My Pregnant Pass: A Slutwife's Confessional

We returned from vacation in late August having visited Greece for 3 weeks. I’ll spare you all the trip details but we visited many historic and ancient sites of course for prof and many nude beaches while island hopping around the Aegean Sea. Lexi played up her Albanian roots and an instinctual attraction for Greeks which share some Balkan genes and history. As a result she naturally fucked at least a dozen guys sometimes two at a time of course. What a whore. For my part I had to remain chaste and celibate – by which I mean I could only fuck my husband as I was still trying to get pregnant. Prof loved the architecture, art, and history of course. And he never complains about the sex which was plentiful. We even fucked on a few remote nude beaches which was wonderdul. It was an incredibly relaxing vacation. Nowhere near as hectic as our 2 summer euro trips had been. This time we flew and were staying in one country and any day trip between locations was short.

When we got back I was thinking about my new job that was starting in two weeks and had completely forgotten about my period and my desire to get pregnant. I was busy that week making sure everything was ready and getting our house in order. Suddenly on Thursday I realized I had missed my period. I did a pregnancy test and it was positive but I could not believe it after a year and so I kept it to myself. I scheduled a doctor visit for the next day and then it was confirmed. Estoy embarazada (which does not mean embarrassed; the old root word means hindered; in spanish it means hindered with child or pregnant; and the english form came to mean hindered in the self-conscious or embarrassed). Anyway, apparently I had gotten pregnant in Greece. Probably on a nude beach which is so awesome to consider. That’s the conception story I’m going with anyway.

Anyway, I was so excited I could barely contain myself. Prof had gone into the office and Lexi was working too. I cooked a special dinner (nude of course) to celebrate and kept absent mindedly rubbing my tummy. I masturbated too of course once I had dinner mostly done. When prof came home I ran to the door, set his satchel down and knelt before him unzipping his fly. His cock sprung out and I eagerly started sucking him. I wanted his cum load down my throat so badly. He was nearing cumming and tapped my shoulder indicating I should get on my knees so he could dump his load in my cunt as he had been for a year. But I shook my head no and kept sucking, urging him to come by stroking his balls with my fingers and nails until he groaned and started spurting that warm luscious cum into my greedy throat. I swallowed it all and savored his meaty cock as the spasms subsided and I sucked him clean. I rose up and kissed him and he said, “What inspired that?” I just shrugged and went to finish dinner.

Lexi came home 15 minutes later and we sat down for an early dinner in the nude as I had set the dress code for the evening by my lead. As we ate and chatted about our day I could feel that I was nearly giddy and Lexi gave me a weird look once. Then I felt myself stroking my belly again and she again looked at me weird. I pretended to be scratching, so she asked me why I was so happy and I shrugged. Prof mentioned that I got a load of happy juice and that finally tipped her off. She turned to me jaw agape and said “Are you????” I smiled and nodded and she jumped up screaming and ran to me hugging me in a bare tit squeeze while squealing. Prof looked confused until Lexi said, “She’s fucking pregnant finally, I was starting to think she was defective so thank god!!” And she kissed my belly repeatedly.That’s my girl. Sweet and sour at the same moment. But she was more excited than I thought she would be. Prof was also thrilled but more speechless which is his normal. A deep hug and kiss with his little pleased smile.

After dinner we had celebratory sex of course. As I sucked prof she straddled his face and he lapped at her eager cunt. She said, “Oh thank God I can finally get his cum in my ass again you’ve been a greedy cum slut for too long.” That made me giggle and I playfully slapped her tits as I rose up to mount his hard cock. We kissed and rode him in tandem and then playfully rubbed nipples too. It was the most relaxed sex we had had in months – mostly due to me putting so much pressure on getting his seed in me as much as possible. Admittedly I had been a greedy cumslut. Even more so than usual. But for conception reasons. I was happy to let her take his load in her ass, after I got my orgasms of course and I did. Squirming and gyrating on his abdomen I rolled through a couple of very nice orgasms as she sucked my tits. She made a comment that if my tits got any bigger she was going to kill herself. But she knows I love her tiny tits. They go with her tiny everything else and she is a sexual dynamo who anyone would love to fuck. Plus I imagine guys like fucking her ass as much as she loves taking it.

