What inspired me to write these stories is the fact that they actually happened to me. I am thankful for all of my life experiences, and though I am still relatively young, I am able to look back at my 20s and say that I had quite a bit of fun. I was lucky to have met someone who had such a strong sexual connection with me. I had always been in search of a dominant older top with the kind of size and age that would make me want to cum almost instantly...
Roger smiled and asked me if I was sure about this, and of course I nodded yes. I was excited but super nervous as well. I had done a little research on how anal sex felt for men getting it, and I was both curious but apprehensive.
First, I wanted to be sure with myself that I wanted him in me and that this was not some pre-orgasmic mood. For that reason, I asked him if he could make me cum by going down on me first.
Of course, he obliged. Within moments, my legs were spread open, I was on my back again, looking up at the ceiling, my feet playing with his hairy back, while he munched on me. He disappeared down there for minutes at a time, but would come up every so often to suck on my breasts or push my knees back so he could eat my ass. At some point, he started sucking on the tip of cock quite forcefully and this caused me start squirming and thrashing again. He had my hips in his powerful hands, however, so there was not much room for movement. I finally began arching my back, as the pleasure was too much for me to handle.
If it wasn't for the music that he had on (Enya) in the background, I was sure his neighbors would have heard my screams and moans. He was making me moan like a whore.
I was a whore, his whore. He was conquering me slowly but surely. His domination of me was methodical and his lust for me was just as insatiable as mine was for him.
Anyway, my back was arched and I kept moaning and screaming "Oh my God, oh fuck, oh daddy!!"
He groaned again while he was down there, and he slid his hands under my ass and pulled me closer to him. I was having trouble opening my legs more for him, so I put my feet on his shoulders. He began fingering me while sucking on me and this was driving me absolutely mad with pleasure.
I continued to squirm and I looked down at him. In the darkness, his head was massive and my thighs looked small. He was huffing and puffing and his grunts were becoming louder.
I was on the verge of a giant orgasm. My knees were trembling, my hands were switching between holding his head and grabbing the bed sheets.
I looked down at him "Roger, oh daddy, oh baby I'm gonna cummmm!" With that, I felt a massive release downward and into his mouth. I lost control of everything and I started screaming his name "Oh Roger, Roger, Roger!!" My right hand found his hand and I wrapped my fingers in with his while my left hand continued to clutch the sheets. My back was arched again and he didn't move a muscle. His mouth was wrapped around my member and he was sucking every drop of my sweet honey.
My orgasm lasted forever, or so it seemed. Once I finished climaxing, I lay there shuddering. Roger continued to play with me though. He continued to tongue the tip. Interestingly, he never opened his mouth or took his mouth off of me.
I looked down and saw him continuing to suck on me and I smiled at him and then I began massaging his big bald head. I played with his ears and then we held hands.
He finished up and finally stood up. My hips were stiff from spreading my legs for so long. I finally got a break. I lay there for a moment while he got me a warm moist towel to clean me off. He wanted to lie down and cuddle, but I was more interested in sucking his thick cock again.
I asked him if we could go back to the couch. He agreed and he took me by the hand and guided me in the dimly lit apartment back to his couch. He sat down. I slowly straddled him, then I sat facing him with my knees buried into the sofa. I looked at him intently, with a "Come and get me" look and I kissed him.
"So did you swallow?" I asked.
