I once again pulled his cock into my mouth, sucking in as much length as I could and holding it there, as he sucked my clit into his mouth and massaged the entrance to my pussy with two fingers. After just a few moments more of this extreme pleasure, I came, a powerful orgasm wracking my body as I moaned around his big cock, still buried in my mouth. He kept up his calm rhythm as I rode out this pleasure, before finally pulling his weight up and off of me, sitting down next to me on the bed and watching as I fondled my own breasts, enjoying every moment of the ecstasy he'd brought me.
When I finally came back to reality, I saw that Jason had been stroking himself as he watched me, and was once again rock-hard and ready for action. "That was incredible, Jason. Best orgasm I've ever had. You were right, patience has its rewards."
"You sound like you think we're done..."
"Oh, no, I can see you're ready for more."
I smiled and sat up, crawling over to him and straddling his legs as he let his head and shoulders fall back against the pillows. I rubbed his rock-hard cock against my pussy lips, moistening it with my juices, before finally positioning myself over him and lowering, slowly, until I had him fully inside. I remained there for several moments, just rotating my hips slightly, enjoying the fullness, and then finally began moving up and down just a few inches with each stroke.
He reached up and grabbed my breasts as I rode him, kneading and pinching my nipples. After several minutes in this position, he spun me around into a reverse cowgirl, grabbing my hips to encourage my motions as I continued to bounce up and down, the strokes deeper and faster now. I cried out with pleasure at the sensations of this new position, encouraging him with every stroke with louder and louder moans of pleasure.
After riding him for what seemed like hours, Jason pushed me up and off his cock, and we both climbed off the bed. He took me by the hand, led me to the foot of the bed, spun me around and embraced me from behind, whispering in my ear, "put your hands against the bed frame and spread your legs, I want to fuck you from behind until we both cum."
I eagerly did as I was told, and just a moment later was ready for him to plow into me from behind. He didn't keep me waiting, and I screamed out in delight at this new level of penetration. He grabbed my hips and pushed in and out of me forcefully and with a relentless rhythm. I knew I wouldn't last long before cumming again, and from the sound of his breathing from behind me, neither would Jason. I decided to encourage him on, looking back over my shoulder at him with sultry eyes and talking dirty.
"Come on, Jason, fuck me, harder! That's it, just like that, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!"
He was pounding me furiously now, and after a few moments more I succumbed to the ultimate pleasure. It was all I could do to stay on my feet, clutching the bed frame with my hands, as he continued to thrust in and out, moaning with pleasure as my pussy pulsed around his cock. Finally, just as my own orgasm was subsiding, he pulled out of me and cried out as he shot a huge load of cum all over my back.
"So, Bailey, how was that for you?"
"I think we knocked one out of the park."
"Agreed. Let's hit the showers."
The End.
Was She Submissive?
As she came in from a long day at work, she felt tired and went straight to her room. As she started unbuttoning her blouse she heard a noise she quickly looked around but there was nothing there. Continuing with the task at hand she slowly removed the material from her shoulder and dropped the blouse in the clothes hamper and then with her fingertips reached the snaps and she released her ample bosoms revealing hard nipples as the room had a chill. She had a feeling she was being watched but she knew she was alone in the house. The zipper on her skirt got stuck as she tried to unzip it. She calmly worked with the zipper and it began to move. She slid the miniskirt down her thick thighs and next the lacey panties and stepped out of them.
She laid down stretching her arms out above her head as she leaned back into the feather bed. She loved her lovely four poster bed it was both beautiful and soft. She closed her eyes and thought deeply about the man she wanted as her lover, he had captured her imagination and now she could not forget him especially as she lay in her bed alone. Soon she was asleep and as she turned onto her back, she heard a sound it was his voice. He whispered "I am here my sweet and now no questions (touching her lips with his finger,) just relax and let me do what I want with your beautiful body." It was him he was there.
The excitement she felt rushed over her as her passion grew and with each gentle touch. She knew she would never be the same again... She watched his eyes, as his face gave no hint about what would come next. She wanted him and knew that he would not hurt her. Though they had not discussed being intimate there was a passion felt by both as they interacted. He was the man she watched weilding power in the office and she was excited by the thoughts of him being in control of her.
He came next to her and told her, "before you see everything you have to know what it is to see to see nothing" and with that he put a blindfold over her eyes. He told her "before I give you any freedom to do as you please, you need to know what it is to be bound and to be bound to me." Her heart began to race with her anticipation growing. He began to tie her to her bed with silk scarves he found in her drawer and told her don't struggle, be a good girl....With that command she held still and waited for him.
He leaned over and kissed her passionately and she knew this was the moment she'd been waiting for. She had been flirting with him for a long time but he never asked her to go out or be with him in any way before. All this time she had dreamed of being his in her bed and here he was standing so close. She couldn't see him or feel him but his cologne lingered in the air and the scent of it was intoxicating to her. Her senses seemed alive as they never had been before. She knew there would never be another first time with him, that she needed to remember everything about this moment of her life. She knew she would never feel the same way about being in contol again.