I moved off and she got on her knees exposing her sopping wet cunt for prof to dip into. I got under her and licked her clit as he fucked her rhythmically for a few minutes. But she was literally begging for it in her ass and prof obliged driving his slick wet cock into her ass as she gasped and groaned in pleasure. I continued licking her clit as he split her ass until she had a screaming orgasm and shuddered on my face, her nectar coating my cheeks. I moved out then and behind prof and reached under his bum to stroke his balls as he kept plowing into her ass. I wet a finger and slipped it in his ass sending him over the edge as he groaned and started pumping his load into her ass chasm. When he pulled out I sucked him clean tasting his cum and her, then I turned my attention to her gaping ass and ate some more from her still gaping ass. She called me a dirty whore but did not object to my cleanup.

We all relaxed then until she teased me about getting fat and we play wrestled until we ended up in a 69, tongue lashing each other as prof stroked our asses and tweaked our nipples. When he got hard again we moved into a three way oral train: she was sucking him, as I ate her cunt and he ate mine. It was a long leisurely love train. We switched it up eventually and he finished down my throat again which was awesome. I was certainly satiated for the night and slept the best I had in months. I was deliriously happy and full of cum.

The next day I let daddy and Christie know, and we also called prof’s family in Mexico too. Lexi told her families (she has two adoptive families: Nancy and Bruce in Florida, and Albania as she now stays in contact with her step siblings there). Everyone was genuinely happy, even Nancy. She didn’t have any baby stuff since they had adopted Lexi when she was a toddler. But she offered to send us a crib and rocking chair and anything else we needed. She wanted to buy the best available. But shipping would be too much trouble so she said she would send money instead to get those things here. Her support would be financial of course, but that was fine. My dad had a couple of bins of my baby stuff and he said mom would want me to have it. So he was planning to visit for Christmas and said he would bring it then. Prof’s family just wanted to know when we would visit since getting all of them to Spain would never work. I promised we would try by the time the baby was 1 or so which would be summer of 2027.

I found myself to be super horny. I don’t know if it was hormones already or just excitement in general or the pent up stress gone. But we fucked a lot that weekend. He even came in my ass again which had not happened in a while. But I was still super horny and wearing prof out more than usual. Lexi even told me I was “too much” and said “you need to go fuck some randos”. I scoffed. But prof actually chimed in and said, “You should… I mean not randos but a free pass…. Why not? You’ve been pent up with just us for a year.” I was incredulous and speechless. Then he said, “Go get a massage (which meant fucking Patricio) or whatever. You need to let loose.” Holy shit I had actually not thought about other cocks for a long time and it never occurred to me. Until that moment. I could fuck without any concern for birth control. Even when on the pill it was always a chance, or if I missed a pill. But I literally could not get knocked up (again) for at least 8 months. And prof had just given me a free pass, but I wondered did he mean that. And to what degree. I said “What do you mean?” He said, “Well I’m going to be very busy this week, back to school. And you have another week off until you start your job. I just think you should cut loose. Go wild. Take a week.”

A week? Holy shit. Big mistake. My mind was already formulating big plans. I have a long list of people I used to think about fucking (and used to fuck) and a week would give me enough time to …. Lexi interrupted, “That’s bullshit, why don’t I get a week?” I retorted, “You have a permanent free pass, bitch, what do you mean?” She said, “Yeah but I haven’t been using it.” I said, “Bullshit you fucked half of the Hellenic Navy in Crete.” She scoffed, “Two sailors and that was vacation. Doesn’t count.” I laughed, “So two sailors and another dozen guys over three weeks doesn’t count. Convenient. Slut.” That was no exaggeration. Even so, she started coming at me, but prof intervened grabbing her and said, “No fighting girls. Lexi has been more committed, other than Greece. She cut loose on vacation and that’s fine. Now it’s Elisa’s turn.” I sneered at her and stuck my tongue out. She said, “Fine, whatever. Slut.” With that settled I spent the rest of the day planning my week.

The first thing I did was text Patricio to make a “massage” appointment for Sunday. The 2 hour kind of massage to reach all of my deepest needs. I had not fucked him in a year. He actually said he wasn’t working at a parlor any more and it would be a private session at his place. Normally that might be a no go, but I had a free pass. So I confirmed.

