Bad Day Happy Ending (Age Play F25, M40)

The day started off rough. I had class at nine in the morning and woke up exactly at that time. I ejected from my bed and scrambled towards my closet, going through my clothes. The fast movements made my body ache. And the girls didn’t help much either; they just won’t stop growing. In the past couple of months I had to replace my bra’s and now those are fitting too tight as well. Feeling frustrated with my body and myself I yank it off. “Guess I’ll just wear a tank top and no bra.” I mutter in defeat slipping into my top.

I catch a glimpse of my toy that’s on top of my nightstand that is at the side of my bed. It’s been a while since I satisfied my needs, maybe that’s what I need. A little me time to distress.

It bummed me out, thinking about sex. I craved a mans touch. And with my breast hurting I wish I had someone to suck on my nipples. Sex would relieve some aches from my body. But sadly I am single, so its me and my toy tonight.

The thoughts flooded my mind as I continued getting ready. I caught my stupid ex-boyfriend cheating on me with my so called “best friend.” It all happened so fast and a week later here I am, trying to get it together. So now I’m in a drought that needs satisfying and its so annoying. Nothing like the touch of a lover, a man’s hands to melt the day away giving into our lustful urges.

Escaping my naughty trance, I find my way to the bathroom. Taming my hair, brushing my teeth I do my best to get ready as fast as I can. Rushing out my door I grip the handle on my car door. “Locked,” I gasp and frantically look through my book bag for my car keys. An image flashes through my mind of me placing the keys on my nightstand last night. Rushing back to my front door I a gasp again, “Also locked!” How the hell did I not notice my keys on the stand? “This isn’t happening.” My mind was too preoccupied with my toy and sin. I look at my watch, “I’ll be late if I don’t get going.” This whole week has felt like a big “fuck you” to me. I try to calm my breathing. With so much that has happened this past week, I have a lot on my mind. It’s normal to make mistakes. “Being a grown-up is hard.” I clench my fist, “I’m not giving up.” I mean I am only twenty-five years old, “I got this. Right?”

I took a deep breath and sighed. “Please send me at least a bit of good luck.” I say to myself climbing into my back yard and getting my bicycle. Flat tire, “Right, that’s what happens when you stop using it for so long and not keeping up with the tire pressure.” Should I say it? “What else can go wrong?”

I had no one to call. I didn’t want my parents to think I couldn’t do it on my own. I tighten the laces on my big girl shoes and decided to jog to my college campus. No way I will make it to the current class. The time is nine twenty, I didn’t even have time to do a good job on my hair. Much less do my makeup. I had ran out of the house wearing a tank top, tight shorts, and my jogging shoes. This is not my morning. “Let’s do this,” Feeling confident and determined. “I can turn this day around.” I began to jog, playing my favorite music on full blast through my headphones. At this rate, my hearing will go out by the time I get to class. All the same, I didn’t care. It felt nice, the cool wind against my legs, arms, and face. Trying to clear my head.

As I jogged I got a text message. My headphone reading it aloud to me as I continued my jog. The message was from my recently pronounced ex about taking him back and how foolish he was. It brought a smile to my face, glad he regrets it. It made me feel more confident, knowing he can’t find better. The day is just got a little better. Him begging me, I liked it. I also like it when men know they made a mistake, but yet it was bittersweet. How ever, what’s the point of his remorse. Its meaningless to me, nothing he says will fix things. I am far much better than that and deserve better. I deserve a man that doesn’t play games, that knows what he wants. That can pleasure me. I’m not taking him back and he’s probably going to do it to the next poor girl. All in all, I’m young and I want to explore a little more.

“What the fuck?” I notice a shadow of a dog approaching me fast. “Oh shit!” I was about three blocks away from my home by now. When suddenly, a huge dog ran up to me. He wasn’t aggressive but scared the hell out of me. “Shoo, go away.” The Rottweiler running next to me, staring at me. “Shoo,” I said. The dog in an instant jumped up and snatched the top of my tank top ripping it off of me. “No!” I yelled, “Bad dog!” I quickly covered myself, cupping my breast with my hands. God, I wish I had bigger hands to cover them fully.

“Great, the one day I decided not to wear a bra you come along and rip my shirt off.” It was annoying to see him, wagging his tail. I could tell he wants to play, for me to chase him. I wanted to be mad, but I was having such a bad day already that more on my plate seemed to have numbed me. “You little pervert.” I told the dog. “Bet your owner is a pervert too.”

Oh my god, are you ok miss?” a man’s voice came from behind me.

“Is this what you teach your dogs, to undress people?” I said holding my ripped tank top. When I turned around to face the man, I shocked to see who it was. Quickly making sure my left arm was covering my goods and feeling my face turn bright red. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my throat hard to swallow. I recognized him. “Mr. Sebastian?” it was my recent ex’s father.

“Isabella? Oh my god, are you ok?”

