“I will tear your place apart,” I screamed and drove straight to his gas station. I was determined to go to his damn place and make a big scene.
I arrived in no time, stormed in and started yelling, “you bastard, you lousy idiot”. Then I realised that behind the counter was not Mr. Alex but another man. A short, thin, old man that smiled at me.
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
“Mr. Alex”
“He is upstairs, taking his break.”
“Fine,” I said and headed upstairs.
I looked around and I saw light in the living room. When I looked inside I was shocked. He was sitting in the sofa stroking his cock while watching porn.
“Oh come on... you are sick,” I yelled
I caught him by surprise and scared him like a kid being caught red-handed. In panic he shoved his cock back in his pants. A moment later when he realised it was me.
“Anny! Holly fuck, you actually came back!” he said enthusiastically, obviously misinterpreting the reason of my visit.
“You wish, wouldn’t you?” I replied angrily.
“Absolutely!” he mocked.
“You bastard, you ruined my life...”
"What's with the language sweetheart?!" he teased while he stood up and walked behind the sofa towards me.
“Don’t come near me,” I yelled and walked around the sofa.
“Oh, so you are here to make a scene, aren’t you?”
“You bet I am!”
“Ok, ok, relax,” he said calmly as he went to close the door. “You don’t want old-Derek to hear you…”
He was right, it was embarrassing enough what I have done with him, I didn’t want anybody else to find out about it.
“I won't do you any harm, I never did,” he continued as he stood at the edge of the sofa, in a safe distance away from me.
“You've ruined me, you lousy bastard.”
“Not true babe,” he said. “Why you are so upset?”
“Don’t call me babe!” I shouted. “Damn you... I am doing stupid things, I am putting my whole life in danger because of you,” I confessed and sat down at the sofa.
“That's an honor!”
“Oh, fuck off…” I rarely curse but I didn't manage to contain myself.
“I take it you have done some naughty things, am I right?”
"I am not going to discuss this with you, ” I raised my voice.
“OK, I am now positive that you’ve done naughty naughty things!”
“You forced me and then everything started,” I apologized
“Forced is an overstatement… I might have been a bit over-persistent, but I only did it to show you what you really want.”
"You are a dirty pig," I said angrily, “you should be in jail for what you did to me.”
“Do you remember how great it was?” He asked and I saw his lusting eyes tracing the length of my body.
“What kind of question is that? Is he really trying to turn the tables on me?” I wondered. I wasn't one to get easily upset, but this guy was taking my anger to a whole new level.
“You had no right to do what you did to me...” I raised my voice again.
"Let's travel back in time for a second," he mocked, “I recall that you loved everything I did to you. We both know it. Don't lie that you didn't”
"You should be ashamed of yourself," I replied.
“No, you should be ashamed of yourself, for not admitting what you really want," he continued the dialogue.
I knew I should just leave and ditch this whole “make a scene” thing, but I stayed and continued arguing.
“You really think you can get away with anything, don't you?”
“From the first moment I saw you, I knew you wanted it.” After a pause he repeated the question, “do you remember how great it was?”
He was talking without any interest in having a real conversation. He obviously didn't care about what I was saying. Most guys know better than to attempt to talk over an upset and angry person, but not this dirty old man. He was really trying to turn the tide. But I wasn't going to let my guard down. Not this time.
“Don't act like you didn't liked it, I can still hear you screaming and moaning,”
"Shut up," I blurred out and closed my eyes. Suddenly I was haunted by images of him doing all sort of improper things to me. Everything in this place reminded me of what I have done with him. Instantly, I remembered all the nasty things he had done to me. The way he forcefully entered me for the first time
how he made me moan and orgasm licking my pussy while I was on all fours
how he dominated me by spreading my legs and banging me hard
At that point my defenses cracked just a little. All these memories flashed through my mind vividly, making me more excited than I should have been. All my relationships were with handsome, kind men who respected me and treated me like a treasure. Mr. Alex was none of them. He had no respect for me, my arguments, or anything really. He was treating me like I was a sex object ready to be used. He was rough on me, he showed no mercy. He made me scream and moan and cum uncontrollably. And he made me love sex so much, that I can enjoy it with anyone.
“You liked everything I did, didn’t you?” he asked as my mind was in sudden conflict. His words echoed inside my head and my defenses weakened.