The previous summer we had taken our second Euro trip and near the end of it we had gone to Lucerne Switzerland. Prof had a conference there for a few days. But we had hit up our friend Daniel, the Swiss multimillionaire we had met in Monte Carlo the previous summer. He lived in Zurich but came to Lucerne by train to go to dinner with us and to double team me of course like they had done in Monte Carlo. After we were all fucked out he said he wanted to show us around the next few days. Prof said he was busy with his conference but I should take him up on the offer. Daniel was off on a summer vacation. He went back to Zurich each night, but during the day I would run around with him and we fucked a lot too. And prof would fuck me too, every morning and night. It was great. I was a well fucked slut. I never asked for anything but Daniel paid me €2,000 which I gave to prof. But he told me to keep it and buy some nice clothes for grad school. Which I did. Anyway, he was the last guy I had fucked before my pregnancy sabbatical began. And the last time I had been paid for sex. So of course I thought of him first.

I hit him up saying, “Hey any chance you are free this week? Want to come to Spain so I can show you around Valencia? Like you showed me around Lucerne.” Hint hint. While waiting for a reply I reminisced a bit. We had actually gone to see some sights in Lucerne, between sucking and fucking. We saw the wooden Chapel Bridge and the Lion monument to the Swiss Guard. And we went to oldtown to eat lunch one day to re-energize for more fucking, but it was very nice. It had some cool city walls and towers. The coolest thing we did was ride up in a Gondola to the top of Mt. Pilatus which was spectacular and walked around a bit. On the ride down we got a gondola to ourselves which, of course, meant I sucked his cock between the first and second station. I’m not sure if they have cameras in them but the attendant at the midpoint station seemed to be glaring at us intently. Shrug. Probably not the first time that happened.

He took the bait and messaged, “I’m a little too busy to come there, can you come here? I’ll pay for your flight of course.” Sure, why not? I had a free pass for a week, right? Did that mean a free pass to have a sex trip? I mean, prof didn’t mention any restrictions. This would be one of those forgiveness instead of permission things I guess….. If it was already booked and I framed it right. I’d worry about that later. A rich, hot man wanted to pay to fuck me. I was lost in sugar baby mode. It had been so long since I had been a paid fucktoy. But it’s like riding a bike. You never forget how to whore yourself out I suppose. And it’s a role I enjoy. I was already searching for flights to Zurich when Daniel said, “I’m in Denmark next week, I’ll be busy with work most of the day but we can have some fun nights.”

Denmark? Oh my. How exciting. I had never been there. I could go sightseeing during the day. Or find a nude beach. Switzerland did not tolerate public nudity the way Spain and Denmark do. And prostitution is legal there. I wasn’t worried about being busted but my point is, Daniel could have any whores he wanted there, and for much less than flying me out plus what he would certainly pay me. That meant he really wanted to fuck me. I would make this happen for sure. I found a direct 1 way flight in business class (cuz I’m worth it) leaving on Tuesday and sent him the price. He said no problem and paypal’ed me more than that. So I booked it saying I would get the return flight later, not knowing how long I was staying.

Monday was currently free, but I already had a plan for that. I wasn’t going to waste any days without cocks if I could help it. For now, I had more people to share our news with including Malena of course, Helen back in the states, and our old upstairs elderly neighbors Amaia and Chale. She asked me to come by Monday and I said I would. Lexi informed her family in Albania as well as she was in touch with her first adoptive family there. I was just running down some contacts in my phone and saw Enzo. The gay Italian shoe salesperson from Milan that we had met on a nude beach in Venice. I shrugged. Why not?

I sent him a message telling him I was pregnant and hoped things were well for him. He texted back immediately and was very excited for us. In broken English he said something to the effect of any man was lucky to put a baby in me. I wasn’t sure if he meant fuck me or just make babies in a more innocent sense. I thought for a second and then said he should be careful if Marco saw these messages he might think something was going on between us. He had a jealous lover who did not trust him. But he replied that he was no longer with Marco and was single again. I shot up and felt sudden excitement. Holy shit. The only person I ever wanted to fuck badly and did not get to, was Enzo. I love prof, and his cock (and daddy too) but…. Enzo had the nicest cock I have ever seen. Thick and manly and sweaty and girthy and olive toned and hairy too. The kind of cock that’s just meant to plow fuckholes.