This is not the man I would have wanted to run into today. Not at all. “Uh yes he just got my shirt.” I held it up, ripped to shreds, covering myself with my other arm. The dog sitting next to him wagging his tale. Mr. Sebastian’s face getting bright red.

“I am so sorry Isabella.” He said, looking me up and down. He just looked at them. I kind of like that I caught him glancing at them. “Duke,” He shouted, “Get your ass back to the house, now.” He demanded. My intrusive thoughts swirling around at the sound of his voice.

“Duke huh?” I say, “Cute, but he’s not my type.” I look at Mr. Sebastian up and down, his beard, slick back hair, strong build. “I like them older on two legs.” What the hell is wrong with me? That came out my mouth involuntary. Stuttering, “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

“I do, Isabella, again I am so sorry.” He said leading me back to his home.

“Bell, I go by Bell Mr. Sebastian.”

“Please call me Jerry. My house is just right here, let me get you a shirt.” He insisted.

“Thank you, Jerry.” I never admitted this to my ex and not even to myself, but he got his looks from his dad. Jerry and his ex-wife had my ex-boyfriend at a young age. I know the man had just turned forty. I know this because we celebrated Jerry’s birthday before his son, and I broke up. And damn, forty looks great on him. He’s hot, and I would never admit that to my ex. I hate to admit it also but, I enjoyed seeing his father when my ex and I were dating. Did I mention the guy is a stunt double in movies? Took us on the set for Fast and Ferocious 12. Of course, I ignored the feeling because I was dating his son, but not anymore.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Whispering to myself. I was crushing hard right now. Covering myself as I walked to Jerry’s home. My face feeling hot, and the sensation of my nipples feeling hard. “I’m blushing?” Well, I guess what could go wrong was running into my ex’s hot ass father and letting his dog rip my shirt off. What a day.

I shook my head franticly. No, I need to get that out of my head, “Mr. Sabastian, I mean Jerry.” I called out to him but he was far ahead of me already going into his front door. It was taking a lot out of me to keep my thoughts aligned.

He was walking fast, rushing in to grab a T-shirt. “Here you go, Bell.” Stepping into his home he had pulled out a shirt already. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”

“Ugh yes,” I paused looking at him. Admiring his build.

“Oh right,” He turned around to give me some privacy. “You know theirs a bathroom down the hall.”

“That’s ok, I can change here. Also, I was hoping you can give me a ride a few blocks down to the community college? I’m very late for my first class and can’t miss the other ones.”

“You got it.” He said turning around too soon. Standing there, his shirt still in my hands. His gaze fell to my breast then he looked up at my lips. We both froze, staring at each other. His face flushed crimson red. I look down and noticing his erection behind his jeans. My breath running thin, my heart racing even faster than before. My nips aching to be sucked. He turned around, “Let me just get my keys.” He said walking off. Jerry leaving the room I urgently put on the t-shirt.

The car ride was awkward. He asked about my ex. But I refused to talk about him. “If you ask me, that boy made a huge mistake.” I was flattered but I was still having intrusive thoughts. Looking down at his large hand on his stick shift.

“Yeah, he did.” I spoke. Pulling up to the school, “Thanks Jerry.” I get out of the car. “I will get this shirt back to you as soon as I can.” I yelled back at him, running to the main building.

Running into Jerry really made this day somewhat better. Throughout my classes I couldn’t get away of the idea of Jerry seeing me. I bite my lips at the idea of him touching me, sucking on my nips. The thoughts kept coming one after the other, making me gasp for air. Licking my lips thinking of his hard cock. “Fuck,” I couldn’t help myself, I let my imagination run wild. Thinking of his strong arms, broad chest, large hands.

The more I thought about him the more I was thankful for waking up late, for Duke running up to me. Now all I need is for my roommate to get home so I can go change and return his shirt. But what will he think? “Hey Jerry. Here is your shirt, by the way I know you’re my ex-boyfriends hot as hell father, but can I suck your dick?” I laughed at the scenario’s I kept imagining.

Come to think about it, I remember our conversation how I ended up in front of his house. “Do you live around here?” He had asked me.

“Uh, just about a few blocks down.” I had no idea Jerry lived so close to me. My ex never said anything, nor took me to his house. In the last year that I dated my ex I had met his dad only a few times through family dinner at a restaurant or on the movie set. But I would see him post pictures of himself on his social media. Jerry would pose by the pool or beach, shirtless. Mm, I bit my lips again just thinking about it.

I snapped out of it noticing all my face getting hot again. “I need to see him.” Admitting to it. But how? I walked out of my class, “I don’t feel so good.” I said to the professor. The urges were a bit much, “I can’t seem to focus.”

I proceeded to walk out of class and make my way out of campus and towards his house. My heart pounding every step I took. Pounding faster every house I would pass. One by one my mind raced with thoughts. I was shy, nervous. Before I knew it, I was standing at his doorstep. Searching my mind for something clever to say.

