I left Wichita in the morning for the easy, two-hour drive to Oklahoma City. I had a busy couple of days of work ahead of me, but I was looking forward to the change of scenery. I managed to check into the hotel by 11:00 AM, which gave me just enough time to prepare for my first date at noon.
Once I was settled in my room, I hopped in the shower and got to work. I dried and styled my hair, applied my makeup, and slid into a matching set of boy shorts and a corset. Just as I was finishing, my phone buzzed; he was early, but since I was already prepared, I didn’t mind. I texted him my room number with specific instructions: the door would be unlocked, so he should just come in and close it behind him without knocking.
A few minutes later, I heard the distant ding of the elevator. Shortly after, the door pushed open and a handsome man in his fifties walked in. I greeted him with a warm “Hi” and a soft peck on the lips to break the ice.
Taking his hand, I led him over to the foot of the bed and invited him to sit beside me. As we talked, he admitted he was feeling a bit restless. He confessed that my age and looks made him a little nervous, but I offered him a reassuring smile. I told him he had nothing to worry about—we were both there for the exact same reason.
To ease the tension, I took his hand and placed it firmly on the inside of my thigh before leaning in to kiss him. He pulled back for a split second to ask if I was okay with using tongue. I assured him that I’d love it if he did.
We leaned back in, locking into a deep, passionate kiss. At one point, he asked me to suck on his tongue as if I were giving him a blowjob. He liked that a lot, and when he returned the favor, I found myself enjoying it just as much.
I stood directly in front of him and guided his hands to the zipper at the back of my corset. As soon as he slid it down, I turned around and let it drop, exposing my boobs just inches from his face.
He reached up, his palms warm as he softly cupped my boobs. He began squeezing them gently, his touch firm but appreciative. It felt incredible as he played with them, eventually using his fingers to tweak my nipples, rolling them back and forth until they were sensitive and hard as can be.
I stepped in closer, pressing one nipple right against his lips. He responded immediately, taking me into his mouth with a soft yet firm suction. The sensation sent a spark through me. After a moment, he shifted his attention, moving to the other side to give it the same devoted attention.
He reached out and slid two fingers between my legs, gliding them over the fabric of my shorts. The slow drag across my pussy sent a shiver straight up my spine and made my thighs tingle with anticipation.
“Are you a butt man?” I asked, looking down at him.
He didn’t hesitate, telling me he very much was. I turned around, presenting my backside to him so my ass was directly in front of his face. He reached out immediately, filling both hands with my cheeks and squeezing them, rubbing his palms over my ass before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
He pulled them down slowly, and once I was standing bare-assed in front of him, he leaned in close. He rubbed his face against me, planting soft, lingering kisses all over my cheeks. There was no doubt about it—he was definitely a true ass man.
He used his feet to nudge mine a bit wider, asking if I would bend forward for him. I didn’t hesitate; I gripped the back of the office chair and arched my back, presenting my pussy and ass perfectly for him.
With his hands firmly on my hips, he pulled me back toward him, and I felt the warmth of his face as he buried it between my cheeks. His tongue was relentless, rolling over my clit, sliding through my pussy lips, and then making slow, deliberate laps around my asshole.
He paused for a second to tell me he hadn’t been with a woman in a while and was “out of practice.” I just laughed breathlessly—if this was him being rusty, I couldn’t imagine what his A-game felt like. I was happy to stay in that position forever as long as he kept snacking on my meat curtains and teasing my puckered porthole.
The building tension finally hit a breaking point. I warned him I was close, and after another minute of his expert tongue work, a wave crashed through me so hard my knees almost buckled. When he pulled back, he looked up and said, “Oh my, you are so juicy! That was amazing.”
I turned around, cupped his face, and drove my tongue into his mouth, giving him a kiss that surely made his toenails curl. When I pulled back, he asked if I liked the taste of myself on his tongue. I just smiled and told him it was an amazing combination.
