Tony’s Place Parts [1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hc369f/tonys_place_part_i_mf_age_gap_multiple_orgasm/), [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hckk36/tonys_place_part_ii_mf_cons_sexual_tension_toy/), and [3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hdbcf2/tonys_place_part_iii_mf_oral/)
It’s a gorgeous late summer evening. I’m at Tony’s place for the third time. He invited me over for an alfresco dinner on his patio – turns out that man could cook. I’m not surprised. I sip the last of my wine and lick my spoon clean of lemon sorbet as he clears the table. I admire his forearm muscles flexing as he balances a stack of dishes and watch him stride away to the kitchen with his long legs. We just had such a delightful meal, I could truly talk to Tony forever. That is, of course, until we inevitably move things to the bedroom.
Even for a simple home cooked meal, I’m dressed up to see him. A wrap dress is held in place on me by a bow at my waist. I love this style, mostly because I want Tony to unwrap me like a present later.
With the patio clean, I sit back with my legs up on the railing. I know Tony can see my athletic, freckled thighs from his spot inside. I hope he’ll come scoop me up and bring me to his bed, or better yet, start by getting me going outside. I’ll wait for him to come fetch me.
A few minutes pass, I miss him. I’m eager, impatient. What could be taking so long? Then I hear music. He’s put on a record in the living room. I feel him approach me from behind, placing his broad hands on my shoulders.
“Why don’t you come inside?” he invites. He plants a tender kiss on my neck before I stand.
Hand in hand he leads me to the living room. I can’t resist a dance, I tug his hand a little. *Turn towards me. Yes, follow my lead.* We sway back and forth. Tony first grips me by the hips, then by my ass as we dance together. I throw my head back with delight. He takes initiative and traces from my collarbones down to my cleavage in wet, sloppy kisses. He moves one large hand to the small of my back, while the other hand digs into my ass, grabbing a greedy handful. While he’s stooped down, face buried in my chest, I nuzzle my nose in his silvery hair. I inhale his woodsy musk. *Enjoy being clean for now, it’s not going to last long.* I couldn’t be more turned on.
Tony leans too far into me, his tall frame knocks me off balance. He catches me easily, but we both stumble to the couch. That’s alright, I wanted to end up here anyways. I practically land on top of him, not by mistake. This is perfect for making out. Tony’s hands glide up my smooth legs, I knew they’d caught his attention.
I sit up tall in a straddle on Tony’s lap. I want him to work his hands further up my thighs to my junction. By sitting up though, I’ve thrust my breasts into his face. He takes the wrong cue and moves his hands to my chest, filling his palms with my plump tits. He pops them out from the wrap one at a time. His squeeze is perfect, but it’s not what I’m craving. He’s guiding my nipples to his mouth when I step in.
“Not so fast. Your hands are needed elsewhere,” I direct.
Tony looks up at me surprised, a devious smile crosses his face. He stretches the dress back over my tits.
“Yes, ma’am,” he obliges in a mock-submissive tone. “Where to next?”
He’s humouring me. He doesn’t think I can be demanding. I clear my throat.
Guiding him by the wrists, I place one on my upper thigh and one right on my warm centre. His fingertips come to the fabric of my damp thong. “There. You don’t leave those spots until I tell you to.”
Tony’s face lights up with intrigue. He wants to see where this is going. So do I.
I feel Tony’s fingers squeeze my thigh in a massage. He ever so slightly applies pressure to my clit with a slow rub. I’m still straddling him, but I shift to the side and drop back, laying on the couch seat. One leg is over Tony’s lap, one his behind him.
Tony shifts to face me. “Like that?” He wants more prompts.
“Mmhmm, yes… keep going…” It’s hard to concentrate. I remember what needs to be done next. “Take off my panties.”
“Right away.” He rips them off, only removing his finger from my clit for a split second.
“Mmm… very good. Sometime in the next two minutes, finger me. But don’t tell me when you’ll do it. Surprise me.”
Tony and I both know he doesn’t need my instructions. He’s an experienced lover, and he’s gotten to know my body well lately. He knows what I want even before I do. But right now this is exciting and new. *Who knows, maybe I could be a dom, I’ll never know unless I try.*
My frame jolts as Tony slides a thick finger in me. I let out a loud, slow, satisfactory exhale as I settle in around his finger. He slides in another. In and out, warming me up, stretching me out. It’s a slice of heaven on Earth.
“What now, ma’am?” He’s teasing me – that cheeky, sexy bastard.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to.” I snap, instantly regretting my stern tone. Maybe I’m not cut out for this.
Tony raises an eyebrow at me, but he compliantly stays silent.
I guide the hand that’s on my thigh to my clit. I could use two hands working my pussy right about now. I’m starting to get real wet and the juices are flowing. That gives me an idea… “Show me the fingers that are inside me.”
Tony and I are locked in a stare, me on my back and him looking down at me. He pulls his fingers out and brings the up between our faces to my view. He never stops circling my clit.
“Suck on them.” Tony obeys.
Without breaking eye contact, he slides his fingers in his mouth, and sucks them clean of my cream like the last drag on a popsicle stick. The visual gives me the shivers, it’s so fucking hot. My cunt swells and pools with wetness. Tony is great at following orders.
The music stops, the record needs to be flipped. Tony looks at me for direction.
“I’ll allow you to get up.”
Tony takes a beat before standing up. He’s contemplating something.
He doesn’t walk towards his console; he instead walks to the doorway of his bedroom. He leans against the door frame and turns to look at me.
“Get in here,” he states with authority. His voice bellows, his teasing tone is gone. I stare at him in shock. He’s turning the tables. I’m infinitely more turned on. He smirks provocatively, there’s a spark in his eye I’ve never seen before. “Don’t make me say it twice, young lady. You’re already in trouble. Do what I say and I’ll be good to you.”
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