I was home alone and it was 103 outside. Even though I was stripped down in front of the fan it was still too hot. I could have turned on the a/c but it seems wasteful by myself.
And then I thought about him. The guy I sucked off at the 4th of July party. There’s kind of a thing between us now. He has a nice place and a nice car. He probably doesn’t even think about turning the a/c on when it’s hot. I thought about asking first but assuming it made it hotter.
I texted him: “You can fuck me if I can hang out in your a/c this afternoon.”
His response: “Oh fuck. Ok.”
Alright. That was fine. He could have upped his game, but I wasn’t dissuaded.
I went to get dressed, and laughed at myself. Considering him, our “relationship,” my request… I went with a white tank top, denim shorts, and literally nothing else. If I’m going to be that slutty, I should dress that slutty. My shortest shorts. The ones that are too short for public really.
I stopped, and looked at myself in the mirror, and wondered, Do I really need to do this? Yeah, I kinda do.
The drive over was too hot since the a/c in my car is going out too.
The look when he saw me was the definition of hunger and lust. Which was the correct reaction. It was too late for me to pretend to look innocent, but with my hands behind my back, and a little smile, maybe a little bite of my lip, I hoped I looked like the girl I want him to see.
I want to be his plaything.
He’s a few years older than I thought, which makes him even hotter in my eyes, even hotter as far as my cunt is concerned.
I want to be an older man’s plaything.
I want him to take me when he wants. I want him to have my body for his own needs. Fuck. I can’t even tell you how much it turns me on. I mean, he isn’t even 40, it isn’t like he’s an *older* man, but holy fucking hell the age gap is so damn hot.
My dirty mind is quick with fantasies and in that moment he looked at me like that, I wanted him to grab me and pull me inside, shove me against the door and make me tell him how slutty I am while he put his hand down my shorts. I would have cum so fast for him, cumming on his hand while I told him how much I want him to use my body, and then he could have picked me up, carried me into the bedroom and tossed me on his bed and fucked me until he was worn out.
He let me in and reached for me. The heat in my body easily matched the heat outside when I felt his strong hands on my waist.
“Do you want to cool off first,” he asked.
I shook my head and smiled.
He leaned in and we kissed. I pressed myself against him and didn’t hesitate to part my lips. After a moment I pulled back just enough to say, “If you let me stay long enough, maybe I’ll find another way to say thank you before I leave.”
The low sound he made in his throat…do you understand the things I would let that man do to me? The things I would let him do to me…
We ended up on his bed. He knew he had a younger girl, a slutty younger girl, and I showed him that he had a flexible slutty younger girl. Hot naked slutty girl laying on his bed, holding her legs folded back.
The look on his face and hot little groan as eased that big dick into me was probably the best part. He fucked me like that, and it was good. That cock is worth the time. It fills me up and stretches my little pussy so very nicely.
It was cute to see him trying to hold back. It turns me on so much to see what my body can do to a man. It’s not like I made it easy on him. He was fucking a panting little bitch who kept telling him how much she loved his cock, and when I let go of my legs, I was pinching and tugging on my nipples, rubbing my clit, needing more more more.
He came on me. He pulled out, let me watch him stroke that cock for a couple seconds and then he came all over me. He had a gorgeous orgasm. Pretty ropes of his hot cum landing on my body. So so good.
I got cleaned up and put my shorts on. My normal summer fit at home is topless and I didn’t see any reason for anything different at his house.
Pretty topless girl hanging out just to cool down in his air conditioning. What’s to argue with? We talked a little, and we sat around long enough that when I was ready go he was ready to go again. I made good on my offer.
I sat on his lap and thanked him for the nice afternoon, and said that words didn’t seem like enough to say how thankful I was. So I pulled his pants down and let that cock out again.
Being on my knees makes me feel so powerful, and it’s pretty easy there for me to say what I want. So after I had been been at it for a bit, making him moan, feeling his thighs tremble, getting that cock all covered with spit, I looked up at him and said, “Fuck my throat.”
He didn’t know how much I meant it, but he got the hang of it.
A good throat fuck makes my eyes water, and maybe it’s only the physicality of it, but I honestly think that it’s also how much I love it, how good it feels, knowing that I’m so good and that my body is giving so much pleasure.
He stopped and held the tip of his cock between my lips and said he was gonna cum, the sexy desperation of a man who is right on the edge. I shoved that dick all the way down my throat, wrapped my arms around his ass and held him there until he was done.
I know it’s silly but when I finally let him out of my mouth I was so proud of myself and I know he could see it in the way I looked up at him. I mean, I’m assuming. Not sure his eyes could focus that much. It took him a minute to recover.
I’m pretty sure he’s never had anyone quite like me. I went home and turned the a/c on.