“I did you fucking bastard,” I fessed up to myself without saying a word.
“I offered you many orgasms…”
“Yes, you did,” I thought admitting to myself, “… such intense orgasms. How is this possible? How did you managed to make me orgasm that hard?” I wondered.
“You even loved sucking my cock. At first you didn’t want to, but after you tried it, you didn’t want to take your mouth away from it.”
“Damn you, you old pervert… Yes, I couldn’t take my mouth away from it but the scent was so intoxicating and the taste was so exquisite that I couldn’t help myself, I was drawn to it more and more,” I continued talking to myself.
I couldn't stand him but he'd certainly had a way with me. He wasn't the typical older, sweet person. No, not this guy. Whether he was trying to break me slowly, or he was expecting my own desire to grow to match his, it was working, I was giving in. Despite my considerable nerves, I instantly became dangerously aroused. To make things worse, I was still unsatisfied from my masturbation session in the car and the driver cumming just before I had an orgasm. This old bastard clearly wanted to take me again, shove his cock into me and give me the exact same treatment as last times. He can make me orgasm in just a few minutes. My body shuddered at these thoughts. I came in to his place so convinced that I will make a scene, almost arrogant about it, but my feelings had clearly softened.
“You just don’t want to admit to yourself that you liked everything so much and you want more. You can’t explain it, you can't understand it, you can't accept it. Today for example, you told yourself that you came here to make a scene, but actually you came here because I invited you and promised you more.”
How could he think that? Maybe, in his own twisted way he did think that I came back for that, despite how obviously I didn’t. But instantly I wondered: “Or maybe he is right? Did I cheated myself subconsciously?” I had no answer for this question.
“You want more, don’t you?”
I wasn't naive. I knew better, but somehow that bastard got through my defenses. Call me twisted, but a part of me was seriously excited. My body quivered at the thought of servicing this dirty old man once again and having him bring me to orgasms. My pussy flowed with juices as I got extremely aroused. I looked into his amused eyes and I was certain that he was thinking the exact same thing.
“I can tell you're desperate for more. Don't fight it. Stop resisting. Give in. You know you want this. That's why you came back..."
"I... I..." I started to say something, I'm not sure what, but nothing really came out. The damn old bastard was winning every battle.
“Do you remember the way I made you scream with pleasure?”
I closed my eyes again. I wish I could forget. But I couldn’t. I was unable to control my desires, and perhaps, deep inside, unwilling to. The guilt was there, but I felt my pussy getting wetter and warmer. I couldn’t admit it consciously yet, but deep down I wanted him to take me again. My horniness began rationalizing this as a possibility. Lust was consuming me and I wanted desperately to succumb to my depraved desires.
“You came here twice and you remember how it ended up both times, don’t you?” He continued.
"Yes, I remember... vividly," I thought. I was shocked and I hated myself for how easily and quickly he broke me. I was almost desperate for a good orgasm and he could certainly get the job done. He'd give it to me harder than ever, he'd call me all sorts of humiliating names, he’d make me scream, he’d make me cum many times. He is good at what he does to me, no doubt about that. I felt like a dirty whore ready to be used. “I hate you, I thought, “but right now all I want is to let you use me anyway you want”.
That was it, I was going to give in to my sinful desires.My walls, my defenses, were now completely crumbled. History was about to repeat itself. It was decided. My submissive side, my inner slut, won the battle. Screw not orgasming. Screw the fact that I hated this guy. I wanted, I needed, to orgasm right now! It was now a matter of time to happen and we both knew it. We just didn’t know how it will happen. Past the point of no return, I began to think of how I could make this happen. I couldn’t ask for it. That would have been far more humiliating than I could bear.
“I have to be tricked, or trapped or forced. I must have no option to avoid it. But we have already passed the point where you can trick me or trap me. You are a sneaky old bastard but I am sure that you cannot come up with a plan on the spot. You have to force me, then there would be nothing I could do,” I continued talking to myself. “But you are not going to force me, not this time. I made you stand still at the edge of the sofa, you are not daring to come near me.”
“Do you remember how it ended up?” he broke me from my thoughts repeating his last question.