To remind myself I pulled up the photos from the Venice beach where I playfully posed with Enzo including one grabbing his cock in a teasing way. Yep. It was a magnificent cock. And I had a free pass. And he was single….damn. Enzo had hinted a time or two that he also liked women. His gay lover had always assumed he was cheating with women. In fact he pretended I was his cousin so Marco would not think we had fucked. Surely that meant he liked fucking women too? I hoped anyway. My pussy was tingling, my forehead was sweating, my pulse was racing… and all of a sudden prof walked in on me (I think I was absent mindedly stroking my clit). Ahem. I composed myself. But I had no time to formulate a clever reply. We were heading out to dinner.

At dinner Lexi asked what my whore plan was for the week. I feigned indifference and said I just had a massage scheduled for Sunday. She scoffed and said, “She’s scheming, I know it. She’ll just spring it on us when she’s ready.” She wasn’t wrong. Bitch. And she didn’t yet know I was leaving town. But I like knowing he will be taken care of while I’m gone. At least in bed. They would make do with take out and fast food of course. Neither of them cooks when I am gone. And the house would be a mess when I returned. A small price to pay.

My mind was working overdrive though which was another reason I didn’t take the bait to fight with her. I excused myself to the restroom because I had thought of what to reply to Enzo. He had not said anything after our brief exchange but he did not know I had a free pass of course. I decided to be rather blatant and said, “I’m so sorry about Marco. But does that mean the most beautiful cock in all of Italy is within my grasp?” I included a picture of me grasping his cock. I hoped he would get the joke, but also the obvious come on and compliment. He replied, “So close, but so far I fear.” What did that mean? I wondered. I was trying to determine if his minimal English was a barrier. It seemed kind of general like a translation from some Italian saying maybe. And then he said, “If only you were here or I were there.” Aha. That I can solve. I said, “I’m free next week… I could be there.” And then added, “If you want?” He replied, “But what about your husband?” I said “I have a free pass… for a week. Anything goes.” I was not being subtle now. But he did not reply. Maybe the phrase anything goes was not clear to him. Damn. Seriously. “I’m throwing myself at you,” I thought. But I had been in the bathroom long enough. Maybe he just isn’t that interested. Ugh. I sent one more pic – a full nude and spread pic from my recent pics. A desperate plea thats said – fuck me please – no translation needed.

When I came out, Lexi said, “You ok?” I said, “Yeah, fine.” She continued, “That was either a massive shit or getting some privacy. Schemer.” Fuck you I thought. She knows me too well. But I ignored the comment. We went back home and had another nice throupling. He fucked us both alternately on our knees, using all four holes as his pleased, and she got under and licked my clit to a nice orgasm before he came. I let prof cum in her mouth as I had certainly been hoarding his cum for too long. And we ended with a nice kissing cum swap. Mmmmm. Everything was back to normal. We would have a long period of very casual sex again I thought. No pressure. Just me slowly getting fat I suppose. Would either one be turned off by that I wondered?

When we were done I went to get a drink of water and saw that Enzo had replied. Finally. I went to the patio lounging out there nude, for some privacy. It was still quite warm of course but felt great with a little evening breeze. He had sent, “Is the baby showing?” Ahhh so that was his issue I guess. He thought I was fat. I said, “No too early, do I look fat in that pic?” He said, “My apologies no, I thought it might be old picture. I think women with pancione are sexy anyway.” I had to google that it meant baby bump. Oh huh. Well if you want to see what it might look like I can oblige I thought. The way I was sitting with my feet up on the table it made my belly look a little fatter so I took another nude selfie from above showing as much belly roll as I could and sent it saying, “Trying to look pregnant here.” He said, “Yes, so lovely.” Ok. Freak. Just kidding. Some people get off on pregnant chicks. Whatever it takes Enzo. I’ll play up the preggo part. I said, “I think my tits are getting bigger already” and I squeezed one for a pic making it appear larger.

