feel like an old has been. Like an old wash cloth that's been sitting on the sink forever. I know Carlos is busy and this has been my dream. But there are times where we find out, our dreams aren't what we thought they were. Certainly at times not as exciting as we'd like them to be.

Carlos and I do have an active sex life. We fuck all the time. That's the one thing that probably keeps us together. That and his money. We don't spend a lot of time together sometimes, but he sure lets me have it. He can bang the fuck out of my tight asshole. I recently got some new implants and Carlos loves them. They look and feel so real. Carlos loves sucking on my nipples as he squeezes my new boobs. I love it too, it makes my cock hard. Sometimes when Carlos makes my cock hard, he'll stroke it through my clothes. Sometimes if I'm wearing a flowing dress, he'll wrap the dress around my cock and stroke it. I very rarely wear panties. The only time I wear panties is when I wear low cut jeans and want to show off a pair of thong panties. You know, like all those hotties do on MTV. Got to keep up with the in crowd.

Carlos loves it when I suck his cock in the mornings. Usually before his morning coffee and cigarette, I give him a nice slow blowjob. Sometimes if he's in a hurry, it can be a quick one. I usually start off my kissing the head of his cock. I pucker up and make sure that my lips are good and slippery. After kissing it, I will suck on it, allowing it to go in and out of my mouth. I tease Carlos as much as I can get away with. I want him to get really horny. I want him to beg for his cock to be deep in my throat. I know that he won't beg, because he knows that I'll suck his cock. The only time he says anything, is if I need to speed things up a bit.

The feeling of his cock going down my throat. That's what I love the first thing in the morning. I love sucking it all the way down to the balls. I then rub Carlos's balls as I rest my mouth at the base of his cock. Just as Carlos seems like it is all too much, I go back to sucking. I suck his cock then faster. I'm stroking it with my right hand as I suck on it. By this point Carlos is moaning and groaning very loudly. If we didn't live in our own home, the neighbors would hear his moans. He grunts too when he cums. A loud grunt signals that he's about to fill my mouth full of his sweet cream. That's when I know it is all over. After he's done cuming, I kiss the head of his cock as it grows limp. I sometimes look up at Carlos while I'm doing this. That turns him on even more. Though, he's spent and already shot his wad. But, he still can gather up enough sexual energy to be slightly horny. Regardless if he can act on it or not.

We also like to have sex in the evening. We sometimes go out on the back porch and fuck like rabid animals. The neighbors don't give a shit, they can't see what's going on anyway. Our backyard is fenced in and you can't see what's going on. If they pressed their ears up tightly between the cracks of the fence, they might hear a moan or two. Hell, maybe a hundred of them. But folks around here stick to their own business. They don't go around peddling around in shit they have no right to peddle in. Rich people like their privacy. The young rich people want to snort their coke and screw their high priced hookers. The older rich dudes just want some peace and quite after they get off of work. Maybe a mixed drink or two, maybe throw a few things on the grill. That's all they want. Well, that and sex of course.

Carlos likes to bend me over a white wicker chair that we have in the backyard. Actually, it's on our porch. He bends me over and fucks the living shit out of me. Makes me moan so loud, even the squirrels come by to see what's going on. Carlos holds onto my heart shaped ass and really goes to town. You should see the sweat that beads down from his brow. Often times he slings it off with great force with his right hand. Sometimes there is so much sweat, that it actually makes a sound as it hits the concrete porch. Carlos is fairly well hung. Not like a horse, but I would never tell him that. I've seen bigger, but probably no man better in bed. He's the type of guy that is always in the mood for good sex. The kind of sex that leaves you feeling satisfied. Not quickies that leave you looking for the lotion so you can jerk off.

I love it when Carlos sucks on my cock. He doesn't do it too often, only on special occasions. He is a really great cock sucker though. I don't know why he doesn't do it more often. He actually gives me more rimjobs than he does blowjobs. I've never had a man in my life that did such a thing. I should say that gave more rimjobs than blowjobs. I've had tons of men lick my dirty spot. That's what I like to call it. Carlos calls it his sweet spot. Sometimes he calls it his tight sweet honeycomb. Whatever floats your boat I guess. I always make sure to keep myself extra clean. You know the drill, you never know when that special moment is going to arrive. Though, sometimes I do get to be on the receiving end. I get to fuck Carlos in the ass. But, not too often. I'm more of a giver than a receiver. Every now and then I get a craving for Carlos's tight asshole. But, those desires can be spread over weeks.

The last time we had sex, it was outside. He bent me over the wicker chair and let me have it. He also sat on the chair and I rode his cock. Every time I went down on his cock, the wicker chair made a strange creaking sound. It reminded me of an old man in his rocking chair. Like I should be hearing a man telling me to stop fucking in public. In between taking puffs off of his corn cob pipe that is. But, there was none of that. Just a lot of steamy wild outdoor sex that never gets dull.

I got on my knees because I wanted to suck Carlos off. I wanted to taste his jizz on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to feel the excitement of his cock twitching in my mouth. I love it when a man cums in my mouth. It is the most exciting thing there is, when it comes to sex. I sucked and stroked Carlos until he filled my mouth with his sweet cream. I sucked out every last drop of what he had in him. I even sucked on it a little afterwards, to get any remaining drops that didn't come out. Carlos was more than pleased that night.

I'm sorry that this was so jumpy. I really didn't have a single story to tell. I just wanted to tell you about my relationship with Carlos. How we live and make love. Most of the times it isn't making love. I'd say it is much dirtier than that. It is plain old fucking. That's exactly what it is. We do quite a bit of it too. Probably more than most people do. But, I don't live in anyone's living room to know if that's true or not. All I can do is comment on past experiences I've had with other men.

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