Then a slutty idea crossed my mind and I immediately followed it. I decided to play the helpless card and try to make him responsible for what will happen, pretending that I thought I had no choice.
“Yes, I remember. Both times you forced me. What’s the point of asking again and again? Oh... Oh my... you mean... you mean that you are you going to force me again?” I asked giving him the opportunity to have me exactly where he wanted me to be.
“You bet I am,” he played along right away. I squeezed my thighs tightly, it was actually going to happen again, my devious plan worked instantly.
“And there is nothing I can do to avoid it?”
“Not a single thing. I will use you as I wish for my pleasure, you little slut”
Damn, that dirty talking was my weakness, and he knew that well.
“Even if I put up a fight?”
“No matter what,” he said and undid his pants releasing his cock to my view, “you will suck my dick, I will lick your pussy and then we will fuck like animals.” His words made me so horny I almost came right there. I bit my lower lip and squeezed my thighs tighter and tighter together.
“What if I scream?” I kept playing my game.
“Then Derek will come up, not to save you but to join us. You don't want that, do you?”
“No, no, I don’t want that…”
I paused for a moment and then exhaled in disappointment, “I guess I have no choice then.”
I climbed on the sofa and walked seductively on my hands and knees towards him.
“Let's get this over with, I don't have much time to waste with you,” I continued while crawling and bringing myself closer to him and his waiting cock.
I willingly formed an O with my lips and invited his cock into my slutty mouth. He pushed his cock in my mouth and I felt the taste of his pre-cum that I have been craving for.
"Oh fucking yes... that's it... It feels good, doesn't it?” he asked me as he slowly fucked my mouth.
“Oh yes,” I thought as I licked his cock while he was pumping it slowly in and out of my mouth.
“You look so good with my cock in and out of your mouth,” he said.
I matched his thrusts and as he pulled away from me, his cock slide out of my mouth and when he pushed back I let it go deep inside. A couple of times he took his cock out of my mouth away from my reach. With my mouth open, I tried take it in again, but he moved it to the side of my face and playfully slapped my cheek with it. He waved it from my left cheek to my right cheek before I had the chance to suck it in again.
"Look at you, you are sucking my cock and you love it. You are so fucking dirty. You love this, don’t you? I bet your pussy is so wet right now. I bet your pussy was wet from the moment you decided to come here..." he continued to tease me.
He then pulled his cock away from my eager lips and asked me to take my clothes off. I became annoyed when he took it out of my mouth. I complied immediately and I got naked in a flash. He took his shirt off and sat down on the sofa. Before he could take his pants off completely, I went down on him again, working my mouth slowly and sensuously up and down his cock.
“You horny little slut! You just can't contain yourself can you?” he said as I almost felt him smiling at his achievement.
I hated myself for being so weak. Then I felt his hand move between my legs and started to caress my sensitive and wet pussy. I moaned over his cock as he began to play with my oversensitive pussy, teasing it with his fingers.
"That's it suck me..." he told me and I felt my pussy tighten around his finger. My orgasm was building and I felt it was going to be so powerful.
Shortly after, he expertly slid under me and pulled me down right over his face. My mouth never left his cock as he maneuvered himself into a sixty-nine position. I’ve always felt that sixty-nine was the ultimate intimacy. A couple licking and sucking each other, equally giving and receiving pleasure in a race to orgasm.
It felt so wrong, so sinful that I was doing something so intimate with a man other than my husband. On the other hand it felt totally erotic. We became louder as we pleased each other. We were moaning with lust and the sucking sounds were increasing the sensation of pleasure. At some points he was driving me so wild, I couldn't possibly focus on giving him a blow job. His tongue so expertly worked over my pussy as I eagerly gave his cock hard steady sucks.
He started sucking my clit in a faster rhythm. I was building up to a great orgasm, as good as an orgasm should be. I couldn’t even concentrate to suck his cock. I lifted my body up and pressed my pussy lips against his mouth.The sensation was exquisite as I grinded myself onto his face.
"You want to cum, don't you?" he said with muffled voice as his mouth was locked on my pussy.
The sounds he made as he was licking and sucking on my pussy were so animalistic. They boosted my perverted feelings sending me over the edge. My body yelled for release. I rotated my ass on his face and grounded my pussy against his mouth.
