This is a fantasy story based on an actual dynamic with a past lover. Both parties mentioned, myself and her are over the age of 26. The sexual encounter is based on a real, pre-arranged occurrence.
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"Take it, you like this, don't baby girl?"
All she did was cry as I continued to hold her face down and thrust into her. I loved her and she loved me. But, the devolvement of our relationship from love to being a "dynamic" had spurred so many flares of emotions that brought us here.
I loved this woman and she loved me and she would always go out of her way to make me cum, give me a release and make me feel like a man. Even when I was married, she would video chat me when I worked late and would bare her heavy 36DDD breasts to me as I masturbated all of my perverted energy for her to see.
If I wanted her to meet me and let me glide my cock in between her heavenly tits, she would. If I desire to fill her mouth with my cum, she would wonderfully oblige and ask for more.
She was my sex toy and my lover.
But, being older than me she wanted to be strapped down. She was the woman I wanted to secure, but I was still in frenzy of sexual exploration and even pushing her to have sex with another man for my erotic gain. She did so, but warning signs immediately came that she was fond of him and his simplicity.
She would still fuck me when I desired, even to the point where we were at a convention with family and friends and still made a secret liaison for me to have my way with her; to suck her tits, bend her over and drive my cock into her making her acknowledge my ownership of her pussy and her body before globing my loads of cum all over her bare, beautiful ass.
But, all this was fading away. I was losing her. We agreed to meet at her house as a sign of good will and what I was guessing was a final goodbye. Walking in, I was at peace with it.
But, laying my eyes upon her and hearing her heavenly Hispanic voice, I was losing control. I loved her and I wanted her and I wanted to exploit her forever and at that point I knew what love really was - it was the woman that made me feel like a man.
And I was going to lose her.
I don't know what it was, or when it started or how. I just remember being in the living room with her on the couch and talking. She was in blue jeans and wearing a v-neck T-shirt that very subtly showed her cleavage. I made no attempt to hide that I was staring, fantasizing about what I wanted to do.
"Hey," she said to me to get my attention. I looked up at her and met her glance almost like I had been broken from my trance - and that's when the clarity of desire hit.
I lunged across the couch at her, grabbing her shoulders to push her back and started kissing her mouth and neck. At first she protested to which I told her to be quiet, prompting her to fight.
It was something primal, but what took over made me hold her down harder and explain in-no-friendly-way that I was going to show her just how much I owned her before I reached down and ripped at the flimsy v-neck she wore, baring her bra covered breasts.
My ecstasy and primal drives were at the max as I buried my face into her cleavage kissing everything my mouth could touch. My cock, already hard felt like it was going to unzip my pants itself if I didn't release it. Being that hard just added to the thing.