Duke started barking when I rang the doorbell. I hear Jerry shout, “One sec,” as he approached the door. He was coming. Crap what do I say? The door was opening, and I had no idea what I was going to say. “Bell?” He said surprised to see me.

“Hey, Jerry.” I smiled awkwardly. “I came to thank you for the shirt.” And maybe give it back. I didn’t have the guts to say it.

“You are very welcome, it’s the least I can do after what duke did. Do you want to come inside?” I nodded stepping in. I’m here now and I’ll see where this goes. Still though, if felt odd. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s father. “Do you want something to drink?” He walked into the kitchen and out of sight.

“Water would be great.” I took a deep breath and stripped out of the shirt. Walking into the kitchen, I tossed it to Jerry. “I thought I could return your shirt now.” He stopped in his tracks. His eyes were wide. Cupping my breast with my hands, my fingers spread letting my nipples peek through.

“Bell?” Oh no was this too much? Fuck it, I need to go for it.

“Like I said thank you for the shirt.” I reached for his hands placing them on my chest. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you in class.”

It bothered me less and aroused me more knowing that he is my ex’s father. The fact that I am twenty-five and he is forty turned me on even more. He was an experienced man, not like his son. His face was bright red. I loved it. The taboo feeling. I wanted more, and I could tell so did he.

“Do you want more?” My hands ran down his arms. Gasping at his grip, squeezing my breast with his strong hands. My hands touching his arms, touching to his strong chest. “Take it off.” I demanded, gripping his shirt. I want him now. He smiled at me biting his lip.

Before I knew it he had picked me up by my thighs and pinned me up against the wall. His lips kissing mine. An instant spark of passion and lust flying through us. The sensation of being skin to skin. His lips on mine, his body on mine. His kisses sliding up my neck. Licking my lips, I craved more of him. My hands touching every part of him.

We were both overtaken, stripping the rest of our clothes off, making our way to the bedroom. He grabbed me by my arms throwing me on his bed. Spreading my legs he went straight for my clit, wasting no time. Licking it up and down. His mouth feeding into my fantasy making it real, tangible. Gripping the bedsheets begging my legs not to close. It felt so good my natural reaction was to grip my thighs together. Now, gripping his head in between them. Fuck, it’s been so long since anyone tasted me, and it felt so good. “Oh,” I managed to say. Pushing his head further down. Feeling a force coursing through my body, I wanted him inside of me.

He rose from in between my legs, kissing me up to my lips. I sat up on his bed pushing him back. He stood over me. In front of my lips, his cock, hard and ready for me. My mouth watered to have it in my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to please him. I was so excited, my heart racing, I wanted him.

Sticking my tongue out I got closer to him, teasing his tip with brief licks. His anxious moans arousing me. I slid my hand down to my clit, rubbing it, teasing it also. It was my favorite thing to do, play with myself while pleasing a man.

His fingers running through my hair, gripping it, pulling on it tight. “Yeah baby, make me yours.” I begged. His grip pulling my hair making me go forward, his cock sliding deep into my mouth. I slurped, licked, and sucked. His eyes were on me. I looked up at him, making eye contact. This was surreal. I never thought this would be happening. First, suppressing my thoughts of Jerry, and now we’re here, his cock in my mouth. Pleasing him.

I could tell, he couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed my back onto the bed mounting me. I can feel the tension in the air, I was anxious about what was to come. He adjusted himself, I can feel him, the head sliding on my clit making its way in me. I gripped his hair, exhaling loud as he entered. I have been wanting this all day. To feel the pleasure of a man’s touch. To have my lustful urges satisfied. “Fuck me,” I moaned.

I couldn’t help myself but let out a loud gasp of air. My back arching forward, my chest in his face. He licked my breast, sucking on my nipples as he jerked himself in me, sliding it in and out, increasing his pace. The motion taking over me. I jerked my hips up and down, begging him to go faster, and then faster and faster! We both lost control of our movements. Letting our cravings for each other take over. Jerry thrusting harder and harder. My breast bouncing up and down, his eyes fixed on them. “Come on them!” I moaned, “Pull out and cum on them.” A fire lit up in his eyes. I want to see him cum all over my breast.

“Fuck I’m coming.” He Gasped, slipping his cock out and shoving it in my mouth. His breathing getting heavier as I sucked on it.

My hand on my clit, rubbing it to the satisfaction of Jerry. Feeling it build up inside of me. I was on the verge, but I want him to come with me. His grip on my hair tight. Pulling out of my mouth, he rubbed the tip on my nips, letting out a loud moan. His cum, covering my breast. I pushed up my breast, sucking his cum off my nips, fingering myself faster. Tasting him, swallowing him fulfilled my lustful urges bringing me to my orgasm. Crying out in satisfaction, my legs trembled.

“Listen, um Jerry, think you can give me a ride back to my place?” I smiled at him as his panting came to a rest. We both laughed at each other feeling great.

What a happy ending to a bad day.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10fspa4/bad_day_happy_ending_age_play_f25_m40