by Kaylee, Katy
I nodded my head approvingly and continued riding Nathan’s face. I could feel the rush of orgasm building up inside of me. I wanted to close my legs and slow things down just a bit because my heart was racing. Nathan wouldn’t allow me to move. He picked up my other leg and threw it over his shoulder. He cupped my ass and squeezed my cheeks. He applied pressure to me and allowed me to thrust my hips against his wild tongue. I rode his face when I erupted into a series of multiple orgasms. I pulled the blindfold from my face and watched myself in the mirror inside the red room. I saw myself and I didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror. I noticed that Nathan was naked just like me. His cute buns were in mid-air as his mane was buried deep between my legs. I smiled at our position because I didn’t imagine our night would turn out like that.
I ran my hands through Nathan’s mane and climbed down from his shoulders. He was on his knees and I bent down to kiss his hot, scented lips.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and kissed me passionately. He placed me onto the floor and got up to leave. “Where are you going?” I asked.
Nathan doesn’t respond. He walked toward the mirrors and pushed them back. He revealed a sex swing. I crossed my legs, a little nervous to explore the sex swing. Nathan disappeared once more behind the mirror. When he returned, his face was covered with a mask. He gestured for me to come to him. I did as I was told and stood to my feet.
“Crawl!” Nathan demanded. The tone of his voice frightened me and I jumped to my knees and crawled over to him. Crawling slowly on all fours, I met Nathan where the mirrors once were inside the room. He stood with the legs a width apart with something indiscernible in his right hand.
I bowed at his feet. Nathan began to run his hands through my hair. I stared up at him as his hands ran repeatedly through my hair. My legs began to stick together as my moist kitty began to pulsate for something more. I stared up at Nathan in his dark black leather mask and waited for his instructions. Waiting a few minutes longer, Nathan didn’t say anything more. Instead he began to stroke his dick in my face. His once flaccid dick began to come to life. I stared as he stroked it back and forth with his hand. Suddenly, I was aroused and curious to know what his dick tasted like inside my mouth. I followed my gut instinct and crawled a few inches closer to get a taste.
Nathan didn’t stop me. Instead, his breathing began to increase and I opened my mouth widely. I wanted to feel his dick pulsate in my mouth. I didn’t want to move too fast and disrupt the flow of the evening. I left my mouth ajar and waited eagerly for him to satisfy my desire. I closed my eyes. Within a matter of minutes, Nathan inserted his thick cock inside my sweet innocent mouth. He released the loudest moan I’d heard all night. He made a tight grip on my hair and began pulsating his cock back and forth into my mouth. I over-estimated the bandwidth of how thick and supple his dick was in my mouth. I opened my mouth a little wider to accommodate the girth. Nathan and I developed a rhythm that allowed me to suck his dick with fever. My lips wrapped tightly around his cock and he began to go deeper inside my throat. The deeper he went the more my mouth became a hot bed of liquid lava. Dripping my spit onto his hard cock as he pounded my throat, I could feel the cock pulsating in between my lips. I wanted to taste him so bad. I needed to return the favor he so generously provided to me moments earlier. I wanted to conquer his cock like he had conquered my pussy. I matched his rhythm effortlessly and tossed my head back to allow myself to gag. I learned within a matter of minutes to breathe through my nose and suck his cock until he needed to erupt inside of my mouth. I could tell by the way Nathan was eagerly bouncing up and down as both his legs trembled. That he hadn’t been this satisfied in a long time. I could tell that he was close to an orgasm and I didn’t want to disappoint. So I sped up a little faster to clench down tightly on his dick. Within a matter of minutes, Nathan exploded all over my face.
Nathan lost his balance temporarily. Instead of running away I allowed his sweet juice to melt into my skin. Once he gained composure he led me to the sex swing. I was more nervous because I knew that I was about to lose my virginity. Nathan lifted me up from the floor and carried me over to the sex swing. He kissed my lips and whispered that I was being a good girl for daddy. Nathan placed my legs inside of the swing and tied my hands above my head. I watched him walk over to a table adjacent to the sex swing. On the table were an assortment of oils, creams, lubricants, and sex toys. I bit down on my bottom lip and watched in anticipation of what Nathan wanted to do next.
