Desired In A Club For The 1St Time

As an older guy, I love sharing new experiences with my younger conquests. Doing something for the first time with anyone is always great and this story is no exception.

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I collect you from your house and you are wearing the insanely sexy outfit that I'd suggested. High waisted Black trousers that perfectly frame and present your juicy slapable bottom.

On top, your big chest looks incredible presented in a red bra under a see through black top. The bra is straining under the weight and projects your tits 4 or 5 inches straight out from your body.

Your long brown hair is pulled into a ponytail, exposing your elegant neck and further accentuating the curves of your shapely silhouette.

You feel nervous at how incredibly sexualised I have demanded that you look. The curves of your bottom, the narrowness of your waist and the sheer volume of your chest make you look like some ancient fertility goddess.

Hand built to drive any man insane with lust and fill his head with thoughts of forcibly taking you and planting his seed deep inside you.

You've applied just the right amount of makeup to make your eyes sparkle, your pretty face glow and your lips are red and wet looking. The whole look is complimented with the expensive perfume that I bought you and that you applied behind your ears, on the back of your neck and in the warmth of your deep cleavage.

Even though your figure belongs to that of a mature woman, you are only 19 and have never been properly taken out. Granted you have dated before but they were with guys of your own age who took you to the cinema and bowling alley or treated you to a Domino's or McDonald's.

But dating an older guy puts you in a different class and when I heard that you'd never been exposed to a decent restaurant or felt the attention of real men in a nightclub, I knew I wanted to remedy that situation.

You look amazing and feel electric. You've never felt more feminine, more physically objectifiable, more asking to be raped.

I tell you how good you look and you shyly look down, which I chide you for.

"Look up and look proud baby" I say as I walk you to the car, my hand on the small of your back but desperate to slide down to feel your bottom through your trousers.

You push your shoulders back, adding another inch to your shelf like chest and a car toots as it drives by.

The restaurant is lovely, the bubbles of the champagne going to your head and you relax into the rare night off from your college work.

You feel the eyes of the restaurant upon you when you go to the toilet. Quick glances from some, longer stares from others and it makes you glow inside.

As you wash your hands in the Ladies, a woman tells you how incredible you look and asks if your boobs are real. You smile and feel a swell of pride at how your figure usurps almost every other woman in the restaurant.

I settle the bill and we head to the club. I feel smug and confident walking into the darkened venue with you on my arm. But the night isn't about me. I want you to experience the pure thrill of being physically desired by guys.

Not because you've offered them a sexy picture online but because you are showcasing a real world, tangible and touchable vision of feminine wonder.

We agree that if it becomes too much I will rescue you but for the time being I want you to experience the confidence boost of guys adulation and give you a flavour of what attention you would normally receive in a club environment.

We separate and you move off to one of the bars while I hang back and find a seat at a table to observe.

It's barely minutes before guys start coming over offering to buy you drinks, trying to make you laugh or even covertly brushing past you with their hands grazing against your bottom.

You feel their eyes (and occasional hands) on your voluptuous body and begin to recognise just how desirable you are. You even start to pick up on the acidic glares from other women who resent your looks and body stealing attention away from them.

You look stunning. Your heavy chest, curvy bottom and slim waist, combine with your long hair and revealing clothing to make you look like some kind of World of Warcraft temptress.

You hear all the chat up lines, listen to all of the advances, experience the wild flirting and maintain your breezy smile throughout. The attention from predominantly older men is a rush for reminding you just how attractive you are on a base level.

These guys aren't approaching you for your sweet demeanour or kind heart. No, they spotted the teenage honey amongst them and were excited at how your innocent face contrasts so dramatically with your huge womanly tits. That someone could look so young but so physically mature.

When the slew of guys became too much, the marauding hands too gropey and you were completely surrounded by men, I casually stroll over, take your hand and guide you to the table that I was watching you from.

Some of the guys make a move to interject but my age, appearance and assured movement dissuades them from pursuing you any further.

We continue to drink, to talk and you enjoy the looks that you receive. When the music improves, we gravitate to the dance floor and start to move to the rythmn. My hands touching your body as your hair bounces and your breasts enticingly move and sway to the tunes.

I cannot wait to get you home and feast on your flesh but for the moment the anticipation of that is satisfied by seeing the amount of fun that you are having written large upon your face.

