I don't know why I am so lucky with women named Susan coming to my door and begging for sex. It just seems to happen. I've already written about Susan J and Susan M. This time, the willing participant was Susan McG. And the night we had together was unforgettable.  I was working at a large advertising agency in Dallas at the time. I had just been promoted to Account Supervisor, handling several major accounts into a large...

Lesa and I lay on the hotel bed, intertwined in our lust. She was still dressed in her slutty lingerie, with my cum still splattered across her face, hair, and body. I still had my shirt on - not having even removed it while Lesa gave me the blowjob for the ages that had resulted in the torrents of cum I unleashed. "Now I am going to make you cum, and cum, and cum," I snarled to Lesa. "And this time I want to hear it loud...

Lesa and I practically ran to the hotel room when the elevator doors opened. I had fingered her to orgasm during dinner, with my hand hidden under the long, white tablecloth as we snuggled side-by-side. Now it was time for the main event. As soon as the door shut behind us, Lesa excused herself and ran to the bathroom with her small overnight bag. When she came out, Lesa was dressed in an amazingly sexy (and slutty) black...

Lesa and I were after the same thing. We both were mature, already in our early sixties, but that didn't mean we had stopped WANTING to have passionate sex. The problem was that neither of our spouses seemed the slightest bit interested. So we turned to one of those websites promoting affairs. We found each other quickly – our profiles made clear we were both professional, successful with good jobs, and plenty of money; j...

I seem to have good luck banging horny women named Susan. My last story was about Susan J, who came over for comfort and ended up staying for a facial, anal, and more. This time it's about Susan M. She was an odd soul. Huge breasts, big ass and hips. Definitely a smaller BBW. Susan had a great singing voice and had toured for a while as a backup singer for some folk singer or another. And she sang at small pubs in Dallas...

I was minding my business fairly late on a weekday night when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. It was Susan J., a large-breasted woman I had dated occasionally, but with whom not much had happened. She was dressed very conservatively in business attire: skirt, blouse, jacket over which hid her wonderful cleavage. Susan was nearly in tears as I let her inside. "My boss. He pawed me at dinner. He was drunk and he had his han...