Within a matter of minutes, Nathan returned a small bottle of oil inside his hand. He began to pour the oil all over my body. I flinched a bit at the anticipation of it hitting my body. To my surprise the oil was warm and lightly scented with lavender. It landed in the middle of my breast and began to slide down my stomach. Nathan watched closely as the oil covered my body. He used his right hand to pour more oil all over me and rub it into my skin. He started with my breasts and ended on my moist pussy lips. His hands turned me on every time he touched me. I threw my head back and welcomed him to keep going.
Nathan continued to pour the warm oil all over me. His lips began to follow his hands as licked me all over. I couldn’t help but moan as Nathan discovered parts of me I didn’t know existed. Once I was good and slippery wet, Nathan began to pour some of the oil on himself. I watched as his chiseled abs glowed in the dark room. He was a sexy man to look at with his clothes on and off. My heart was building up for the moment Nathan would go where no man had ever gone before. That was the night I would remember for the rest of my life. I knew that my logic was somewhere on my bedroom pillow and the mountain of debt growing. But, somehow my emotions and the immediate connection I felt with Nathan superseded any doubt I had. He was different. I was different. Something inside of me urged me to trust him with my heart and body. I was ready to be loved the right way.
I watched the thick and lengthy cock that touched Nathan’s inner thighs grow larger by the second. He stroked his cock and never took his eyes off of me. Without any words, Nathan began to climb on top of me. The straps to the sex swing were tight and prevented me from moving around too much. Nathan began to straddle my legs and kiss my lips. He knew I was a little nervous.
“Just breathe for daddy.”
I nodded my head. I wanted to see his face but knew this would destroy his fantasy. I bit down on my bottom lip as Nathan kissed my face all over. With his legs wrapped tightly around me we were chest to chest. I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. We began to breathe in sync. Nathan placed his tongue inside my mouth and began to insert himself inside of me slowly. I could feel a teardrop forming in my eyes. It was beginning to hurt. I wanted to stop right there and go home a virgin. But, I knew that meant I would never see Nathan again.
Nathan whispered, “Just breathe.” He repeated that over and over again. His words began to soothe me as I began to relax my body and welcome him inside of me. It was uncomfortable for a while because I wasn’t used to a man being inside of me. But, Nathan never stopped giving me the love, affection, and support I needed to enjoy our love making. I could feel the tears flowing from my eyes as Nathan was firmly inside of me. Just as he promised he kissed my tears away and went as slow as I needed him, too. I could feel my vaginal walls breaking and welcoming the intrusion of the man I desired to love.
Nathan began to penetrate me slowly and rhythmically. He held me close as I reached my sexual peak. My mouth began to form O’s as he kissed more passionately each time. Before long I was beginning to enjoy our sex more and more. Nathan was just about to climax inside of me when he whispered, “Are you on the pill?”
I didn’t want to tell him that I wasn’t because I knew he would probably never want to touch my body again. I liked Nathan and the last thing I wanted to do was make him upset. So I kept my mouth shut and told myself I’d go to the clinic for some birth control first thing in the morning. I knew the embarrassment of not being on the pill or anything would make me look like a child in Nathan’s eyes. I didn’
t want to ruin a good thing with my poor decision-making. Nathan seemed relieved and when he released his magnetic sexual energy, it was inside of me. I held him close and kissed his lips. In that moment, I realized I’d found a man who would love and protect me always. I didn’t care that he was older and more distinguished. I figured I could learn from him and he could love me deeply. I was satisfied that I had crossed over and finally become a woman. A woman with the perfect man to love me. This was the beginning of our love story of happily ever after.
