The Cougar Loses Control [MF]

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[MF Beg](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64sx09/beg_mf/)

[MF Flying Solo? Why not…](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/675i9p/flying_solo_why_not_mf/)

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[ORGY What a way to meet new friends – My 40th Birthday – Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6a1tm1/what_a_way_to_meet_new_friends_my_40th_birthday/)

[ORGY What a way to meet new friends – My 40th Birthday – Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6a9fjd/what_a_way_to_meet_new_friends_my_40th_birthday/)

I had the most interesting encounter with a much younger man, recently. We met outside my workplace early one morning, and had a phenomenal but short chat to start my day. As he walked away I thought, “Fuck I want him badly…”

It’s something that doesn’t happen often. Although I’m one of the horniest people I know, I often don’t know until I kiss someone if I really want them. With Victor, I knew right away, and somehow knew it was only a matter of time. Little did I know, it would happen faster than I thought.
I awoke just two days later to a message on my phone from a guy I’d met on Tinder months before. We’d had a short but awesome chat, but hadn’t found the right moment to meet. His name was Vic…but it couldn’t be…

“This is weird, but I talked to a guy this weekend named Vic…but it can’t be you…”
It was actually him…what in the fuck?!?

The online conversations ramped up fast. I love to talk dirty, and am very up front with my intentions…and my intention was to finally meet and get naked. We decided our meeting would be at my place just two days away.

I’m a cougar by nature, but not a cougar who looks for inexperience. It’s kind of frustrating sometimes, because younger men love to talk up their skills, but often I end up being the one to show them the ropes in many areas. And this one really didn’t hesitate to talk up his skills…which is normally a bad omen…but I held out hope that this time it would be different.

For the next 48 hours, the online chat heated up big time. We discussed our likes and dislikes in graphic detail, because with the type of sex I tend to like, that’s important. If you’re prepared to let someone treat you like a slut the first time you meet them to get naked, you need to talk a lot leading up to it. The great part is the talk, for some of us, is the foreplay. And it was clear that Vic was a lot like me. He spent 48 hours with his cock throbbing, wanting me the way I wanted him.

He showed up precisely on time, and walked in the door. I was on my knees on the couch, leaning over the back, facing the door when he walked in. As he took off his shoes, I reached out my hand. He took it and before his second shoe was even off, I pulled him towards me and his mouth was on mine and my hands were buried in his hair.

I pulled back and said breathlessly, “I fucking knew it would be like this.”

He sat on the couch in his jogging pants, which he told me he’d wear so I could feel his cock grow. I straddled him and buried my hands in his hair, sliding my tongue into his mouth as I ground my already soaking wet pussy into him. Within seconds my shirt was off and his soft, bearded face was buried in my tits. I got up abruptly and said, “Let’s go downstairs.”

We got to the rec room and I took off the rest of my clothes. He stripped to his underwear and I got back on him. He slid his hand between my legs and felt my soaking wet pussy and I could see that look in his eyes…that look when a guy knows it’s going to be as good as he hoped. That same thing I felt. He’d talked up his experience, and so I was almost prepared to be let down. As my legs began to shake within seconds of him rubbing his fingers over my clit, I knew I was not about to be disappointed.

“Oh, did you just cum for me already? You make sure you tell me from now on, even if my cock is buried in your throat…I want to hear it…you tell me from now on, OK?”

As he looked into my eyes I knew this wasn’t a request. It was more of an order. I felt my pussy throb and I slid to my knees, lost. His got out his cock and I slid it into my mouth all the way first just to taste him. Them I took it out and began to just tease him a bit, licking and sucking the head. He was having none of that though…he had his hands in my hair and his cock down my throat within seconds. A moment later he stood up and took me by the hair, he put his cock in my mouth and as I looked up at him I almost had a spontaneous orgasm right there.

“I can see my cock in your throat baby. Fuck yes. You’re doing so good.” This is a line I’d heard so many times in porn. My absolute favorite porn is, well, anything to do with throat fucking…and no one had ever said this particular line to me before. It’s not something you can plan, nor something you can ask for, in my opinion…but Jesus when he said it I almost blacked out from sheer pleasure. I’m new to using my throat this way, so the sense of accomplishment combined with the fact that I’d had countless orgasms was just fucking awesome. I did not expect this from someone 13 years younger than me. I truly had expected him to show up and, like many others, have been all talk.

I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg as he put his cock back down my throat over and over again, fucking my face and using me the way only someone with the right set of skills can. Making me feel safe, dangerous, protected, slutty, sexy, and so fucking wet.

He made me cum over and over, alternating rubbing my clit expertly with fingering me and exploring every inch of my pussy. His hands were in all the places they should be…one on my pussy while the other was in my hair, or on my throat. His fingers down my throat, gagging me while I cum. Slapping my ass, then stroking it softly. Back arching, moaning, having orgasm after orgasm until I couldn’t see. Talking me through it, making me want it so badly. Telling me how fucking slutty I looked, and making me feel oh, so fucking beautiful.

Then he sat on the couch and I knew I was about to get what I wanted. I was on my knees in front of him on the floor as he took his cock in his hand. He jerked it for a minute, then took me by the hair and put it back in my mouth.

“Suck my balls.” Fuck I love a command like that, especially when a man is shaking, so close to losing his load. I took them both into my mouth instantly, working them both, then one at a time. He had his legs wrapped around me and I could feel them tighten. I knew he’d give it to me soon and he asked where I wanted him to cum. I said sweetly “I’d take it anywhere you want to put it, but I’d love it if you’d cum all over my face.” I closed my eyes and it felt like I was hit by a shower as he covered me in his cum. My face, my shoulders, and dripping down my tits. We both collapsed, happy.

What I don’t think either of us expected was how fucking fast round two would be on us! We went upstairs to get lazy, or so I thought. We were not in my bed for more than two seconds before we were making out again. He started fingering my pussy, which had never really had a chance to settle down, and had me arching my back and begging for more in seconds.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed and slid it back into my throat. I couldn’t maintain it in that position, so he put me back on the bed where he could use me a bit more easily. He got on top of me and began alternating fucking my tits and my mouth. Within minutes, he was straddling me, pinned underneath him, which is one of my favorite positions to have a man jerk off on me. His head leaned back and he blew another load all over me, this time I managed to get most of it in my mouth. I could feel it running down my face and into my hair as I looked up at him and smiled.

As we collapsed on the bed I knew two things instantly. I’d do this again in a heartbeat…but I’d be just as happy if it was a one-time encounter. You cannot possibly regret sex like that.

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