by Alexis Angel
“I want a taste of that. Right fucking now,” he growls, a furious storm of hunger and lust raging in his eyes.
“Taste me? And how would you taste me?” I tease him, sliding the thong down his chest and onto his cock. I wrap the fabric around his member and start stroking him slowly, his mast pulsing softly against my fingers.
“You know how,” he grins at me. Oh, I do know how. Licking my lips, I go over his body and inch closer to his face, his head pressed between my thighs. I look down at him wantonly, but he doesn’t look back, his anxious gaze is on my pussy, his parted lips waiting for it to be against his mouth. Who am I to deny him what he wants? Well, what I want. Moving even closer, I press my pussy against his face as I grab the frame of the bed; he starts sucking immediately, his lips pulling on my drenched folds as he uses his tongue to explore my insides.
I close my eyes and moan deeply, swaying my hips as I rub my aching pussy against his mouth. I have absolute control right now, and there’s no better feeling in the world… Asides from giving up all control, that is. With Lance, control or no control, it’s all perfection. Sweet frenzied perfection.
Going hard, I angle myself so that he can lick my clit; I slow down, swaying my hips gently as I let him set the pace with his mouth. Soon enough I stop moving completely, succumbing to the maddening strokes of his tongue. Hissing between gritted teeth I take one hand to his hair, dishevel it and yank on it, forcing him to press his mouth harder against my wetness.
Fierce moans tumbling out of my lips, I finally come against his mouth, tightening my thighs around his head. Still he keeps sucking, sending shards of electric pleasure up my spine while I tremble and moan. I hold my position until the orgasm finally washes over me, and only then do I get out from where I am.
My fingers are trembling as I reach for the bed stand and grab the handcuff keys. I struggle to get my hands where I need them to be, but I finally manage to get the key inside the lock. The moment I turn it and the handcuff opens, his hand flies to my ass, his fingers digging deep into my flesh. I think of torturing him and keeping the other handcuff on, but I decide against it; I don’t want to torture myself as well. Getting his other arm free, I prepare for the inevitable: right now he’s a hungry predator, and I’m letting it out of its cage. He's going to pounce on me like a tiger, and he won’t stop until he has me completely spent and devoured. It’s the law of nature, and it sounds just about right.
Both his hands on my ass, he pushes me on top of the bed, laying me down. He climbs on top of me, his body between my legs, and presses his forehead against mine. We stay in silence for a whole eternity—a second—our eyes locked.
“You have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers, my heart tightening inside my chest.
“What are you waiting for then?” I don’t need to say more: his hands go to my knees, and grabbing them, he pushes my legs apart. His fat glans pressed against my pussy, he thrusts without waiting, his cock sliding inside of me in a hurry. I grit my teeth and lace my legs behind his back, urging him to go as hard as he can. He doesn’t disappoint: his thrusts are furious right from the start, his cock pounding into me so fiercely that a sweet numbness starts to spread through my body.
I take my hands to his back and dig my fingernails on his muscles; he still has a few red marks on his chest from the last time we were together, so why not give him an equal memento on his back? I claw at him, and that makes him piston into me even harder. Turning my head to the side and parting my lips, I start nibbling at his ear, the soft cartilage hugged tightly by my teeth. I bite down harder than I should have, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. With my tongue I trace a downward line to his neck, and then I bite him there too, hard enough to leave a mark. He groans slightly, but I’m not sure if he has even registered where the pain has come from. He’s lost in a whirlwind of lust, fucking me as if he was born with that single purpose in mind.
“Oh, fuck!” I blurt out suddenly, his cock driving deeper into me. A sharp pain goes up my spine, but the moment it reaches my brain it has already turned into sweet pleasure. I open my mouth to moan, but I end up screaming; ecstasy whips me, and I come so hard I start to see dark spots on the edge of my eyes. I have to take a deep breath so that I don’t pass out, the raw energy that roams free through my body almost too much for me. Almost.
