“I don’t know if I will be able to live without it either,” I said.
He groaned and pulled me back on the bed with him.
I had it bad. This experience with this older man would always have me craving more attention from this type of man. I knew that I would eventually come across an alpha older male type once more that could satisfy my craving, but I did not think that I would be able to sample two of these men at the same time. Travis pushed his fat cock inside me again. “I just can’t stop. I want to get my fill of you before you leave. I want to burn your hot sweet pussy into my mind forever,” he said as he moved back and forth inside of me. “Oh yes that feels so good baby,” he grunted. I picked up my legs and let him go deeper. The deeper he went the louder he got. He moaned as I did it. This was a quickie as I really did need to get back to my room. In no time at all we were both having an explosive orgasm as he finally released himself inside of me.
That was it. It was our vacation to cowboy heaven and my secret rendezvous with an older man that changed me and changed who I was forever. It was the best thing we could have done before starting college. I liked having a dirty secret, but letting Nicole in on that secret made our friendship stronger.
The next day we left the ranch. We all said our goodbyes and I was a little disappointed that I was not able to kiss Travis goodbye. However, he managed to slip me a note. When we got to the Dallas airport I went to the ladies room and opened in while I was in the stall. It read, ‘Ariel you are a siren. Come back any time. You are more than welcome here. The number below is my personal line. Call me and I will set up a plane ticket and travel expenses. Your cowboy forever, Travis.’
I smiled at the kind gesture. I liked having an open-ended invitation. I suddenly didn’t feel as sad that my sexual awakening was over. Now I could go down whenever I wanted. I could escape from college over Thanksgiving break perhaps. It would definitely be less hot in Texas during this time. I boarded the plane with a little skip to my step.
When we got back to New York I began the long process of packing for dorm life in college. It was such a strange feeling to be back in the city after spending so much time in the country. Suddenly the country seemed more exciting and exhilarating than the city to me. However, I knew what I was really missing was being with an older man. Travis had ignited a craving inside of me. I soon found myself going to the swanky hotels in elegant dresses hoping to attract an older man. I was always successful. I had a new sexual addiction and I was indulging in it every chance I got.
THE END
Alice and the Older Man
When I turned eighteen, I was off moving from a small town to an exotic city. I was on a flight as soon as I graduated from high school. I was excited to have all new experiences in my life. However, I didn’t know that the best and new experiences would come from meeting an older man, especially because I was a virgin. He was a high-powered billionaire with a lot of experience, and I was a young woman with no experience. What ended up happening was very erotic and hot. Having spent all my life in Minnesota, moving to London had always been a fantasy. I longed to explore the historical city. I had the opportunity to move when my older friend Samantha offered me an opening at her suit tailor boutique. It was the type of place that only the wealthy could afford, wealthy men that is. All the items were tailor made to fit and you had to set an appointment. It was quickly gaining a reputation amongst the rich and famous and she needed help as soon as possible. I had worked in a similar boutique since I was sixteen and I made my own clothes, so she trusted me to hit the ground running on my first day. Samantha and I had been friends for two years. I knew her through my aunt. Samantha was in her thirties, much older than I was. I was fortunate to have her let me stay in her London townhouse in the fashionable area of Mayfair and she also had given me a part time job. It was more than most people my age got when moving to London. I felt very successful to have all of that, but it was only until much later did I see true success, the success of this older man named Mr. Rake who was a dashing billionaire.
I had been living in London for only a couple of days. I was settling in nicely having done things like getting my oyster card for the amazing public transportation system. I had unpacked and had become somewhat acquainted with the area. I absolutely loved it. Everywhere you turned there was a very old palace, castle, or building of historical significance. It really did feel like I was living in a land of English fairy tales, and I had a smile one my face most of the time.