Then came the question, asked with a bit of a sheepish look: “What’s the chance you would let me put it in your butt?”
“For sure,” I told him. “I’m totally fine with that.”
He seemed surprised, asking if I actually liked it or just did it for the clients. I told him the truth—that I’d loved it since the first time I let a friend try it back home. When he asked if a lot of girls my age were into it, I laughed and mentioned that curiosity was high since it’s part of the official Sex Ed curriculum these days.
“Can you go two rounds?” I challenged him. “If so, you can do one in the front door and one in the back.”
He was all smiles. When he asked about protection, I knelt down in front of him. “I’ll let you go uncovered,” I said, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. I took his decent-sized cock into my mouth and went to work, enjoying the way he reacted to the back of my throat.
After a few minutes, I hopped onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. “Come on in.”
He worried aloud about coming too fast, so I grabbed a hair scrunchie and wrapped it snugly around the base of his balls to keep him going. He moved between my legs and slowly slid inside my pussy. He set a great pace, watching my tits jiggle as he drove into me for about ten minutes. Finally, he reached down, pulled the scrunchie off, and plowed back into me, arching his back as he dumped his load deep inside.
He didn’t want to slow down. He was ready for round two immediately. He spent some more time eating my ass to get ready, and then, with a bit of lube and a firm push, he buried his cock in my butthole.
He did a hell of a job, pumping away and even grabbing a handful of my hair to pull my head back as he worked. He eventually dumped his second load right in my ass, then collapsed onto my back, catching his breath and thanking me over and over for the best afternoon he’d had in years.
I had a tight turnaround after he left—about twenty minutes to reset the room. I worked fast: fixed the bed, did a quick cleanup, and touched up my hair and makeup until I looked fresh again.
The next two clients were pretty forgettable. They were standard “cum and go” appointments—functional, quick, and strictly business. I didn’t mind, though; they were easy money and kept me on schedule for the main event of the evening.
The next booking was a threesome with two guys, and that was something I was actually looking forward to. There’s always a different kind of energy when there are two of them; the pace is faster, and there’s never a dull moment since they can double up on me.
I checked my reflection one last time, making sure the corset was sitting just right, and waited for the buzz of my phone.
They didn’t waste a second. As soon as the door closed, the average “guy next door” vibes vanished, and they got straight to business. I took turns working on each of them, my mouth busy as I got them both fully ready, but it was clear they had one specific goal in mind.
Once we moved to the bed, they skipped the small talk and jumped right into the DP. Usually, I like a little build-up, but with these two, I didn’t mind the rush at all. I absolutely love being double-penetrated, and these guys were clearly pros at the logistics.
One took his place in front and the other moved in behind, and before I knew it, I was being filled from both sides. They really threw it to me, their rhythm syncopated perfectly as they drove into me with a heavy, relentless pace. The sensation of being stretched and stuffed by both of them at once was exactly the use I’d been looking forward to all afternoon.
We went a couple of heavy rounds, with them alternating between filling my pussy and my ass, eventually leaving their loads deep inside me both ways. As they were cleaning up and getting dressed, the vibe in the room shifted from purely sexual to professional. They asked if I’d be interested in “working a gangbang”.
I didn’t even have to think about it. “YES!” I said, probably a little too enthusiastically.
They started grilling me on the logistics—how many men I could handle, how long I’d be willing to go, and what my limits were. I told them that if they could pull a crew together in five or six days, I’d stop back through Oklahoma City on my way home and extend my trip just for that. The idea of ending my break with a massive scene like that was too good to pass up.
Once they left, I finally had a moment to breathe. The rest of my night was a steady stream of older men. It was much slower, more appreciative work compared to the chaos of the threesome, but it was exhausting in its own way. By the time the last guy walked out the door at 1:00 AM, I was tired.
I locked the door, stripped off my clothing, and crashed into the hotel bed, my body humming from a full day of being used like an adult sex toy. I had a few more days of work before the “big” event, and I needed every bit of sleep I could get.