"Ohh I can't hold it, ooohh, oooohhh, you got me you bastard! Yeeeeees!” I grunted as I gave myself up to the long-pending orgasm. I sat down on his face, enjoying the sense of his tonguing.
“Ooohh, Yeeess, Yeeeeees!!” I screamed out loud at the pure, intense pleasure coursing through my body. Ensuring his mouth was locked on my pussy, I let out a deep moan and then a long “yes” as my orgasm washed over me. Once again he made me cum.
Blinded by last and while my body was still quivering I rode his cock, desperate to put something inside me. Up and down I went, moaning all along as my breasts bounced with my every movement.
“Oh you dirty slut. You really wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” he teased me.
I started lifting myself further off his cock, and slamming myself back down on it, surrendering into the pleasure he was giving me. He was moaning and thrust up into me every time I lowered back down.
I felt so slutty. I couldn't stop moaning as I ride him reverse cowgirl. I was in a frenzy. My nipples were harder than ever as my breasts were bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side with each thrust. The old man was moaning too, signaling that he was about to explode.
"Stop... Slow down... I'm not gonna last long," he moaned trying to control his excitement.
This was way faster than usual, but I didn’t gave him a chance to recover and last longer. I didn’t slowed down, I wanted to make him cum. I was in charge now.
“Oh fuck.. I'm gonna cum... Oh fuck..”
“Yes, you sleazy pervert... shoot your load for me,” I shouted lost in the moment and wanting it more than I had ever wanted it before.
I slowed my rhythm, building him up more slowly and prolonging his orgasm.
“Finish me off... Make me shoot my load... Ooooh... That's it babe... like that...” he cried out excited as I felt his cock swell up and throb in my pussy. I was certain that he needed just a few more pumps to empty his load.
“Yes... Arghh...” he moaned and groaned with each downward motion of my body.
“Now... Now...” he cried out in pleasure as his body shook in ecstasy
I pulled his cock out just in time. I grabbed it, squeezed it as hard as I could and pumped it as thick ropes of spunk erupted from his throbbing member.
“Cum you lousy bastard... shoot your spunk for me...” I yelled, still caught up in the moment. That was new. Usually I was not talkative during sex, in fact I used to be quite shy. But this old pervert was awakening a side of me that I didn't know I had. A hidden sexual side, filled with lustful desires, that made me want to be a total slut. He was groaning like a bear while his cock kept spasming in my hand, shooting spurts of hot spunk.
We both breathed heavily for a minute and the raw sexuality of the moment was gone, replaced by the worries about what I had done.I felt embarrassed, guilt came right back and I had to get out of there. I guessed that I had forgotten about that in the heat of the moments. I stood up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. I had just finished, when the door opened and he came in. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out.
"I have to go," I said weakly.
“Oh no, I haven't finished with you.”
"I really need to be getting home now," I tried to insist.
"No, I don't think it's time for you to go yet,” he said as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them.
“Please, I really do,” I pathetically pleaded with no resistance left to oppose him.
As usual, my pleads went to deaf ears. He attacked my breasts with his hands and mouth like a starved man.
“Fuck... I love these knockers...” he said excited while he was squeezing and cupping my boobs. His hungry mouth took one nipple inside while his hands kept fondling my breasts. He switched his mouth between my nipples over and over licking and sucking them like he wanted to consume them.
“Stroke my dick, take it in your hands and rub up and down, make it hard again,” he said in a calm yet commanding tone.
I looked at him angrily but he was busy licking and kissing my nipples.
“I said stroke it...” he repeated louder, more demanding this time than before.
Once again I succumbed to his dominance and his power to control my mind and my body. It seems that I loved to be taken, to be forced to give up my will and be controlled. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the blood coursing through him as he kept fondling my heavy boobs in his palms.
I stroke him fast and hard, feeling him becoming rigid again in my hand. Both my breasts were in his hands as he was sucking them and played around my nipples, assaulting them with his tongue.
“Oh yes, that's it, baby..." he murmured in pleasure but still fairly calmly. “I love the fact that you are always reluctant at first, it makes it more worthwhile when you succumb.”
I squeezed his cock tighter, to show my disapproval of what was going on but he let out a moan of pleasure.
“Oh, yes! Perfect! Yes!” he encouraged me.
