WARNING!!! BISEXUAL STORY 21++, Erotic Story. My name is Gara. A 28 year old man. Pretty handsome face. Slanted eyes. Body stocky and tall. Has an art painting with a picture of panta on the left chest. After the tragedy of commotion with my wife, I decided to live alone in a rented flat. And this is where this story begins. As long as I lived alone, I wasn't just the mistress of a beautiful 45-year-old woman named Sofy. However, I was also attracted to young men aged 20 years, who often teased me.
Am I a bisexual man?
Heh, I didn't understand those words at first. But over time, I also understand it. I don't know where to start this story.
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Gara, my name. I am a 28 year old man. Known as a man who has a calm nature, smiles, can make other people feel comfortable.
My face is not very handsome, but that does not mean my face is not pleasant to look at.
I have a fairly good posture. Tall, stocky and full.
I'm married, but don't have children yet.
Long before I married my wife, I already worked in the Capital.
After the tragedy of a fierce debate with my wife, I left the luxurious house which was none other than my wife's house.
My wife's house is located in a neighboring city from the capital.
Now, I live alone in a rented house, with a room size of 4x4 meters.
For a married man, especially for myself, sex is an interest that must be fulfilled.
However, with my current existence without a wife, it makes it a little difficult for me to fulfill my sex drive. Made me masturbate myself several times.
Now, I don't want to pick and choose a woman anymore. Whether old or young. As long as the woman still looks beautiful, sexy, can understand the situation and can understand and not make things difficult for me, I will definitely want to serve her.
Tonight, I really feel bored. And right now, I'm in the bathroom.
I stared at my body for a moment. Looks stocky, broad chested, lightly hairy, the black shaft of my cock looks pretty big. There is also a tattoo painting depicting a butt sitting crouched, located on my left chest.
I immediately watered my muscular body with several dipper splashes. Then lather the body with bar soap.
After the shower, I immediately grabbed the towel and wrapped it over the bulge of my cock.
I stepped out of the bathroom.
I opened the wardrobe. Take panties, undershirt, long jeans, and short-sleeved shirt from the wardrobe. I immediately put all my clothes on.
Now I look neat and also my muscular body smells of perfume.
My right hand grabbed my work backpack. Carry him on his back.
I stepped out of the rented house. Close the door of the rented house and lock it.
I sat crouched in my pair of sport shoes.
"Hey! On a night like this, where are you going?"
I just finished tying my shoelaces. I stood up, looked at my rented house neighbor named Arya.
"I have an appointment with a client." I'm just saying reason.
"Oh, where do you want to meet?"
"Is." My answer is confidential.
"Yes, I'm leaving." I walked to the front of the rented house to my big motorbike.
"Yeah, be careful you, on his way?"
"Thanks bro."
"Hm.."
I immediately put on a helmet, landing my ass on the motorcycle seat. Immediately drove the motorbike out of the rented house.
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At 23.23 p.m.
I just parked my motorbike at the Vanilla Hotel. And this is the first time I visited this hotel.
I feel very curious, because it is said that in the discotheque that is in the Vanilla Hotel, there are many beautiful women who can usually serve men in bed.
Honestly, I was quite nervous going into it. I really feel nervous, because right now I'm alone.
I got off the motorbike. Take a deep breath. OK, I'll take it easy. Just like usual, when I come to another discotheque with my work friends.
I immediately got on the elevator.
Dub! Dub! Dub!
Suddenly I heard the sound of music being played by a DJ, when I just stepped into this discotheque. A colorful light can be seen always spinning around this room and always follows the rhythm of the DJ's music.
I saw a woman walking towards me who was still standing in front of the discotheque entrance.
From this distance, I looked at the beautiful woman with a sweet smile and watched her.
The woman looks beautiful, sexy, her body is slim, her hair is long and curly.
How can that woman not look sexy like that!
The woman wore a tight mini skirt, a shirt top and a black blazer. The woman also wore high heels which were quite high and pointy.
"Good evening, sir..." She said very softly in front of me.
"Yes, good night too, Mom." I smile.
His right hand floated in front of me. "Introduce, sir? My name is Mommy Sofia."
"Gara." I said while shaking hands with him, then let go of each other's hands slowly.
"Have you made an appointment?"
"Not yet Mom. I haven't made an appointment yet. This is my first time entering this hotel too." My words sound innocent.
"Oh, I see? Then, come sir, follow me?"
"Okay Mom."
The beautiful woman named Sofy turned her sexy body around.
Oh God, that ass is so sexy. Her two buttocks were seen very prominently, wrapped in her tight mini skirt. Instantly I swallowed hard.
"Come sir?"
"Ok Mom, come on." I said, stunned, looking behind me at Sofy who looked so seductive.
I walked following Sofy's leisurely steps.
Mommy Sofy took me to one of the round tables, which was not yet occupied by other visitors.
"Please sit down, sir?"
"Thank you, Mom." I sat in a small metal chair that could spin around. Putting the backpack on the floor, right next to my right leg.
Mommy Sofia, who was still standing to my right, immediately grabbed my backpack.
"Why put it on the floor, the backpack, sir? It'll get dirty." Mommy Sofy's right hand patted the buttocks of my backpack several times.
'You, not only beautiful. But also kind and very considerate.' Said in my heart.
Honestly, I feel cared for by him once. Instantly my heart fluttered feeling like him.
Ah, no-no. How could it be, Mommy Sofy likes me. Of course, Mommy Sofy also has a husband
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