by Amber Dark
She’s out of control, and so, so sexy. “Misty, you are so fucking hot.”
I look at her, her lips have parted and her breathing is rapid. “I’m going to give you options. You decide.” I trail my finger down her throat, along the creamy skin to where her breasts are. I slide my hands through the gap in her shirt and cup one of her breasts with my hand.
She bites her lip in reply. “What are my options?”
“I fuck you from behind, here on your lawn.” I point to the grass. “Where your neighbors may see?”
Her eyes widen and she licks her lips.
“Or we go inside. You take off those boring shoes, put on some heels, do a striptease for me, and then I fuck you from behind.” I lift my brow. “Either way, I’m going to fuck you from behind. Your gorgeous ass is mine.” I spank her ass, hard, but not too hard. I see uncertainty cross her eyes. “You can’t have both, only one. What’s it to be? Strip for me, or have the neighbors watch us fuck?”
She crosses her arms and shifts her stance. “I thought you said you liked mature women bossing you around.”
“I do.” I lean in and bite the fleshy bit of her ear before sucking it. “But you’re thinking too much, and my cock is waiting for you.”
Her gaze goes from my face, down to my crotch. She seems to like the bulge in my pants as she smiles. Her hand reaches down, and she runs her fingers over it. Fuck, her touch is turning me on. I love assertive women.
“I, um, think I’ll do a strip for you,” she says.
“Good decision, let’s go,” I say, tugging her toward the front door.
She unlocks the door and shuts it behind us. It’s just us.
“Where’s the living room?” I look around.
“Over there.” She points to the side. “Aren’t we going to the bedroom?” The question creases her forehead.
“No,” I say before pointing to her feet. “Now get those shoes off and come down in heels. Don’t change.” I then spank her ass again, because I love the roundness of it.
She grins before racing up the stairs, two at a time.
I make my way to the living room, close all the curtains, and remove all my clothes. I feel good being naked and not having my cock constricted in stupid boxer briefs.
I sit on the couch, and then lean over to grab my cell phone. I turn on the music, selecting some sexy Latin number that sounds like couples should be dancing or fucking to.
And then she appears in the doorway, wearing stilettos. “You said not to change. I’m still wearing the clothes I went out in.”
“That’s because I don’t care about your clothes,” I say. “I want you to strip for me.”
A look of worry crosses her eyes. “I’ve never—”
“Misty, stop apologizing,” I insist. “I don’t care that you’ve only ever fucked your husband. I want you. Now strip. Entertain me.”
She draws in a deep breath and then I see a shift in her stance. The nerves have been replaced with excitement, and she’s now looking forward to it.
Her gaze locks in with mine, and she walks to me, in those sexy heels.
I reach out and stroke my cock. She’s totally hot, and I can’t wait to fuck her.
She stands in front of me and swivels her hips, before undoing a couple of buttons. She then does some sexy dance move, before she finishes unbuttoning her shirt.
She opens the shirt slowly, giving me a good look at her tits. She’s wearing a lace bra. Fuck. Her tits are massive. My mouth waters. I love big tits. I’m lying, I love all tits, big and small. But she’s so sexy.
She rolls her shoulders and does some kind of movement that totally turns me on before she shrugs out of the shirt and drops it to the floor.
Her tits. I’m captivated by them.
I want to grab them. I want to suck them. I want to fuck them.
My cock is hard and throbbing. I continue to stroke it as I watch her.
She stands in front of me, her belly is almost flat, and I’m totally obsessed by her tits in that sexy lacy bra. I want to rip it off with my teeth. My hands start to rub my cock harder.
She struts around the room before she makes her way to me again. She straddles my thighs before she slowly removes the first strap of her bra. And then the second strap of her bra. But I can’t get to her tits. The bra is still up. Fuck.
She moves to the music, and runs her hands up and down her chest, before her hands cup her breasts and her fingers tease her nipples.
Fuck, she’s hot.