5
Nathan
I wanted to take Christina home after our passionate night. She refused. She said she wasn’t too comfortable with me knowing where she lived just yet. I couldn’t argue much. I watched as she showered and dressed in the previous night’s clothes. By the time she’d kissed me on my lips, her Uber had arrived. And just like that she was gone into the wind.
From the moment her lips last touched mine, I wanted to steal her away for just a few more moments. The night before had been beyond amazing! She turned me on in ways that stirred the beast from his slumber inside of me. I loved the way she tasted in my mouth to the way. To the way her sweet tight pussy reached climax on my cock.
I wanted to possess her and make her all mine. I knew that in time she would be. Just because of the ease and simple way she followed instructions and allowed me to explore some of my wildest fantasies. Long after I took her virginity I witnessed a kitten morph into this powerful lioness. I washed her body with warm water and soap. Once her body was cleansed, she kissed me and welcomed me back inside of her warm snatch. She couldn’t get enough of me. I’d be lying if I said I’d already had enough of her for one night. Christina was my new addiction.
Hours went by and I tried to push Christina to the back of my mind. I needed to go over all of the data and research I’d gathered from the online dating site. No matter how hard I tried, images of her sweet supple breasts flashed through my mind. The sound of her moans pierced my ears and make my cock hard. She tasted sweeter than peaches and honey combined. I wanted more of her and I needed my fix immediately. Sitting in my house without Christina was beginning to drive me nuts. I needed to get out for a bit and occupy my mind. Or else I was going to call Christina up again and go wherever she was in the world.
I showered and cleaned up the dining room and kitchen. There were some leftovers. But, I put everything into the compost. It was a beautiful day out front and I decided to take my Chevy out for a ride. The engine roared like a lion stretching in the animal kingdom. I didn’t have a destination in mind. But, I knew the Milwaukee scenery would allow my mind to explore my doors. I was driving along the road when Bon Jovi came on the radio. I always loved some Bon Jovi when I was growing. I turned up the volume and rolled down the window. It was just me and Bon Jovi cruising down the road chasing our destiny. Nothing could get better than that.
A few hours later I ended up settling in at a local burger joint. It was filled with couples and kids of various ages. I looked at all the children with their ketchup stained faces and grinned. I remembered when Macon was that age. He always wanted to put ketchup on everything even in his applesauce. That kid was always a strange fruit. I placed my order and waited for my food to come to the table. I pulled out my legal pad and reviewed my research notes.
Most of my study was based on the human behavior to the new modern dating psychology. Since joining the site a few weeks earlier I’d gathered a lot of research. It was based on the female narrative and experience of dating in various stages in their lives. Most of the women that I had agreed to go out with had been scorned by the traditional dating methods. Some of them were still reeling from the emotional bondage of the last person they loved. A few were still trying to figure out why the relationship didn’t work. What could they have possibly done differently? I could never answer that without prying more deeply into their upbringing. However, my research did lead me to a limited group of older women who hearts were irreversibly broken. They mostly just wanted companionship without all of the demands and responsibilities of a relationship. They were exhausted from years of rejection or pouring into relationships that didn’t lead to marriage. They were considered to be damaged goods by eligible bachelors. But, those same bachelors would never give them the life they deserved. Not a chance. Instead they would put them in a side chick situation permanently. That was possibly the worst place to be within as a mature, accomplished woman.
Why? Because no matter how deeply their love ran for the man they saw with potential, he would never want anything more than a relationship of convenience. l liked to refer to them as low investment opportunities.
Love belonged to the women with pure accomplishments in life. Some who were easier for a man to mold and make into his trophy or ideal. At least until he became bored and felt the need to trade in his trophy for a higher valued wife. The younger women all still believed that love was possible as long as they treated their partners equally and fairly as they deserved. However, the thing about young women was that their attention span was about the length of a house fly. They don’t stick around long enough for a relationship to mature to its fullest potential. For younger women, it always had to be bigger and better with a lot of fireworks.
