I know you've heard this before, it seems far too many stories start out this way, but this really is a true story. Only the names have been changed.. This is a story about a man I know, a man who has become very useful to me and one who changed my life in some small way.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Pepper. I am middle aged now but in my younger days I was quite the beauty. I won several beauty contests and graduated high in my university. I have large breasts that seem to attract the kind of men that I really don't care for but I also have a nice body and most of all I have the ability to charm a man.
Most men are very sexual when they are around me, they seem to sense in me the ability to be whatever they wish me to be. Take my second husband, please, he was a real prick. He saw me as a party girl, I became a party girl. He enjoyed watching men fuck me. He brought women home and went into orgasmic utopia when I sucked their pussies. We had threesomes, foursomes and moresome, but in the end he abused and ignored me.
It was during our divorce that I met SJ, he was a private investigator. I had approached him to try and get evidence against my husband for the divorce. He was about 46 at the time, an attractive man but not someone I would normally associate with.
SJ helped me immensely with my divorce. He was always there when I needed him and I became fond of him. I began to see him in a different sort of light. He became my friend and I his. He visited me for no other reason than to chat and keep my spirits up.
At some point I began to realize through his innuendo that he found me sexually desirable. Being the very sexual woman I was I encouraged him to speak more freely about his fantasies. I took his lead and what ever he spoke of I agreed with, where ever his thoughts and fantasizes went, I followed with enthusiasm. I soon began to realize that SJ was very much taken by the act of cunnilingus. I even mentioned it to him once.
"You're very oral aren't you?"
"Yes," he smiled sheepishly, "Very much, in fact sometimes I prefer it to anything else."
"That's very interesting and unusual I think," I said in mock surprise. "And how do you go about getting an orgasm?"
He grinned shyly and almost in a whisper said, "Masturbation, I prefer to masturbate."
I was not surprised . I was titillated and I told him so.
He blushed with excitement, his toothy smile reminded me of a small boy who had been caught looking up a someone's skirt.
"Is that something you do often?" I inquired with a smile.
"You mean masturbate?"
"No," I said demurely. I was asking if you eat pussy very often."
His eyebrows arched in surprise "Wha..." he exclaimed his hand flying to his mouth as though he was afraid the word yes would jump out.
I shook my head slowly and with a smirk said in perfect cadence, "Do, you, eat, pussy, very, often."
I could see he was summoning the courage and finally. "I only wish," he said with a sigh. "Mostly it's just a fantasy."
We spent the rest of the evening together and that evening I allowed his fantasy to come true!
We got a little drunk and started kissing, the kisses turned into deep kisses. We fondled each other. His fingers found my wetness and mine found his hardness. We slowly removed our clothing as we caressed and stroked each other. His passion overwhelmed him and with a little coaxing I soon had him where I needed him, on his knees, his tongue nestled inside me.
He was a good lover. His lips and tongue were as good, if not better, than any I had ever experienced. But it was his enthusiasm that set him apart from all my other lovers. He sucked with an intensity and hunger that I had never before encountered. He could never seem to get enough of me. His tongue was tireless, his mouth a vacuum that drained me each time I had an orgasm. We changed positions many times that night but always with me in control and always with his mouth clinging desperately to my oozing pussy.
I used him that night, used his mouth to wipe out all the abuse I had received from men over the years, I used his mouth to suck away all those memories, I used his mouth the way a man uses a woman's mouth, I fucked it, I came in it, I fed him my cum. I reveled in his servile behavior as I served him the gamy secretions from my fleshy cup, I flooded him and even as I collapsed atop his upturned face he continued to draw at my extended clit like a baby sucking at it's mothers teat. I reveled at my intoxicated of him.
I had never known such power before. Of course I had always had some small amount of power because I was able to use my body to get what I wanted, but always in a submissive way. The power I received from SJ was a totally different animal, it was mind control and I had it. It was a power that I would use over and over throughout our relationship. One that grew and grew until it became what it is today, total control. Having heard me boast of my conquest it to a friend another friend told me that it was cunt power, pure cunt power, the wet, smelly, drippy, strong taste of an aroused woman, the kind that washes over and adheres to a mans face and tongue like an oily wet rag
It was late into the night when I finally allowed him to slide his throbbing cock into my thoroughly sucked pussy. It didn't take him long. Within a few seconds he had spent himself totally and deeply inside me. He lay gasping on top of me.
I lay there contemplating what had just happened and what I could do with this new-found power when he began to slowly slide down my body once again
"Pepper, Are you asleep?" he asked, shaking me softly.
I lay still and only opened my eyes enough to peek down at his face.
"Are you asleep Pepper?" he asked again, some what louder. I only mumbled and sighed, pretending I was asleep. I was very curious as to what he intended to do.
When I gave no answer he waited for a few seconds and then, convinced of my slumber, slid down my body until his face was once again at my pussy. Suddenly I felt the heat of his tongue probing the edge of my labia. I held my breath as he gently licked, then softly took one lip into his mouth and began to suck it.
I couldn't believe it, he was sucking his cum from my pussy. No one had ever done that before, not even the queers that my ex-husband had brought home. I felt an excitement and lewdness rise up in me that was beyond all expectation.
I moaned softly in pleasure as he continued to suck. I peered down over my belly into his face as he nuzzled further into my open cunt. His eyes were closed and there was a look of adoration on his face. I moaned softly and mumbled an approval of his behavior.
Slowly as though trying not to wake me he lifted my knee and slid his head underneath. Now I could only see the top of his head so I opened my eyes to better watch this spectacle of obscene lust. I felt his mouth again, or rather his tongue as it probed deeply into my cunt. I moaned restlessly and moved my hips, responding as a sleeping woman might. Encouraged by my drowsy passion he slid his palms under my hips and pulled my cunt to his mouth. I again moaned, and responded by lifting my hip but this time in true yearning and allowed my thighs to open for him.
