I [F] dominated a guy I just [M]et in a hay wagon

This happened the summer after my freshman year of college, so I was 19 at the time. I decided to go alone to a multi-day outdoor event, I’ll call it a flower festival. It was a pretty small gathering held on farmland and probably got around 200-250 people per day. Many attendees camped overnight, and I was planning to sleep in my car because I didn’t have a tent. Little did I know, I wouldn’t need to.

For some visuals, I was 5’8″ and very thin. I wore tank tops every single day in the summer, and was a late bloomer so had small tits that didn’t even fit into an A-cup bra. Shoulder-length, curly brown hair. Freshman year of college had been my sexual awakening, so I was confident.

I was walking around this gathering feeling a bit alone, because most people were in groups that had driven up together. Everyone was walking around enjoying the flowers, and for a few hours I just blended into the crowd. But since it was a small festival, I started recognizing people when we passed each other and began socializing. It was easy because we could always just talk about the flowers in front of us.

Eventually I started chatting with a guy named Bill, he had come with some friends but split from his group to walk around with me. He was around five years older than me, a few inches taller, and had short, brown hair. Our conversation was easy and fun. He stuck with me the whole day, and I really appreciated him keeping me company.

As evening approached, Bill pulled out a picnic blanket and walked me into a grassy field away from the festival to talk more privately. I had thought he was just being friendly with me before, but it was then that I realized Bill was interested in more than just my conversation. I remember thinking, Why not? I came here alone, he’s been a great companion all day, and I’m here to have some fun.

We shared light exploratory kisses in the field, which led to some serious chemistry. The kissing evolved into touching, but just when things started getting hot, our passions were cut short by the evening festivities. We rejoined the crowd, but both knew we’d be spending the night together to continue that exploration. We stuck close and teased each other the whole time in anticipation: I ran my fingers through his hair and sometimes pulled it, he tickled my waistline just above my shorts, etc. I loooove teasing, so that got me really horny. I was ready to ditch everything and go spend some quality time with this hottie.

When the events of the evening were finally over, Bill pulled his sleeping bag out of his friends’ tent, I grabbed mine from my car, and we went back to that field. The grass was too high and lumpy for sleeping though, and after looking around for a minute, Bill spotted a hay wagon — the kind a farmer hooks up to a tractor for haunted hayrides in the fall. Hay bales included! Jackpot.

We climbed into the wagon, and I couldn’t wait any longer. As Bill tried to arrange our sleeping bags and clear the loose hay, I wrapped myself around him from behind and started running my hands everywhere I could over his chest, stomach, thighs, and further down towards his hardening cock. I kissed and bit at the back of his neck and growled, getting impatient. I started using my nails instead of fingertips, eliciting a gasp and a moan. Bill started having a hard time making any progress on that hay clearing.

He turned around trying to tell me he was almost done, but my mouth covered his before he could finish the sentence. I pulled us to the floor and started unbuttoning his shorts. He was sitting on the floor with his back against a hay bale, and I was lying on my stomach with my feet up in the air, propped up on my elbows between his legs. He groaned as I pulled out his hard cock.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?” I asked while I hovered just inches over his pulsing member.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Yes what?” I was expecting a yes please, but instead got a surprise from this man who was at least 5 years older than me.

“Yes ma’am.” He was squirming. His voice was higher than before. And his eyes were begging me to continue. I was only 19 and this man was in the palm of my hand. I felt so powerful.

I licked long and slow up from his balls to his shaft, circling the tip with my tongue, and continued back down. A few more laps up and down, and his dick was glistening in the moonlight. He was panting, straining his hips upwards as I teased his tip breathing on it with my hot mouth.

I held his hips down and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yes ma’am”, he quicky replied.

I opened my mouth and glided it down over his dick as far as I could go. Bill bucked upwards to meet me, but I must admit I couldn’t make it all the way down. I used my hand to pump him in rhythm with my mouth, drooling as I went. I increased my pace until he started tensing up, but as soon as he did I switched to long, agonizingly slow strokes squeezing tighter with my hand. I repeated this alternation, and it took less and less time to bring him close the edge after each repetition. His breathing was erratic, and his moans were getting desperate. I loved that he didn’t grab my head or try to make me go faster, he knew who was in control.

I lifted my mouth off of him for a moment.  “Do you want to come?” I kept stroking with my hand around the head of his dick, not easing up. He was shaking. He was going to explode.

“Yes ma’am, please ma’am”.

So polite, I thought to myself.

So I let him come.

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