He waited a minute and then said, “So you could really come visit me in Italy?” Got him. Fuck yes I can I thought. I said, “Yes, later in the week, maybe Thursday?” I already had Daniel starting Tuesday but thought two nights is about the extent of whoring before the guy is satiated. Or reaches his financial tolerance. And if I can have Enzo then for a day or two that would just about complete my preggo free pass week. If he was working, like Daniel, and it was just nights that was fine too. And I could surely pay for it with the money I would get from Daniel so financially it was no concern. He replied “Perfetto, I can take off two days, show you around Milan.” I replied rather bluntly, “I’ve seen Milan. All I want to do is fuck. A lot.” He replied, “We can do that too!!! But we must get to a beach I think.” I didn’t want to spend time travelling when we could be fucking and Milan is nowhere near a beach. I said, “Just around Milan and fucking.’ He said, “Of course.” Ok good we were on the same page.

OMG. I had 2 fuckfest trips lined up. I felt like a true international whore. I sometimes envisioned myself as a fuckdoll back in the states travelling around to be used by men and paid money. Had I not met (and thrown myself) at prof I think I would have gone that way. I had paying sugar daddies in San Antonio, Dallas, Austin, Houston and even Miami already before I finished college. Had I not been busy with school that could have been full time. I’m sure I could have made that work and branched out from there. There were 48 more states to explore sexually. And meeting guys online was easy. But something about this being international made me feel especially slutty. Not that Enzo was paying me. He did not make that kind of money. I would have paid him if I had to. Anyway, I booked my next flight, coach class from Copenhagen to Milan for Thursday morning and sent the info to Enzo. Then I went inside and went to bed with a grin on my face.

Sunday was church day. I now had a baby to pray for besides my own slutty soul. But I started the day with a mouthful of cock in the shower and prof’s warm cum to start the day. Then coffee. Priorities. We went to mass in our quaint little church outside the city. Everyone knows us here as it is smaller. Most of the neighbors know our unique living situation but we don’t advertise it in church and Lexi never goes so it’s fine. She now claims to be Eastern Orthodox (non practicing I say) like her birth father was. And there are no Eastern Orthodox churches around here. Although there is one closer in on the outskirts of Valencia. I think it’s just a convenient excuse to skip church.

After church we had a leisurely brunch in a neighborhood cafe with Lexi. After, without too much drama I said, “Well I’m off to my massage, see you later.” I swear I heard Lexi mutter “slut” but I didn’t engage. Instead I walked to the metro station to catch the train into the city. We had moved out here back in January and love the more relaxing peaceful suburban life. The city is very loud. It was great at first but not a place to raise a child. Prof and Lexi have to ride into the city for work and I’ll have to start doing that too next week. I texted Patricio saying I was on the way and would be early if that was ok. If not I could enjoy a park. But he said, “Sounds good see you soon.” In Spanish. I had 15 minutes and used that time to arrange something for the next day I hoped. I had fucked my Spanish cowboy a few times since the fundraising event at the school I used to work for. While I was dabbling in sex work of course. Always for money. He had been a big donor to the school after I sucked his cock. He needed no pretense but I had not seen him in a year so out of the blue I texted, “Want to take me for a ride tomorrow?” He knew what that meant but could deny it if his wife saw the message. He replied immediately, “Of course. How about noon?” I said that was perfect and he said to meet him at the barn. Awesome.

Patricio greeted me at the door already fully nude. Excellent. No pretense there at all. I grabbed his cock and kissed him deeply saying, “God I need this.” He moaned and said, “Of course, but first we relieve your stress. I can feel so much tension.” He led me to a room he had made into a massage salon, kind of like mine at home but more than just a massage bed – with mats on the ground and those wonderful wedge cushions, incense, heated rocks, and a changing partition I would not be using. It was clearly set up for sex. He fucks a lot of his clients of course. And that’s why I was here. Pure unadulterated fucking. I knew I was one of a very few he fucked raw. My preference. But I trusted him and he knew I was safe.

