I put her in doggy, ready to fuck her in my previously mentioned, critically acclaimed rhythm, but the reality of the moment struck me.
This woman wanted to get *fucked.*
As seemingly dominant as she was, as hard as she rode me, it was *my* fucking that got her to squirt. It was *my* hard spankings that got her going. She wanted her fantasy of a young, strong, energetic stud to become a reality. I couldn’t be my usual, playful, casual self. I had to be aggressive. I had to match her energy. I was gonna fuck her like a real man.
“This is some good fucking pussy,” I said, finally getting vocal as I slid back inside her.
“Oh yeah? You like that pussy?”
“I fucking *love* this pussy. It’s *my* pussy.”
“Oh is it? Show me.”
Challenge accepted. I could feel a new, primal, dominant energy coursing through my body. Forget about the age gap, the height gap, the experience gap, the fact that she had bossed me around for most of the night, or even the fact that she was upper class and I was a broke little coffee boy. All that mattered was that I was a *man.* *I* was the one with the dick. *She* was the one on all fours, submitting to *me*, like she was supposed to. Her pussy belonged to my cock, and I was gonna prove it.
Just as she wasted no time riding me hard, I started fucking with authority the second I was inside her, holding onto her hips firmly and pounding like a maniac, my balls once again slapping her plump, fleshy pussy.
“There it is,” she said. “There we go.”
I pulled her arms behind her and held onto her wrists as I continued slamming into her.
“Oh *god.* Yes. Yes. Just like that.”
I could tell she was getting close again, and wondered if she’d squirt on my cock for the second time.
Minutes later, there it was.
“Oh my *god*,” she grunted, as the gush pushed me out of her this time. I gave her pussy a few slaps with my cock before sliding it back in, pushed her down onto the mattress, mushed her face into the pillows, and began fucking her in prone bone.
“Whose pussy is it?,” I asked, whispering in her ear as I thrusted, grabbing a headful of her hair, and resting all of my body weight on top of her.
“Yours,” she mumbled through the pillow.
I could feel *myself* getting close now, and after making her squirt twice, I figured I could let myself go.
“You ready for my fucking cum?”
“Oh *god* yes.”
I rested my chin on her shoulder and thrusted until I dumped my seed in her, making sure my cock was as deep inside of her as possible.
“Mmm,” she moaned, the newly tamed cougar now fully satisfied.
I rolled off of her, still on a dominant high, ready to clinch my victory for good.
“You still have to suck my dick,” I said, not giving her a moment to enjoy the afterglow.
“Of course, of course. You earned it,” she replied.
“No. *You* earned it,” I shot back.
“You’re right.”
For all the intensity and passion she had, her blowjob was surprisingly gentle, as she sucked softly on the head. Maybe she was embracing the submissive side I had fucked her into, maybe she thought I’d be sensitive after blowing my first load. If it was the latter, I had no problem, because in that moment, I was every bit the virile young stallion she had hoped for, and I had no problem cumming a second time. I came in her mouth, she swallowed every drop, and we laid there in our musky, sweaty mess.
She fell asleep before I did, and much like when I lost my virginity, I stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had just happened.
The age gap, the aggression, the ass eating, the squirting, both my submissive, *and* my dominant side making their first appearance on the same night. It felt like I had lost my virginity for a second time.
When I got home the next day, that’s when it finally hit me. The last remnants of my nerdiness were officially gone. I was getting pussy, and I wasn’t gonna *stop* getting pussy. My entire life revolved around getting as much of it as possible, and it was quickly becoming easier for me to get. I understood women, I understood attraction, I was good at eating pussy, I was good at fucking, I had a wing woman who was setting me up with her friends, and I was making those friends moan and squirt.
The events of those past few days led me to the creation of this journal.
If I was gonna turn down relationships in favor of fucking multiple women, if I was gonna text one woman while another one rode my cock, if I was gonna take down cougars and explore my dominant side, I had better start writing all this down.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12op6ei/journey_to_100_women_brians_sexcapades_part_13