Fucked By A Dad I Met In Superbowl

It's me again guys your favourite Milf and I wanted to give an update with one of my sluttiest experiences I think I've ever had; that I had recently. This was just before the Chiefs won the superbowl.

One of my guy friends dared me to try fucking an older dude at a college football game (I think that the guy that dared me hoped to be that man, but I digress). I initially wasn't thrilled by the idea, but it kept gnawing at the back of my mind lol, the game we were at was so boring. I am 42 years old myself.

I made my way to the game after the usual morning drinking, dressed in my favorite game-day outfit that was a little bit revealing I must admit, but hey I'm at a football game surrounded by men and I don't care for the football that much.

During the first quarter, I had gotten up to get a bottle of water and was wandering aimlessly through the crowded concourse. The average age of the crowd was significantly higher than I was used to and that's when I remembered someone had told me to pick up an older man...

Even though I had initially discarded the thought, knowing that my family was nearby made the idea super hot, so I gave in.

I was overwhelmed by the options, but I resolved to find a suitable partner. At first I considered trying to fuck someone in Camp Randall itself, but I didn't know any suitable nooks or crannies in the stadium where we wouldn't get caught.

In the hall by the concessions, I saw an older dude--probably in his late 60s standing near a wall texting. He had mostly black hair, though gray near the temples; overall it was a bit wild but in a pretty way. He had a clear five-o'clock shadow. He was slender overall and probably about 5'9", so only six inches taller than me. And, cutest of all, he looked sort of sad what can I say, I love that dejected look. I got a little closer and saw no ring, so I figured it was a go.

I worked up the nerve and approached in the middle of the crowd. I started with a simple "hey!"

He looked up, and as he started he said "there you are--"

I froze, thinking I had somehow walked into one of the people who have been DMing me. But, immediately after: "oh, sorry. I thought you were someone else."

My relief mixed with curiosity and hope at the opening: "who did you think I was?"

"My daughter."

Oh shit, I was trying to fuck another women's dad.

I walked around sneakily and found out he was waiting for her. He was visiting the game, too, like my parents, but his daughter would rather sit near student section. I figured it was just the right time to brighten his day hehe.

I moved in close, got on my tiptoes, and whispered into his ear. I asked if he was staying in town for the night he said no. I could tell he had no idea that I was angling for his dick. I told him to meet me at a certain bar at a certain time and that I would make his night worthwhile if he stayed a little late. He apprenhensively looked at me, almost like I was a ghost he was in shock. I was momentarily concerned, but then I saw the blush on his check, beneath his stubble, so I doubled down with "I mean it," I said.

After the game, I did the usual partying, but I kept the drinking light I was confident I had reeled him in and I wanted to make sure I could deliver the performance he expected. The time rolled around and I had dragged my friends to the correct bar. We were sitting inside when I saw him through the window, waiting on the sidewalk.

I went out and met him and started leading him home. I knew I'd have the house to myself, since one roommate was gone and the other was with her boyfriend. He followed me, I could tell he'd never done this before.

The moment my door shut behind us, I pushed him against a wall. I looked him straight in the eye and lifted a hand to slip my overalls off my shoulders, first the left, then the right. As the second one fell, so did the whole outfit, gathering around my ankles. He breathed faster as I started to push against him in only my sports bra and panties.

Despite this, though, he didn't seem engaged he was just letting me grind against him. He wasn't reaching or touching. I unbuttoned his red polo and lifted it over his head and immediately after I grabbed the back of his neck and started kissing him. He kissed me back, but that was it. I had to guide his hand to my tits before he started touching.

I continued stripping both of us down until we were naked. He remained utterly placid. I led him to the bedroom. I decided, though, that if he was going to let me take complete control, I had to get as much out of it as I could. I shoved him onto my bed and climbed on top of his face. As soon as my weight shifted onto his mouth he came alive: his tongue was racing. Apparently this was exactly what he wanted.

I started to grind on his face, my own breathing getting heavy. I reached up and started playing with my nipples, arching my back and pressing my pussy onto his face. It was feeling pretty good, though I decided to open my eyes and get a better look at him before continuing the fantasy playing out in my head. I craned my neck a bit and saw him playing with himself as he ate me out-- snapped back around and lifted myself a few inches. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?" "No, I'm sorry." "You'll have to make it up," he nodded slightly.

I pressed back down on him and started riding his face faster. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed his face harder against my pussy as I ground away. I'll admit it wasn't always the best feeling I kept sliding off his mouth and onto his stubble, but the slight pain felt good, and just knowing that I was humping this dude twice my age liked a pillow was enough. I kept on until I came, though immediately after I regretted it because of the stubble.

