So what is The Pimped Out Mistress name all about?

This whole thing started years ago…many years, thirty or so…. At a young age i was buying penthouse magazines and fascinated by the beautiful women and the men with the cocks id never seen in person. Id ride down to the local convenience strore and buy my penthouse and run home with it and lock myself in my room while looking at pictures and rubbing my young pussy til i squirted on the floor. Id go back later and read the forums of sexual escapades and be swept away in my head imagining myself in these scenerios. I hid my magazines because i wasnt old enough to buy them but had managed an arrangement with a man at the store and he would let me buy the new issues with no problem. None of my friends seemed to share this interest. I would bring up small thngs to see if they too had a similar interest. None did so i thought i was alone in this addiction. There was no internet at the time so the magazines and my hands on myself were the only way i had of curing the twitch id get between my legs that would need to be addressed several times a day. I walked into a classroom one day and met the eyes of a boy and for whatever reason felt n my soul that he was a kindred spirit in this addiction of mine. He most definitely was and slowly started introducing me to blow jobs and finger fucking. One day at his mothers house he lifted my skirt and put his tongue on my clit and he sent me places id never been. Id squirt on his face and my pussy would be so wet he would lift his head after i got off and my pussy juice would be dripping from his chin. I look back now and feel sorry for him. His mouth was so great at sucking my cunt id hold his head mashed into my cllit until id cum. As we got older things progressed. We went to a movie and while waiting to be pcked up he motioned me outside and around a corner. I thpught we would just do our usual sucking and fingering but he lowered my shorts and panties to my ankles and told me to bend over. Before i knew it his young but massive cock was trying to f***e its way into my asshole. No lube, just a man sized cock in a virgin asshole behind the dumpster of a movie theater. I tried not to yell out but the pain was immense. I didnt want to deny him because the thought of his cock pumping in amd out of me had my pussy dripping and my mind racing. I wanted his cum inside me. Before long i felt his body jerk and his breathing changed and he let out a small moan. I felt his cum shoot up into my rectum and felt it burn the small rips his cock had made as it ran out of my ass. I was addicted to this boy. He thought like i did. He loved sex like i did. So many mornings id skip school just to go find him asl**p in his bed. I loved nothing more than findng his limp cock laying under his sheets and my mouth waking him up to a hard on. We never really fucked although he did pop my cherry on his dresser. The bl**d scared us both and we stopped before we got started. After a few years life took us different directions. I always wondered where he was, what he was doing, would he ever want to fuck me and fill my pussy with his huge dick. I was afraid id never know. Thirty years later through a string of strange events i found him on the internet. I was married but my addiction to this man was stronger than my twenty year marriage. I wrote to him and waited. He wrote back and before long the conversation turned to sex. He asked if id ever had a dp. I wasnt even sure what that was. I had been married to the preachers son for twenty years and the missionary position was all our sex life consisted of. I hadnt even had that in sixteen years. My husband wouldnt let me suck his cock or touch his balls and commented he didnt like all the wetness in my pussy. So just talking to my old friend was titllating but the conversations were enough to make me rub my pussy until i could get my mind on other things. A few days into us talking on the internet he mentioned meeting. I had told him id dreamed of him fucking me for all the years wed been apart. My pussy would throb at times needing his cock deep inside it. I was afraid he wouldnt like me and i found out he was married to a thin pretty model. What would he want with me? I put my fears behind me…it was a big step, cheating on the man i was legally married to, but even more worrisome was…would he even like me at all when we saw each other again. We decided on a date,a time and a location. I knocked on the door, my stomach full of butterflies. He opened the door and stood looking more gorgeous than he was last time i saw him. My heart dropped and fluttered all at the same time. I went in and we started talking and it wasnt long befoee i had to touch his cock. I rubbed it through his pants and it started growing and ran down onto his leg. This lump of dick in his pants was all i could think about. I hadnt even touched a cock in sixteen years and hadnt sucked one for twenty or so. I wasnt sure id even remember how to suck one or be any good at it. I dont remember what order things happened in but his cock ended up in my mouth, his hands up my pussy and his fingers doing the familiar flicking that always drove me wild. It ended with his cock finally plunging into my pussy and filling it deep and stretching the walls beyond their ability. We continued talking and he realized i had kinky thoughts that had yet to be fulfilled. He talked about a cinema where people had sex in booths and taking me there, about wanting me to fuck my first black cock, about wanting a gangbang and a train and a dp. It all sounded wonderful to me. It sounded like i wasnt alone in wanting these things and that i finally had a play partner, a sex buddy, who would use me for all the purposes id always wished to be used. He would pimp me out, id be his mistress whore. So thats how the name pimped out mistress originated. This is where our adventures started. That was six years ago. We are still adding to our adventures, we are still fulfilling fantasies of mine and of men we find along the way. During our time apart he had quite the life and had more sexual playing time than hugh hefner but learned what was great and where to go and how to do all the things id dreamt of. My biggest fantasy is being a whore for men who have never been able to live out their fantasy for whatever reason. I like to be their whore for the day and be used in new and different ways. The past six years are filled with sexcapades some would call kinky but i call the most fun of my life. The only regret i have is that i didnt let my inner whore out much sooner than i did. I have many years to make up for and many things left to accomplish on my sex bucket list. Check back in wirh me from time to time as i tell of our fuckings and whorings (past and future) and the places weve been and the people ive done. I have many stories to tell and many more left to live before i can tell about them. Im the whore, he likes watching the live porn, we live separate lives but are a match made in the sexual depauchery of hell.