At his Mercy
Stuart had been a revelation sexually. I would be forty on my next birthday and I wasn't the most experienced woman. Married at nineteen to someone who thought sex was something you did in the dark to make babies, I'd missed out on a lot. Most of my knowledge beyond the basic deed came from watching porn and playing with myself. Even my university days had been juggled with pregnancy and birth.
Other than James there had only been Stuart. My boss. A man I'd been attracted to as soon as I'd met him. He was what you called the strong silent type. He didn't speak unnecessarily and when he did he gave very little away about himself.
He was good-looking. Not handsome and muscular. Just good looking. And there was a deep intelligence behind his eyes. The kind of man every woman hoped to have for a husband. And his apparent secrecy just made him a little mysterious and more attractive to me.
I'd virtually thrown myself at him after taking up a position at his practice, and to my shame, I'd become the office fuck buddy. Someone who happily let my boss fuck me over the desk whenever he wanted. Actually, that's not quite right. I felt no shame. I fucking loved it.
The first time had been when he locked the door during a note-swapping. I still remembered the rush of anxiety as I looked up to see him approaching me. There was no question about what he wanted and in a moment of what seemed madness in retrospect, I'd taken his cock from his trousers and sucked it.
Just a calm, pleasant experience of me seated and gently blowing him. And after, he'd bent me over the desk and fucked me like James never had. From then on in, I'd been a tingling whore every time I'd laid eyes on him, and desperately hooked to my cellphone waiting for him to call.
In a marriage that offered little else I was a willing ho. A hussy that went to him whenever he asked after that day. All the while wishing it'd be more often but always fearful of rejection if I demanded more. In the last year of marriage, it'd been my only source of real satisfaction. Everything else being just the product of my imagination and a few toys.
Once James had left me I'd taken my chance and presented myself to Stuart as permanently available. I hadn't asked for anything in return. Just the sex. His cock inside was all I wanted.
He talked about dominance and submission so often that I'd played at being the dominatrix the first time he'd come to my home. Only to discover he was so much better in the role than I was.
I'd shown him my kinks, even ones that'd existed only in my head until then. That was most of them, to be honest. All learnt from watching far too much porn. To my delight, Stuart had embraced and surpassed everyone. He'd proven to be something I didn't know existed.
Stuart's appetite for sex was unending. Where I thought a man shot his load and fell asleep, Stuart had been a machine. He had almost no limit. Even when his balls were dry his cock would be hard and his mind still obsessed with punishing my pussy to ruin. And I opened my legs willingly for it.
Stuart was a gift from the gods after such an abysmal love life. And there was nothing I wouldn't do to please him. No embarrassment I wouldn't endure.
And that was how I'd come to this moment. A nearing middle-aged mother exposing her most intimate reactions to his watching eyes as my Sybian sex toy took me towards orgasm.
I'd ridden this thing many times before, always in private. And generally to the disgust of my ex-husband who never grasped that it was his failings that'd forced the purchase. Of course, he'd never seen me use it. That had remained something behind a closed door while he was out of the house. But he'd known it existed. It was a pretty big thing to hide.
Today things were different. Stuart had asked and I'd been unable to deny him. So there I was with my hands cuffed behind my back and Stuart sat in a tub chair watching me entertain him.
"Aw. Fuck."
I was riding the G-egg attachment with the dial turned halfway. Basically, a nobbled, egg-shaped ball filling my pussy with vibrations, while the ribbed pad supplied similar to my outer bits. At this setting, it was a steady enjoyment that made me groan and wriggle while a tingle raced over my naked skin like static. It felt like being held at the edge of a deep drop. The anticipation and longing, but never quite taking the step into oblivion.
Foolishly I'd left Stuart with the controller and in the back of my mind, I was prepared for him to try out full throttle. I knew from experience that would send me into instant insanity. A mind-blowing orgasm in seconds that would leave me screaming so loud I'd drown out the noise of the machine itself.
