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.
I wanted her nipples: to suck on them, but them and taste them. I started yanking and tugging on her bra, which I knew was expensive, until it broke and her bare tits were out for me to take full advantage of.
I could feel her beginning to cry in her protest as I continued and it fueled my feeling of dominance, egging me on. I reached down and without much effort my pants were undone and my seven-and-a-half-inch cock was exposed and ready to be pleased and pour my release anywhere in or on her body. I pulled my pants the rest of the way off and straddle her to where I could put my cock in between my favorite tits.
When I looked down, she had tears streaming down her face and started to say something to me and protest, prompting me to slap her across the face in a quick, instinctive manner that kept her quiet despite her sobbing.
I told her to spit down on her tits to give me lube, to which her answer was to look away as a means of escape. I slapped her again to bring her to reality and repeated my demand to which she finally complied.
With me satisfied to have enough lube, I clamped her heavy tits together around my cock and started thrusting slowly, but hard enough to jut the tip of my cock to her neck and chin before I started fucking at a steady rhythm.
"These tits are mine," I sad to her, " they will always be mine and you will give them to me no matter what."
I stopped fucking her tits for moment to be able to lean my face down hers while I held her by the hair and force eye contact, "even if I let you marry that idiot and you bear his children, your tits are mine. Do you understand?"
She just stared at me blankly with tears rolling down her cheeks. I slapped her again for a response.
"Yes," she stammered out.