I stripped without delay and threw my clothes on the changing bench. Then I laid down spread eagled on his mat but face down. I’m yours, I thought. He grabbed some warm oil and proceeded to begin massaging my back, shoulders, arms, then down to my ass cheeks, thighs and legs. It felt great and was a great massage. He is a professional after all. He tapped me and I rolled over and he repeated on my front side with my shoulders, arms, tits, thighs and lower legs and then back up to my waiting, wet cunt. He used three fingers on my hole and warmed me up. Not that I needed much. I was butter. Then he slipped a wedge under my ass putting my pussy above my head and my legs folded back over my head. He then proceeded to go down on me for several minutes. He rose up then and straddled my spread legs above me and dipped that big cock down to my waiting, now gaping, cunt. It was sort of a pile driver with our legs in an X to each other. I could reach up and stroke his balls on the down strokes.

After fucking me for a few minutes he withdrew and straddled my face. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him, tasting him, myself and the oil (edible of course). He again lashed at my now gaping cunt as well and fingered my asshole with two slick fingers. He finally buried his cock down my throat and his balls rested on my nose as he fully throat fucked me. I love that suffocating feeling and gasped as he withdrew. Then he spun me over prone again and slipped his cock into my asshole eliciting groans of approval. He fucked me roughly from behind that way until he groaned and dumped a huge load in my ass. I was exhausted but totally limp and relaxed as he withdrew leaving me as a limp noodle. I felt him take a tissue and wipe the cum draining from my ass. Such a gentleman. I would have used my fingers to lick it up but I was totally zoned out.

Whew!!! That was refreshing. When I recovered I sat up and he brought me some water. I sat yoga butterfly style (thighs spread, heels together) and did some stretches as we chatted. It felt great. He sat facing me and followed along. He mentioned it had been a year or so and I said, “Yeah I haven’t been on the pill so I couldn’t,” and I shrugged. He said, “But you are now?” I shook my head no. He had cum in my ass but I could see he was still nervous about it. I winked and patted my belly. He said, “Ahhh I see. Congrats. Yes many pregnant women love massages, and sex without worrying about conception. As the child gets bigger you may want more massages, it gets uncomfortable at times of course. I know some techniques for those unique pains. Intercourse itself is a great remedy during pregnancy. It can help with pain by releasing endorphins and oxytocin which are natural pain relievers, but discomfort can also occur from uterine growth, pressure, or dryness. I suggest lube and woman-on-top positions mostly especially after the 6th month.” Always the professional, gentleman, and business man. I was sure that was true and I would be sexual throughout. I told him I would certainly visit him as needed.

Round two was an early start on those woman-on-top positions. I straddled him and did squats on his pole in my cunt, then reverse cowgirl as he spread my ass cheeks watching his cock disappear in my pussy. Then I sprawled back on top of him and rode him with his cock in my ass again and legs spread and he came again in my ass. I stayed on him and just lay there for several minutes absorbing it and he reached around and rubbed my stomach. Cute. I guess I would have to get used to people touching my stomach. Seems to be a normal thing. I mean we were naked and all-access. I was pretty fucked out then and feeling totally relaxed. I paid him with a nice tip and it totaled to €250. Worth every penny (or cent in euros). I felt his cum oozing from my ass the entire ride home and went straight to the tub to soak. Prof brought me a glass of wine which was my usual in the tub. But I shook my head no. He apologized and said he wasn’t thinking of that. No more drinking for me. Sex would have to be my only vice. He could tell I was pretty worn out and waited until morning to reclaim me. Lexi had left for work early and he had meetings in the afternoon.

We 69ed and then fucked passionately and I swallowed his load. I chose that moment to tell him my plans. At least the basics. After fucking is the best time to bring up anything possibly unexpected or negative. Plus, Lexi was gone. I mean I had a free pass but we had not discussed a trip. I said, “I kind of made plans for a trip for several days, if that’s ok. A little ‘me time’. I leave tomorrow morning.” He simply said, “Oh…. where to?” I said, “Well Copenhagen to meet Daniel he’s there for the week. And I’d love to see the city (not really but you know). And then Milan….Enzo.” “Enzo?” he asked. “The shoestore guy we met at the nude beach in Venice.” He said, “I thought he was gay?” I said, “Well…apparently he’s bi. I think. I’ll let you know.” He thought for a moment and then said, “Ok. Be safe. I love you. And keep me posted every day. Where you are staying and with who and a backup contact.” I said, “Of course,” and kissed him. He got ready for work then and I got ready for my day. I was wearing boots and jeans and a loose top, no bra. He didn’t ask. It was 11 when we left together. I dropped him off at the metro and I took our car as I was headed into the countryside. He didn’t ask.