Thus, most of my research concluded that people still believed in love at their core beings. However, love yielded a new meaning in today’s society. Most, if not all, were dating out of loneliness, fear of dying alone, security, desperation, or the desire to recreate the love they always once imagined having in their life. Although loving someone today was much simpler and easier in the 1950s and before the late 80s. People had complicated love. That made their demands or expectations on love nearly impossible to obtain. The truth was people would always be complicated. The love we sought to share with someone else along our journey would never die.
I waited until bedtime and settled naked on my bed. The coverlet was made from fur and the satin sheets beneath reminded me of the contrast of textures in a woman’s vagina. I’d turned the lights off and the glow from the scented candle on the dresser had me in an accommodating mood. Sometimes it was the distance that gave an encounter its eroticism. I texted Christina.
Me: Are you available?
Her: Always.
Me: Ready for a new adventure?
Her: Not sure, what did you have in mind?
Me: Well, here’s a hint. I’m naked and lying on fur in the candle’s glow. Why not join me?
Her: Somehow I think it’s not as romantic lying in this trailer with no heat.
Me: You can come over.
Her: No, I need to stay. Now what?
Me: Take off your clothes.
Her: How will you know I did it?
Me: You’re going to turn on that little Facetime camera.
Her: Are you?
Me: Absolutely.
Her: Give me a few minutes. I want to tidy my hair.
Me: No. I want the natural you.
Her: You won’t know the difference.
Me: But you will and I recognize honesty.
Her: Okay, I’m naked, now what?
Me: I’ll call you – accept the video call.
Did you get it?
“Hi, yes, it’s me. Okay, I’m turning the camera on.”
“Ahhh, yes, there you are, my little one. Can you light a candle?”
“Uhm, I don’t have any. I have a flashlight.”
“That will work. Ahhh… yes, now I see you. Kick off the blankets and lie on top.”
“It’s cold.”
I laughed. “This will warm you up.” I watched as she wriggled out from beneath the covers and the cold air hit her. “Your nipples have popped out. I love that about you. Now lie flat on your back and put one pillow beneath your head and another beneath your ass.” She did as asked, looking around for the pillows and placing them exactly as I’d told her. “Now spread your legs and bend your knees just slightly.”
“Nathan, this seems silly. I’m all alone.
This is just going to make me feel more lonely.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. I promise you’ll love this. Do you own a vibrator?”
She sat upright. “No!”
“Calm down. Let’s look around and find a substitute. A banana? Cucumber?”
“Now you’re making me hungry.”
“Not as hungry as I am for you right now. Look around for something about the right diameter that will be clean.” I watched as she bent to look around and finally responded.
“Aha! I found a roll-on deorderant bottle. Not as big, but it’s clean.”
“Go wash it and make sure the cap is on tightly. I’ll wait.” I saw a flash of ass as she scurried off the bed and I could hear water running in the distance.
“Okay, I’m back,” Christina appeared breathlessly before the camera of her phone as she scooted back into position.
“Good. I might have started a little ahead of you,” I said, turning the lens at my erect, naked penis. “I’m lying on fur and satin. We’ll have to get you some of this for when we can’t be together.”
“That sounds delicious. I can see you… all of you.”
“What are you feeling?”
“Uhm, well to tell you the truth, I’m salivating. Is that normal?”
“Oh, yes, you’re a highly passionate person.”
“What are you feeling?” she wanted to know in return.
“You can see the droplets at the end of my penis tip, can’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Now, spread your legs again, very wide. Hold the lens close up so I can see you.”
She did it and I drew in my breath at the raw, trusting youth. “Like this?” she wanted to know.
“Exactly like that. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. Now what.”
“Wet your finger and rub yourself there, right on the nub. Round and round. I’ll pump myself.”
“Ohhh, that feels wonderful,” she sighed, closing her eyes. I knew she was too involved in her own senses to watch me. That was fine. The female body was a work of art and when touched in that special way, it is the most erotic thing I know.