I sat in Samantha’s Victorian townhouse at the kitchen counter drinking English tea with milk. I had tried to drink tea more instead of coffee to become accustomed to the British ways. I looked around the room and saw just how busy and successful Samantha was. No wonder she needed my help. I grabbed an English muffin and spread warm butter on it and snacked while I watched her work in fervor. She had designs laid out all over the tables, all over the floors, as well as pinned on the walls. This was her home office, even though she also had an office at the boutique as well. She was a busy woman, and it didn’t stop just because I had arrived. She had just received an enormous amount of orders for Paris. She looked at me sadly and said, “Alice, I apologize for being a bad host. I am terribly sorry that I have not had time to show you around London, and even more still that I have to ask, could you please cover the boutique today? I know it’s only your sixth day there, but I have a very significant and wealthy client coming in and I don’t trust him in anyone’s hands but yours. I normally see him myself but I have to get this done and out the door today.”
“Of course, I didn’t have any big plans on my day off anyway and I am so grateful to you for setting me up here in London. I am still getting to know the city and I would probably just spend my day off taking the wrong trains on the tube and busses. I would love to take care of your client for you, it’s the least I can do, and I am a big girl and I can handle a VIP client.”
“Great. Thank you I really do appreciate it. He’ll be arriving at the boutique in four hours and do not be intimidated by him. He comes off as powerful, but he really is very nice and accommodating to all temperaments.”
She handed me a paper print out with some information and continued, “His name is Mr. Damian Rake and you’ll find all his measurements and information in the database. He is a dashing and very tall broad man so make sure you use the correct tape measures if needed. He is six four to be exact.”
“My that is very tall indeed. Okay I should get ready and get a car there so that I can head out now to give me ample time to review and set up the dressing room and fitting areas. I will give you a phone call after his session is done.”
“I am so extremely glad you are here at this super busy time. I feel enormous amounts of stress lifted off me already. You are a godsend for a control freak like me,” she said with a smile.
I went upstairs to my bedroom and got ready. I took a quick hot shower and then blow-dried and brushed my shoulder length dark curly hair and added scented jasmine to my hair product. It was important to smell good when you had to stand so close to clients while getting measurements so I always picked a pleasant scent. I powered my face and applied only subtle lipstick and brown eyeliner and mascara. I liked the soft look that came from my small town roots. My skin was pale and I was a petite woman at only five foot one. I was all dressed and ready to go.
I finally got to the boutique and went about the routine of turning on the lights and such. I pulled Damian Rake’s file and looked over all the information such as his measurements and his beverage preferences and such. This was a luxury boutique after all and provided the best of the best in drinks, refreshments, and service was all part of it. I was done and sat down fidgeting waiting for the client. Finally the door buzzer went off. I looked at my reflection to get in one last look and fix my hair and then I went to the door. There was a chauffeur all dressed in black. Once I opened the door he walked to the black car at the curb and opened the door. My breath caught in my throat when I sa
w the man that stepped out of the car. He did so in a cocky and assured way that turned me on instantly. I was not expecting the stunning older man that stood before me. He reminded me of Daniel Craig in the James Bond’s movies. I was shocked. He had green eyes that pierced through me, and dark curls that matched his dark stubble beard. He had a tall form with rounded out broad square shoulders and a lean physique. I had never seen anyone so fit, elegant, and dashing. They sure didn’t have men like him in Minnesota that was for sure. I felt like a tiny petite fairy standing near him. He was all man, and I was just a girl. He must be at least forty-five, I thought.
“Are you alright?” he said brushing past me in a very hot British accent. “You’re the new girl, I assume?”
I was silent. I couldn’t speak for nearly twenty seconds.
“Hello? Miss? Are you there?” he said.
I snapped out of my daze. “Yes, Mr. Rake, sorry. Please follow me. We can get started right away.”
I walked into the fitting area where all the tailoring was done and then into a back luxurious fitting room with many mirrors and a lush round ottoman. I heard him let out a bit of a moan as he watched me walk and then he said, “We don’t need to be so formal.”
“Yes, of course I am sorry,” I said snapping out of it. “How are you? Would you like a refreshment?”