As he was feasting on my breasts, my nipples became sensitive to his mouth and fingers. I unwillingly let out a little soft moan causing Mr. Alex to smirk. There was no sound other than the ones we made as we pleased each other.
“Now get down on your knees and give me some real pleasure,” his voice break the silence. He stared into my eyes, his face inches away from mine. I continued to give him my angry stare but he didn’t cared at all.
“On your knees... where you belong...” he ordered and gave me a dominant look. His eyes pierced mine, and I lost the control of my body. I was a pushover and easy to manipulate for someone that knows how to take control. I looked into his eyes with an irritated face, as I moved downwards bending my knees.
My hand encircled the base of his cock as I opened my mouth. I sucked it once and then let it go. He moaned a little and I gave it another suck. Down on my knees doing whatever pleased him.
That was it. After a few sucks I loved it. The feel of his hard cock in my mouth pulsing against my lips and sliding across my tongue made me horny again.
"That's it, enjoy my cock..." he said and I moaned in response.
“Suck my dick... Show me how much you love to blow me...” he said triumphantly.
Faster and tighter I was sucking his cock whenever he talked. It was clear that I was into it again. Just an hour ago I came back to his place feeling angry, wanting to yell, to scream, to throw something at him. Just an hour ago I hated him. And now here I was on my knees, sucking his cock, trying to make him hard again so he could fuck me once more.
He broke me again. I hated him for that and I hated me for giving him that power. For one more time I succumbed to his power to control me, bobbing my head back and forth, taking him into my mouth with each movement, sucking him off as best as I could.
Time flew by as I pleased him with my mouth, acting like a wanton bitch at his command. I was turned on by the knowledge that he was way under my league, yet I was sucking his cock and loving it. I was his fuck toy, allowing him to control my body for his pleasure. My horniness hit an all new level, I felt very slutty from it all.
"Damn! You really know how to suck cock! all sluts like you know how to suck cock!” he said degrading me with his verbal assault as he pulled his cock out of my eager mouth.
Then, he put his hands on my waist, pulled me up and lifted me onto the table. I leaned back against my hands and lay flat on my back, just watching and waiting to see what he would do next. He placed his hands between my thighs pulling them apart, exposing most private area to his admiring gaze. His jaw dropped as he looked directly at my naked pussy.
“Holly fuck,” he said in awe.
“My goodness... Look at that beauty,” he continued. His gaze went from my face to my breasts, then down my body, pausing between my legs to my exposed pussy.
“Look at that pussy... You are so wet, I can smell your excitement. It looks like someone really enjoyed sucking my dick...” he teased and run his finger up and down my slit. I remained motionless, pathetically accepting his improper behavior.
“I was about to fuck you but damn...” he said while lowering his head between legs legs. “Damn I have to kiss this pussy,” he added just before his lips made contact with my moist opening.
He knew well what he was doing. His tongue caressed my outer lips and I shuddered. He brought the tip of his tongue over my clit and gently toyed with the sensitive nub. Moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. My head was thrown back and my eyes were closed as my body was screaming with desire. I felt my juices flowing and I could hear him lapping them up eagerly, tasting me like a fine wine, savoring every drop I was giving him.
"Ohhhh... What are you doing to me?" I moaned involuntary. Any rational part of my brain was shut off. My body wanted release, needed a release.
"Eat me.. Yes... Eat me.. ohhhh...” I moaned not caring about anything, letting him know I loved what he was doing to me.
He was making loud slurping noises as he sucked and lapped at my pussy. Finally I felt it coming and it was a powerful one.
"Ohhh... I'm going to come... oh my... I can't help it... finish me... Ohhh... finish me..." I moaned in pleasure.
I squeezed my thighs against the sides of his face and my legs started to shake as I let out loud moans. He was pressing his mouth against my pussy, licking my slit and sucking up my juices. His lips were locked to my pussy and my whole body was trembling as I continued to orgasm. He kept his face there until my body quit trembling.
As my climax began to subside, he stood up, pulled my hips towards him and put my ankles on each side of his head. Giving me no chance to recover, he aimed his hard cock at my sopping pussy and shoved it all the way into me. I lifted my head to watch him thrusting hard and fast into me, giving me just what I wanted. My hands tighten their grip on the edge of the table, as I lay helplessly on my back, completely at his mercy to be treated however he wanted.
