Sex encounters with married or older guys

[jazzyG]

Hello all, like to start a thread for peoples experiences with married or older guys.
Lets ask how you met, how did things move to sex, how was the sex, how many times and any more details

 

[jazzyG]

Hello guys, please help me start this thread

 

[kevin.vantoren]

Love this!!

 

[ZeldaZonk]

I was in a laundry room in my first apt building. I was 23.

The Persian building manager (who lived upstairs with his wife and toddlers) came in. It was late and he told me the laundry door is usually locked by 11pm. He said “you are new?”
I said “yes, apt 101. Under yours. Your wife was very nice when I did the application. “

I told him my name. He smiled like he was amused by me.

He was probably age 39-40 dark haired, tall, strong build but a sexy daddy paunch and I loved his hairy forearms. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands were big.

I extended my hand. He took it and sorta pulled me over to him. A hand shake but a power play I guess. He was taller than my 5,7 frame. He stared down at me.
He said, “ you have a boyfriend upstairs?”
I felt suddenly even more feminine than my usual gay ass self. I shyly said, “no. “
He let go of my hand and said “ok”.
He said good night and said that he’s down here every night at 11pm to lock up. “ I’ll see you.”

I felt an excitement down my spine to my pussy ass. I went back to my apartment and rubbed one out on my bed, hoping he’d hear me.

 

[jonahhh2]

I was in a laundry room in my first apt building. I was 23.

The Persian building manager (who lived upstairs with his wife and toddlers) came in. It was late and he told me the laundry door is usually locked by 11pm. He said “you are new?”
I said “yes, apt 101. Under yours. Your wife was very nice when I did the application. “

I told him my name. He smiled like he was amused by me.

He was probably age 39-40 dark haired, tall, strong build but a sexy daddy paunch and I loved his hairy forearms. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands were big.

I extended my hand. He took it and sorta pulled me over to him. A hand shake but a power play I guess. He was taller than my 5,7 frame. He stared down at me.
He said, “ you have a boyfriend upstairs?”
I felt suddenly even more feminine than my usual gay ass self. I shyly said, “no. “
He let go of my hand and said “ok”.
He said good night and said that he’s down here every night at 11pm to lock up. “ I’ll see you.”

I felt an excitement down my spine to my pussy ass. I went back to my apartment and rubbed one out on my bed, hoping he’d hear me.

anything happen?

 

[jazzyG]

I was in a laundry room in my first apt building. I was 23.

The Persian building manager (who lived upstairs with his wife and toddlers) came in. It was late and he told me the laundry door is usually locked by 11pm. He said “you are new?”
I said “yes, apt 101. Under yours. Your wife was very nice when I did the application. “

I told him my name. He smiled like he was amused by me.

He was probably age 39-40 dark haired, tall, strong build but a sexy daddy paunch and I loved his hairy forearms. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands were big.

I extended my hand. He took it and sorta pulled me over to him. A hand shake but a power play I guess. He was taller than my 5,7 frame. He stared down at me.
He said, “ you have a boyfriend upstairs?”
I felt suddenly even more feminine than my usual gay ass self. I shyly said, “no. “
He let go of my hand and said “ok”.
He said good night and said that he’s down here every night at 11pm to lock up. “ I’ll see you.”

I felt an excitement down my spine to my pussy ass. I went back to my apartment and rubbed one out on my bed, hoping he’d hear me.

Would like to knw what happen next

 

[ZeldaZonk]

Three nights later, I was ready to play. Or so I hoped. I wore skimpy shorts and a tshirt and flip flops and was solo doing laundry at 10:50pm. I was douched and lotioned and ready for anything.

I noticed the lock had been altered to now have a latch on inside to lock the laundry room from inside. I heard his approach, and I quivered.
He walked in. “Oh hello. You like the late laundry. You almost done?”

I said, “yes just finishing up.” I bent over in his direction hoping he would notice my ass.

“How are you?” I asked. “Doing good.”

“Yes” he replied. “Very busy”.
Going on about some water pipe issue in garage, I dazed off and was starting at his sexy mouth and his black whiskers.

“You can lock the door if you want.” I suggested.

He smiled. He knew I had seen the change of lock dynamic.

“Yes, it’s time to lock up. I can wait with you.”
He locked it.

I had seen him above my patio the night before. His kids were bathed and in bed (not running and pounding my ceiling and screaming for a change) and he was smoking a cigar. I was on my lounge chair enjoying the night, reading my phone and his cigar stink was sorta annoying but turning me on. I loved that he didn’t care if I didn’t like it. I got up to go inside and waved and smiled. He tipped his head up as a greeting.

I said to him as I squatted down to get stuff from dryer. “You like your cigars at night? I mean… I saw you last night. The weather has been beautiful.” I stammered trying to make conversation.

“Yes I do.”
He approached me. Invading my space.
Staring intently at me. “You like cigars?” He smiled.