The highlight of day two was definitely the couple in their fifties. They’d originally wanted me for the entire afternoon, but I could only squeeze them in for three hours. When they arrived, I was floored by the wife—she looked like a literal Barbie doll. She was deeply tanned with a flat tummy, a tiny waist, and massive, rock-hard fake tits.
The dynamic was clear: the husband was there to watch, and I was there to use her however I wanted. They had specifically requested fisting, both front and back. I’d made sure they brought their own specialized lube, because when you’re going that deep, you need the good stuff and plenty of it.
I stripped her down while her husband took a seat in the corner. Her body was a roadmap of cosmetic work and steel. Her breasts were solid—no sag at all—with rings through the nipples, and her navel was pierced twice. When I peeled off her painted-on jeans and G-string, I saw her pussy was a work of art. She had a cluster of piercings: two in the hood, one directly through the clit, and thick rings lining each of her labia. I had a million questions, and she was happy to answer them all while we started kissing.
We moved to the bed and took turns going down on each other. It was obvious she was used to being stretched. I coated my hand and her pussy in lube, and without much effort at all, I slid my hand inside. Before I knew it, I was past the wrist. I balled my hand into a fist and started a heavy, rhythmic punching motion, driving deep into her.
I didn’t even ask—I just lubed up my other hand. With one fist already halfway in, I slid the second hand along my wrist, wrapping my fingers around the first fist, and shoved. She absolutely lost it. Her hips were bucking against me, and suddenly a huge stream of fluid shot out of her pussy, drenching the bed and me. A total explosion.
I spent a long time working her pussy like that before she mumbled a request to have one slid up her ass. She got onto her knees, chest down, presenting that tanned ass to me. As I started lubing her up, her husband looked at me and signaled to lube my entire arm.
“You want me to go all the way up?” I asked, and he just pointed to his elbow and nodded.
I obliged. It took a little more patience than pussy, but soon my hand disappeared inside her asshole. I worked slowly, adding more lube every few minutes, until the bend of my elbow had literally disappeared inside her. It was the most insane thing I’d ever seen or done. With her asshole stretched around my arm, she muffled another command: “Put the other one in my pussy.”
I did exactly that. I spent the rest of the session toggling between double-stuffing her pussy and having a literal armload in each of her holes. I lost count of how many times she came, but she was just one long, continuous tremor of pleasure.
The session escalated into a total blur of intensity. After a couple of hours of us working each other over, the husband finally stood up from his chair. He was ready to get involved and gave us clear instructions: his wife was to lay back so I could double-fist her pussy again, but I had to be on my knees with my ass arched up so he could fuck me at the same time.
He had a great cock and slid it into me without hesitation, immediately finding a rhythm. As I was buried deep inside his wife’s stretched-out gash, he reached down and jammed a thumb into my ass, whispering the filthiest dirty talk in our ears for the next thirty minutes. When he was finally ready for his first round, he pulled out of me, presented himself to his wife, and blew a massive load right into her mouth.
The crazy part was that I never stopped; both of my hands stayed buried inside her the entire time he was finishing. Once she had licked him clean, he didn’t even take a breather—he just got right back behind me and started plowing me again.
This time, as he reached his orgasm, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, pinning me in place as he pumped his second load deep inside me. He kept growling about how much he wanted to breed me, and I fucking loved every second of it.
By the time we wrapped up, they were completely hooked on me. They booked me for an entire day and night at their house for my return trip home. I could only imagine what kind of toys and setup they had waiting for me there.
The rest of my stay in OKC sounded like the perfect “calm” between the storms. Those one-on-one sessions with older men can be a lovely time; they appreciate the conversation and the gentle touch. It’s a great way to bank some extra cash while keeping your energy levels up for what’s coming next.
With OKC in the rearview mirror, I’ve got two massive events looming on the horizon for my trip home: the gangbang and that full day and night at the “Barbie” couple’s house.
