[MF] Paul (M41) and I (F19) – Part 2

Paul and I met quite a few times in secret over the years. Our families never found out and we agreed to end things after he met the woman who would later become his wife. Things ended amicably and he’ll still throw me a wink from across the room when we’re at a family gathering. He’ll definitely always have a place in my heart as the first in my string of older men over the next 12 years after. I thought I might share one of my favorite times with him.

It was early morning on a Saturday and the dorm hallways were quiet. Most of the students were sleeping in to recover from their hangovers. I had gone out but decided not to drink or stay out too late. I had a date I was excited about and didn’t want to be groggy for. My roommate had left for the weekend so I had the place to myself. I was showered, shaved, and smelled of pink berry soap. A few minutes after I finished getting dressed, my phone pinged, my date was here.

I bounced down the stairs of the dorm building to the parking lot entrance. I opened the door to see Paul standing a few feet away. He looked a bit nervous to my surprise. He had turned around when he heard the door open and smiled at me but still wearily looked around.

“Hey there beautiful.” he gave me the sweetest little kiss on the cheek. It was cute but not exactly what I had expected.

“Hi. You okay? You look worried” I held the door open for him to come in. He gave one more glance around and walked into the building stairwell.

“Yea, just don’t want anyone seeing an old man like me walking into the dorms. Looks a bit suspicious.” It made sense. So I grabbed his hand and bounded up the stairs. When we got to the third floor I told him to wait. I checked the hall and once I confirmed it was empty, rushed him over to my dorm room.

I locked the door behind us and watched him look around the room. It was decorated in hanging icicle lights and some artsy posters. Nothing over the top but you could still obviously tell the room belonged to two college girls. I pointed to my side of the room and he plopped himself down on the overly cushy bed.

“Come here, I didn’t get my kiss.” he looked significantly more relaxed now. He had kicked his shoes off, wore khaki shorts and a buttoned shirt that covered his tattooed, muscled arms. I obeyed his order and crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees over to where he had cozied himself sitting in the corner. He grabbed the back of my neck once I got close enough and kissed me until I was out of breath. “I have a surprise for you, a present.”

My eyes lit up and I sat back a bit waiting for him to show what he brought for me. He pulled out a black pouch from pocket. It was the length of his hand and looked heavy. As I reached for it, he stopped me and pulled his hand back.

“Actually, I think I would rather show you a different way.” He said with the devilish smirk.

“But what is it?” I pouted a bit.

“Something you’ll definitely enjoy. But, you need to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?” Whenever he asked me to be his good girl, it was him asking me to submit to him, to follow his commands, and give him complete control. Whatever that pouch contained, he was going to use it on me, and he needed me to trust him to to fuck me right.

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl for you.” I leaned forward and kissed him quickly before leaning back again to await his direction.

“Get up and stand over there” he motioned his head towards the open area in the middle of the room. I strolled to the middle of the small dorm room and did a bit of a twirl. He was eating me up with his eyes from top down. I was in tiny sports shorts and a thin blue T-shirt with no bra. “Take your shirt off.” He commanded. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifted. I let my tits fall out my shirt once I got high enough releasing the DD cups and my dark brown nipples. I saw the smirk on his face and knew I had done well. “Now off with those shorts.” I slipped them off along with my panties to reveal the rest of my smooth caramel skinned body. I lifted my hair and did a turn for him so he could get a look at everything, tiny waist, perky ass, and big tits. I remember feeling extremely self conscious to be so exposed but that look of hunger he was giving me made all the fear go away.

“You’re so fucking perfect. Come here.” He threw a pillow to the foot of the bed. “Bend over, face down in the pillow and ass up.”

“Yes sir.” I followed the instructions and gave my ass a little wiggle once I was in position. I immediately felt a slap across my left ass cheek and let out a welp. It was followed by soft caress.

“Bad girl.” He playfully scolded. I, of course gave another wiggle. A slap to my right cheek this time followed by his mouth planting a kiss. Then the kisses moved across my hip. Both his hands were rubbing across my ass, cupping and squeezing. “God, look how wet you are already.” He slipped a finger through the folds spreading the sticky fluids around. I moaned at his touch. He played with me like that for a few minutes, knowing it wasn’t enough. I reached my hand down to rub my clit but didn’t get far before he grabbed my wrist. “Did I tell you that you could touch yourself? You’re misbehaving today.” I just giggled. That’s when I heard him reach for his belt. Before I could react to the sound there was a whip across my ass and a moment of pain followed by a thick wave of pleasure and then his hands rubbing across my skin again. In my haze he managed to get hold of both wrists and tether me to the bed with his belt. His head then dipped down and assaulted my pussy. His tongue was everywhere sliding down to my clit and back up to my dripping hole. He did this a few times before his mouth moved further up in one smooth swipe to my ass. It circled around the rim while he used his fingers to spread me open. It was too many sensations and I needed him to fill me up.

“Please, I need you, please” I begged.

“Bad girls don’t get what they want. But I’ll give you what you deserve.” There was movement and then something cold pressed against my pussy. He swirled it around, but wouldn’t push it in. I was moaning and pleading with him to put it inside me. He just laughed. It wasn’t until he slipped it further up against my ass that I realized what was happening and tensed up. “Just relax” he said softly. “I won’t hurt you” he placed a small kiss on my back. I’d had my ass played with before but this felt bigger than the 1 or 2 fingers I was used to. I wanted it so bad though so I relaxed. Once he felt my muscles give way he pushed further. “That’s my good girl. You want it?” The widest part was stretching me and I instinctively bucked my hips back which resulted in it popping all the way in. He ran his tongue around the edge of the plug handle.

I managed a look back to see him naked, kneeling behind me, looking proudly at the accomplishment before him. His cock hard and dripping with precum. He lined himself up behind me. “Mine.” He declared and with one deep hard stroke was balls deep inside me. I couldn’t stop the loud moan. He stayed in deep for just a moment before he began pounding away. He pressed his thumb to the handle while he fucked me, keeping the plug deep inside me. I was face down, muffling my screams in my pillow, when the first wave hit me and all I could feel were the waves of my orgasm all culminate in my pulsing pussy and ass. I could feel my muscles trying to push both him and the plug out but He didn’t stop, he didn’t give me a moment to think, he kept filling me and pushing the plug deep inside me. It was like nothing I had before. After a few minutes another wave hit and my legs began to shake.

He leaned over me, untethered my hands and flipped me over. He propped my legs up on his shoulders and he was inside me again. He was starting to break a sweat but was relentless. I could tell he was getting close but I wanted one more thing. I looked him in the eyes and moaned “Cum inside me, please daddy.” With a few more hard pumps he was unloading deep inside me.

He stayed there for a moment just looking down over me. He smiled and shook his head “You’re going to be my death.” Then laughed before sliding out of me.

“Mmm, I think I make you feel alive.” I responded innocently while his cum began to leak out of me as I laid there in bed.

He returned to the bed to help me clean up and kissed me. “You’re right about that. That’s why I’m going to fuck you all weekend.”

That’s exactly what we did all weekend. Spent the entirety of it fucking, ordering takeout, and barely sleeping. He used my new present on me several more times before heading out Sunday evening a few hours before my roommate returned.

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