Your brown eyes are so deep and seductive, your smile is broad and you are enjoying the chance to safely yet fully showcase your sexy body under my reassuring watch.

You let the beat fill you and play up to tonight's seductive character by rubbing your body against mine when a tune you like comes on. You love me looking at you as you perform and you sense the rest of the club is as well.

It excites you to know they are looking at your curvaceous form as you enticingly move around me, pushing your bottom into my groin or crushing your big breasts against my arms.

You catch mens eyes as they look you up and down, mentally undressing you and eye fucking you relentlessly.

You can almost see how much they want to tear off your clothing, bury their face in your spectacular tits and make you moan as their thirsty, needy mouths lick and suck your fertile young body.

Your knickers start to dampen and your nipples become hard at both the adulation you are receiving and your aching lust for the older man who brought you here.

You place you arm around my shoulders and lean into my ear. My fragrance fills your senses, tipping you into full blown sexual hunger.

"Mmm Daddy, I want you so badly. Take me home and fuck me till sunrise".

We grab out coats leaving disappointed faces to head home and you squirm in the seat at the thought of giving up your body and being used and fucked all night long.

Back in my flat we put some music on and recreate the situation we had earlier. You picture the club looking at you again as you close your eyes and your hands move over your breasts, squeezing them together.

Dancing for their approval, you imagine them looking at you wishing that they could strip you, tame you and own you. The thought arouses you so much that your skin tingles and you back into my body as I stand in the room and look at you.

You smell so good and your bottom moves from side to side, dragging against the bulge that continues to grow bigger and harder within my trousers.

I slide my hands around your body, cupping the huge tits that drove so many guys wild with hunger. You moan and lean you head back on my shoulder as my hands continues to squeeze and explore your chest while your hips continue to translate the tune playing.

You're so full of life and represent such feminine fertility and I have to pinch myself that I was the one that got to take you home from the club.

My mouth leans down to kiss your neck and taste the incredible smoothness of your young skin. My fingers hook underneath your see through top and pull it up. It struggles over your voluptuous chest before pinging free.

You hold your arms up, incorporating them into your movement and maintaining a frightening level of sexiness.

I throw the top on the floor and my hands fall onto your chest, which feels even bigger now. I push them together watching from above as they squash and rise almost spilling out of your bra.

My desire for you is beginning to overwhelm me and I undo the button of your trousers and tug them down, collecting your destroyed knickers in the process.

You continue dancing, feeling the gaze of the strangers eyes on your body but excited for the hard dicking that you crave from the man standing behind you.

I unclip your bra and let it fall to the floor as my fingers are compelled to race to your breasts. God, they are incredible. Soft and warm and so squishy. I spin you round and convert all of my burgeoning lust into a kiss of overwhelming passion.

Standing naked in front of your man, you taste the hunger and arousal in his kissing and feel your kitty throb and fizz in flourishing anticipation.

I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom, where I lay you down and smother your body in hot wet kisses.

The first couple of hours are wild and frenzied. The hundreds of eyes on your body electrified your core and I am perfectly placed to capture that lightning.

I handle your form with an insatiable desire to give you an unforgettable night and your body responds by erupting into a series of orgasms that get bigger and more consuming as the night proceeds.

Our bodies are connected, our sweat and juices mixing together to paint a picture of wanton, soul enriching lust on a naughty canvas of older and younger.

When finished, we collapse together. Chests rising and falling as our lungs struggle to replenish our spent bodies.

We drift off into contented sleep as you mutter how safe you feel with Daddy's arms around you.

At some point in the middle of the night, we wake and make love slow and affectionate. No rush, no frantic urges, just two bodies revelling in the intimacy of our touch and the sensation of me being deep, deep inside you.

We barely move our hips as you enjoy the feeling of me filling you up so wholesomely and completely.

Our kisses are gentle and delicate as we ensure to remain joined at the mouth and the groin. Instead of racing up the mountain, we slowly climb it together, making minimal movements of our hips to maintain the depth of penetration.

When we eventually both cum together, it is the most synchronised and natural movement we have ever completed.

Two different souls, separated by wildly varied experiences and years of age joining together in a physical connection that transcends societal labels and reverts us to simply being a man and a woman.