A Fantasy Written by: Cheyenne L.
What is the fantasy, and what makes it exciting for you?
I really like it when a guy is older than me. It is more exciting if he is macho, and likes to take charge. A man who is sweet, but not gentle with me. I’ve never been with an older guy before, so it makes it very exciting to think of.
What would the ideal daydream story of the fantasy be?
The first time he looked at me, I was lost. His hooded dark eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at me, and then he winked. It was my first time meeting with a man way older than me, but it didn’t matter because when I saw him, I knew I was going to let him fuck me.
He bought me a drink at the counter, and introduced himself as George, and we hit it on from there. After three shots of tequila and a few minutes’ conversation with him, I was ready, as ready as I would ever be, anticipating what being with him would feel like. This was a whole new territory for me, and the unfamiliarity made it all the more exciting.
We left the bar and headed for his suite. I paid little attention to the place because the moment I entered and he locked the door behind him, I slipped out of the red body-tight dress I wore, wriggling it down my hips so it dropped to my feet clad in a black stiletto. He crossed over to where I stood in three long strides, and his huge hands grabbed my neck. He kissed me, and it was everything I imagined in our few minutes at the bar.
His tongue drove into my mouth, so hot, so moist, and explored every inch. His lips sucked on mine, and his hands didn’t stay put. They moved over my body, running over my skin, making me burn. They moved to my breasts and he squeezed, there was nothing gentle about his touch.
His neck dipped to the croon of my neck, and he kissed where my pulse beat. I moaned, my hands found their way into his hair and I massaged his scalp, as he massaged my breast, kneading them with both hands. When he lifted me off the ground, I grinded my hips over his waist as he walked over to one sofa, and dropped me carelessly on it, grabbing my left ankle and flipping over, so I was lying on my belly.
I moaned, and squeezed my palms, as he started to kiss his way up my back, then he ran his tongue down my spine and over my butt, using his teeth to shift my panties aside. I was soaking wet, dripping from wanting to feel him inside me, and I had no idea what he would feel like yet. His tongue lapped over my clitoris, his hands steadied my waist because I started to move it, trying to find a rhythm that would increase my pleasure. He continued to tease me, dancing around my clit with each stroke, his fingers playing with the tiny, sensitive spot at the top making my legs convulse with the intensity of the pleasure starting to build in.
I cried out when he stopped, and heard the buckle of his pants snap. I reached for him, but he grabbed my wrists and pushed them back to the chair, then angled my back so I was on my knees, with my butt facing upward to him, exposing me to his merciless torture. I heard him groan, when he rubbed his thick, hot cock around my leaking center, and then he pushed it. He stretched, and filled me then he pulled out all the way to the tip and pushed back into the tilt, making my back arch from the force of his thrust and my knees quiver.
His hands moved to my long blonde hair, and he grabbed a fistful, gently tugging, enough to pull me back but not enough to cause pain. His breath was hot on my neck as he continued to thrust in and out of me, his free hand kneading my breasts or rubbing my butt for a second before he smacked it with his palm.
It was intense pleasure building, and I couldn’t stop it. He grunted once as he rocked his hips into me, his breaths were shaky, I heard the haggard rhythm as he continued to fuck me balls deep. There was nothing else besides the mind-numbing sensation that filled me when he groaned loud, and buried his face in my back as his warm seed filled me, mixing with my over-flowing juices. It was so hot, and I wanted more.
He was done either because he flipped me over again and this time thrust into me as my legs wrapped around his waist. Our eyes met, his lips parted like he wanted to say something, but I stopped the words by sealing my lips to his. I moved my hips to meet with every thrust, the pleasure was unbearable, it was not like anything I had ever felt with a man. His grip on my neck was tight, it made me struggle to breathe but he released me immediately, and dipped his head to suckle my nipple. The right one first, then the left before he bucked inside me again, this time dragging me over the edge with him. After he collapsed on top of me, but did not take his lips off my breasts. In a few minutes he was aroused and I was ready to go again.
How could you actually fulfill it?
I could meet an older guy one day at a bar, but he would probably be with someone his own age, or I would be too shy to walk up to him. So finding the courage I guess is the way to go.