"You came here to call me names, didn’t you? You stupid bitch... Take my cock now... Fucking take it ..." he uttered ironically in time to his thrusts.
I was so aroused. The way he took control of me and used me. The way he made me do things. The way he made me want things. His humiliating words and treatment. The idea of being so helpless. It is embarrassing to admit, but when I was under his control, I was his slut.
“Give it to me... Fuck me hard...” I responded.
"You are a slut, aren't you? You like men to fuck you, don't you?”
"Oh yes... Give it to me... just like that... Ooooh...” I am ashamed to admit how much I loved the humiliation I was feeling.
He kept pounding me hard, giving me the pleasure I craved. It was all too much for me and I came on his cock with a loud cry. He continued thrusting in me over and over till my orgasm stopped.Then he pulled out of me, bend me over the table and fuck me from behind.
He began pounding his cock in and out of my pussy. The slapping sounds of our colliding bodies echoed through the room as he fucked me hard.
“You love it that way, aren’t you? I know you love it!”
“Oh yes harder... Give it to me...” I moaned in response as a burst of pleasure ran through me.
“You like men to fuck you. Don't you bitch?"
"Yes... yes... that's what I like...” I cried anxiously, admitting my hidden, secret desires. “More... more... That's it...” I continued.
“Fuck, yes! That's the way I like it,” He groaned triumphantly.
He grabbed my left ass cheek and squeezed it really hard, grunting and calling me names as he pumped me harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out and groaning like a bear he sprayed his load over my back and ass.
“You know, I’m good for one more round, if you're up to it.” He said while Ι was looking for my panties.
A smile slipped my lips at his cocky comment.
“I’m serious,” he continued.
I turned my head and looked at him laying naked on the sofa. He was old and plump but still whatever he was doing to me was working; he was making me so weak. His cock twitched as my eyes wandered down his body. I looked back at his face to see the cheekiest grin imaginable.
I started automatically to look away, but then thought, “the heck with it” and walked towards him. I didn’t need to be forced, seduced, or persuaded. The desire to let him take me one more time consumed me. I wanted it. I wanted to feel again the degradation, the submission, and I succumbed to lust and temptation. Without saying a word I sat on the floor next to the sofa and without any hesitation I took his cock in my mouth.
Old Mr. Alex moaned as my head bobbed up and down in his lap, sucking and pumping his cock.
"Look at you... I didn't even ask you to put it in your mouth," he snorted with wry grin. That realization covered me with humiliation. He was right, I couldn’t believe I was doing this on my own free will, driven only by lustful urges.
“Suck my cock ... Yes... Suck it good and I will do you again...” he continued.
I continued sucking his cock in a steady motion and making gurgling noises, then progressively sucking faster and harder.
“You love that cock, don’t you? Suck it good, show me how much you love it,” he arrogantly bragged.
But he was damn right. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying sucking his cock. I wanted every inch of that cock in my mouth, tasting his precum over and over again.
“Good job, you got me ready,” he said as he stood up and smiled pompously. “Now sit down and spread your legs!”
I've never done this before for any of my lovers yet I surrendered to that arrogant smile and obeyed the humiliating order. I layed back on the sofa and I willingly opened my legs for him, inviting him to take me again.
It was the degradation that fascinated me, the idea that I had to spread my legs for this dirty old man.
"Come on then," I invited him.
"Oh fuck, you are so sexy... I could not have thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get to fuck someone like you." He said as he took a moment to admire my body.
“Look at you, spreading your legs for me." He growled huskily as he moved between them. “Let me give you a proper fuck now,” he continued as his cock touched my pussy and I felt a fresh gush of juices soaking my opening.
He rubbed his cockhead up and down my wet pussy slit and over my clit. I really wanted it in. I was insanely horny, even three or more orgasms weren't enough for me anymore.The teasing and the anticipation were driving me crazy.
"You want my hard cock in that nasty pussy of yours, don't you?"
“Oh... don't tease me with it, shove it in me,” I surrendered
He didn't need a second invitation and he rammed his cock inside my pussy, thrusting in and out as fast as he could.
He fucked me hard, both of us grunting and groaning loudly. He kept ramming his cock into my pussy so forcefully that my breasts jumped with each thrust.