“You’re American. Where are you from?” he asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Minnesota. Just a small town that no one has ever heard of,” I said.
“I like that” he said.
Samantha would kill me if she knew I was talking to the clients like this.
This was a playful and fun game to him. I could tell he was used to getting to do what he wanted when he wanted with anyone he wanted.
“Shall we go ahead and get started maybe?” I asked.
He sighed and in his posh British accent said, “Okay Ms…?
“Alice. Call me Alice, please.”
He laughed, “Very well, Alice. That is a very pretty name. I like it a lot.”
The way he said my name made me feel like he had just turned my name into a sexual body part. It was hot. I needed to distract myself so I got to work. I pulled the suits and tuxedo off the wooden pole on the wall and began to set them up for him to try on.
“The suit and tuxedo are ready, if you want to try them on then I will see the fit, please,” I said.
He looked at me as he started to remove his black blazer and then said, “I’ll try on the tuxedo first.”
I should have moved to hand him the tuxedo but I was frozen watching him undress. He was so hot. I didn’t realize that I was just standing there with my mouth open.
He cleared his throat, which caught my attention, and then he looked at me and grinned. I looked away, feeling very embarrassed for getting caught.
“I’ll just go to the next room. Let me know when you are dressed,” I said.
“No need, I will need your help,” he said as he continued to strip off his clothes.
“I will put it in the changing room,” I said as I grabbed it off the rack.
I should have made him stop. I should have said it was unprofessional. I wanted too, but I watched him undress instead. His green eyes and his sideways smile were on me the entire time he stripped. He was teasing me and it was working. I was very aroused and my breathing grew faster. My nipples were hard and erect. Then he stopped and leaned over me very close. Holy shit! He was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes like a fool, and then he said, “I am ready.”
I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me with a mischievous grin and his arms out to his side. He was waiting for me to put his tuxedo on him.
“Oh!” I said. Shit. Right I was here to do a job, I forgot. I went to work and began to get the pieces off the hanger and put them on him. First, I handed him his pants because having him just in his boxer shorts and tight white undershirt was too distracting. He pulled them on slowly and grinned at me the whole time. This was complete torture. Then I helped him with the button up white dress shirt that was stiff and perfect. He left it unbuttoned and looked at me. Unbelievable! He wanted me to button it for him. I moved in close and buttoned it from the top down to the bottom leaving a few buttons unbuttoned so that he could tuck it in. He grabbed the bottom of the shirt and stuffed it down his pants with a low moan. My eyes grew wide with amazement. I couldn’t believe he was fondling himself right in front of me! Actually, I could. He was an arrogant and self-assured sexual man. It was obvious. I was turned on more and more every second. I walked away from him and grabbed the bow tie. Since he was so tall I had to move in very close to him and get on my tiptoes to reach the collar of his shirt.
“You smell delicious,” he said.
I wanted to say thank you but he was too close to me. I couldn’t say anything. I just looked up at him through my long dark lashes. I tied the bow tie around his neck and then I moved away as quickly as I could. Next was the jacket. I grabbed it and slipped it on him. Then he stepped back and looked at himself very admiringly in the mirror. My, he was cocky, but damn he did look good. A sigh, escaped my mouth. Then I felt stupid. He turned to me and said, “Does that mean you like it?”
“I think it fits you very well,” was all I said but I wanted to tell him it was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. The ego on this man was bigger than I had imagined so I said nothing. Then he picked up his arms again motioning that he wanted me to take it off of him. I sighed in disbelief and then I did his bidding. I slowly peeled his clothes off of him while trying not to imagine that we were in bed together. Finally I pulled off everything except the pants. He swiftly bent over and kissed me. I was caught off guard. He was so attractive and he was older than me and I was attracted to that because it was new to me.
