Before we start, it just occurred to me that I might have been confusing (or worse, upsetting) people in part one of this, by using the word uglies pretty much indiscriminately. For the record, uglies is a word we use between ourselves to mean all those people who I wouldn’t normally look at twice, never mind fuck.
Some of them have been old (fifties and sixties) some have been fat, some have been smelly, some rude and unpleasant, some have had bad teeth, big noses, crossed eyes, some had all of the above.
So under that general umbrella, they fall into two main groups.
When Rog saw how much I enjoyed the sex with Ugly Dave, it turned him on so much that we started doing it whenever there seemed a shortage of fit young men, and now we never go home empty-handed: there’s always SOMEONE I can fuck.
Rog finds my willingness to fuck an ugly rather than go without very horny, and luckily enjoys the spectacle as well – he likes seeing me cum with an ugly old guy more than with a fit young man, because he says it’s so horny know that just about ANYTHING in my pussy will make me cum. Seems perfectly natural to me, but there you are.
But the ones I choose for myself when there’s no-one I actually WANT to fuck , but I’m gagging so much I cant go home without a shag aren’t what you’d call really ugly. I mean, obviously I tend not to go looking for the most unpleasant or ugliest man I can find, rather the best of a bad bunch, but sometimes there’s nothing for it but a guy I really don’t want, and it was this kind of behaviour that led to the creation of the second group.
Rog decided the ones I chose weren’t really UGLY, and there was nothing for it but to do it himself, and ever since he’s been trying to find someone so unacceptable that I’d refuse straight out, or maybe that no amount of fucking would make me cum. Nothing but the worst is good enough for me when it’s his turn to choose. Sometimes he chooses and I fetch, which puts them back into the first group , because I don’t have the heart to tell them the truth, and so they think I fancy them. Nowadays Rog mostly just goes off and gets someone himself, and he tells them from the beginning that I’m going to fuck them because I have to, not because I want to. Usually he tells them I lost a bet, and this is how I have to pay him, and amazingly most believe that, but then most people will believe what they want to believe, and this lot just want to believe they’re going to get laid. Other times, Rog says that he’s caught me with a lover and this is my penalty.
They are far and away the most exciting ones, mostly because it’s very arousing being fucked by a man who knows you don’t want him to, but you won’t stop him or complain afterwards.
The first group are still fun though, but in different ways. Usually I have to have a little feel of their cock while we’re dancing, and let them get a hand up my skirt, just to convince them I’m serious abut taking them for a fuck, and the looks you get from other people when you’re being fingered by the ugliest, oldest, baldest, biggest-nosed bloke in the room can be very horny in itself.
Sometimes just walking out of the bar or club with them is a real turn on because you can see people looking and thinking no, she’s not going to do it with HIM is she, and with all that going on I’m already very wet and a little bit exited before we get anywhere close to fucking.
I’ll be honest here. A good few people we’ve met through the internet and in swinger clubs and normal bars have suggested that we’re posh. Nice job, nice house, nice car, decent clothes and a bit of cash. That kind of posh, rather than public-school posh. But I don’t dress slutty, I always dress well, and I’ll admit to being aware that I look good when we’re out clubbing. No-one expects to see me snogging a dribbly old drunk, or a middle-aged fatty, or a tattooed ASBO slob (yes, done all of those), and you definitely get some very curious and pointed looks. And when I see people looking at me like that it makes me worse, and I kiss harder, longer and deeper, if I haven’t unzipped him I will, and if he hasn’t got his hand in my knickers I put it there, see how they like THAT. It’s wicked, and wickedly horny.
Incidentally, the difficult bit for me is the kissing, especially if they’re really not very nice to look at, but luckily its normal to kiss with your eyes closed, so that helps. And as you know, kissing always gets me wet, so once we’ve started with that I know its going to be okay. And if I keep my eyes closed and don’t think about it, a hand up my skirt has the same effect whoever it belongs to.
In the beginning I always used to watch, though, and was always surprised at how seeing an ugly old man fumbling into my knickers and getting his crinkly fingers in between my pussy lips could look (and feel) so horny, but sometimes it also makes me THINK yuk, even if it FEELS wow.
Rog has filmed it a couple of times and I’ve got to say that I can see why he likes it, because watching an attractive woman get excited about being fingered by a scabby old bloke is a big turn-on. It’s all wrong and taboo, and looks amazing.
