Out of My Rut [mF Fdom cfnm oral]

*This, and my previous stories take place in the same universe. As of right now I’m not sure if the characters will have sex with each other, but they exist together.*

*I’m aware I have some similar themes in my stories, mainly facesitting. That’s because facesitting has been something I’ve always wanted to try (and I cross my fingers and toes, hoping someone wants to fulfill that fantasy after reading one of my stories).*

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It was Friday night, and an hour after dinner I was in bed relaxing as usual. My laptop was open and I pulled up my favorite erotic fiction site. I found a story with some of my favorite tags on it, and felt my pussy start to get wet. First I started by rubbing on my panties, letting the satin material massage my lips. It was surprisingly easy to get turned on at my age. While the gals I grew up with were married or divorced, raising their kids or reliving their wild youth, here I was at home fingering myself. They were able to move forward with their lives, but for some reason I just couldn’t, I was stuck here. And the older and lonelier I got, the hornier I became – it seemed like every day I had to masturbate, sometimes twice or more!

This story was really hot, it was by one of my favorite authors. As I read it I slid my fingers deep into my pussy, making a come-hither motion with them to stimulate my hot, wet snatch. Then I began to thrust them, pretending it was a magical dick that knew how to get me off. This story was getting better, the main character was riding her lover’s cock while choking him. My pussy juice was dripping onto the towel I placed. Then I started to rub my clit with my thumb rapidly, until I came.

After this I’d usually compose myself. I’d throw the towel into the hamper, put on a new pair of panties, and ponder about my life. But tonight I just lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I didn’t have it in me to move or do anything. Fuck, how did my life get to this point, how did the best part of my week become my nightly masturbation sessions? I wanted to cry, I wanted to bury my face into the pillow and cry, but instead I felt nothing. No, this was it for me, I would never have another lonely night anymore, even if it meant completely embarrassing myself to get some hard dick.

After that depressing night I slept a lot, more than usual on the weekend. Today it was even harder for me to get out of bed because of how shitty I felt. What I’d normally do in the morning is rub my pussy again, a wake-up call of sorts, but I wasn’t in the mood today. Instead I thought about how much I’d love to wake up next to a man who couldn’t wait to put his throbbing cock inside of me. And today I was determined to find him!

There was a local coffee shop near me, Drexley’s, and I’d never been here before. I wasn’t a coffee drinker, but it was either this or try to meet people at a bar while being the only sober one there – no way was I going to be around a bunch of drunk assholes. When I walked in I noticed a guy around my age, hoping he’d notice me too, but instead he was staring at some girl who looked to be 18 or 19…typical. But more importantly I noticed the barista, he must’ve been in his mid-20s, and was a combination of cute and quirky. I’d never really been into the whole “cougar” thing, but I might as well give it a shot just to say I did it.

I walked up to counter and said, “Hi, I have a question?”

“What’s up?” asked the barista.

“That drink, the ‘latte’, what is it?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s espresso, steamed milk, and a little bit of foam,” he replied.

“Is it any good?”

“Yeah, definitely, I prefer it over regular coffee.”

“Alright, I’ll have a 16oz latte.”

“Sounds great, may I have your name?”

“I’m Krista, with a ‘K,’” I replied. As he wrote my name on the cup I noticed his name tag read “Paul.” He made my drink, and handed it to me at the register. After I paid I said, “Thanks Paul,” and looked at my cup, it read “Krista with a K,” and I made a face at him.

“Hey, that’s what you said your name was!” Paul chuckled.

“Fine, alright, you got me,” I replied. I took a sip of the latte, and surprisingly I liked it. A nice blend of the espresso and milk, and the foam was nice. Even if I made myself a total fool in front of Paul, at least I found a cup of coffee I could enjoy.

“This is pretty good,” I told Paul.

“Thanks, glad you like it,” he replied.

“I was wondering if you knew of any places to grab lunch around here?” I asked.

“Well, if you like Thai food, there’s a spot I go to once or twice a week,” he replied.

This was my moment, this was do or die for me, now or never, either I’m for real or I’m not. I asked him, “Would you like to have lunch with me?” Fuck, what if he laughed in my face, what if he made fun of me in front of the other customers, what if I was banned from the store and no longer allowed to show my face in public. What the fuck did I just do!

Paul shrugged his shoulders and said, “Sure, why not, I have a break in 2 hours.

Now I had to find a way to kill 2 hours. I opened my laptop and started to write, it was another short story I was working on. Except this time I couldn’t concentrate, I kept on thinking about Paul’s cock inside of me, pounding my pussy until he came. Sometimes I’d glance at him every now and then, and he’d smile back. Did he want the same as me, or was he just being polite?

Finally enough time had passed and Paul walked over to my table. He asked, “Are you ready?” I nodded and put my stuff away. I followed him out of the cafe and saw him make a right turn. Now it was time for me to up the ante.

“Actually, I need to make a quick stop, if you don’t mind,” I said.

“Sure, no problem,” he replied. Paul followed me towards my building. “I’ll wait out here until you’re done,” he said.

“Oh no, that would be rude, just come in for a while and relax,” I said. At this point he had to have known what I wanted. I held the door open to my building and began to anxiously sweat, wondering what he’d do. He hesitated for a second, but eventually came in. Oh God, was it going to happen, was I going to enjoy some cock today?

When we got into my apartment, I closed the door and immediately started kissing Paul. He didn’t know how to react at first, he was frozen for a second, then I felt his tongue tasting mine. His breath smelled like spearmint gum, as if he was prepared for me. Normally I wasn’t this aggressive with men, but I really needed some dick, and I had a young cock right in front of me. As our kissing got more intense I put my hand on his crotch and felt how hard he was.