"Feel that, baby," he said. "Does that feel good?"
"That feels good. That really does feel good!"
He held my legs high and wide apart as he pumped me hard and fast. He felt rock hard as he thrusted from various angles and directions stimulating my clit and swollen pussy lips. I played with my breasts, cupping them and pinching my erect nipples for his and my satisfaction.
Despite his age, his stamina was impressive. He was relentless and primal. He kept fucking me with no regard, driving me wild and making me moan in pleasure. Over the next fifteen minutes or more he fucked me in various positions until we ended up in the doggystyle position. For a brief moment I questioned myself, wondering how I could receive such pleasure from this dirty old man.
"You stupid dirty whore, take it... Take it... " he yelled as he jack hammered me.
“Oooooh ... Give it to me ... Harder... Yes... Like that... Now you're doing it... Ooooh... ” I was moaning in response as my body rocked back and forth and my big breasts were swaying under me.
After a while of hard doggystyle fucking and really intense pounding he took his cock out of me.
“I didn't cum in your mouth today... I know you want to taste me, I know you've missed my cum...” he said insulting and humiliating me some more.
“Now get down on your knees and blow me, I want to fill your mouth with my cum” he continued.
As humiliated as I was, the feeling of being manhandled was turning me on. Willingly obeying his wish, I squatted in front of him and took him in my mouth. My eyes closed and I moaned loudly, like a cum hungry slut. I hated myself for liking that, but the taste of his sperm was was so fucking delicious. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum. I bobbed back and forth on his cock, stroking it in rhythm with my head movements.
I eagerly worked on his cock, trying to get his juices out of it. I had become hooked on his cum, Ι couldn’t control the urge to taste it again.
"Suck me off," he urged me, "I've still got a lot of sperm in my balls... Oh yeah, that's it, suck me...”
Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jacking it in front of my face.
“Open your mouth... get ready...” he moaned
“Oh... Give me that load... I want it!” I moaned as I opened my mouth and waited in anticipation. I wanted to taste him one last time. To be owned by his cock. I never felt this way before, I was so turned on.
“Oh... it's feeding time...Oooh... Here it comes... Ooooh fuck...” he groaned.
He pumped his cock with his fist one last time and then a powerful rope of cum hit my cheek. He aimed better and the second one hit the back of my throat. I kept my yearning mouth wide open, as his cum continued to shoot out from his cock like a machine gun.
This time his cum was thin and dribbly, possibly because he already came twice, but shot out from the tip of his cock with great force whipping my face. I tried to catch it all, but some dripped off of my chin and onto my heaving breasts.
When he finally finished I took his cockhead back into my mouth, craving to taste more of his cum. I gently, almost passionately wrapped my lips around his cock savoring the last of his juices as my tongue toyed with his cock.
When there was no more cum coming from his cock, I let it fall from my mouth. Mr. Alex lay exhausted on the sofa as I started to get dressed.
“I was right, wasn’t I?” he asked me. “This was amazing and it gets better every time!”
I hated that he was right. I hated my lust for sex, my craving for cum. I hated my perversion to enjoy the humiliation. The truth was that I never have been so sexually turned on. I had my share of experiences but nothing compared to the sex I had with this dirty old bastard. I said nothing, I felt ashamed to admit that it was indeed amazing. I looked down to avoid eye contact with him, which I think he took as my acceptance that what he was saying was true.
“You needed it and you got it. Don't worry. You'll be back for more. Your kind always is."
"My kind?" I asked.
"You got a hot pussy and you are sexually frustrated. Just come back, that's all you have to do. Come back and I will take care of you."
When I left his place I was a totally different person. I did a terrible thing but that was only half of the problem. The other half was that I wasn't feeling too guilty about what I had done. Mr. Alex pushed his luck and won several times. As I neared my car, I made a deal with myself. If someone has the guts to try to seduce me, if someone has the balls to try to force me, then it will not be my fault if I will succumb.
While I was driving back home, I began to get excited anticipating my next adventure. I tried to imagine what my next sexcapade will be, what kind of man will be the next, under which circumstances I will offer myself to him. The more I thought, the weirder I got. I had changed, I realized that. I wondered if I will ever be able to control myself.
End of Part 7
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