“This is going to be good,” Lance whispers into my ear, slowing down his rhythm. God, I’m trembling all over and he still keeps fucking me, not allowing me a minute’s rest. He works me with his cock until my fingernails are like knives on his back, stabbing his chiseled muscles as madness takes over me. There’s a hard pressure mounting inside of me, but there’s also a weird feeling on my insides.
“Lance, I--”
“Shh… Just let go,” he whispers. I’m not sure if he knows what’s going on inside my body, but his words have a soothing effect on me. I do exactly as he tells me to and just let go. The moment I relax, I go thermonuclear—my mind goes blank and I feel my pussy spasming and gushing at the same time. I moan, a wild laugh climbing up my throat. Sweet Jesus, I’m squirting! I feel the fluids dripping down my inner thighs to the sheets, drenching them in the juices of sinful ecstasy.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” I whisper into his ear, feeling dizzy. I take my legs out of his back and sprawl myself on the mattress, completely spent. He takes his cock out of me, slowly, and then lies down by my side.
“No, I won’t be the end of you,” he says with a chuckle, running his hand up my side. “You’re woman enough to take it.” I turn to him, a tender smile on my lips.
“Yes… And I’m your woman, Lance,” I tell him, enjoying the sound of the words on my mouth. He smiles back at him, gently, and brushes his hand against my cheek.
“I’m lucky I found you,” he says, running his hand through my hair. “You’re… perfect.” My heart melts at his words. Here he is, a 21-year-old with the world at his feet… He has his whole future ahead of him, and there are countless young hot women throwing themselves at his feet… And yet, here he is with me, whispering me promises of love. By the time I turned 36, I had almost given up on love; I never expected for it to come knocking at my door like this, in the shape of someone almost young enough to be my son.
“We’re perfect,” I correct him, softly brushing my lips against his and running my tongue over them.
“We are,” he agrees. Then, looking into my eyes, his smile turns into the Devil’s grin. “And do you know what’s also perfect? What I’m about to do to you.” He sits up on the bed and I do the same; he grabs me by the waist and makes me go on all fours, kneeling behind me. He squeezes my cheeks gently, his long fingers over my ass. Then I hear him hold his breath and I brace for impact: he smacks me hard with the back of his hand, my cheeks bouncing as he touches me. He does it over and over again, the loud sound of his smacks filling the whole room. The sharp pain makes me grit my teeth, but it makes me ache for his touch even more… There really is something to be said about using pain to cause pleasure.
Stopping, he runs the tip of his middle finger over the length of my crack, stopping right before my asshole. I sway my hips from side to side, urging him to go on, and he presses his fingertip over it. My insides clench and, a heartbeat after that, he starts to slide his finger in, slowly prodding my insides.
“Mm,” I moan, my mind numbed by the feeling.
“This right here,” he says, sliding his finger in and out of my ass, “it’s mine. It’s mine and I want it.” The tone of his voice leaves no room for doubts: he’s going to take my ass, and I don’t have a say about it. Which suits me just fine, knowing that he wants to fuck me there is enough to make me desperate for it. My cheeks become flushed as I think about it, and there’s a deep sense of urgency inside of me. It’s high time to feel his cock inside my ass. “But you have to beg for me to do it.”
I don’t even need for him to say it twice.
“I want you…” He twists his finger insi
de of me, and I gasp. I have to take a deep breath before I can continue. “I want you to fuck me… I want you to fuck my ass. Please.”
“Good,” he whispers, leaning forward. He takes his finger out of my ass, and grabbing his cock, rubs it along my crack, moving his glans so that it’s pressing against my hole. A needle of anxiety prickles my mind then—is he going to fit? Is it going to hurt? I mean, to have a cock as huge as his inside of my ass… It’s already an impressive feat to have him inside my pussy. “Don’t worry,” he says, almost as if he could read my mind, “I’ll take it slow.”
“I trust you,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder at him. He winks mischievously at me, and I close my eyes, looking down at the mattress as I prepare for it. His cock is still drenched in my fluids so, as he presses it against my ass, I feel the tip sliding in, stretching me wide. “Oh, God!” I gasp, his thickness straining to get in. “Oh, God!” It’s almost too much for me to bear, but I don’t want him to stop. I want his cock all in me, stretching me wide and fucking me in such a way that I won’t be able to sit up straight for days. This is going to be intense.