It was a while since I touched a cock, so I slipped my hand into his pants and started to stroke. He had a lot of pre-cum, and it was the perfect natural lubricant. As I slowly moved my hands up and down his dick, I heard him start to moan. “Does that feel good, baby?” I asked him.

“Ohhh, yes, it feels sooo good,” Paul moaned.

“I’ve been thinking about your young cock since I saw you this morning,” I said. “I need it inside of me.” Paul didn’t know what to say, he continued to moan. All I had to do was stroke him for a bit and I already had him under control. “Have you ever been with an older woman before?” I asked him.

“No, this is my first time,” He replied.

“Oh, a virgin,” I smirked. “I haven’t been with a boy your age in a while, hehe.” I undid his pants and took them off. Then I got onto my knees. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked.

“Yes, baby, please suck me off,” he replied.

“I love it when you say ‘please,’” I replied. I didn’t bother to tease, instead I took his rock-hard dick and shoved all of it into my mouth. I moved my head up and down, sucking and slurping his member. I forgot how much I loved giving a messy blowjob, I forgot how nice it was to have some dick in my mouth. “Do you like it baby? Do you like seeing my mouth enjoying your 24-year-old cock?” I asked him.

“I do, it feels great, but I’m 34,” he nervously said.

I misjudged his age, though he looked young, and he probably thought I was going to end the fun when I found out his real age. Oh, not at all – his cock was all I cared about. To keep him relaxed and hard, I sucked some more. My tongue moved up and down his shaft, then I moved my mouth down to his balls and put them in my mouth. As I sucked on his balls I stroked his cock. “How does my 44-year-old mouth feel on your 34-year-old cock, baby?” I asked him.

“I love it baby, please don’t stop,” he moaned. I went back to sucking his cock, this time tickling the tip with my tongue. I felt him groan and moan even louder. If I kept this up he’d cum in my mouth, but I didn’t want that, I wanted his thick, hot cum filling up my hot, wet cunt. I got up and took his shirt off, now he was completely naked. He had a thin body, some muscle, but didn’t look like a gym rat – it was a nice look. I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

He laid down on the bed and asked me, “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”

“Nope, you don’t get to see me naked today, that’s only if you’ve earned it,” I replied. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, I took very good care of myself, but Paul needed to know I was in control – not him. I took my panties off and sat on his face. My pussy was shaven, it had been something I’d gotten used to doing over the years, even during my lonely period it was still a habit. And I’m glad I kept it because who knew how a modern guy would react to pussy hair. As I grinded against Paul’s face I asked him, “You ever had a girl sit on your face before?”

“No, it’s my first time,” he said. Hearing that only made me want to go harder. I heard his muffled voice as I rode his face, getting my juices onto his lips, tongue, and down his mouth. He was my fuck toy, no more fingers or dildos this time, but a real man for me to enjoy.

“Stick your tongue out baby, I want you to taste all of me,” I demanded. Paul was obedient, good, he knew this was about pleasing me. I couldn’t see his face since my skirt was covering it, but I felt his tongue. This boy was hungry for my pussy, and I wanted to make sure he had quite the feast. “Suck on my clit, I want to cum all of your face!” I shouted. He obediently did that as well, giving me absolute pleasure. “Oh God, baby, don’t stop! Keep on sucking! You feel so good,” I moaned. All he could do was muffle as my cunt enjoyed his face. “I’m going to cum, Oh God, I’m cumming, ohhhh yessssss,” I screamed. As I came I grabbed onto the headboard and held on as I came and coated his face. He was absolutely mine, I owned this boy and his body.

After I came I took my panties and wiped my juices off his face, then I stared at him. He was sweating a lot, and he looked like he was in a trance. Funny enough, he seemed more tired than I did. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and said, “You were a good boy, now I’ll reward you.” I positioned myself and slid his dick into my pussy. Then I lay on top of him and kissed his neck. I was going slow at first, gentle both for him and for me. My pussy was still stretching out and getting used to his dick, having that feeling of fullness.

He grabbed my ass, but I grabbed his forearms and pinned them onto the bed. “No baby, I’m in control,” I reminded him. As I held his arms down, I leaned back and started to ride his cock. Fuck, I forgot how good it felt to bounce on a hard cock. I was smiling as I looked into Paul’s eyes, he loved it too. Then I took my shirt and bra off, now he was sticking his tongue out and staring at my tits. I knew he wanted them in his mouth. “No baby, you don’t deserve these today,” I teased.

But I knew Paul couldn’t control himself for too long, eventually he’d want to take over and and fuck my brains out. I wasn’t going to let that happen, so I rode him harder and faster. “I love your cock, baby, I love how it feels inside my pussy!” I yelled.

“It feels so good, baby, your pussy is so hot,” Paul moaned.

“How does your cock feel?” I asked him.

“My cock loves your pussy, it belongs inside of you,” he replied.

“Yes baby, and your cum belongs there, too,” I said. Then I began to ride him harder. My boy-toy didn’t know what he was getting himself into when entered my apartment. This was our first time together, but I was going to fuck him every night. I was going to fuck him until he couldn’t walk. All the sexual frustration and loneliness that had been festering inside my body was going to be released on his.

“I’m going to cum baby, I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum,” he moaned. When he said that I went even faster, and I put one hand on his throat. Not enough to choke him, but enough to know that I could. “Yes, baby, don’t stop, I’m so close…Oh god! I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming! Ohhhhh yessss,” he moaned.

I felt his hot spunk shoot up into my pussy, the thickness going everywhere. It was a lot of cum, more than I expected from any man…maybe he was also lonely? Well it’s good that two lonely people managed to finally find each other.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dalu5h/out_of_my_rut_mf_fdom_cfnm_oral