I don’t even know this guy’s name. He’s a couple years older than me, about twice as much as he claimed. It’s okay, though. I can pretend I don’t notice and blame it on the alcohol. He drives a nice car, at least. He’s probably someone important like a lawyer, or fancy businessman. Well…I guess he could be a dentist going through a mid-life crisis, but that doesn’t matter to me.
All that matters is that he’s tall; he has broad shoulders and a wide chest; a bit chubby in the middle but he makes up for it with those cute-ass dimples of his. He speaks well – uses words I don’t really know – and I guess that turns me on too. There isn’t much time for speaking though.
His apartment is nice, but small. Definitely too small to earn him free sex but, since I’m already on my knees and everything, I might as well suck his cock.
He’s laid back on his couch. Already lazy. It’s not the worst thing in the world since I prefer to do all the work during a blowjob anyway. I slowly unbuckle his belt and drag my nails along his hips while I plant kisses along the inside of his thigh. I take my time but it’s only a few seconds before my cute, button nose is pressed up against the stiff bulge in his pants.
I love that thick, masculine scent and I can feel him throb with excitement as my lips kiss his cock over the two layers of fabric. He should probably slow down or else I won’t get to have any fun at all. That or I should hurry up…
His prick isn’t too bad. A bit on the short side, but fat. I can only just barely get my fingers around it as I guide the tip into my mouth.
He gasps loudly as I taste him. His crown is pretty distinct and I have to admit it’s fun to slide my lips over his cockhead. I can feel his hands in my hair already. I guess he’s not as lazy as he came across. I loved that about older men: they’re confident in what they have.
I move my lips a bit further down his shaft and let him fill my mouth a little. There’s salty precum on my tongue already but that only makes me suck hard as I wrap my lips snugly around his girth. I press my tongue against the underside of his cock and roll my head around slowly so I can use my palate to massage his tool.
He moans loudly and that’s my cue to attack him even more. I tilt my head back and look up at him. He’s in heaven. I press my tongue against the little strip of skin that connects his shaft and cockhead and I lick gently, stimulating it even as I suck hard on the bulbous tip.
His moans evolve into deep, low groans that flood my ears. Within seconds I go from being pleasantly wet to my panties being absolutely soaked. My lips stroke his shaft as my slutty little mouth eagerly milks his stiff prick.
I feel his fingers take hold of my hair and I’m forced to be his worthless little suckpet as he begins gyrating his hips into my mouth. His movements aren’t amateurish at all. They’re fluid, carrying the rhythm of a man whose been fucking regularly for decades. As he takes control and slides his own cock in between my parted lips, I start to consider that maybe he’s a bit more dangerous than I gave him credit for.
He pulls his cock free from my mouth and I let out a whimper of disappointment. I really want to be sucking this man’s cock right now but he forces me to be satisfied with a rough kiss that tastes strongly of alcohol. I comfort myself by sucking on his pickled tongue as his strong fingers probe between my legs and grab hold of my sex. God, he’s not gentle at all. He’s holding me by the throat now and I don’t even remember when he started doing that. All I know is that the way his fingers are digging into my pussy makes me clench so hard that I’d snap a broom handle.
The kiss ends and I’m left sitting on my heels. I’m breathing heavily, half-lidded, with my mind a hazy mess. I don’t even notice when he scoops me up but I know when I hit the sheets that I’m going too far again.
His fingers are deft. He’s been undressing slightly-drunk young women for years and it’s not long before my jeans are off and tossed somewhere into a dark corner of the room. He repays me for everything I’ve done by burying his head in between my thighs to prepare me for what’s to come.
He licks me slow. His tongue presses into my crevice and licks upward, agonizingly slowly, while his hands grab the back of my knees. I’ve gotten head before. I’ve even gotten good head. This man makes sure I know he’s eating pussy for his sake and that my own pleasure is only incidental. By the time he’s done sucking on my clit, it’s swollen and throbbing and I’ve probably left a puddle in his sheets.
“You didn’t cum, did you?” he asks, voice absolutely dripping with hot sex.
“No,” I whisper. I can feel his hands moving up my chest. I wish my breasts were bare but there’s no time for that. I can tell he wants sex and he wants it now. His fingertips enter my mouth and I suck on them before I tell him to fuck me.
He doesn’t waste a second. His thick cock slams into me and my wet hole happily accommodates him. He didn’t put on a condom and I don’t think I’ve ever cared less. I moan and tilt my head back; he reads me perfectly and grabs hold of my throat again, this time sinking his thumb and ring finger into the side of my neck.
My head swims as he fucks me. And he fucks me well. I can hear the noisy wetness of his prick thrashing in and out of my hole. He’s not hitting my deepest parts but he knows how to put his thick cock to work. He rolls his hips against me, stretching my entrance pleasantly while his hip bone puts pressure on my swollen clit. I’m no virgin but his technique is too much for me to handle and, within two minutes, I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist and reward him with my climax.
He’s won, and he knows it. He’s merciful, though, and slows his pace while I catch up. His kisses are practiced and he searches my neck for my weak points as I convulse and tremble beneath his weight. I finally collect myself enough to release him from my quivering legs.
I sit up and quickly get naked. I’m going to give him everything and he knows it. It’s why he’s teasing me by taking his time. He gets undressed slowly and by the time he’s done I’m on my knees at the edge of the bed. My ass is in the air and my hand is already massaging my clit. My hole is already bruised and reddened but he can do whatever he wants to it tonight. It’s his.
He grabs a handful of my hair and takes me from behind. He’s not gentle. He’s not passionate. He fucks the shit out of me. His prick slides its entire length in and out of me while I’m forced to look straight forward at the wall across from me. I’m lost in his savage thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping against my backside again, and again, and again has me lost in a trance of lust and I’m quite sure he knows that. He doesn’t relent, even as my ass starts stinging from the abuse and my pale skin becomes flushed an angry pink.
With a deep grunt, he climaxes. The selfish bastard doesn’t even do me the courtesy of pulling out, either. I can feel his hot, thick load spurt out inside me. The warmth splashes against my walls and soaks into my cunt before pooling against my hungry cervix. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He smacks my ass, satisfied, and I crawl to the pillows before collapsing onto my back. I’m breathing heavily, though I had done nothing more for the better part of the past fifteen minutes than let a man my father’s age absolutely brutalize my backside. He disappears for a few minutes and, when he’s returned, he’s showered up and ready to cuddle.
Damn. I might need to get his name, after all.
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Beautifully written!