She wondered where he was in the room and as he moved around tying the scarves to the bed she would feel him caress her face, hands, and then her feet. He spread her feet and hands tied them to the bed. He slowly ran his hands along her inner thighs and then slowly removed them from her body as he got close to her passion zone. She had no fear because she trusted him. She knew he was the one she wanted to have this experience with. He was confident and almost arrogant about his ability to please her and though he had that aire about him somehow she felt he cared about her and her safety.
Then she felt his hands on her arms running his fingertips on her as he moved his hands down her body stopping to kiss her lips and whispering "now I am making you mine." She smiled and then her face was blank. What was about to happen she wondered? His hands moved on down to her rounded breasts and as if he knew her mind. He began to suck on her breasts and pinch, and bite her nipples as she squirmed on the bed. In his deepest voice he said, "I told you not to move." She laid still and his hands continued down her body where he found the nectar, knowing it was his, he certainly started the flow. Lifting her ass up a little and pulling her toward him he began tasting her. He started by licking the outer creases encircling her clit. He watched her face as he had from the minute he started. She began to moan and squirm again but this time the bindings tightened slightly. She was excited and wanting him more than ever before.
She waited to know what would be next would it be a toy? Would he lick her to an orgasm? Would he insert his hardness and allow her to know how it felt to be fucked by the man who owned her mind and body? A free woman but entangled in a thoughts of being his sex slave and giving herself to him. Was she submissive? In this moment all she wanted was to be HIS! He climbed between her legs and teased her clit with his cock and her moans filled the silence. He said tonight is not the night you'll have this inside your beautiful pussy, instead you will service my needs using those sexy full lips. With that he moved closer to her and put the dick into her lips. Fucking her mouth deepl
y as he held her head. He began to realize how much it turned her on and that she was moaning along with him. Exploding all over her lips and face...She smiled and he began to untie her... He whispered, "This is the beginning of your training." She thanked him as she watched him get dressed... Her submission had begun...
The End.
Sex After Sixty
First off, I'd like to say to all you young whippersnappers out there, stop saying eww. We older people have as much right to a good sex life as you do. Just remember only the lucky get old and if you're lucky enough to get to my age, you'll want to get laid too. Next, the only qualifications I have to talk on this subject are of a personal knowledge, as I have no professional training in this field.
Everyone, man or woman has a right to an active sex life no matter how old he or she may be. However, having that right does not necessarily mean you or your partner has the ability to fulfill that right. In most people, aging is a gradual process and we tend not to notice our loss of stamina and a lowering of libido. Many couples are amazed when they find out how long it has been since they've been intimate. There appears to be a certain time line and once crossed, sex disappears between them. It is an unconscious decision that we make, that going without is just easier than having sex.
Our sex life began declining after my wife went through menopause. As the closet sub in our relationship, I always enjoyed letting my wife take the lead in not only our marriage but particularly in the bedroom. With the hormone loss, came a lessoning of desire from her and although still willing to participate, she no longer had a strong sex drive. When you add in less lubrication and my no longer rock hard erection it tended to make sex work instead of pleasure.
As I kept getting the feeling that she was merely allowing, instead of wanting sex I would often fail to achieve orgasm and just give up. My wife took this as a lack of desire for her, further complicating our sex life. She interpreted my failed performances as a sign that she no longer had a desirable body. I repeatedly told her this wasn't true but to her she had my feeble erection as all the proof she needed. She told me many times that she didn't miss the sex as much as she missed the post coital cuddling. As for me, I just couldn't bring myself to tell her it wasn't her body that failed to turn me on it was her lack of a sex drive.
Everything physically appeared to work for both of us just not well enough for us to have sex. I turned to internet porn and masturbation and although not hard enough for intercourse, I would be firm enough to achieve orgasm. My wife turned to romance novels for much of the same reason. I kept jacking off and she kept losing herself between the pages of Harlequin as the clock kept ticking. It didn't take long before we just quit trying, weeks turned into months and months into years.
Finally, my wife came to me one day to say she wanted to have sex. As always, she was the aggressor and took the first step. She asked me what I thought was inhibiting our ability to make love. I told her I believed it to be honesty as we held back our own feelings from each other. I then went on to say that, I also missed our sex life and that we should put more effort into it. We gave it another try and achieved another failure. After finally giving up, we sat together on the bed naked both trying to find some way of accomplishing something we had done thousands of time. She asked me what I thought of the little blue pill or one of the many other male sexual enhancements. I told her I was concerned what they may do to my health but that I would be willing to go to a doctor and talking to him about them. I told her that I was capable because I could still masturbate to orgasm. She leaned over and took my limp dick in her hand. Then suddenly she let go of me and scooted back on our bed.
