One of the guys I’ve been playing with is an older white gentleman named Mr. D. Well educated and dressed, face of his company, and a great family man. His wife knows about me and even encourages our relationship; she poly as well. When I first met Mr. D I wasn’t sure of his capabilities. Being older either gives you a bonus or a set back. Either you’ve learned how to fuck or can’t last long enough to fuck. I even explained this fact to Mr. D boldly on our first date. He reassured me he would “try his best” in the sweetest softest tone. This provided no assurance for me but our attraction was what kept me interested in him.
For our first meet he suggested a hotel that we both agreed on. I arrived to the hotel anxious about the meet. For me, if the sex doesnt satisfy me then you have to leave my life. Yes, you have to leave my entire life; we can’t be friends. Bad sex leaves the worse taste in my mouth.
Mr. D greeted me in the lobby of the hotel with a smile and kiss. We walked towards the elevator and I could tell he noticed something was off about me. Once in the elevator he pulled me in close against his body. Fingers began to coil around my waist. Deep, heavy kisses were laid on my lips and all around my neck. The hunger within me started to rise. Mr. D interlocked our fingers once the elevator door opened. My heels started their rhythmic beat as we journeyed down the hall. Mr. D mentioned a fetish for heels and for the first time I noticed it. With each set of steps he growled at the noise. My heels clacked fasted as he rushed me down the hallway; he couldn’t take it anymore.
The door to the room flung open and we rolled into it blinded by our passion. Luckily the door auto-locked or we would have given the world a show. Hands traveled around bodies as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. Everything felt right but I still feared disappointment in the back of my head. My lips and tongue retreated back to my face as I sunk into the bed. My eyes glanced over at Mr. D undressing from his cute holiday sweater and Levi jeans.
“What if it isn’t good?” I blurted out. My mind grew tired of figuring out ways to better phrase the statement.
“Then I’ll work to make it better” he replied while he continued to undress himself.
“But what if you can’t make it better” I rebuttal.
Now in just a pair of boxers Mr. D slid across the bed and alongside me. His smile tried to reassure me but it didn’t.
“Then you’re way more advance and need to teach me” he chuckled while kissing my forehead.
I was taken aback by his statement. My back straightened as I sat up off the bed. Mr. D copied me and grabbed my hands.
“We can try it out; it’ll be fine. If it doesn’t work then it doesn’t work. If it does work though, you need to tell me when you’ve had enough or I’ll keep going”
I looked into his sincere blue eyes and felt him being genuine. Once again our tongues were dancing in each other mouths as our hands explored. It didn’t take Mr. D but two minutes to undress me. Two pillows were stacked at the top of the bed for my head while Mr. D sunk down lower “for something sweet to eat”.
Things went from playful exploration to X rated fast. Mr. D kissed my inner thighs on each side until he reached the middle. Once at the center he played along the sides of my pelvic bone.
“You know it’s not over there but in the middle, right?” I asked while he seem to dance around the elephant in the room.
Mr. D shot me a look but didn’t answer with words. His wet tongue pressed pressure on my clit; it forced me to yelp. Fingers inched up my body and grabbed my hard nipples. The pressure would subside and then rise with a quickness; it drove me wild. After a few minutes of teasing he finally allowed his tongue free range; slurping and slopping all across my pussy. Just like before our lips were inseparable. His fingers pulled back my hood to reveal my pink pearl, and that tongue went into gear. My yelps turned into moans as rivers flowed from my body. I couldn’t take it anymore. I anchored my palms on his head and forced him down further into my cunt. I began sliding my wet pussy all over him. His tongue stiffened in approval. Sounds of smacking lip filled the room as I smeared my pussy across his face.
Mr. D’s hunger grew as well and I was soon greeted with a cock by my face. I took him in my mouth and decided to return the favor. All while I was sucking him I kept thinking about how much my pussy was throbbing, how badly I wanted his cock, and how good Mr. D made me feel. It excited me to make him groan and grunt like he made me yelp. I went down deeper on this cock and he returned the favor from earlier. With one hand he grabbed the back of my skull and with the other the headboard. His hips thrusted into my mouth and he pushed his cock down deeper my throat.
Loads of spit filled my mouth trying to moisten the thick cock that was choking me. I couldn’t breathe but didn’t complain because of the intense rush of pleasure. Hearing him moan lead my fingers down to my cunt. Any maid walking in would of had a sight to see. Me laid up against the headboard on my back while Mr. D towered over me pumping my face.
Before we satisfied our hunger from the appetizer we decided to move on the main course. Mr. D reached over, put a condom on, and asked “Which way do you want it”. I teased “Which every way you can bring it” and he brought it. We began in missionary.
Mr. D toyed with his cock outside of my wet cunt. Rubbing it up and across my slit. Those blue eyes pierced my dark brown ones. I didn’t even notice him slipping his cock in; I was hypnotized by his stare. It was the thickness of his cock that broke my gaze. As I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him. I couldn’t help but watch his cock instead of his eyes. He began slowly and allowed my pussy to adjust to the thick member. The firm cock throbbed in my cunt while it waited to begin work. Mr. D laid on top of me and placed more kisses on my lips. It was in those blissful kisses that the first forceful stretch came; I felt the full force of his cock. His position changed and he was up on his knees now pumping my cunt. My thighs found themselves in his hands after I had trouble keeping them up.
