(F/M) – How a Predator Stalks Her Pray

Robert and I dated a while back. We were your typical naive twenty-something couple who enjoyed copious amounts of crazy sex whenever we got the opportunity. Ah to be young again, and enjoy the accompanying sex drive.

We eventually went our own separate ways, but I’ll never forget that sex. He was easily the best partner I’ve ever had, and that is even counting my amazing husband. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoy a very hot bedroom, but we are lovers. What I had with Robert was.. Primal. It was pure fucking. Animal lust, if you will. So imagine my surprise when I bumped into Robert ten years removed from when I last saw him, and at a trade show none the less.

“Well hello there stranger. A long time no see.” I said as I snuck up behind him.

“That voice. That accent. There is no mistaking it for anyone else’s. Serena?” He spoke as he turned around to face me.

I am short, but curvy. Straight black hair, and I have a well practiced and intoxicating smile. Men and women both described my ample breasts as amazing, and for the men who like nice round asses, I had that too. All that leads up to the simple fact that as luck (or rather, genetics) would have it, my physique is very well suited for a successful and lucrative career in sales. Not to mention that, intellectually, I saw men as pray. Something to be consumed, and cast aside after they’ve served their purpose.

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Robert. You’ve lost some weight since we last saw one another.” I very coyly spoke.

“And you look as lovely as the last time I saw you, darling.” He continued with the customary pleasantries.

We gave each other a hug, and I hoped that he noticed that I was trying very hard to press my tits against his chest. A not so subtle reminder to him of the things he gave up all those years ago.

“Not only did you lose weight, but it feels like you’ve become a gym rat, as well.” I said whilst running my fingers down his arms. I was a killer sales bitch, and knew all the right things to say.

“This must be the part where I try and decipher these compliments as old friends being kind, or banter from a sales rep” He said with a big smile.

I was quick to retort with the fact that my sales quota for this show had already been more than met, and even before breakfast was served. I assured him this was purely a social visit, not a business one.

“And don’t pretend like you don’t know that, if I wanted, I could have you without even needing to buy dinner.” I ended.

“Have your business, that is.” I corrected, with a wink.

We made idle chitchat. He told me about his kids and all the dates he has been on since splitting with his now ex wife. I told her how much fun being married was with the giant pool of money we swim in from not having kids was able to afford me and my husband. We were unable to conceive, so we remained blissfully wealthy with dual incomes.

That went on for a few minutes until the topic of dinner came back up.

So, at this point, it’s needless to say that I wouldn’t be posting this in /r/gonewildstories if all of this didn’t lead somewhere devious. To answer the obvious I did cheat on my husband with Robert. Not for any particular reason other than I wanted to fuck Robert silly over the course of several days, and that is what I did.

I always get what I want.

I know that those of you reading this might condemn these actions, but I don’t care. What I have with my husband is a very loving, lifelong, but strategic partnership. This was the first time I strayed in my marriage, but I don’t know if it’ll be the last. He doesn’t know about this encounter, and doesn’t need to know.

With that said..

We met later that night for dinner. Both of us coming up with excuses to separate from our respective trade show parties, and meeting up clandestinely in a nice place off the beaten path. The flirting between us escalated quickly to some fairly thick sexual tension. We rehashed some of those moments we shared together years ago, and reminisced about how wild we were in comparison to our current lives.

After several drinks into dinner it was clear to both of us what was our mutual intentions were. I had already resigned to the fact that I would be cheating on my husband with Robert, and Robert probably did not care that I was. So we set off back to his room for dessert.

As soon as the door shut our instincts took over. My hands hastily unbuttoned his shirt and pants, while he unzipped the back of my dress. We were, very quickly, in a state of mostly undressed when our lips met. That set in motion a wild frenzy that resulted in us moving very quickly towards the bed. I didn’t even get a chance to fully admire that luscious naked body of his before we were in the throes of it.

I pulled down what was left of his pants and he returned the favor by ripping the panties off of my body, and we fell onto the bed. From there he took a back seat to my control of the situation.

I had always been the one to be in the driver’s seat both in life and in sex. Any man who fell into this spider’s web was a mere plaything, and any attempt to wrangle control back was met with my ferociousness as a response.