He takes his time, sliding inch by inch as slowly as he can. I moan all the way, a thunderstorm raging inside my head. Keep it together, keep it together, I think to myself, breathing heavily and trying not to pass out. This feels too good. Sure, it hurt a little as he slid it in, but the pleasure I take from it… Oh, God, the pleasure. Every woman should feel this much pleasure, at least once in their lives. You just don't know you’re alive until you have a twelve-inch cock sliding down your ass. And, right now, I’m as alive as I could be.
“Are you alright?” he asks me, almost all of his twelve inches inside of me.
“I’m… I’m…” I can’t speak, sweet Jesus. “I’m fine… Fuck me, Lance. Just fuck me.” I beg, grabbing at the sheets as I prepare for an avalanche of ecstasy to overtake me. Still moving slowly, he starts to rock his hips, making his cock slide in and out of my ass. “Fuck!” I cry out loud, my ass straining to survive his thrusts. Oh, but who cares about survival? I start to thrust back, pushing through the sweet pain and urging Lance to unleash all of his wickedness upon me. He takes the hint pretty quickly: his hands on my waist, he holds me in place as he starts to pick up the pace. I moan incoherently as he fucks me, completely destroying me. My insides are burning, the sweet drug of climax coursing through my veins.
“HARDER!” I shout as loud as I can, my throat aching to let the words out. I’m so close to coming I can already feel it bubbling up to the surface. Like I told him to, Lance starts to go harder, his thighs slapping my ass incessantly until my whole body grows numb. “Fuck, fuck…” I hiss through gritted teeth, my muscles tensing up only to start twitching immediately after.
I don’t think I have ever come this hard. I’m screaming so hard my throat feels raw, and it’s like flames are lapping at my skin from the inside out. My mind is an incoherent mess of rambling thoughts, and it feels as if I’ve descended into a world of insanity. Tears are going down my face, and I can feel their saltiness as they go over my lips.
Lance pulls his cock out, carefully, and I collapse on the bed, stomach down. I don’t think I have ever felt this exhausted in my entire life. Opening my eyes, I try and force myself not to drift off; after all, we’re not done yet. How could we be done if I still haven’t tasted his seed yet?
Rolling to my back, I reach for his cock, summoning whatever strength is left inside my body as I start to stroke him. My arm moving fast, I’m jerking him almost too violently; he doesn’t seem to care, though. His head thrown back and his eyes shut close, he’s groaning loudly, completely lost in pleasure.
Lost in a daze, I don’t even notice the signs of his impending orgasm. I only realize he’s about to come when he grunts, breathing out sharply through his gritted teeth. Before I can take my mouth to his cock, thick ropes of cum gush onto my face. I barely have the time to close my eyes, his gooey semen coating every inch of skin on my face as I open my mouth wide. His salty flavor hits me at once, coating my tongue and filling me up to the brim. I don’t even bother to wait for him to finish: I swallow all the semen inside my mouth as he keeps cumming, his fluids covering everything in their way. From my hair to my tits, nothing is safe.
Then, with a growl, he leans in and places his hands on my waist. Harshly he forces me to lay down on my stomach, his cock always spasming as he goes about it. Gushing like a fountain, he covers my back, and angling his cock, starts to aim at my ass. His warm juices drip down between my ass cheeks, completely covering my crack and pooling over my asshole. I remain like that for God knows how long, feeling heavy drops of cum hitting every square inch of naked skin.
When he’s finally done, I turn to look at him, but he acts quickly, with his hands on my waist again, he keeps in place, lying down on my stomach.
“Don’t move,” he orders me, “I’m not done yet.” And then, with no explanation whatsoever, he leans in. I feel his tongue on my neck, licking all the cum there, and then he moves it down to my back. He doesn’t stop, tracing a perfect straight line toward my ass and picking all the cum on the way there. He only makes a small detour to kiss the dimples on my lower back, sucking in all the cum that has pooled there, but soon he is on his way again.
