Chapter 2 of my Autobiography

My job was progressing to the point that I started to look for more opportunities. Other doctors had asked if I could handle their medical billing on a part time basis. That led me to realize that with little expenditure I could start a medical billing service. I talked to my bosses and we agreed that I would continue handling their office on a two day a week basis and could take on other clients. I got an office and hired a few girls to do the data and typing work. An attorney pointed out that if I hired the handicapped I could run the business almost tax free. From that day I always hired handicapped people.

Business was great so I started branching out and opened an office in the San Fernando Valley. A year later I bought a house in the Hollywood hills and moved. The house had a pool and deck overlooking the Los Angeles basin. It was completely shielded from the neighbors. When I remodeled I did so with a few extras that appealed to my sense of sex is fun.

I started dating in the Los Angeles area and through one friend and another I began going to parties in the movie and television industry. Though I stayed above the fray, I managed to screw around as much as I wanted.

I absolutely refused to have any guilt about sex. Truthfully I was fucking up a storm. Hell, everybody I knew was either bar hopping or having quicky affairs. Picking up guys or, as they thought, letting them pick you up was socially acceptable. I dated a lot of movie and TV people. I learned one thing about myself – I loved to have sex. Oh, shit, let’s be honest here: I didn’t “make love” or “have sex,” I FUCKED! It was as simple as that. If I liked a man, if I was turned on by him, if he wasn’t gay, we fucked, period! And did I fuck some champions. Movie stars, writers, directors, I went everywhere. I was fun, I was attractive, I had a great body and I was great in bed. I also had absolutely no guilt or demands. Didn’t call me again, hey, that’s his problem, not mine. I learned early on that if you make demands, you do not get called back. So I lived life for my own enjoyment.

I also was moving in a crowd that was, to use the obvious word, quite “fast.” This taught me a few important lessons. The first, and most obvious, was “Keep your mouth shut.” It’s amazing how quickly people learn that you gossip or tell tales and how quickly they stop calling. The second was “Absolutely no married men.” This is death on wheels. The third was that “If you take pictures of yourself fucking keep them in your safe, no one elses.” The fourth was to “Know a good doctor.” In those days everything could be cured by a shot in the ass. Because of that I started keeping a diary. That way I could recall who had the clap and who I might have to call. As I couldn’t have children, that was never a worry. It’s from those diaries that I’m going to write in this blog. Sorry, but I’ll never mention a name.

The final thing I learned was so much easier in those days before the instant communication of the internet.. “Keep your sex life as private as you can.” Remember that I was working for doctors. I don’t think they would continue to hire me if they knew I would fuck anybody. One thing that women who are liberal in their sex partners know is that many of their friends will not approve, for whatever reason. Early on I started becoming friends with a very small circle of women like me, women who, shall we say, were into fancy fucking. I call them my sex friends and if I need a fix-up for a man from out of town I’ll call one of them. Besides, I truly don’t think the ladies in my professional associations would really fit in. Some might want to, but ...

Over the years I discovered that I loved to gamble. I started going to Las Vegas, Reno or Lake Tahoe about once a month. I hit a super slot machine jackpot in Vegas some years ago (I came in my pants when I saw the four reels line up). It pays for my fun and games as I’m a very conservative investor!

I also started dressing sexier and sexier, but never for work, of course. At work I was all business. As my sex life and sexual ability was becoming more proficient, I found that I needed and wanted more. Up until this time I had not even thought of having more than one man at a time.

That changed while I was in Hawaii on vacation.

I was on the beach protecting myself from burning to a crisp which redheads do even when its cloudy. Underneath a large towel I had on a very sheer, one piece white bathing suit which left little or nothing to the imagination, my nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. I had started shaving my pussy so that was never a problem in showing through. After a while two guys came over. They were quite nice looking and in their late thirties. We started chatting. They asked me for lunch and I said great. When I stood up and uncovered to pick up my bag, towel and books, they whistled.

We had lunch and palled around the rest of the day. Sex was never mentioned except for the funny innuendos that usually come up. Later in the afternoon they asked if I would join them for dinner. Arrangements were made to meet in the lobby at eight. I napped and showered. I had thought about fucking the older one, but it was really just a passing thought. It never occurred to me that this evening would add a whole new dimension to my sex life. I dressed in a green, low cut dress with great cleavage and met them in the lobby.

We had dinner, went to a show and ended up in the hotel bar. They suggested we finish off the evening with the bottle of champagne that they had in their suite. Truthfully, by now I had a buzz on and was very horny so we went to their suite.

The bottle of champagne was opened and we sat around gazing out the terrace door at the ocean. After awhile we started talking about sex. They made it clear that they wanted to go to bed with me. I thought that would be fun. They got undressed and asked me to choose who was first. There were these two fabulous cocks staring me in the face. I started undressing leering at their cocks and getting more aroused by the minute. After I undressed I stood in front of them and let them fondle my breasts. I sat them on the couch and leaned over in between them so they could each suck my nipples and play between my legs. I kneeled between them and starting sucking their cocks, switching back and forth. They both came in my mouth and I came too.

Finally we went into the bedroom. I laid on the bed and, after they had sucked my nipples some more, one got on top of me. In mid fuck I started sucking the other one.

Discovery time! I loved it!!!! I got on my knees so one could fuck me doggie style and I sucked the other one off under me. Then we rested and they reversed positions. I came and came and CAME! I had never had such powerful orgasms.