Of course not all our uglies are old and wrinkly. Some are thirties, but have just not been lucky with their looks, some are a bit unpleasant as people (just no social skills and saying all the wrong things). One or two have been even younger, mid twenties lager louts, people you’d avoid in the street and wouldn’t speak to in a pub. In all honesty I have to tell you that opening my legs for someone like that IS a thrill, I can’t deny it, even if it’s probably just because it’s outside the bounds of normal behaviour.
I think most of them have very little experience of women and sex, so they can get quite rough. Usually they’re just over-excited, and get clumsy as a result, but that’s so different to the norm that it’s horny as well. And as you know I do like a man who cums quickly, as long as he gets hard again quickly, and those ones usually do. And you know I’ve twice had men go off in my hand, spunk all up my dress, on my legs and knickers, everywhere, and I say don’t worry, I’ll get it back again, and as soon as it’s in my mouth it goes off again. Which is, I have to say, almost horny enough to make me cum without being touched.
Lying back with my legs apart being finger-fucked by an ugly bloke and finding that it has pretty much exactly the same effect as a handsome young one is always interesting, exciting and to be honest, rude. Doing it with any stranger is a bad thing, doing it with the 50-year-old room service waiter who’s strange and cranky enough to be working night shift in a Ramada hotel in Birmingham is even ruder. So although I ought to be disinterested and perhaps even slightly repulsed by some of these guys, in fact I find them extra exciting, and by the time we’re getting down to a fuck I really do want their cock. Not any cock, but specifically their cock, and it always feels good going in and I always enjoy the fuck. Roger always finds it fascinating that though I start out by wanting any old cock, once the guy has had his fingers in me and I’ve handled and sucked his cock, THAT’S the one I want, and though Rog has offered to go first or instead, it’s not him I want.
And I always cum too, no matter how quick they are or how long they take, no matter if its an average cock or a whopper. (Yes, lucky for me, ugly blokes can have big cocks too, which is always a bonus, but even quite average ones will give me screaming orgasms). Incidentally there’s usually a lot of big-cocked old and ugly guys in swinger clubs (maybe because it’s easier for them to get a fuck) and several times over the past few years I have really enjoyed getting on my knees to suck a fat old bloke with a monster cock while a dozen or so watchers try to decide whether they are aroused or horrified by what they’re seeing.
So that’s the group you can call the chosen ones, so to speak, and I know I’ve disappointed a lot of people who were hoping I’d just close my eyes, grit my teeth and think of England while hating every second, until he sensations of being fucked took control and I start to enjoy it. Yes there IS an element of that, for sure, but it’s not the major component. And it’s more noticeable with the ones who Roger chooses and who believe I’m not really looking forward to it.
These ones are far more exciting, for lots of reasons. Once or twice, Rog hasn’t even told me who it is he’s chosen, so I spend all evening looking around trying to guess, but don’t find out until we leave the bar or club and whoever it is suddenly pops up beside me.
But whenever I find out who it is, the situation is completely different, because these ones have a relationship with Rog, not with me, and they treat me completely different to the guys in the first group, probably because they’re embarrassed about agreeing to fuck someone who would rather not be fucked by them. Whatever the reason, they always remain quite cool and distant, and usually don’t bother to make friends so much. Interestingly, almost no-one has ever asked if I’m okay with it, or if I wanted to leave. I guess most men don’t really care about the niceties if they’ve been offered a shag.
In fact if we just go out to the car and have a quickie, they talk to Roger far more than to me, Rog saying where do you want her and him saying over the bonnet, bent over the wing or whatever, like I wasn’t even there.
Some of them take control once we reach the car or wherever we’re going, and get me positioned and so on, but some just stand and watch while Rog bends me over, lifts my skirt and pulls my knickers down, really making me an offering, which is so horny the insides of my thighs are dripping. And then the guy just puts it in and fucks me.
Luckily I’m always a bit wet and lucky the situation is horny, but it’s the closest thing to what most guys I talk to on yahoo imagine it to be like for me – just a hard cock going straight in, no preparation, so the pussy’s not ready, not expecting it, and it makes you suck your breath in with surprise – and it’s just a THING when it’s inside, quite an odd, dead feeling.
Even when they start to fuck me it feels odd, bent over being fucked by some weirdo from a bar, with no connection, conversation, no involvement, no kiss, no touching, no contact other than his cock inside me. But biology takes over pretty quickly, and I usually start yelling and cumming in a couple of minutes, often well before he does, but even when the guy cums first I always WANT his cum, I always WANT to know I made him cum, and feeling him spurting in me always makes me cum too.