Shuddering, I feel his tongue moving over my crack. When he’s close to my hole, he places both hands on my buttocks and pushes them apart, clearing the way for his mouth. He dives in then, pressing his lips against my asshole and scooping up all the cum that has accumulated there. My muscles twitch as he licks me, ripples of pleasure still travelling up and down my spine, and I let out a loud moan as he starts using his tongue to lick my crack, stroking me softly. I shudder and tremble; soft whimpers on my mouth as he licks me dry. He only stops when there’s not a drop more of cum on my ass.
Finally done, he comes up, lying down by my side; I open my eyes, taking in the beautiful sight of his cum-coated lips. There’s semen all over his face, dripping down his chin and neck. I grin and inch closer to him, pressing my mouth against his; with an electric touch, our tongues dance around one another, swapping whatever cum we still hold inside our mouths.
Pulling back, we smile at each other, and without feeling the need for words, we swallow. I watch as his Adam’s apple rises and falls, his own cum going down his throat.
If anyone came inside the room right now, they’d see two people lying down side-by-side, their bodies covered in cum. One would be a young man, the other would be a woman closing in on her forties. It would be an unlikely couple, sure, but what they wouldn’t realize is that love doesn’t care about details. It doesn’t care that he’s younger, or that I’m older. It doesn’t care that our sex is hot and dirty. Love only cares about the truth. And the truth, my friend, is that I finally found love.
And I found it in Lance Anders, my hot young lover.
65
New York Daily Journal
From the Desk of Amanda Adams, the Professional Gossiper of Page Two.
Welcome to Page Two Gossip, here’s what we’re hearing around the halls of power:
After an election with more twists and turns than a roller coaster on Coney Island, the city has finally decided on it’s mayor for the next four years.
That’s right, New Yorkers, the post of Hizzoner will be once again held by Michael Anders. Mayor Anders becomes the first openly gay mayor in the history of New York City and New York City becomes the largest city in the world with an openly gay mayor.
Already, Hollywood executives are rushing to City Hall to buy the rights to the story—something that seems like it could come out of a racy romance novel rather than reality.
Perhaps most striking in transformation is the Mayor himself, who gave a much more subdued acceptance speech once all exit polls were closed, calling for unity and compassion between all New Yorkers—no longer the firebrand of moral righteousness that he was on the campaign trail.
The Mayor, who had been accompanied through most
of his campaign by his wife and stepson, spoke alone this time around.
Sources are telling me that Lance Anders and Jocelyn Anders left by the Anders' private jet to London shortly after their gripping press conference two days before the election. Sources inside City Hall were not able to confirm whether the pair had in fact voted.
Mayor Anders, in addition to his conciliatory tone that he took throughout the final days of his campaign after the what many are deeming the ‘press conference to end all press conferences’ is putting in place plans that are a vast departure from his traditional ‘family values’ principles he put out during the summer. Instead, campaign and administration officials stressed that the first year of Hizzoner’s second term will be focused on job training for displaced workers, as well as luring more manufacturing and specialty jobs back into the city that have been lost through automation and factory closings. The mayor is apparently also considering an across the board tax cut for middle income and low income families that will assist those who are currently struggling in the city’s economy.
While critics of the Mayor, who state that he can sometimes run roughshod over his enemies, have stated that only time will tell if his startling admission to being gay will mean a kinder and gentler politician, already many in New York who felt alienated by Michael Anders are celebrating.
“I hate to say anything good about the man, considering I spent the last several months saying bad things, but it looks like after that doozie of a press conference, we’ll see a more open and honest Michael Anders,” Jim Jenkins, his opponent commented to me after his concession speech. He went on to state, “Whereas before, if you were unemployed, elderly, poor, a single mother, working in manufacturing, or just basically not wealthy, you had cause for concern, it seems that the Mayor coming clean about his own skeletons has made him say and do some very, very different things.”