I said, “no, I don’t smoke them, but they look cool…” I babbled.

He had me shook. As much as I hoped this would happen, I was a little scared by this macho bastard. Scared and starting to precum wet myself in my undies.

“You should try one.”
He came closer and reached out for my face.
His hand held my chin and he said, “what else you want in that mouth?”

The answer was obvious. “You.”

He opened a store room closet for extra privacy and lead me with his big hand on the back of my neck. I dropped to knees and reached for his belt buckle.

“Little cock sucker”
He called me in a raspy whisper

I was ready to be a lot more.

 

[jazzyG]

Wow ..what happen next

 

[ZeldaZonk]

I eagerly undid his belt and unzipped him.
His uncut was semi hard. I wanted his shirt unbuttoned too. I said, “please. I want to see you.” He unbuttoned and slipped off the denim shirt. His chest and belly were lightly hairy and his brown skin was so sexy. The most beautiful color I thought to myself.

I tenderly licked his foreskin and gently sucked it. His precum turned me on so much.
I pulled my Tshirt and shorts off. I was completely naked now in this dingy storage closet with paint cans and a slop sink.
I padded my knees with my clothing because I planned to be on my knees for hours if he wanted.

His black bush had the musky scent of his work day and I loved it.
I looked up at him and said “I want to be your bitch.”

I was letting it all fly. I was hungry as fuck for this man and I wanted him to know anything was ok with me.

I felt his cock grow and emerge from the foreskin and it made me feel 1) happy 2) grateful and 3) peaceful to the point that all I cared about in the world was this man’s cock.

Flashes of him in my mind fucking his wife were quickly swept aside. I had it now. I would get the cum tonight not her. He obviously liked a femboi sub and I was enjoying this moment.

He looked surprised that I had commanded his cock with expertise. I liked the way I licked the shaft and looked up. He started to close his eyes and mumble “good bitch” or something.

The curved vein bulging from his thick cock was so beautiful to me that I kissed it and looked up with my wet drooling mouth. “I love this.”
I said

His hand reached down and he slid it down my back and I was pushed deeper onto his cock and face warmed by his belly and bush.
He fingers touched my pussy ass hole and he pushed them inside. He stuck them in my mouth and back down onto me.

I could see he liked my hunger to taste my hole from his fingers. He could see I was a dirty little bitch.

I kept sucking and throating and his light moaning was all I needed.

His hairy balls were in my hand and I loved their fullness and wanted his seed so bad.

He pumped my face good and when I felt his hands on each side of my face, I knew he was ready to unload.

In the privacy of the utility closet, within the laundry room, he let out a loud groan and fired into my slobbering throat. I timed it so I’d be balls deep when he was spurting and it all went easily down my throat. The final remnants hit my tongue. I wanted to keep him in my mouth but he slowly pulled away. He caught his breath and the sweat on his belly was my reward. I made The Man sweat. I licked his belly and his sweat was a chaser for my tongue. The stinging taste of cologne mixed with sweat made me come out of my fog.

I looked him and said mmmmmm
Thank you. I want more. Anytime you want.

As he tucked his spent cock in his black undies in his pants and buttoned up his shirt, he asked
“You liked it?”

I nodded from below. “ a real man.”
“Let me be your bitch.”

He looked worried for a second and said, “you don’t go to the gay bars. No more.”

His words stung but I understood.
He wanted to know my mouth was clean and away from the usual Grindr hookups.

“Just you.”
I assured.

 

[ZeldaZonk]

For the next year I was his bitch.
Having him walk into my place just downstairs from his sleeping family and use my holes was incredible.

He taught me quickly about not touching my self and letting the anal be enough. It was.

He brought me my first lace black
Thong to wear and I loved it.

He called me his “panty boy.”

The one glorious time his wife and kids went away to visit her mom in Texas was incredible.
He fucked me as hard and we were as loud as can be. Nobody upstairs to hear and being an end unit gave us that privacy.

I sucked him on my balcony. Lights off,
Super hot.

One messy memory was the time wifey was in bed and I was below his balcony on mine.
He smoked his cigars and I would often insert butt plugs and look up at him. He surprised me that one night by switching his light off and pissing down on me in my Lawn chair. You know I loved it. He was getting more audacious and risky.

It ended when after a year I had my eye on this sexy black guy down the street and started spending time there. Yes my slutty hunger for alpha cum made me stray from The Man.

I moved out not long after. I’m sure my sexy Man will be finding panty boy tenants as long as he manages buildings. He was so naturally macho and sexy, he will be turning gays into femboys for married men well into his sixties I imagine.

I still think of him.

 

[jazzyG]

Wow any more pics

 

[ZeldaZonk]

Nope, sorry

I have very few souvineers of The Man

Only memories and scents that bring me back.

And a stalker photo from Facebook I found of him on vacation

 

[jazzyG]

Cock pic

 

[ZeldaZonk]

None to share
I will look for a match on this site if you want

 

[ZeldaZonk]

His cock was like this.
Perfect to throat and a real pussy tamer

 

[ZeldaZonk]

And yes, The Man loved having his ass rimmed.
I would go at it like it was my last meal.

