Sex Stories

It was getting late, I switched of the TV and decided to check my E-mails before I went to bed. There was a reply from my ad in Sexyads, I read the mail and was somewhat intrigued by the content. I must explain firstly, I have an ad in that site with a picture of my erect cock, it also shows my steel cock ring which does get some peoples mind wondering.

For those who have never seen one before, it fits behind my balls and can only be squeezed on with a very soft cock, once on it maintains a stiff cock at all times, makes it longer and thicker, increases staying power, I only cum when I want to, cum to order if you like, and increases the sensations. Lastly after I have cum it takes a while for my erection to subside. Now we all know. I checked her profile first, single, BBW, aged 50, that seemed just right. I read the mail, she was basically challenging me, asking if I was really game, am I *up* for it, can I take it. My ego was at boiling point.

Faster than you can blink my finger hit that reply button. I told her, yes I am game and can take anything she had in mind (at that time I didn't know she meant literally), and I am always *up*. She mailed me back and suggested a quiet drink to find out if we were what we each pictured, and to discuss her requirements.

Her requirements, sounded a bit bossy, but who cares, lets have some fun. We met the following week, in a small pub, it was warm so we sat outside, it was a very quiet pub so we could talk away without fear of being overheard.

She had arrived in a very expensive sports car, very well dressed, short skirt showing nicely shaped legs, and her breasts strained the buttons of her blouse. You could see her nipples clearly through the material. Very nice I thought. Not too large, but shapely. I bought us both a drink and we sat there just chatting idly. After a while we got to chatting about sex, she quizzed me on my experience and sexual practices, then told me what she was looking for. She was holding a gathering of friends, all women, and wanted someone to serve their drinks all evening. What the hell has this got to do with sex I thought.

Then she hit me with it, I was to be naked and if one of the women wanted any form of sexual relief, I was to oblige. Now that did sound like fun. She asked me if I was wearing my *ring*, which I was, and when no one was around gripped my cock through my trousers, I had been very stiff for quite some while and a smile appeared on her face as she felt it. She looked at me and said that I looked fine and had just what she needed between my legs.