"I think you gave me rug burn on my labia," I told him jokingly. "I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

I paused. "What do you think I should do?" "Punish me."

I really wasn't expecting it to go this way, especially without prior discussion, but I was into it. I lifted my hand and slapped his face, and then I did it again with the other hand. He just took it. I put one hand on his throat and another on his balls; I squeezed both, and again he just accepted it with a grimace. I pushed and shoved and spanked, but I couldn't break him. I resorted to taunting--"is that really all you can do? Be pushed around by a small girl?"

Though the question was rhetorical, which I could tell he realized--and though I wasn't quite done yet, he spoke up: "I mean, if you're really asking, I could take control, if you want..."

I was intrigued. "Then do whatever you want."

With that he took a step toward me. Suddenly his body--not that much bigger than my own--was looming. He stood against me and grabbed my hair by the scalp. "Is this what you want, small girl?" I whimpered assent.

Hand still laced through my hair, he stood out of the way and pushed me forward, following and bending me roughly over the bed. He shoved my face into the sheets. With his free hand he picked up a belt that was lying on my floor and started lightly smacking my bare ass. "How old are you?" he asked. "42," I replied.

Then, winding up a bit more, he belted me 42 times, counting as he went. I yelped each time, but he didn't beat all the sass out of me: "how old is your daughter?" "She's 41," he said, spanking as hard as he could one final time.

He paused for a moment and I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I started propping myself up to look, but he shoved me back down onto the bed and held me there. Suddenly he shoved his dick in, and it felt incredibly wide. I hadn't seen it fully erect, but I could tell the girth was substantial. He slid in and out slowly, grunting with each thrust.

I started to let out little cries in unison as he pushed back in. I would occasionally try to prop myself up, but I was always met with his hand. He started spanking me again, and I yelped each time he hit my now sore ass. "Quiet," he said.

Defiant as ever, I squealed louder with each strike, but now, each time I squealed, he picked up the pace. Soon he was fucking four times as fast as he was previously, thrusting in and out and spanking me in rhythm. I started getting close, and somehow he could tell, "are you going to cum?" "Yes, almost".

But just as I was about to get there, he pulled out and ruined it. "Yes sir," he said. "Next time you'll get to have it if you're respectful."

He then picked up my entire body and flipped me onto the bed. He started fucking me missionary, choking me. He resumed his former slow pace, but in combination with the hand on my throat it brought me right back to the edge. "Can I cum, sir?" "Let me think about it."

He kept fucking like my question was nothing, and I was trying my hardest not to cum. "You know," he said, "I think I like to fuck you better when I can't see your face."

"Is it because it reminds you of your daughter?" He spit in my face before flipping me onto my stomach.

He started fucking me prone. He reached up and started clasping my throat again, and with his other hand he started to rub my clit. "Cum for me. You have fifteen seconds or you don't get to cum at all." With that he started counting.

My heart fluttered, afraid that I wouldn't get my relief, but the combination of everything--the buildup, him touching my clit, the pressure of the countdown resulted in one of the most explosive orgasms I've ever had. I don't even really remember it all I remember is that, after, one of my hands had started pressing his hand tighter around my throat.

I lay there panting and he got up, pulling off the condom. "I see you like it when you can't breathe," he said. I nodded, vaguely comprehending what he was saying. "Get on your knees."

I obeyed mindlessly, getting on the floor and starting to work his cock. "I'm still in charge, though," he said, "and, like I said, you only get to breathe when I say so. Is that alright?" I nodded again. "Good girl."

He grabbed my hair by the scalp again and shoved his cock into my mouth. "Tap me three times if it's too much," he warned. It was still really wide, but thankfully not too long--I knew I could handle it, my gag reflex is great.

He started to pump in and out, fucking my face. He started slowly, but picked up after about thirty second. His hands gripped my hair tighter, with each thrust pushing my face into his body, trying to go deeper. At this point I got lost in the oxygen-deprived euphoria of it all I don't know how long he was at it; all I felt was the rhythm.

He started saying something, but I couldn't make it out over the noise of my throat. I realized, though, that he was saying he was going to cum he pulled out and came all over my face, rope after rope of hot cum landing on my cheeks and forehead. I thankfully closed my eyes in time, but I kept my mouth open, letting it drip in. Knowing that he was probably about to tell me to do it, I reached up and started wiping the cum off my face and into my mouth, swallowing all of it. I opened my eyes to his smirk.

We cleaned up and got dressed, and he immediately asked me for my number to repeat it. Since then we fuck like once a week and gosh it's great.