For the rest of my vacation I fucked the two of them continuously. Mornings I would get up and suck each of them off. Then we would shower and they would fuck me in relays. In the afternoon I would double fuck and suck them. At night they would eat me until I started shrieking. Finally I took one in my cunt and one in my ass and went into sexual nuttyness. I am a screamer and one hell of a noisy fuck! Jesus, did I love it. Just getting double fucked by these two guys was shear heaven and could they keep it up.

I discovered that having two men was fabulous. Anyway, that's how I started swinging. Since then I have group fucked and gang banged whenever I want to. It is always my decision and my decision only. I love group sex and will take on the field. OK, so I am a bit wild, but I love my life style, just as I love sex and everything that goes with it. I have always kept my sex life completely separate from my serious life. The ladies in my professional association or in the charities I work on NEVER would dream about what my other life is like. Though I am sure a few of them would love to find out AND participate.

Do I think I'm a slut, well, probably, in the 50's definition of the word. Do I think I'm a fallen women? The only falling I do is to my knees in front of a cock that I want to suck. Do I think I'm a whore? Hell no! I live my life, my way, and have absolutely no recriminations about it. I have tried it all - straight and kinky. I love everything that has to do with sex, well nearly everything.

I have been fucked by monster cocks and itty-bitty cocks. Cock size has absolutely nothing to do with fucking. Sure a big cock can be a turn on for a woman just like big breasts are to a man, but fucking, that's all attitude. I once fucked two midgets and they were fantastic. They were so small that I got one of their cock and balls in my mouth with room to spare, but when they fucked, ecstasy. I have also fucked a super monster that left me cold. I have fucked instant shooters that were great lovers and guys who just could not cum but could stay hard for ever that were miserable in bed. As I said, real “fucking” is all mental and depends on your attitude.

It's like breast size. The bigger the breasts does not mean the hotter the lady. I once knew a woman who was flat as the proverbial board yet the guys stood in line to date her. Simply stated she was one of the world's greatest fucks. She had the right attitude.

When I bed a man I am not looking for lasting relationships, I'm looking for an orgasm. If he doesn't respect me in the morning, who cares, I may not respect him that much either. Besides, I probably will not see him again. The few men that I have had a continuing relationship with consider themselves damn lucky, as do I.

I keep my sexual fun and games secret except from a few very select people. I have a complete separate identity for my sexual exploits. Basically no one who picks me up or who I pick up for sex knows my real name, address or telephone number. I am not interested in a “relationship” with these men. I, just like them, only want to get fucked. In fact, when I go to Las Vegas, the only people who know my real name are the Casino Managers and Credit Managers. They must, but they are used to keeping information like that highly confidential and they do. The Casino Managers know that I gamble for high stakes, am willing to let men pick me up and bed me. No one, and I mean no one, in Las Vegas management or employ has ever bothered me. In fact, they have protected me on the few occasions that I have been bothered. They know me as Carla R and it stays that way.

Many years ago I renewed my acquaintance with my cousin, Terri. Terri and I have had a lot of adventures as our enjoyment of sex appears to run in the family. I’m going to blog a few stories about our good times.

Though I have many friends, both male and female, those female friends near home who know the Carla side of my life actually comprise only a few. They are my cousin, Terri, who is as wild as me, a sixty year old woman, Mitzi, who looks 35 and Vickie, a nurse who I adore, and a couple of others. All of them fuck like gang busters. I was the one who broke Mitzi out of her shell, but that is another story. Terri and I discovered our mutual enjoyment of bed sports one weekend when we were both in Las Vegas, which is also another story. It must run in the family. Vickie I met in Alaska and we became super friends. The four of us are fast friends and see each other often. We have participated in orgies on many occasions.

Out of town I have a few friends, male, female and couples, who call me periodically and we meet in Nevada or elsewhere for weekends of fancy fucking.

Since I started my business it became very successful. I sold out a few years ago and now just play at being retired. I also hit a second super jackpot. I know I’ve been lucky.

Over the years I started writing about my experiences. I was dating a writer who had become successful. One day I was in his library and took down a loose leaf notebook. It was filled with sex stories that were wild. He came in and got bright red from embarrassment. He explained that he had written and sold these stories when he was just beginning. I read a few and said, “Hell, I can write this stuff! Besides, I have the experiences.” I wrote out a few and showed them to him. He said, “Hey, Carla, these are dam good.” He called a couple of magazines and I sold my very first story, “The Ladies who Gang Bang” based on the Beverly Hills Ladies-Who-Lunch type. After that I turned out about one every few months and submit them. I probably sell a third, the others just take up disk space until I rewrite them and resubmit them. I also write the letters found in magazines, you know, the ones that tell about the gal who screwed the three lifeguards or the guy who was hitchhiking and, well you get the picture. Pin money, but great fun. This same writer friend got me started on legitimate writing.

I’m going to use this blog to write about some of my experiences. I have year’s worth of the times in the past when you fucked for fun and you didn’t risk dying from it. I hope you enjoy what I tell. The sexual revolution freed many women from being crabby in bed. We lived for the moment and enjoyed ourselves.

I have no regrets for my past life. It has been fun, frenzied, and wild. Throughout I have kept my sense of humor and reality. I have never permitted myself to get bitter as many women do. Some may not approve, that's their privilege. I do not consider that I am doing something wrong because it is I who is doing it, besides it is just none of their fucking business. I firmly believe that the enjoyment of sex is individual. Admittedly, what with the new medical problems, I have cut down on my sexual adventures and am super careful now, but I still participate, just with much more caution.