I was visiting my spanish cowboy I had taken to calling “Patrón” as that’s what the other cowboys (vaqueros) called him on the ranch. Plus I loved to say “Fóllame el coño, Patrón” when he was drilling me. I arrived at the ranch and drove past the hacienda to the horse barn as instructed. I parked and got out. I noticed a few vaqueros inside the office door and asked where Patrón was. They motioned inside. As I went past them they walked out leaving us alone. He got up and greeted me with excited kisses. “It’s been so long?” he queried. I nodded but didn’t say why. He said “Well I’m glad you’re here. My wife is… well she moved out a few months ago. So… I’ve been lonely. I didn’t want to bother you, but I’m so glad you sent me a message.” Ahhh he needed sex. Good. Maybe some pent up anger and resentment too. Toward his wife. I love frustrated daddies. But I said, “We could have met at the house then, no?” He said, “Well no. My daughter is home now. She goes back to school next week. And anyway, I know you love riding and…” I finished “…it makes me very horny. Yes.”

So we were actually riding. Great. He said he had the vaqueros saddle two horses for us and led the way. I had once ridden in silk pants and ruined them but I came prepared this time. One of the vaqueros beckoned me and lifted my leg to boost me up. I’m pretty sure he got a good look at my bare tits as my loose blouse was gaping and I leaned over to adjust my feet in the stirrups. He tipped his hat and blushed. Patrón called out some instructions to them as to what to do while he was gone. It seemed they understood. Probably some code meaning he was going to fuck this filly in the woods. I was trotting along behind him, my tits bouncing and hard nipples protruding as the vaqueros stood and stared. I love putting on a good show. Probably didn’t hurt the bosses reputation among the men to see him fucking someone so young. They whooped and hollered as we left the corral, but he shushed them signalling to the hacienda. He didn’t want the daughter to know. She could see us leaving if she was looking. But daddy has needs. Maybe she understood.

We rode for 15 to 20 minutes a good way into the woods. I knew where we were heading. We had been here before. A small outcropping of rocks in a clearing on a hill. It was sunny and there was a picnic table that had probably been driven out here years ago. Did he have rides with his wife or daughter out here and a little picnic? Probably. Now he was going to fuck me on it for the third time. We fucked in his house while his wife was out of town. But when she was home we came here. It made me wonder if he thought of this place with his wife, his daughter or me now. We dismounted and had some water to refresh. The ride had gotten me properly horny. So I kicked my boots off and started stripping. Then I sat on the edge of the picnic table, spread my legs with a foot on each of the side benches and beckoned him to me. He came up between my legs and kissed me. I took his cowboy hat off, put it on myself, and then pushed him down.

He moved in and started lapping at my lips and clit while pulling his shirt off. I grabbed the back of his head and grinded my cunt in his face. His scratchy beard and mustache made me nuts with the texture on my soft silky lips. When he rose up he left his boots on pushed his pants down and started fucking me with his sweaty thick cock. He was not too long, but nice and thick. “Aggghhh” I groaned as he fucked me and scratched his back spontaneously. Oops. He fucked me harder and pinched my tits roughly. After a few minutes I pushed him back and he almost fell with his pants around his ankles still. I kept pushing him back to the outcropping of rocks until he sat back on a large rock. I had grabbed my jeans and threw them down to kneel on and started sucking his cock fervently. I had scraped my knees up badly on a previous liaison out here and learned my lesson. The jeans could get dirty. I didn’t care.

He soon pulled me up and bent me over the same rock entering me from behind and fucking me harshly into the rock. So my tits and hands were getting covered in dirt as I braced myself on the rock. He pulled my hair and drove into me repeatedly and I screamed out, “Fóllame el coño, Patrón.” (Fuck my pussy, boss, or papi over and over). He wasn’t an ass man and that was probably a good thing with his thickness. But he soon groaned and called me a fucking whore and dumped a load in my cunt. We panted and subsided and he slipped out of me. His cum gushed down my legs but I had nothing to clean up with so I let it go. I was dirty, cum covered and my hair was disheveled. If I hadn’t enjoyed it so much you might think I had been beaten up. I laughed at my state and wandered back to the table falling back on it to recover. He came over and laid next to me on the bench, his pants still around his ankles. I guess he wanted to be able to dress in a hurry. I didn’t care.