I meant to only let it go on for an instant or two, just to get a taste of him then I would stop it. But I let him kiss me. His lips were soft and full and the pressure was steady. Then he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. His strong arms encircled my tiny waist on my hourglass figure and then he slid the down my back. They moved slowly further down until he was squeezing my ass. He started moved his pelvis and began grinding his crotch against me. He was hard! He was big! I moaned. His rock hard member felt rock hard through the trousers. I wanted to reach down into his trousers and touch it. He must have read my thoughts because he grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his shaft. My curiosity got the better of me. I explored it through the pants. It was bigger than I thought it was. I had to make a decision. I needed to stop this, or I could indulge myself and keep going. I rubbed on it, tugged it up and down. He moaned and kissed me harder. Then he pushed me away, and pulled off his trousers.
Once again he was in his under tight with under shirt and boxers. I could see the tip of his massive cock sticking out through the opening slit in his boxers. I was instantly turned on to the point of no return. I wanted to lean over it and put it in my mouth. No wonder he was cocky, he had a big cock. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it inside me. He smiled at he looked at me because he knew exactly what I was thinking when looking at his cock playing peak-a-boo.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to suck on it? You know you want too,” he moaned. What a jerk and arrogant man! I wanted to tell him to leave. I was appalled that he was dictating me like a servant. Then…I did exactly as he asked. I leaned over at took the part of his cock that was sticking out of his boxers into my mouth. I licked it slowly. I sucked on it with lots of pressure. He groaned and pushed his hands in my hair. I twirled my tongue around the tip of it and he groaned louder and louder. Then, I stopped. I smiled at him and walked away. Now, I was the arrogant one. I was learning fast in my inexperience. I went back to work. I grabbed the items he peeled off and hung it back up on the hangers, but I did it seductively. I felt him behind me. His arms went around my waist and my breath caught in my throat. This man had an affect on me that I could not describe. He kissed the delicate and sensitive area of my neck, right at
that part where my shoulder meets my neck, and it shot goose bumps through me. His strong hands slowly caressed my body. One hand went up to my breasts while the other went down to my center.
“Let my fingers in,” he said.
I sighed at his words, which he said slow and seductively between kissing my neck.
“How?” I asked.
“Move your foot over and spread your thighs, just a little,” he said.
I did as he ordered me too, because he was this powerful older man, and I was an inexperienced virgin. I wanted this. I wanted him to tell me what to do and how to do it. “You smell delicious,” he said. “I can’t stop inhaling you.”
I moaned again as he plunged his finger into the hem of my skirt and into my panties. His long fingers parted my slit and fondled my clitoris. I yelled. I was not expecting that pleasant sensation and it caught me off guard. I was flooded with raging hormones as the lustful horny side of me took over. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to finally be fucked. I had waited so long and had been a good girl long enough. I was done. I wanted this older man to show me what fucking was like. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand further into my skirt. “Put your fingers inside my pussy,” I said.
He moaned at my words and pushed his fingers inside me. I tilted my head back on his chest and closed my eyes indulging in the pleasure he was giving me. He was a complete stranger and I was letting him touch me. We were in a public place and could get caught any second if Samantha decided to come to the boutique after all. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted him so badly. He pulled his fingers out of me and brought them up to his mouth. Then he licked them and moaned. He was a dirty man. He turned me around briskly to face him. He pulled off his under shirt. His muscles were strong and the soft curls covered his chest and went down his stomach into his boxers, which he removed next. I gasped at his hard cock standing straight up. It was very large. I wrapped my small hand around it. He smiled at me and then pulled my sweater over my head. He unstrapped my bra with skill and ease. I was now topless and my breasts were free. He moaned as he cupped them in his hands and let his thumbs run across my erect nipples. I was shaking with fear and excitement. This was it. I was going to become a woman. He smiled again at me and knelt down in front of me kissing my breasts and belly along the way. His hands went up my skirt and pulled my panties off, and then my skirt came off next. Now I stood before him naked in nothing but my high heels, which he left on. He picked me up easily like I was light as a feather and sat me down on the ottoman.
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