"Do you remember when we were young and I would sit back and let you watch me play with myself but not allow you to touch me?"
Just the thought made my dick twitch and I'm sure she saw it because she got that evil grin on her face that I always loved. She put her hand to her slit and separated herself with one finger. I told her she always drove me crazy with her teases so she continued. She began to rub her clit then she gave me that little girl frown as she said,
"I'm just so dry, I need to be wetter."
I got down between her legs and stuck out my tongue, yet not touching her. She ran her finger over my tongue and then inserted into her slit.
"Oh yes, that feels better, now open up and give me some more."
She used my saliva for lubrication repeatedly and just as she neared orgasm, she moved forward putting her slit in my face. She came for the first time in months that I know of and as for me I was hard and humping the bed under me. She lay back down and I mounted her as she helped insert my erection inside. As we made love, I kept going back to those times, long ago, as she pleasured herself while she teased me unmercifully. I came maybe not like a racehorse but at least as good as an old man can.
It was wonderful and we both felt satisfied, not only from the sexual act but also from accomplishing something we no longer felt possible. I went out that evening and purchased a bottle of sex lube to help her stay wet. The next time we tried it I applied the lube to both her and I and after I entered her, I talked to her of times past when she had driven me crazy with her sexy ways. Although she didn't achieve orgasm that time, I did and this satisfied her almost as much as if she had cum too.
We are now having sex, not as often as we once did but at least we are having sex. To all you seniors out there not having sex with your partner don't give up. Talk with your spouse, talk honestly, but not mean. It is hard to tell the wife she is not wet enough without her thinking you're calling her a dried up old prune. It is just as hard to tell a man that he's not hard enough without him thinking she's calling him a limp-dicked old man. Remain calm and if you insult her apologize and if you feel the same try not to take it personally.
As for the little blue pills, I never went to the doctor so I've never tried them. I feel my problem was more libido than physical but of course, I could be wrong. Don't be embarrassed about going to the doctor, they are prescribing these pills by the carload and I'm sure they're helping millions of couples. The only thing you need to do is take that first step and remember the longer you wait the harder it is to get back to that thing you both enjoyed so much when you were younger.
The End.
Our Fantasy Night
After our first meeting Chris and I decided that we wanted to explore each other more and to fulfil some of our fantasies. We had arranged to meet the following week at the same hotel but this time we would meet in the room instead of the bar.
I arrived at the door and let myself in and found that Chris was already naked and waiting for me, as I walked over to the bed I could see the desire already in his eyes. I leaned over him and brought his mouth to mine, running my tongue across his bottom lip before sliding it in and finding his. He grabbed me and pulled me down on the bed beside him, running his hands over me, trying to undress me but I pushed his hands away and said to him "All in good time baby".
I stood back up and asked him to sit on the chair, that was in the corner of the room and as he did I walked over to him and straddled his lap facing towards him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a couple of silk scarf's that I had placed there earlier. Looking at him with a wicked grin on my face, I then leaned forward to whisper in his ear "I have a surprise for you, but I need you to let me tie your hands down" I look back up into his face as he nods his head in acceptance.
I take his hands and tie them to either side of the chair, then slowly standing up from his lap to stand in front of him I take a couple of steps back. I start to slowly unbutton my blouse, pulling it open slightly and letting him see my breasts in cased in a dark red bra.
There is a knock at the door and I can see a puzzled look spread across his face wondering what's going on. I lean forward placing my lips lightly against his giving him a soft kiss, letting him know he has nothing to worry about. I walk over to the door and open it, grabbing my friend by the hand and pulling her into the room. Watch
ing Chris's eyes open wide as he see's my friend standing there in front of him, knowing he finds her as sexy as I do.
Her name was Steph and she was 31, slim build, 5'6 and 34 c breasts, her hair was dark and long like mine. I looked over to Chris and could see his cock was already rock hard, so I guide Steph to stand in front of him, while I walked behind her and reached my hands to the front to unbutton her blouse, letting it slide down her arms to the floor, revealing her lovely black lacy bra. My hands stroking over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.
I reach behind her and unclip her bra, releasing her breasts, I then move around to her and place my mouth over one of her nipples pulling it in with my lips, sucking on it gently then moving onto the other one. My hands reach for her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to her feet. Steph reaches for me and starts to take my clothes off also, until we both just have our panties on. I get down onto my knees and hook my fingers into the side of her black lacy panties and pull them down her legs so that Chris can see her nice shaved pussy.
I begin to kneel on the floor and pull her down with me, both of us stroking each other as I get her to lie on her back; I position her so that Chris has a really good view between her legs, as I start to spread them open. I lift one leg and place it over my shoulder, tracing my finger tips up the inside of her thigh, doing small circular motions as my hand reaches her pussy. I slide my fingers over her lips gently sliding a finger in and feeling how wet she already is, I then turn towards Chris and offer him my wet finger, letting him taste her juice.
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