Slowly, inch by inch, she removes her bra and tosses it to the floor.
She’s sitting on me, naked waist up.
“What the fuck are you doing covering that beautiful body of yours up?” I demand. I had no idea that under that ugly top of hers was such a delicious body. “Don’t reply,” I snap at her.
Her hands come up to cup her breasts, and then she pinches her nipples, before rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.
I let out a groan. “I’m so turned on.”
“I can see that.” She licks her lips, and her hand comes down to stroke my cock. I groan from the pleasure of her touching me.
The boldness in her eyes makes me lick my lips.
She wiggles off my lap and kneels in front of me. Her hand strokes my cock and I lean back, enjoying the show, and seeing the determination and enthusiasm in her eyes.
And then she lowers her head and takes my cock in her mouth.
Fuck, that feels good.
My fingers tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp. She takes me fully in her mouth, and she sucks…hard.
Fuck. Her head is bobbing up and down and I groan. I fuck her mouth, and she takes it. She’s greedy for my cock.
I wrap her hair around my fist as her head goes up and down. I don’t want her hair in the way, I want to see her mouth fuck my cock. It’s such a turn on.
She then runs her tongue up and down my cock, before sucking my balls.
I can hear her groans as she licks and uses her fingers to run up and down my hardness. God, she’s hot. So hot.
“Misty, I want to fuck you,” I say.
She looks up, confusion crosses her eyes, as though she’s done something wrong. “Take your pants off, but keep your heels on,” I tell her.
She bites her lip, and nods, giving me the acceptance of our role play. For now, I’m in charge.
She stands in front of me, naked from the waist up. She turns her head to the side before she cups her breasts, massaging them. Her gaze meets mine.
She’s turned on and I’m loving this side of her. She’s letting go of her inhibitions. And I hope that she now sees herself as a sexy, beautiful woman who deserves to be pleasured.
I stand, and lean down to suck her nipples. I take each in turn, in my mouth, rolling it around using my tongue.
I slide my hands to her ass and cup her cheeks.
Then I stop, take a step back. “Strip for me. I want you naked.”
She licks her lips suggestively, before her hands come to her waist and she slowly lowers the elastic waist pants she’d been wearing together with her panties.
She steps out of her heels and then her clothes, so she’s fully naked in front of me.
I give her my hand, and she holds on to it as she slips her stiletto heels back on.
I run my gaze from her feet, up her legs, over her belly, hips, her glorious tits, up to her face. “You are magnificent,” I say. And she is.
“I have stretch marks,” she starts to say.
“I don’t give a fuck about that. You’re hot. You have glorious tits, and an ass that I want to touch.” I lead her to the dining table. “Lean over and grip the table.”
She does so, leaning over the table, her pussy glistening with her juices beckons me. I trace my finger along her pussy lips and feel her quiver.
“Mayim, I want you,” she pleads.
I lean over her, so my cock rubs along her pussy, and I whisper in her ear, “Do you want to be fucked hard or slow? T
hose are your options.”
I stand behind her, and trail my fingers up and down her spine, and then my hands massage her ass.
She turns to look at me and cocks an eyebrow. “I want to be fucked…hard.” She then turns away from me, gripping the sides of the polished wooden table. She wiggles her bottom at me, then tilts her pelvis so her gorgeous ass is lifted toward me.
I cup her ass, massaging the creamy skin. My cock is throbbing with need, and I guide it to her wet pussy. I rub it across the slick entrance and then I surge forward in one almighty thrust.
“Ohmaygawd,” she cries out. “That’s so good.”
I groan with pleasure. I withdraw and thrust even harder into her tight pussy, so I’m balls deep.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she cries out.
She’s so hot, and I’m willing to comply.
I start pumping hard into her; long, hard, strong.
I can feel her tighten around my cock, and it feels so good.
I massage her large breasts as I’m fucking her. She moans my name, and I don’t stop.