 

[jazzyG]

Tell us abt a hot encounter

 

[Nicko88]

ZeldaZonk: What an amazing fucking story! Damn I loved it. Thank you for sharing it. I bet it was so hot to have him fucking you in the ass as his wife slept upstairs! I now curious about the black guy down the street that you interested in. Please do tell! ​

 

[ZeldaZonk]

As my year being bitch for The Man and my lease was winding down, I happened to see a very sexy very built black stud walking into an apartment near by.

A few weeks later, he was walking a pretty blonde gayboy into his building one Saturday night. I waited about 30 minutes and then as if I was possessed (and hungry bottoms will understand this) decided to sneak into his building and listen outside each of the six doors. I got to apt #4 and could hear the boy getting fucked. YES! My black God fucked boys and I had to be next.

Next evening, I took my ass in cut offs and TShirt over to his door and knocked. I said, “hi, I just wanted to introduce myself…(I lied about this next part) I just moved in and wanted to meet some of the neighbors.”

He looked me over and I could tell I was his type. He liked smooth thin petite white bottom femboys. He shook my hand and asked if I wanted to come in? I said sure.

We made small talk about where I was from and his background. His parents had immigrated from Haiti and he grew up in the USA. He was very dark skinned, handsome, 6’4 and built solid. So sexy. We chatted a bit, he gave me a beer. I told him, “can I tell you a secret? I heard you having sex yesterday with the blonde guy.”

He looked embarrassed for a second and then looked at me wondering as if I was about to complain about the noise or something. I said, “honestly, I loved hearing it and wished it was me.”

He gorgeously smiled, “oh you did?” He laughed. His deep voiced laugh was sexy.

He came over to the sofa and sat next to me.
He smelled so good. “You like black dick?”, he said as he stroked my inner thigh.

“I think I will love yours.”

And then we started. From the sofa, to the floor, to his bed and later in the shower.

It was hot, he was hung as hell. His black pubes smelled ripe and delicious. He sweated so much when he fucked and I loved feeling it rain on me. He went deep. He saw I could take it and didn’t tap out. He loved I didn’t touch myself and could ride him and cum from his penetration. (The Man had taught me well.) I will never forget being railed hard, feeling his big pecs and feeling a drop of sweat land right in my eyeball.

It was the beginning of a very intense time together. I confessed soon after that I didn’t actually live IN the building but I was close by.
I told him, I saw you and knew I needed you inside me. He loved that.

I started spending days there, in a way I was hiding from The Man who had grown accustomed to walking in nightly and fucking me for release. The Man had never kissed me in 10 months of daily use.

The Black God kissed me until I felt myself leave my damn body. The passion was intense and I just wanted his cum like nothing else.
I moved out and found a cheaper smaller studio but mainly was spending nights with my Haitian King. My femboi thirst to be owned was quenched and got more intense and wild in the months ahead.

 

[ZeldaZonk]

These images best illustrate my time with my Haitian King.

He was 15 years older. Very closeted to his co-workers and family. I was his “roommate” at some work functions (where all the girls in his office crushed on him and wanted his dick) and when we joined his Creole buds at the straight club. He liked people to wonder why he had a sissy like me around. He also kept me on a very short leash, well I had a real one at home and it was around my neck. In public, his hand would be around my throat to reprimand me if I walked out of his perimeter. It was enough to remind me, I couldn’t dare stray. His deep growl in public, “I’m not chasing you tonight. You gonna be a good girl?”
I’d squeak “yes” and feel humiliated to be pinned against a wall at a crowded bar with straight girls staring.

He was clearly bi-sexual as he had been married at 22 and divorced by 25. No kids. His very rigid gender roles between us were very much my thing and I went along with anything he wanted. He loved me in assless panties, jocks and fishnets- him destroying dozens of stockings when we were together. Some nights I couldn’t come over to his place. I knew he’d fucked a girl instead. I could smell perfume.

The Persian married Man had been rough but he didn’t play the control games that my Haitian King did. While The Persian married Man didn’t care about my clitty exposed, the Haitian King wanted it caged almost all the time. He was an extreme heavy cummer so that was another thing that bonded me to him. I felt like every milky pint was treasure that I’d earned with the hard fucks and it felt like my femboi life was on track. That’s what he told me anyway.

My dark thoughts would lead me to the idea that he wanted to drown me in it. The throat fucking was beyond anything I had planned on.
I adapted. I had to. I was owned. I really loved the feeling of surrender to him. I wondered how far we would go with his public displays and bathhouse show off sessions of abusing me? I started begging for his face slaps - even in public at the bathhouse. It was getting extreme and it was a new chapter in my growth as a Sissy. But there is always a bigger Alpha waiting to claim a bitch like me. I found that out and it cost me my Haitian King.