If we are living in luxury and we go back to a hotel room, they usually take a bit more time – given the chance I think they all like the sensation of control and ownership, they like to look and feel and play around with the body and then fuck afterwards, and usually being stared at and pawed by a guy who’s old enough to be my grandfather or ugly enough to be in a circus makes my pussy very, very wet indeed.
Sometimes when they fuck me (and especially when they do it straight away) I try not to feel anything, try to make it so nothing will happen, but it’s almost always pointless, and I just can’t help liking it, loving the feel of a cock going in and out, and after a couple of minutes I’ll have my knees high and wide, and before long I’m holding on and pulling them in, and though I don’t always kiss or show affection, I get them to fuck me harder and harder, and I will cum, sometimes 2 or 3 times before he does, sometimes at the same moment.
And because I love the feel of a cock inside me when I’m all slippery with spunk, I’m always ready for him to fuck me again once he’s cum, and the slightest sign of hardness or movement will get me going again, all needy and wriggling. That’s the bit Roger really loves best – me WANTING an ugly to fuck me, and encouraging, sucking and wanking him hard and then pulling him into me. He says seeing me open my legs and steer some old guy’s cock into myself is a horny thing to do, and looks hornier still.
I know it feels horny having that hard cock squelching in, especially when the guy looks like a cross between Frankie Howerd and Lurch, and in that second fuck I usually can’t help letting myself go and enjoying the fuck as loudly and as much as if it was Brad Pitt. And it feels as good to completely lose the plot while being fucked stupid by an ugly bloke as it does with a pretty one, and that’s the truth.
Now, of course, Rog really wants me to take on a bunch of oldies and uglies, that’s his current fantasy, like blondewife38 and the 7 dwarfs or something, and knowing him I’m sure he’ll find a way to make it happen some day.
Meanwhile, since we’re answering questions I’ve been asked, I think the ugliest bloke of them all was the tramp on my blog – filthy dirty and smelly, as well as not even slightly handsome.
There have been several ugly ones we’ve had from clubs who stand out in my memory, especially a guy Rog chose when we were in a club in Blackpool, mid 30’s, bushy black beard (not my favourite thing, big beards) red face, piggy little eyes, very hairy ears and nostrils as well as hairy hands, fat as you like, not very tall, and quite an unpleasant man as well.
Rog brought him over to me and he immediately started fondling my bum while talking to Rog about me. He never even said hello to me, just assumed I’d do as I was told. I think he was one of the ones Rog had told this was my punishment for infidelity – fucking someone Rog chose.
Back in the hotel room he told me to take my dress off and made me play with myself till I came so I’d be ready for him,. Then he got his cock out and made me suck it while he fingered me very roughly, and then he told me to kneel on the bed in front of him while he fucked me without even taking his trousers off. When he finished he told Rog he was glad to have been of assistance and left without saying goodbye to me.
I started off disliking him quite a lot, but it’s a fact that lying on the bed fingering my pussy while he ordered me to do things and watched carefully was very horny, and it did make me cum even though I was hoping it wouldn’t, not least because once I start I tend to do it again and again, which I was also hoping to avoid, but without success. It happened again when he fingered me (although he was so clumsy and rough it probably wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t also been sucking his cock at the same time) and a couple of times when he was fucking me.
Then when he was ready to cum himself he made me ask for it, made me ask for his cum in me, which I hated doing because I didn’t want him to think for one second that I actually wanted him to cum in me.
But at that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to feel his cock and balls jerk as he sprayed inside me, and so I couldn’t help asking, and asking again when he didn’t do it and finally begging and pleading for him to cum in me, go on, cum now, cum inside, and eventually he did, making a noise like a horse, snorting and blowing, almost drowning out my yells as I was enjoying the feel of his spunk splattering hotly inside me and cumming for the fifth time.
Rog thinks it’s a bit like rape, and it is, but then again, it isn’t, because I’m only doing it because I choose to, even if Blackbeard (and all the others) didn’t know that. So I can walk away at any time, or say no to anyone at any time. But I haven’t yet, and I can’t see it being very likely. There’s nothing more exciting than showing your husband how much you like having a complete stranger fuck you to a screaming orgasm, unless it’s showing how much you want his spunk. And his cock, again, and again. Slut, I know, but it’s too late to change.
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