I then lean over, my cock buried in her and I instruct her, “Touch yourself, Misty. I want you to come with your fingers, while my cock is in your pussy.”
Her strangled reply fills me with satisfaction, and I wait while her right hand moves from the side of the table to her pussy. I can see her stroking herself and I can feel her tighten around my cock.
She’s still pressed against the table; I’m fucking her and she’s fingering herself.
So hot.
Her breathing is rapid, and she’s crying out for release. I grip her hips and fuck like the beast that I am. I pound into her, long and hard.
And within seconds, she screams out my name as she comes so hard. I smile in satisfaction. She deserves to be fucked and treated like the goddess that she is. After looking after everyone else’s needs, it’s time for her to be pleasured.
She collapses, sprawled on the table, her breathing coming in short, shallow breaths. I pull out my cock and it’s wet with her juices.
I press kisses on her body and then tongue the skin along her spine. The skin is warm and clammy, a result of us fucking.
I whisper in her ear, “Misty, you are so fucking responsive to me. I want to fuck you again and again.”
Misty
What the hell was that? An orgasm where I’d literally seen stars. I honestly thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure.
And he wants to do it again? I gulp. Sure, when I recover.
I’ve never been fucked like that, and despite the exhaustion, I want to experience it again. But my legs are shaky, and I have an urgent need to sit down.
Mayim guides me to the couch and I plonk down. I’m so tired, still reeling from the massive orgasm that has just ripped through my body.
Naked, but still wearing the stupid heels, I lean back and allow my breathing to return to normal.
And to think, I’d almost passed up the opportunity so I can watch TV in bed. Thank goodness I’d made the right decision to leave the Bachelorette party to be with Mayim.
I open my eyes and find him watching me. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
He stands and then kneels in front of me. He parts my thighs, leans forward and licks my clit. “You’re so wet.”
I shudder with delight. Despite that earth-shattering orgasm, I’m eager for another. I decide to continue the role play but this time, I’m in charge. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue, then your fingers, and then your cock.”
He lifts his eyebrow and then chuckles. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He licks my clit again. “You taste so good.”
His arms come up, and he tilts my body so my pussy is facing him. He removes the heels, throwing them on the carpet before he places my legs over his shoulders.
His head burrows between my legs and I feel his tongue licking me. I cry out, it feels so good. He licks me, he nibbles me and bites me. Soon, I’m panting and despite the massive orgasm I’ve just had, I want another. The back of my head is pressed against the sofa, and my hands are tangled in his hair, urging him on.
His fingers spread my lips apart and then his tongue is fucking me. It’s unbelievable. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I moan, begging for more.
His tongue is hot, and he knows exactly how to pleasure me.
“Touch your tits,” he urges me. This role play is so good. I love that I’m pleasuring myself while he fucks me. My hands come up and cup my breasts. I tease my nipples to peaks as I watch his head in between my legs. The pleasure is too intense. Watching him pleasure me makes me want to come on the spot.
He sucks my clit, and I can feel myself about to combust. I pinch my nipples, hard, and I cry out.
A wave of intense pleasure washes over me, and I scream out his name. But there is no break, while I’m coming, he’s fingering me, and my pussy muscles are clutching at his fingers. He smiles at me, and finger-fucks me, while I come. His two fingers are fucking my pussy as he leans over to suck my nipples.
I can’t breathe. I can’t talk.
All I can do is come on his fingers. I come again.
My breathing is in rapid bursts. My pussy is pulsating around his fingers, and silver stars are dancing in front of my eyes.
“Mayim,” I manage to say.
He removes his fingers and sucks each one, lapping at the juices. “You taste so good.”
“I’m exhausted, I need a break,” I confess. I’ve just come three times, so hard, that my body is still pulsating, and every nerve ending is in ecstasy.
“Of course.” He stands, leans over me, and lifts me into his strong arms as though I weigh next to nothing. I’m a grown woman but he acts like I’m not heavy and carries me to my bedroom.
