Part 1: [The Appealing Deal – Part 1(?) [MF, interr, age-gap, cons] [F33, M54]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wpd54v/the_appealing_deal_part_1_mf_interr_agegap_cons/)
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Nothing in the situation is familiar. Never have I been the chaser, only the chased. I am throwing myself at a man that had 2/3 of my current life experience before I was born. Shit, he was able to drink before I was even conceived more than likely. I have not even had a thought about my childhood friend since laying eyes on him. I have known her for 25 years, and barely go a day without checking in on her. Hell, she is the reason I am here. But he is the reason why I don’t want to leave.
All this aside, here I am, completely clothed, with him half-nude with a commanding penis intimidating me. I tend to think that men always think women lust after a huge cock, which can be beautiful to look at certainly – but the thoughts that are racing through my mind. Will I match up to other women? Will I come off as completely incoherent and inexperienced? Will he be bored with me? Will I be worthy of it? I would not consider myself a stranger to dick, but he takes it to a new level. Not to mention, I am still completely enamored by him from the events previous.
I decide to take a risk, and go all in. I lift his ample cock towards his stomach, and lower my head behind his pendulous scrotum. His balls are also generous, approximately the size of an oval-tangerine (…if those even exist?). His teeming balls hang low, and I can feel them draped on right cheek and eyes, and each individual testicle shifts depending on what action I take. I can feel the testosterone radiating through them. I immediately begin stroking his flaccid member while servicing the back of his scrotum. I moan intermittently while stroking his massive cock. The length my arm has to move is nothing like I have experienced before. Fuck, its growing, I now can only wrap my hands ¾ of the way around. I am selfishly glad I got a fresh manicure done, so even my hands and fingers look presentable for him (…I hope he likes neutral pink…). I continue rotating my head to get each individual ball in my mouth (there is no way I can even attempt two), making audible sucks and slurping noises, only to make sure he doesn’t forget me.
All my anxieties are melted when I hear him whisper “good girl, finally someone gets it…” This is it, the reassurance I needed. After his statement, I was going to ensure that he seen me, and I was going to ensure he needed me.
I transitioned from behind his hanging sack my moving my head centered to his body, and licked his scrotum line, all the way to where his abundant shaft and sack met. In the interim, I let go of his penis, which fell downwards and smacked my cheek. He was a gentleman, and moved it off my face. I did not agree, and muttered “mmm, mmm (disapproving)” and draped his big black cock over my face, resting on my mouth and nose, splitting my green eyes. I began licking slowly towards the tip, exposing more and more of my face. Never breaking eye contact. The face that has done nothing but survey him ever since being introduced. I open my mouth, and am somehow able to open my mouth enough to purse my lips over the tip of his dick. The only barrier between our two skin tones being my matte pink lipstick applied only an hour before.
He has gotten harder, but he is still flaccid for the most part, allowing me to complete a few shallow passes up and down the head of his cock. I even attempt to stroke, but all I feel is skin and soft flesh. After four or five sucks, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and lifts his fingers for me to rise. Oh no, I did something wrong. I stand up, anxiously looking up at him. He begins to take off his shoes and socks, in order to remove his pants completely. I remain transfixed and enamored by the way his long flaccid cock sways with every motion.
He begins taking off his shirt, by unbuttoning his top button. I have different plans, and want to continue this new role that I discovered. I want to cater to him. I want to expose his body to myself. I gently place my hands on his, and remove them from the button. I then take over the role of undressing him. I undo each button, one by one. His cock still making itself known, by grazing pussy cleft, and sometimes lower. If I were nude, I am certain I would have already dripped on his shaft. I finally remove his dress shirt, to which he is wearing a white undershirt/tank. I quickly remove this in order to expose his completely nude body.
What I see is a man who can best be described as having a rugged body. He is not shredded, but he is in shape. His shoulders broad, his chest filled, his stomach svelte and strong. He does not have much body hair, but enough to run fingers in. I run my hands from his chest, down to his lower stomach. Just taking him all in. Not saying a single word. Our chemistry is fluent at this moment.
I then elect to step back, and begin revealing myself to him. I remove my jacket while he quickly steps forward and completes the task. I then reach for the black strap on my bodysuit, to which he removes my hands, just like I to his. I forget that I have a bodysuit on, but he hasn’t. He removed my hands to take off my leggings to have access to the bodysuit buttons. He bends down on one knee, and removes my pants as I lift each out of them, using his strong shoulders as balance as he undressed me. I imagine his cock nearly dragged on the floor when he was kneeled down.
Here I am, nearly exposed in the room of a stranger. A stranger, but someone that I intrinsically trusted. For a reason I am unsure of. He then stands, and hovers his hand on my pussy. Uses two fingers and unclasps my bodysuit. He then lifts the bodysuit, so all that is exposed is my black t-back, and black push-up bra. He dips his head low, grabs my on the right side of my neck and starts kissing my clavicle on the left side. I wrap my arms around his neck and just fall into his throes. He reaches back with his free hand, and unclasps my bra as well. Exposing my breasts. My breasts free fall onto his chest to which he kneels down, and starts massaging with his lips. I am self-conscious that he may not like my breasts, as they are larger b-cups, but he pays no mind. His beautiful lips envelop my pale pink nipples. I grab the back of head in ecstasy as he continues. I moan and acknowledge how sexy and how considerate he is of my body.
Finally, he kneels down and starts to slide my underwear down, exposing my dripping wet pussy. My inner thighs were moist initially, but complete exposure of my pussy open the proverbial “floodgates.” He rubs his fingers delicately surrounding my lips and begins to stand. After he stands to attention, we just stare at each other – again not speaking. Only letting the chemistry take control.
I simply look at this handsome man, and feel like I have known him since I knew what love was (or what I imagined). In this moment, emotion come over me and I embrace him with a strong hug, and fall into his strong sturdy body. Somehow extremely thankful that I am spending time with him, and only him. He slowly rubs my back with his fingertips and I am euphoric. I look up and begin kissing him. Our bodies close, and acclimating to each other. My smooth skin, against his rugged demeanor. His strong frame against my feminine shape. Everything is consummate.
After a short time, he then starts walking into me, as we demonstrate a kissing waltz towards the bed. I soon feel the edge of the mattress buckle my knees, falling onto the bed. Open, and wanting…
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Good writing. Thank you