For the moment though, he seemed content on watching me squirming with my tits swaying and sweat dripping down my body. If my hands had been free I would be clasping them. But restrained I had no choice other than to let my flesh dance for his entertainment and suffer the torment of nipples aching to be abused.
"How does it feel?" He asked.
"Fucking amazing.
Uhh
It always does."
I saw the twitch of mischief at the corners of Stuart's mouth and instantly prepared myself as he turned the dial.
"Fuck. Fuck."
My senses were overwhelmed in an instant and I hung on for the ride. Fire and pressure built in my groin until release came with the irresistible explosive power of a broken fire hydrant.
"Holy fucking...
Uhh."
I came with a viciousness that left me a shivering wreck held up only by the implement delivering its torture deep in my pussy.
I launched myself from the machine to escape it and fell in a crumpled mess at its side. In the corner of my eye, I saw Stuart stand and begin to remove his tie.
"I feel like that might be a hard act to follow." He said.
"I know you." I was still struggling to breathe evenly.
"It's early. You're gonna deliver even worse."
"Worse?"
I grinned.
A few months ago I'd have been happy with that orgasm. Indeed I still was. But that wouldn't stop the human sex machine I'd chosen as my lover from hammering my pussy until it was raw.
I'd learnt during our snatched moments at the office how Stuart could keep his cock hard for ages. Since having the comfort of time using my home allowed us, I'd discovered it could stay hard for an eternity. It had to be some kind of genetic trait. It certainly wasn't normal. But nor was it unwanted.
And as I raced to control my ragged breathing I could see him calmly removing his clothing. He was taking his time to put his garments neatly on the chair. A purposeful act to give my mind time to grasp what was coming.
He pulled me to my knees and his cock was in my face. It danced and twitched, trying to escape my hovering mouth. A beautiful, powerful thing that served to remind me of all the years I'd made do with such a poor specimen.
I gave sniggering grunts as I followed it.
"That's so big. Hold still so I can taste it."
"It kind of does its own thing."
My mouth watered as I put my tongue to it. It was bliss to slide around his crown. I loved cock in my mouth. I always had. I felt in control. My man reliant on me for pleasure that I could provide or deny at a whim.
With James, it'd generally been only a short thing I did before he fucked me. Or to finish him off. Far more pleasurable to me than it was for him. At least we had back in the early days when sex was... I was going to say important to him. But with hindsight, I wasn't sure it had been. Just relief.
With Stuart it was different. He positively savoured it. He was in an alternative world when he had his cock between my lips and time meant nothing to him. The sucking and licking was something I found myself doing for ages and today was no different.
My jaw was aching by the time he came. What seemed an inhuman amount of creamy, warm goo streamed onto my tongue and dribbled into my throat.
"Mmm."
I swirled my tongue around his crown, delighting at its pleasurable final throbs. I let him slip from my mouth and making eye contact to be sure he was watching I swallowed his cream before my expanding grin gave it an escape down my chin.
"Delicious."
On the rare occasions my boring husband had used my mouth in our later years he'd been satisfied with relieving himself. Then more than happy to leave me to finish myself as he selfishly turned away to sleep. Just another step in our declining sex life. For years I'd tried to convince myself to accept that as normal, even though I knew it wasn't.
It was different now. With Stuart sex was to be savoured. This was just his warm-up act. Now would come hours of fucking me. And with my hands still restrained behind my back I would take it all. I wouldn't be given a choice.
"Stand up." He commanded.
I did as he said, eager to have the pleasure revisited on me. I quivered as Stuart's hands caressed my legs. A slow worship of my flesh beginning at my ankles and working upwards.
"Uhh."
I was helpless to his touch once his fingers tickled the insides of my thighs. He went higher while his eyes stared up, watching the reactions painted across my face. I shuddered, making my tits jiggle.
"Oh fuck."
Stuart had reached my pussy. Still sensitive from the fucking the Sybian had given it, I became a trembling leaf struggling to stay standing.
