I [38F] have had repairmen coming in and out of my house every few days. I think I’ve hit the lottery on this repair company. Every single worker that has come into my home – and there’s been 4 or 5 different guys – is a hot piece of ass in their 20s or 30s. One in particular has me panting at the thought of how this cougar can break him down. Am I a cougar? I had to call him out for calling me “ma’am” the other day. I think that makes me a cougar in his eyes. I’ll accept that title if it means he’ll bend me over and have his way with me.
So I’ve been in major need of some actual release after a week and a half of mentally fucking this non-stop flow of men in and out of my home. My friend [35M] shows up as I’m wrapping up my work day (gotta love working from home). We shoot the shit, he feeds me good food he’s picked up on his way over, and we make our way upstairs. I change my jeans out for some soft cotton shorts and I begin to change into a thin spaghetti strap tank top when he stops me. “Might as well just keep that off for your massage.”
My skin prickles at this. I can already feel his hands on my body just from the memory of his last massage. And the excitement at where the massage led to last time. I have been imagining it every day – multiple times a day – since then. I wasn’t sore from it at the time, but my poor body has not had much rest since as I’ve had to take matters into my own hands multiple times a day just thinking back on what happened that night. Thank god for working from home. My mind would trail off into the memories of the other evening and before I even realized it my hand is moving down over my pants. I can actually feel my clit throbbing. I can feel heat emanating from underneath the layer of fabric that is keeping me from full-on fingering myself in the moment. On multiple occasions the feeling and smell of my own juices are too much and I take a break from work to get myself off. Thankfully, I’m so aroused that I come hard and fast each time and can get back to business fairly quickly.
But I digress, back to my bedroom with me in just my little cotton shorts and bra, and a friend very eager to please. I hand him some mango body butter I thought might be perfect for this. The thick cream coupled with the super sweet mango aroma being lathered all over my body…
He starts on my upper back putting me into a deep state of relaxation. His hands slowly spread out and up the back of my neck. Then to the sides of my neck. And suddenly I’m right back to the other night with his hands held firmly on my throat when I realized very quickly that my power over him was no match for the power he could – and would – wield over me. I have now soaked through my panties and am a bit embarrassed, unsure if he can tell. If not, the audible gasp probably gave my thoughts away.
He moves down my body and past my shorts. He tucks the cotton of my shorts into my panties along the sides of my ass. Then he massages the body butter up my thighs and along the edges of my ass. As he goes, he pushes his hands farther and farther along the edge of my panties until my ass cheeks are completely on display and his hands are all over them. His hands slip down from my ass back to my thighs and he continues with a circular motion getting his hands farther and farther between my legs now, working my inner thighs and teasing me as he gets closer and closer to my dripping wet pussy. The lights are on. There’s no way he doesn’t see how drenched he has made me. I can’t help myself anymore and I let out a moan. He hesitates, leaving his hands on the inside of my thighs with his fingers just barely out of reach of my pussy. No words are needed. He is reminding me who is in control.
And he doesn’t give it up easy. He refuses to touch my pussy which is now aching for his touch. Instead, he lies down on top of me, making sure I feel his hard cock pressed up against my ass. I whisper “I need you in me.”
In a single motion, he flips me on my back and pulls down my shorts and panties. Damn. He’s good.
Before I can react, he has both my legs over one of his shoulders and his face buried deep from behind in between the tight crevice my thighs have formed. His tongue moves all over my pussy, swirling between my lips and then pressing down onto my throbbing clit. The pressure feels amazing and my whole body shudders. I look down at him and we catch each other’s eyes. He cocks his eyebrow just so and I can tell he is really pleased with himself. I can’t help but let out a soft laugh. He drops my legs down, pressing down lightly on my thighs to splay me open in front of him. For a second I suddenly feel shy. I am, yet again, completely naked in front of him while he is still fully clothed. And, on top of that, he has my pussy spread open and on full display. I instinctively begin to close my legs together, but he stops me quickly and pushes back down on my thighs. “Uh uh, you have to keep them open for me,” he says in a taunting but completely serious tone. I whimper my reply, “then put something in me.”
In an acknowledgement that he has me on the edge of comfort zone, he obliges and uses two fingers to enter me. His fingers slowly moving in and out of my stickiness is audible. “Oh wow! Can you hear how wet I’ve made you?” he says in a cocky tone. “Let’s see what 3 sounds like” as he pushes three of his fingers into me until the knuckles of his hands rest just outside of me. He picks up the pace of his movements in and out of me, curling his fingers as he goes deep inside, filling me up. But he isn’t done. “Let’s see if you can take more.” I feel his hand shift angles, a bit more pressure against my still sopping lips, and then I feel the opening to my pussy stretch taught. And then my mind goes blank.
