It was nearing eleven o’clock on Tuesday night as I hugged my girlfriends goodbye and headed to my car. As I made my way through the quiet parking lot, I realized I was not ready to drive home just yet. I only had a few glasses of wine, but I was feeling happily buzzed. It was the first warm night since winter, so I decided to take a stroll around the city.
The streets were empty and quiet except for the sound of intoxicated people chatting and laughing over cigarettes outside a nearby bar. The Pinot Grigio and spring breeze had me feeling carefree and confident, and I didn’t want the night to end.
As I checked the cost of an Uber and considered going to the bar, I received a Tinder message from a 39-year-old named David. It was nothing too exciting—just a generic response to my generic opening line. I noticed he was less than a mile away, so I asked him if he wanted to hang out. His address was the fourth and final message in our exchange.
*What has gotten into me? What the hell am I thinking?* I thought as I approached the entrance to his condominium. I met his gaze through the lobby doors, and I immediately knew I wanted him. I’ve always been attracted to older men but never dated or slept with anyone outside early twenties. After years of silently wondering if hot older men have equally dirty thoughts about me, I was finally pursuing my naughty desire.
We exchanged some playful banter on the way up to his place, and I could already tell there was strong chemistry between us. I felt so sexy and turned on as I caught a glimpse of him checking me out in the elevator reflection. I wanted to turn around and pull his body into mine, but I thought it would be fun to let the sexual tension hang in the air for a bit longer.
I slipped out of my heels and set aside my purse while David poured two glasses of wine. He was friendly and polite as he showed me around, but his attitude seemed to change once we got into the bedroom.
“Sit on my lap,” David said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“What?” I laughed a little nervously. His sudden commanding tone caught me off guard.
“I want you to sit on my lap.”
I set aside my wine, turned around, and sat on his lap. As I felt his hard cock pressing on my ass, he grabbed my chest and ran his hands all over my neck and breasts. His strong hands made his way down my torso and slowly took off my belt. By now my hips were automatically moving back and forth. I loved teasing and grinding my body against his cock over our clothes, but I needed more. After giving me goosebumps with his tongue and teeth on my neck and ear, he effortlessly picked me up and put me down in front of the bed.
“Take your clothes off.”
Another command. I happily obliged.
“Open your legs.”
I faced him and shifted my feet apart, suddenly feeling a little cold without my clothes. I could feel my nipples getting harder. David must have noticed too because he stood up to tease them with his tongue. He slowly licked and nibbled on my tits as his hand slid down my torso to my pussy. I could feel my cheeks getting hot and flushed as he touched me everywhere except my pussy.
After a minute of running his hands between my thighs, squeezing my ass, and massaging my neck, he put his hand on my pussy.
“I know,” I said as his eyes met mine. I could tell he was about to comment on my soaking wet pussy. I could hardly take it. The anticipation was mouthwatering.
I guided him back to the edge of the bed and removed his belt and pants as fast as I could. I slowly and deliberately licked him from the tip down his shaft to his balls. I wanted him to ache for his cock in my pussy as badly as I did.
He held my hair and gently massaged my neck as I took more of him in my mouth. I don’t know how long I was licking and sucking and playing with his cock, but spit was dripping from my chin as he pulled my face up to meet his.
He put his finger in my mouth, and I sucked it for a moment before he put it in my pussy. My breath deepened as he slowly fucked me with his finger. He inserted another and began to do it harder. I couldn’t help but moan and move my hips.
All of a sudden, he started finger fucking me so fast and so hard I felt dizzy. I started to pull back a bit, and he held me down with his hand around my throat. I started sucking and biting a bit on his fingers to keep from being too loud. Before I knew it my body felt so hot and euphoric, and I squirted for the first time.
I was amazed. I didn’t know my body could do that. David had a pleased look on his face as he looked at me from head to toe.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said with a smile.
“You too,” said David as he leaned down for a slow French kiss, “but I’m not done yet.”
After he grabbed something from his nightstand, he pulled my body to the edge of the bed once more. He put his fingers back inside me and grinned.
“What?” I asked. He looked like he knew something I didn’t.
He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. It wasn’t long before I understood that mischievous smile. With two fingers slowly going in and out of my wet pussy, he used his other hand to lightly touch a vibrator to my sensitive clit.
To be continued… :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bf9zxe/i_get_delightfully_dominated_and_used_by_an_older