Sunday afternoon, I had a date with Adam. We’re both aging punks with kinky imaginations and outrageous chemistry. He’s a bit taller than me, with wavy hair that’s starting to go gray at the temples and intense green eyes. I’ve got a chubby hourglass figure, with soft 38DDD tits and a firm ass shaped by lots of heavy lifting. We’ve reconnected via Tinder several times over the years because it’s hard to turn down such a good fit!
We’d fucked all afternoon. He brought out the waterproof pad and handfucked me into a whimpering puddle before shoving his very thick (and very pierced) cock into my waiting cunt. That’s his word- I’ve always been a pussy gal when it comes to dirty talk, but something about the way he says it makes me feel incredibly slutty. We fucked on and off, with breaks for me to clean my cum off of his cock with my tongue and swallow as much of him as my throat would allow.
Afterwards, he made me a nice dinner and we talked about boring adult shit for a while before turning to sex. I was just wearing my hoodie while waiting on my panties to dry. I asked what he was looking forward to in the future. He said that he couldn’t wait to fuck my face again. I love the way his expression goes hard when he gets dominant, and the way he pushes me just beyond my comfort zone. I can take all of him at my own pace, but the industrial piercing at the tip makes it a challenge when he holds my head down and just uses my mouth for his own pleasure.
I reluctantly dressed to go home. I was collecting the last of my belongings when he grabbed me by the shoulders and forcefully pushed me up against the door.
“Put your hands over your head.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
What’s a girl to do besides mumble “yes, sir” and obey?
He kissed me, hard. Then he bit my lip as he shoved a hand down my pants to play with my still-swollen clit. “So much for dry panties,” he said. He pushed one finger, then two, then who knows how many inside of me to abuse that one spot that can make me squirt all over anything and everything in the vicinity. I was worried that he would make me soak through my jeans before sending me away. Then I was turned on by the idea.
Then he stopped and pulled away, saying “that’s all you get!”
I like (ok, love) letting him dominate me, but I’m not his submissive and I don’t take orders unless I’m into it. And I was not about to let that slide. I grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to the nearby couch, tongues entwined and breathing getting heavy.
We tumbled onto the couch and continued making out while he fingered me. For some reason, the angle wasn’t right and I couldn’t get off. I put my fingers in his mouth and reached my own hand down my pants, hoping for a quick release. No luck.
“Get on your knees.”
I was into it, and I did. He unzipped his pants to reveal that perfect dick again, and I couldn’t wait to get it all the way to the back of my throat. I have to deep throat him to keep the metal ring from hitting my teeth, especially if he starts getting forceful. Which he does.
As he’s fucking my face, I’m frantically stroking my pussy and struggling to breathe with my mouth full. I’m bringing up lots of that thick blowjob saliva and it’s getting everywhere. I can feel it in my nose and against my lashes when I take him all the way down and my face is pressed to his belly. He grabs a fistful of my hair to hold me in place, and squeezes the fist tight enough to send a jolt to my pussy. Cunt. Whatever. It’s his and all I want is to cum for him. But still nothing.
He taps his other hand to my face, as if he might slap me. I hope he does even as alarm bells are going off in my head. I can tell that he likes my anticipation, and the blow never comes. Instead, he wipes the thick pool of spit from the base of his cock and smears it across my cheek and into my hair. It makes me feel slutty and used and I moan in pleasure for him. He does it again, and my face is getting as wet as my pussy. It’s a good thing I’ve learned to grab a breath while he is still in my mouth because he’s not letting me go anywhere. My eyes water.
I feel him pick up the pace and I double down on my own efforts to reach an orgasm. He has both hands in my hair. I have both hands in my pants. I am on my knees in front of him, sucking his cock with everything I have and trying so hard to make my poor pussy cooperate so I can get some relief.
He tenses, pushes me down, then floods my mouth with semen. It’s perfect. Just fucking perfect. I want all of him and I do my best to take every drop. As I come up, breathing hard, he once again wipes the mix of cum and spit and tears all over my face and tits.
He says “good girl” and pulls me into his lap to stroke my now-damp hair.
But I can’t relax yet because I still can’t cum. I’m getting frustrated because I’m so wet and so horny and nothing is working. He pets my hair. He pinches my nipples. He wraps a hand firmly around my throat and I stare into his eyes as I rub my clit and beg for release.
“I like seeing you like this,” he chuckles. “I bet you could hold out until we get together Tuesday. Just thinking about you frustrated and desperate…”
“No way,” I say. “I’m getting my vibrator the moment I get home.” There’s no way I can wait any longer. Hell, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get my fingers out of my cunt long enough to drive home. I need it so badly I could scream.
“How about this, we’ll compromise. You make yourself cum when you get home, and you tell me as soon as you do. But you don’t get to cum again until you’re back in my bed. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I reluctantly pull my tired right hand out of my pants and we shake on it. He kisses me sweetly as I walk on shaky legs to the door. We embrace, and I thank him for a lovely evening.
Once I get home, I get to work. It takes me another 15 minutes with the vibrator and a few choice r/gonewildstories , but I finally climax with a jet of squirt that surprises me and a cry so loud I wish I hadn’t left my windows open. I text him once I catch my breath.
“Good girl.”
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