This is a totally new sensation and it takes me a minute to orient myself to what is happening. He is knuckles deep with his entire hand moving into me. My tight little pussy is not only splayed open now, but is being completely filled from opening to cervix. The pressure mixed with the movement of all five of his fingers inside of me is a bit overwhelming. My body has jumped to a new level of heightened sensation – the perfect mix of pleasure with an edge of pain. As he pumps his hand deep into me a few more times, I match his rhythm and push down to increase the pressure and pain. Until it is too much for me, and I reach down with a soft touch to his wrist and he knows exactly what I mean and slowly pulls back his hand.
He and I connect in a way that, at least I have found, is rare. It doesn’t take much more than a look or a touch to get our thoughts across to each other. Maybe that’s why, in the moment, I can completely surrender to him. I trust that a touch or look by me is all that’s needed for him to know I am too close to my edge. And he listens. Immediately.
My mind having been blown, he lays down next to me. I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me as I come down from this new type of high. We are pressed up against each other and I can feel as our breathing slows down together. He recognizes this, too, and doesn’t skip a beat. “Let’s give your body a break for a bit. My cock is ready to be sucked.”
Oh fuck. My mind races remembering his thick cock and it takes me only a second to straddle him. I don’t want him to catch on just how eager I am to see it again, so I first look him deep in the eyes, wrap my hands around his head, and give him a slow, deep kiss. And his cock bulges up from under me. Perfect.
I slowly rub my naked body down him until I am at his waistband. I stop just for a moment to run my hands over his enormous erection that is now being barely constrained by his boxer briefs. Oh he’s smooth… he managed to have already pulled his pants off without me noticing.
I press my face down, rubbing my slightly open mouth along his still-covered shaft, breathing in deep his smell. I reach up to his waistband, pull down gently, and his cock springs out to meet my lips. Fucking perfect. I look up at him, my ass slightly raised in the air and head down against his cock. Keeping eye contact, I slowly press my tongue at the base of his cock and work it up to his tip, where I swirl my tongue around the edge, for just a brief moment before I open my mouth just wide enough to envelope the entire circumference of his thick, hard dick and push my mouth down his shaft quickly until I can feel him pressed up against the back of my throat. I usually have a horrible gag reflex and I hate gagging so I’m a bit nervous. I give my body a moment to relax and get used to the sensation of his dick pressed against my throat. Keeping my lips tightly wrapped around him, I slowly move up his length, just enough to ease off the back of my throat. I need to teach my body how to take his cock, so I push back down and feel his tip push back up against my throat. My eyes water and I start to gag a bit. But I hold steady and swallow. Tasting him helps as I gain back control and stop myself from gagging. I use the depth I have been able to find comfort in as I slide my mouth up and down his cock. This will take some practice, but I’m up for the challenge.
For now, I am eager to show him the rest of my oral skills and I am pretty sure I don’t disappoint based on the sounds coming out of his mouth. I wouldn’t even call them moans. There were pure, animalistic growls. I hear him choke out “I want my cock in your pussy.” I look up as he looks down at me with his cock still in my mouth. I slowly shake my head no before I turn my attention back to his rock-hard dick. A few seconds later he is pleading with me to let him come inside my pussy. I take a moment to recognize that he has gone from being in complete control of me to being in my complete control thanks to my dick sucking skills. With that satisfaction, I straddle him and plunge his dick deep into me.
I gasp as his cock fills me. Besides his size, I am still a bit sore from his hand stretching me. I start off slow, rising up just enough to feel his dick pull partway out of me before plunging down on top of him. He pulls his shirt off and I rub my hands hard over his chest. And then I ride him. I move my hips up and back while using my thighs to lift myself up and down his shaft. Something about the way our bodies are fitting together, my clit is rubbing on him in just the right way. I do not ever come from PIV. And yet, I am suddenly very close to climaxing with his dick in me.
Fuck. He can make me come with hands, tongues, toys and his dick. I’m a lucky girl. My legs begin to shake and he is realizing what he is doing to me. I moan and lean forward, bending over him to hold on to the headboard for stability. The shift in the angle of our bodies sends an electric shock through me and I can feel his cock hitting me in just the right spot while I can now also rub my clit even more against his body. And then I feel it – the perfect pain of my nipples being squeezed and pulled – hard. He is taking advantage of my tits bouncing above him. I lean further down and he moves his mouth over one of my breasts. And then he takes a full-mouth bite of my smooth skin. A moan escapes me and I close my eyes. Rookie mistake. My breath catches as I feel his teeth sink into my nipple. Holy fuck! The pleasurable pain is sending me over the edge, but this fucker has to remind me again who is in control. “Don’t you come. I didn’t tell you you could come. You haven’t asked nicely.”
My mind reels as I tremble with the urge to both punch him and kiss him. I decide on the latter and push my lips hard against his. With my lips still brushing up against his, I ask nicely. He makes me count down with him from 5. For a split second my logical mind takes over and I roll my eyes at the idea that I can finish on demand. A few minutes ago I was also sure I couldn’t come from riding a dick. By the time we got to zero, I was back in his control and the permission to release worked it’s magic. I fucking came on demand. Well if that’s not control…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jyib7g/our_fm_second_go_in_case_youre_keeping_up_with