Pound after pound Mr. D used his cock to push my tender little spot. All my fingers and toes curled as I tried to take the beating being brought to me. Not only was I moaning but my cunt was talking as well. Sloppy, wet, gushy sounds came from her lips; I couldn’t understand what was happening. Mr. D never took his eyes off of me. Every moan, eye roll, and teeth grit he saw; it let him know what he was doing right. When my cunt began chatting Mr. D obviously understand her because he did what she wanted. He bent my knees towards me and planked in my pussy. Whatever the move is called, God bless it.
It only took a few pumps before my pussy was cumming and squirting all over the place. I couldn’t comprehend the continuous cummings I was getting. Not once did Mr. D stop. Even while my pussy shot up like a gushing geyser Mr. D still pumped through the waves.
“Wow, you can get wet” he teased as the bed began to overflood with my juices. I had no words only eye rolls with my fingers and toes curling. I couldn’t think. I wanted to say stop but the force from cumming was too strong and felt too good.
“You done already honey?” he teased again while watching me catch my breath between cums. That cock knew where my spot was and destroyed it. It wasn’t until he pulled me to the other end of the bed that I felt how soaked the bed was. Before pounding my pussy from this side he decided to “get a drink” . Especially since I was nice enough to “bring a water fountain” with me.
Even in sex Mr. D was a sweet smart ass. The smile on my face turned into shock as his fingers pressed inside my cunt and down on my spot. With two fingers and a couple licks on the clit Mr. D turned me into a water fountain he could drink from. It was the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me. There I was laid on my back like a turned-over turtle; legs pinned back and water shooting from my pussy like fountains in Vegas. After the second squirt he knew my particular pattern and could even count me down to squirt.
He’d start slow and then towards the end those two fingers would grip with force in my cunt. I had no choice but to shriek in ecstasy. The sheets were tangled in my fingers while i tried to hold onto something. My fingers tried to grip Mr. Ds flesh. My nails sunk into his skin with a fraction of the force I was fucked with. Mr. D pinned me tighter to the bed so I couldn’t escape his wrath.
After drinking from my fountain of youth Mr. D decided to show my now beautifully sloppy self to the world. The bed was drenched so he picked me up and placed my warm body against the cold window of our hotel room. We were on the ninth floor but could care less who saw us. My face hugged the chilly glass as Mr. D pumped me from behind. While his fingers pinched my nipples I reached down and rubbed my swollen clit.
A puddle dripped to the floor from my drooling pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet he made me. Moans continued to fill the room until Mr. D pulled us up onto our tippy toes. He tucked his hips in lower than mines and changed his angle. Within the first thrust of this new position I knew I was finished. As soon as his cock reached deep in my hole an ungodly noise escaped my lips. I couldn’t see Mr. Ds face, since he was behind me, but I knew he was smiling. I could feel his grin.
I was a trooper in the bed but now pinned to the window I felt powerless against that cock. The places that he reached in my pussy were uncharted territory. My breast dropped from Mr. Ds hands and were pushed against the window. I didn’t dare to look out the window. Goosebumps surfaced all over my body, my legs grew weak but Mr. D was there to the rescue. He grabbed my legs and held me up. Now I was stuck against a window, feet off the ground, with a crazy cock fucking the shit out of me. I was in heaven but I couldn’t handle much more. It didn’t take long once in the air, for me to spray the window with my squirts. I could hear Mr. D chuckle each time I came. Every time the rivers would start to trickle down my legs he would force an explosion instead. Pumping hard and deep until I spoke no words only facial expressions and gasped for air.
I had to tap out. I learned,after squirting for the eleventh time, what Mr.D said earlier was true. He was amazing and you do literally have to stop him or he will keep going. I grabbed his wrists and told him I couldn’t take much more. He peeled me off the window, walked me to the bathroom, and bent me over the sink.
“Good baby, as long as you’re satisfied” he sung in a sweet tone. I stared at him through the bathroom mirror. I couldn’t hold the gaze for long. It seemed anytime I stared at him he’d just force my eyes to roll in the back of my head. He’d continue to watch me while he dug at my spot. He broke my gaze, concentration, and any train of thought. My body drifted to a dream state where I was aware of the fucking but so overstimulated that I could do nothing except continue to be helplessly fucked like a rag doll. I couldn’t fuck him back only take my pounding. A smack across my ass woke me from my trance. Mr. D dug his fingers in my flesh; he was getting close. He placed on hand on the mirror and the other on the small of my back. His left foot rested on the sink counter top beside my body as he continued to destroy my hole. Once again he built up force then penetrated me deeply. His ball slapped my clit each time he thrusted. Grunts filled the room and Mr. D gripped my hips as he pumped his load deep into my twat.
Kisses ran down my back and Mr. D slid out of me. He turned the shower on and returned to me, frozen on the sink; shocked by the last two hours that transpired. Our bodies stayed embraced until the bathroom filled with steam. Mr. D guided me to the shower and began to wash my sore body. We showered with kisses in between washes. Afterwards we cuddled in the bed until my body was rested and ready for the rest of the day. Needless to say we have been fucking happily ever since. Thanks to Mrs. D for sharing :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a03v0e/thanks_to_mrs_d_for_sharing_fm
Hottest thing I think I’ve ever read.