The sun felt great and we just laid there for a while. Then I got some water and gave him some too. I used some to wash my cunt too and wiped off with my blouse so now it was filthy too. I laid it out to dry and then implored him to take my place and lie back on the table. I stroked him hard again and then straddled him by standing on the benches and lowered myself to impale my pussy on his cock. I bounced on him for several minutes as he sucked and pinched my nipples roughly. Then I dismounted and clambered back on in a 69 and started sucking his cock. He spread my ass cheeks and started licking away. I could feel my knees getting a little rubbed on the wood table but not too bad. You can’t think of everything. But he soon came anyway and I gurgled down most of his load although some spilled from my mouth, but I sucked it back up off his torso and licked my lips. Mmmmm.

After recovering again he said he had to pee and pulled his pants up to walk off into the tree line. I had a spontaneous moment of silliness and suddenly grabbed my horse, untied him, pulled him over to the picnic table and used the bench to mount the horse, buck ass naked except for his hat. I then rode off just as he was coming back into the clearing laughing and waving. I knew the way back, I thought. But he would soon catch me and bring my clothes I hoped. Whatever. I always had fantasies of riding naked and I wasn’t missing my opportunity. I could feel the saddle rubbing my engorged cunt lips and the rhythm was quite satisfying. My tits were bouncing too of course. It was so much fun. I probably could have cum soon if I was at a full gallop. But it was a narrow trail so we alternated walking and trotting. Plus I was sort of waiting for him before I got back to the clearing near the barn. Just a hundred yards before that two riders suddenly appeared heading right at me. I froze but there was really nowhere to hide or escape. I could only go forward as I was not turning around on this narrow trail.

It was not any of the younger vaqueros, it was another older cowboy and what looked like his wife. They saw me and pulled to the side as I approached. I took his hat off and covered my tits at least. But my cunt was bare and a Spanish saddle does not have much of a pommel so I lowered the other hand to cover my privates. But that caused the horse to stop just as I was next to them. I apologized profusely. And kicked the horse to get him going again, but I had to raise my hand to make him go. Oh well. Once past I donned his hat again not caring about my backside. Just then I heard Patrón coming up behind and also apologizing profusely. I went a few more yards and dismounted and just about fell over laughing. I apologized to him. He was shirtless and carrying my clothes and his shirt but looking as disheveled as I was. There was really no doubt what we had been doing.

I asked if they worked for him and he said no, they were his neighbors. Oh no. They might tell his wife I said, but he said he didn’t care about that. She had left him. The bigger issue was that their daughter was friends with his daughter. And if they came this way it meant they went by the house so she might be there, at the barn. The girls often rode together. He threw me my clothes and we got dressed. There really was no way around it so we rode back with me looking like I had been rolling in the dirt. But we did not see her and the vaqueros took my horse. I went into the barn to find the restroom and clean up a little. But when I opened the door the daughter and her friend were inside. They took one look at me and gave me a disgusting look. I’m sure I was quite a sight. I turned around and bolted, not looking for a confrontation. Sorry I fucked your dad never seems to work, especially when you are barely older than they are.

I quickly exited running by his office and yelled, “Gotta go, sorry.” I was sorry but I couldn’t undo it now. What was done was done. I jumped in my car and started backing out. I slammed it into drive but Patrón came running out and banged on my hood. I stopped and then looked back at the barn. His daughter and friend were standing in the door glaring at me, arms crossed. I waved at him to move, but he refused to move out from in front of the car. I rolled my window down and he came around to the driver’s side. He said, “Here. Please take this” He slipped me €300 folded up. Well I never mentioned money although he had always paid me before. €1,000 the first time and €500 every time since. That was my rate for 3 hours when I was a sex worker. Anyway, I wasn’t going to reject it. And it wasn’t insulting. It more than paid back my massage which was great. I said, “Thanks, sorry for the trouble with your daughter.” He shrugged.