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Filthy Short Story

I had just showered and shaved. Two of the three typical S's. I needed to hold on to the third for later activity. This afternoon the much anticipated email had arrived. Tonight we were finally going to meet. In the interest of discretion I reserved a nice hotel room in a neighboring town. There was a restaurant located a half block away where we would meet for a drink or two so we could satisfy our trust issues. Hopefully it would be "lust at first sight".

It had taken weeks to find the right woman online. Like a needle in a haystack. So much spam and so many time wasters. But at long last a message arrived in my inbox. There you were. In theory perfectly cut from my favorite fantasy. Close to 60 years old, somewhat to the heavy side, and claiming to want the depraved and foul sexual interests matching mine.

I can reiterate to you right now with absolute frankness what I posted. The order of preference priorities is A) your sexual attitudes and desires i.e. you must be utterly kinky and must be open for anything two consenting adults can imagine, B) I'd prefer you to be heavy, thick, BBW (whatever you want to call it), C) over 40 years old.

Simply put, I don't really care about looks or that much about body type, I care about you having a big and varied sexual appetite and that you are relaxed and accepting of yourself, and can let go and laugh and have a good time.

According to the four email exchanges we'd had so far, you fit my search perfectly. Apparently I wasn't far off from yours either. Next we'd meet and if the chemistry was present we'd be celebrating as two pigs real soon.

After toweling off I felt my face and jaw. Nice smooth shave. Clean from head to toe. Not my mind of course. I can't imagine the lewdness ever being washed away from it. You got what you got and for whatever reason, when it comes to sex, I'm filled with vulgarity and kink. Not that I'm not also romantic, gentlemanly and so forth. No, I lucky have a strong and natural respect for females in general and in particular. But when it comes to sex vanilla is definitely not my cup of tea.

Dressed. Butterflies in my stomach. Here I am, fifty-some years old and nervous like a school boy. Twenty minutes early to the meeting place. Order a drink. Look around. Trying not to act anxious.

I love woman. Real woman. Not those photoshopped, cosmetic surgery types, but real live authentic woman. Hips, thighs, big tits or small tits (as long as they are natural), stomachs, big asses. Whatever. As long as the mindset "let's enjoy life" is a part of the package then I'm in love. When shopping at the supermarket I rarely leave without momentarily falling in love with some lady. Sometimes we'll meet and exchange a few lighthearted words, or there's just a glance, or not. Redhead, brunette, blonde, raven-haired. . . short hair, long hair, curls, bobbed. . . tall or short, fat or less fat, older or not quite old (never too much younger than 40), dressed to the nines or like a slob. . . If I sense a joy for life and laughter and see the twinkle in her eye, my pulse rate quickens.

Since our correspondence began last week, I altered my diet towards our tryst. In anticipation. I went to the mall and bought a set of very nice towels, brought a few black durable garbage bags. I'm prepared. Wine goblets and dinner plates. It's all back in the hotel room.

Between the drink and these thoughts I kind of lost track of everything when I realized you were walking toward my table in the darkened restaurant bar. A bit hesitant and slightly shy. Oh my. Perfect, just perfect. I felt the electricity pop between us, ever increasing as you came nearer. Should I stand or remain seated? Like a klutz I almost fell over as I jumped up to greet you. Shake hands or hug? The hug came instinctively happened by itself.

Later I imagined your feelings similar to mine. Hesitance, anxiousness, second-guessing and so on, but at that moment you looked supremely comfortable, relaxed and confident.

Beautiful.

Sexy.

Ready and willing.

Sex is good and all but quickly grows tiresome without the sparkle. The chemistry. The feeling of doing it as partners in crime. Or should I say naughtiness. Smashing taboos together. You and me. Intimacy.

We had an easy time talking since that chemistry was amply present. If we weren't so damn horny we could probably have continued drinking and talking for hours. But we had a common objective so within the hours we found ourselves at the door of our room.

Once inside our room time changed character. Neither rushed nor drawn out. Just right. Deliberate. Smooth. You on the one side of the room and me on the other, removing our clothing meeting at the foot of the bed. Our first kiss is about to happen but instead I raised my right foot to the bed, wet my index finger and stuck it in my asshole. Our gaze locked together, I brought my finger to my lips to taste. Not much but definitely some brown on my finger. Your pupils react revealing the effect that had on you. I wet my finger again and stick it up my ass once more. This time deeper and this time there's a bit more brown evidence on it. I bring my finger to my lips but then you take my hand, bring my finger to your nose to breathe in the fragrance, then you proceed to lick it just like I did.

After which we enjoy our first kiss.

Sopping and messy tongue on tongue. Heavy, heavy breathing, groping and fondling.

Dirty talk between drooling kisses. Complete filth and wanton degeneracy. The opening of our secret vaults within. Full-blown liberation of repressed desires.

Next you are on the bed with your ass spread. I breathe in the aroma of your asshole and cunt as I massage and knead your chubby ass. Then I fuck your shithole with my tongue. Licking you as if my life depended on it.

I find your spot and bring you to orgasm. Then we play some more. You fill a glass with your warm piss. We toast and drink. The light of your eyes and the vivacity of your voice opens me. You lay on your back and I stroke your hair, play lightly with your lips and tongue with my fingers. Then I stick my finger deep in my throat. I cough up a bit of your piss that I just drank onto and into your mouth. We kiss softly and sensuously.

Your cunt is dripping. My cock is swollen and pulsating. We fuck. Then we fuck again.

Rest.

But only for a little while.

I really, really want to taste your shit. Produce a log for me. Hard or soft. I don't care. Feed me a piece of it. Taste some for yourself. Let's kiss and share. And now I must cum. In your mouth, in your cunt or in your ass. You're sucking and sucking. Closer and closer. You gag and your puke warms my stomach and crotch area. I smear some of it on my face, on my lips and scoop some into my mouth. You gag again but hold it until you quickly let it go into directly into my open mouth. By the time you return to my cock I'm ready to squirt my cum and you catch it with your lips and your mouth. I must sound like a wild beast as I continue to orgasm from the deepest part of my body. Our faces and bodies messy with spit, cunt juice, cum, vomit, piss and shit.

I hope you enjoyed this short story. If you want to say hi and exchange a mail or two, message me! ;-)

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