I leaned in and then I pulled back and said, “But don’t start out with tongue.” And he just kind of started and then smiled, and said OK, like it was funny to him that I am abrupt like that. And we leaned in again, then I pulled back and said, “And like, not too aggressive at first...” or something along those lines. He smiled and chuckled at me again slightly. I realized I was micromanaging the situation too much. All these pieces of advice and caveats that I feel the need to provide to all these inexperienced guys I meet who come on too strong because they’re overzealous and horny and excited and too rough like a St. Bernard puppy, I probably didn’t need to give to this man who was so grounded in himself. We leaned in a third time, and I almost pulled back, but told myself to shut up, and we kissed. It was the perfect level of pressure, just meltingly lovely. I put my hands on his beard and drew him into me more. I clawed at his shoulders and arm and back, pulling at him. Then his velvety tongue came out. I sucked on his lower lip a little - and he resisted slightly, which to me came across that he is very much a dom and isn’t used to letting go like that... or at least, that’s how my erotic imagination wants to read into it.

By now, I hope you, dear reader, understand that I am by no means shy. But I enjoyed that we were taking our time with it. I leaned back and opened up my legs for him, and he did exactly as I asked, which was to articulate for me what he enjoyed seeing in my pussy. He told me he liked how fat and puffy my lips were, and I laid back and just basked in his attention. I was also getting pretty horny from the liquor and feeling fuzzy on the edges of things, which I love. I told him to touch the inside of my folds, and he just barely put his fingertip on it. I told him to slide the tip of his finger up and down my crevice, and he did so very lightly, slowly, teasingly. I told him to touch my clit, and he asked if he could lick it instead. I said yes, and...

And he dove into it like a swimmer off the block, guys. His mouth was instantly on and in my pussy. The sensation of it was like ... when you have cooked a dish before and then just came to learn that you can throw butter into it and it’s just that much better. I was whimpering and moaning under his mouth, which is really saying something. I enjoy the sensation of my clit being licked, but I’ve only cum from that once ever in my life. I am convinced if we had kept going without adding anything else that his mouth alone would have made me quiver. But I was at the mercy of his mouth so powerfully that I told him to put his fingers in me, too, because I really wanted him to make me cum.

After some time and fingering, I finally came. It took me kind of a long time, but I figured out why after the fact. As we were coming down from my climax, he quipped at me, “Oh by the way, I had 3 fingers in you. It was calling to me.” In my head: no it fucking wasn’t, but I quipped back, “Well then that’s why it took me so long!” So, jokes on you, buster. You coulda made me cum in far less time and tired yourself out not nearly as much! =P

We took a breather, I had another drink. He was game for a round two, so I leaned back with another whiskey in my hand as he leaned down into my thighs again. After a substantial effort, he had to admit defeat for making me cum again, but I had other things on my mind. By now, I was so amped up on his efforts and how he had obeyed me so nicely with my directions (other than that three finger thing!) I asked him in a begging tone if he would let me suck his cock. He, of course, obliged me.

I plopped a pillow onto the floor and dropped to my knees next to his bed real quick. He stood over me, towering and looking down. My face was upturned to him, and I’m sure I looked as eager as a puppy to be putting his cock in my mouth. I paid a lot of attention with my tongue to the head of his cock, and was hungry for it to be fully in my mouth. I think because he is older, his cock wasn’t like rock hard, but it was very firm. I felt like it being slightly spongy allowed me to put his entire girth in my mouth without breaking my jaw. The feeling of it on my tongue, as I pressed his shaft or cockhead against the roof of my mouth was delicious. When he would pull his hips back a little, I couldn’t believe I was swallowing almost the whole length of it. At one point, he put his hand on my head and really pressed me into it, and while he held me there, I slithered my tongue out from under his shaft and licked the front of his balls just a little. I don’t remember what he said, but he made some comment that that was new, or something. After a few minutes in this position, I pulled back from him and he laid down on his bed. I hovered over his pelvis and continued to service his cock, clucking my tongue in the back of my mouth against his head and bobbing up and down along the length of it.

While he was watching me just going to town on his cock, we also briefly talked some more. He said he rarely comes from blow jobs, so I joked, “Ok, then I won’t keep trying so hard,” and put my mouth back on him. I was so hungry for this cock, that I waffled back and forth for like 5 seconds with it in my hand before I finally broke down and asked him again in a begging tone if he wanted to put it in me. How I remember his reaction: He basically like shrugged and was like, “Sure, if you want,” like some kind of confident hot guy from a John Hughes film. And I’m nodding at him just staring at it, all goofy and desperate like an anime character. Maybe he was a little less cavalier about it than that, but that’s how I remember it.

He whipped out a Magnum condom from somewhere and ripped it open with his teeth (by the way, the instructions say don’t do that, so don’t do that!) and it was on in a flash of expertise. I was already on my back again on his bed, and he slipped it in and we exchanged dirty talk while he fucked me missionary. I was crying out to him how wide I could feel he was, and that his strokes were filling me up amazingly. Somewhere earlier in the night, he had established that doggy style was his favorite position, so although I really wanted him to make me cum with his cock, I also wanted to reward him for all this attention he had paid me. I offered for us to switch to doggy, and like, super quick we were in the position. He entered me from behind effortlessly. Women, you know what I mean - there was zero accidental prodding into my asshole looking for my pussy. He fucked more urgently as I was rubbing my clit with my shoulders and face pressed against the bed and my ass up in the air. While we were fucking, he would grab big handfuls of me - my tits, my thighs, my hips, the rolls of fat on my back. Normally I think that kind of stuff would have made me self conscious but it was really fueling him and his desire. It was glorious. I could tell when his rhythm changed that he was cumming, and soon enough, he let himself down on the bed next to me, and I could see the filled up condom still hanging around his shaft.

We talked for a few more minutes, enjoying the afterglow more. Then I got dressed. Before I left, I told him I would be interested in playing again and asked how soon he would be willing, and we agreed on a rough time. Then I drove home. Truth be told, I was sore after this play date well into Friday, but in the best way possible. My pussy felt fine, but my legs were sore from being stretched into fucking positions I hadn’t been in for years, like doggy style. Every time I’ve had to stand up or walk up stairs, my thighs painfully tingle with a reminder that I got fucked so good recently. He and I text briefly each day. I am now intrigued to play again with him, but now explore being submissive for a change in my sexual dynamic. He laid a really good foundation of trust with me by being so compliant with my directions, I feel safe to play in a much kinkier arena with him again.