I woke up to my phone vibrating; it was a Facebook notification, a new friend request. I checked my phone and looked at, Steven Niall. I looked at the photo and couldn’t recognise the man. He was a lot older than me, easily as old as my dad, if not older. I kept scrolling through his photos, trying to see if I could recognise him, but I just couldn’t. We had no mutual friends, and his profile didn’t have a lot of information on it. I assumed it was just a random guy stalking me. In his defence, my profile picture did show off a lot of cleavage. I decided to accept the request; what was the worst that could happen?
A few hours had passed by since I had accepted Steven’s friend request when I noticed a message from Steven on Facebook Messenger. I opened it, not knowing what to expect, and my heart sank. The phone was of my pussy, leaking with Paul’s cum. Steven was Paul’s friend, the same friend Paul had bragged to about sleeping with. The same friend I had told Paul to send this photo to. I couldn’t believe he had messaged me. I instantly closed the message and threw my phone on my bed. I didn’t know what to do or how to react.
I left it another few hours, not knowing what to say or do about Steven, when again my phone vibrated. It was another message from Steven, “Hi Slut, hope you don’t mind me messaging, Paul just showed me this pic, and I couldn’t resist telling you how much I appreciated it, Steve x”. My heart sank again. I know I had told Paul to show Steve, but never in my wildest dreams did I think Steve would message me. I didn’t know what to do or how I felt, but I did know I enjoyed Steve calling me a slut. I also knew Paul must have enjoyed fucking me again if he was sharing the photo with Steve.
It was now 9 p.m., and it had been hours since Steven had messaged me, and I finally got the courage to message him back. “I’m glad you like the view!”. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Steven messaging me. Part of me wanted to flirt with him and maybe even fuck him, but I was still a little shy. From my stalking of Steven on Facebook, he was even older than Paul; according to his profile, he was fifty-five. He looked quite handsome, bald head, salt and pepper beard with a dad body. He also was married and had kids, making his message to me ever riskier.
It wasn’t long after I had messaged Steven back when I received a text message from Paul. I had his number saved in my phone from the amount of times Sarah’s phone had died, and she needed to call him over the years of us being friends. The message read, “Hi Dani, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since you slept over last week. I know I shouldn’t, but I need to see you again, Paul”. I couldn’t stop smiling, and my pussy instantly started tingling. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Steven messaging me, but my feelings on Paul were clear, I loved fucking him.
I instantly replied to Paul, “I’m so glad you messaged me. I really want to see you again; I’m yours to do with as you please”. Paul and I exchanged a few flirty messages and eventually agreed to meet up on Saturday night. Paul didn’t want to risk being caught again, so he agreed to book a local hotel for the night. He was working on an alibi with his wife and told me not to worry, just to meet him at the hotel at 8 p.m. on Saturday.
I was so excited to see Paul again. I could hardly contain my excitement, and I wanted to do was to share my experience with Sarah. She was my best friend, and I had told her everything in my life but telling her I was sleeping with her dad was a step too far. I had to tell her something, though; I was just too excited. I told Sarah I had started seeing an older man. She couldn’t believe it, asking why I wouldn’t sleep with guys our age like Daniel and Mark again. I told her that I had always been attracted to older men, and the sex was incredible. She wanted all the details, but I managed to keep her at bay. However, I did tell her I was seeing my mystery man on Saturday night.
Saturday night finally came around in what felt like the longest week of my life. I picked out a short dress to wear and paired it with my knee-high black boots. The dress didn’t leave a lot to the imagination, showcasing my curves and barely covering my nipples. I was beginning to feel nervous before I left, so I took a shot of tequila before Dad dropped me off at the hotel – Dad thought I was meeting Sarah!
I walked into the reception of the hotel, and Paul met me in the lobby. He was dressed quite nicely, jeans and a button-up top. All I wanted to do was kiss him, but this was too public. Paul and I both exchanged a nervous hello before he guided me to the lift and up to the room. We barely spoke or looked at each other in the lift. We exited the lift and walked to the room. Right before Paul put the key in the door, he looked at me, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me so passionately. I felt that all too familiar tingle between my legs, the same feeling I get every time I am with Paul.
Paul smiled at me, still holding me against the wall. “I’ve got a surprise for you inside”, he said with a cheeky smile on his face. Paul opened the door and led me inside. I had no idea what to expect, but I had come this far, and I knew I needed to follow Paul inside. Paul opened the door, and I walked into the room and saw Steven standing next to the bed. I was so shocked I went to take a backward step, but I couldn’t as Paul was standing behind me. I turned and looked at Paul, and he smiled, “Surprise”.
My heart was racing; what was Steven doing here? Why did Paul invite him, and what were they expecting from me? I had enjoyed my time with Paul, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined him bringing Steven along. My mind was racing, and I was distracted. Paul broke my train of thought, “I hope you don’t mind; Steven just needed to see for himself; no pressure if you don’t want to do anything with him, he can just watch, or if you don’t feel comfortable with him at all he can go”. I looked at Paul, then at Steven, “I just wasn’t expecting this”.
Paul held me and kissed me on the lips. “Dani, you told me I could do with you as I please, and I’d like to share you with Steven”. I looked up at him and nodded. By this time, Steven had moved closer and was now standing behind me. Paul started to kiss me, and I embraced him kissing him back with lots of tongue and passion. Steven moved in closer behind, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Steven slowly started to unzip the back of my dress, and before long, I was standing in the middle of the room in only my boots.
Paul and I paused our make-out session, and he turned me around to face Steven. I looked at him before he pulled me closer and started to kiss me. Paul remained behind me and began to squeeze my ass. I wasn’t prepared for this, but I was wet, and all I knew was that I was enjoying myself, and I didn’t want it to stop.