He laid back as I climbed on his body. He was already rock hard, so I didn’t have to do anything to get him ready, but I liked to tease and taunt regardless. I started by straddling his legs, kneecap to kneecap, and I placed my wonderfully amazing tits right in his face. I slowly ran them across his stomach and put them right around his gloriously thick cock.

From there it was a mix of my mouth dancing on and off his full erectness and rubbing my tits up and down it. Every time my mouth left him it left his cock soaking wet, and I would use that as lubrication while I used my tits to entertain his rock hard dick.

I purposefully did this for an extended period of time, so that it seemed like days had gone past before I let go of this position. I sat straight up, and wriggled my way up his body.

One other remarkable feature about myself that I’ve neglected to mention is my kitty, my delightful pussy. It was this tiny little shaved thing of perfection that always looked delicious, but I never wanted to be eaten. You see, I liked being in control so much so that I would forgo the usual receiving oral part of coupling that ordinarily would get a woman ready before sex. Instead, I had a very different way of warming up this engine, and it was something I know he had been looking forward to.

I pressed his cock flat against his stomach and positioned myself right at the base of the shaft and his balls. From there I spread my labia with my fingers and rubbed my clit forward slowly up the length of his dick. This is how I stimulated myself before sex, and this was how I tortured my men.

He loved every agonizing moment of it.

This went on until his cock was soaking with my juices. On occasion I would slide myself all the way to the head of his cock, and rub my opening against it. The teasing was unbearable for both of us. Every so often I would gently insert the tip inside and hold it there. If he tried to thrust upwards I would dig my french tipped manicured nails into his chest as a painful reminder not to try and dictate the encounter.

I was always in control.

From there I began rubbing my clit more vigorously against his shaft. He knew I was at the apex of cumming, but he also knew that I loved to edge. For those who don’t know what edging is, I bring myself all the way to the “edge” of an orgasm and back off. This also had a similar effect on the men, and I’m sure Robert could have came buckets on multiple occasions here but I would always feel him becoming harder before he actually came and that would signal me to back off. I figured we both could have came nine or ten times by now if we indulged, but I knew what I was doing.

I was always in control.

After about forty grueling minutes of mutual edging, Robert was at peak frustration. I saw in his eyes that he was deciding to wrangle control away from me. I had to fight back with all my effort because he was my pray, and I would not be his. How dare he interrupt my fun? He tried to grab my hips and and I dug my nails into his wrists trying to assert control back from him. But he wasn’t having any of my dominance this time.

He forced me off of him and onto my back in one swift motion. My god he was strong. As much as I continued to resist, I knew the effort was futile. He climbed between my legs and got himself into missionary position. In my last ditch effort to regain control I tried to grab at his arms, but he got control of my wrists and pinned them above my head as he mounted my body.

He was in control now.

His cock was right at my opening when he saw the squirming look of frustration on my face. He sat there for a moment until I turned my head and locked eyes with him. I relented control to him and willingly wrapped my legs around his back. He was going to fuck me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He slammed his cock into my tight, but soaking wet pussy, and the screams and moans I let out as a result were beast like. I came almost immediately, and continued to have multiple pulsating orgasms after that. All of that edging was worth it. My pussy was in constant contraction and gripped onto his dick as he thrust in and out of me repeatedly. I was in total submission to his desires at this point, and enjoying the ride. After a few minutes I felt him about to climax, but he pulled out. Now it was he who wanted to edge a little bit more before releasing.

He let go of my wrists and grabbed my hair. I followed along and crawled my way to all fours. I could do nothing to stop him, and I was completely at his mercy. He only let go of my hair to then lock his hands around my hips. He then slid his throbbing cock back inside of me.

I knew he wasn’t going to waste anymore time on edging, and so I readied myself for one last climax of my own. I slid down onto my elbows, buried my face into the mattress, and cried out while he slammed my ass from behind. He did one last thrust as hard as he could into me, and we both shared the most vicious raw orgasms of our lives. We both collapsed afterwards in our sweaty pool of sin in that hotel room.

This was only the first night of the trade show, and it ended with a us both sore and exhausted. How could we possibly manage four more days?

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