There, he places me on top of the bed. He covers me with the comforter and brushes the stray hairs from my forehead. “You rest,” he says before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I wake suddenly, naked in my bed, wrapped in the comforter. Mayim? Is he still here? I sit up and look around the room. The grogginess has gone, and I’m fully awake. I find him lying next to me, watching me.
“You’re awake?” He smiles at me. “I had a shower while you were sleeping, hope you don’t mind.”
“No, that’s fine,” I say.
“Are we alone?” I’m suddenly worried one of my children might come home and find me with Mayim.
“I locked the front door and left a Do Not Disturb sign at the front,” he says with a blatant shrug of his shoulders.
“Really?” I ask.
“I wrote a sign saying that you were fucking some stranger and not to bother you,” he says with a smirk.
“I wouldn’t put that past you,” I say. He’s so confident and so damn sexy that I wouldn’t put it past him to do that.
“Do you want a shower, or can I fuck you again?” he asks.
“I thought we’d stopped the options and that I was in charge.”
“I was being polite, but feel free to tell me what to do.” He lowers his voice. “You know I like it.”
“Is there anything you don’t like?” I’m interested to know.
“I don’t like that you don’t show off your beautiful figure. You have the best tits, and they were covered under that ugly top of yours.”
“Mayim, I’m in my forties. I’m too old to be wearing tight clothes,” I remind him. Besides, just because I’m enjoying the night, does not mean he can tell me my clothes are ugly, or that I don’t look good in them.
“I’m not saying you need to dress like your daughter, but you should wear clothes that flatter your figure, not hide it.” He pauses. “You have a flat belly, and glorious breasts. I don’t understand why you wear clothes that are like tents.”
“Because they’re comfortable, and I’m just a mom and a wife, or rather, was a wife.”
Mayim
I can see she’s cranky, with the press of her lips, and ready to tell
me off when she realizes that what I am saying is true. She doesn’t wear flattering clothes, because she lost her self-confidence years ago.
“I believe you’ve been a caring, loving mom and wife, who has devoted her time to her family. You’ve cleaned, cooked, shopped, and cared for them all, often putting your needs behind everyone else’s.”
Her eyes widen in recognition as I continue to reassure her. “You are good enough. You did an excellent job caring for your family, but your children are grown ups. Now you have to decide what you want.”
“I thought I wanted to be with Dean, forever.”
“And now?” I probe. I want to give her wise advice, but I’m conflicted on whether Dean is the guy for her. He hadn’t tried to work on the marriage. Did she deserve better?
“I don’t know. I love Dean. He is, well, he was the love of my life,” she admits. “I wish we could’ve tried and worked things through.”
I freeze and reflect on her words. Here, in their bedroom, I can feel Dean’s presence even though it has been weeks since he’s been home.
Dean has issues. It was more than a mid-life crisis. He’d left Misty, ashamed that he wasn’t good enough for her, thanks to him being laid off from his job due to the company restructure. I reflect on this and realize that Dean is getting help, but he’s doing things in the way he sees best. I can’t help him, but I can help Misty let go of her insecurities; perhaps then she and Dean can be happy again?
“I think tomorrow you should go and buy a vibrator, and some sex toys. And when Dean comes back, you spend some quality time talking…and fucking.” I pause, allowing her to think about my advice. “And, don’t let any of your children live at home over the next year. You two need to spend time together fixing your marriage.”
“You don’t know Dean or me,” she says, her voice filled with surprise.
“Misty, I love women, I love to fuck. I know what I’m talking about,” I say with complete certainty. “Now, speaking of fucking, it’s time to stop talking.”
I watch her bite her lip and her eyes cloud with decision. “I hope you’re wondering which position we’re going to do?” I lean over and start suckling her nipple, while my hand massages the other one. She’s still deciding, and my cock is impatient. “Your tits are magnificent I wanna fuck them.”
