Owned by a Younger Man | 2016

Hello, Redditors! Bear with me as this is my first posted story. It is an assigned task, but I feel my tale needs to be told. I am a 47 year-old woman with long dark-blond hair, brown eyes, and curves both top and bottom but with a waist that's good for holding. Most days you can find me wearing glasses; I have several different pairs. It's not in my nature to boast, but I hear from others than I'm a beautiful woman. I feel beautiful, too. In my public life, I'm a teacher and a mom to mostly grown kids who loves being busy with exercise and family and cultural events. I've been divorced for five years. I say "in my public life" because in my private life I am owned, body and soul, by a younger man. He found me more than four years ago on a dating site when he was in his mid-twenties and I in my early forties. I was newly divorced and (very) hungry for the kind of sex that was absent in my marriage. I was intrigued by his lone picture. Something about the broad expanse of his shoulders and the steely, half-smile he was offering the camera stirred something in me. At first, we exchanged flirty and fun messages - his obvious intelligence was a huge turn-on. Then he asked to meet for a walk. I agreed, feeling very nervous about the age difference. We connected quickly but did truly just walk and then went for pizza. His presence in person drew me like metal to a magnet. Fiery yellow-red hair, a rugged beard, and a body that could stand in for Michelangelo's statue of David - if David had the thighs of a lumberjack/soccer player.
Over the next couple of days we continued our text flirting and met again for dinner. I literally could not stop thinking about him. At dinner, there were touches and looks that crossed the line I had (weakly) placed, and we found ourselves back at my place. We had hard and fast and glorious sex - a kind I'd never had - and thus began our sexual adventure that has spawned the last several years. Even my move to another city has not stopped the desire to be in his bed! We have fucked on a park bench, in both our beds, in a parking garage on the hood of his car, in the back of a Honda Pilot, and even on a huge steel table in his warehouse. He has filmed us, tied me up, spanked me, caused several rugburns, and always left me breathless and sweating. But we have yet to find my limits. Our dominant/submissive relationship has evolved over time to the point where now even his name on my phone causes my pussy to come to attention. As I said - I am owned. Fast forward to this week. I began receiving messages from him about making a visit to my city on a day that I had no school. He would be in town for work and wanted to see me. Early. I love morning sex, so I was more than excited just at the thought. My instructions were to have the heat turned up and be completely naked and on my knees on the bed with door unlocked by 8:30 a.m. He also requested that I pleasure myself as much as possible before his visit. "Pleasure myself." I love that he calls it that. I could scarcely sleep the night before! I had followed directions, and my pussy was already swollen and wet from the increased attention. I took my time in a hot, soapy bath that morning letting my hands play with the soap and my full breasts. Then I got a text saying he was close - and early! I dried quickly and rushed to my room completely nude, as asked, with wet hair. I heard the door open just as I scampered to my bed. My heart was pounding! I heard him unbuckle his belt and drop his shoes. I couldn't catch my breath. As he rounded the corner, I began to say, "I'm sorry my hair is wet..." "Stop," he warned. "You are not allowed to speak unless I tell you. And you can only make noise when my cock is inside you." Oh, God, I thought. Oh, God! This command just about pushed my heart out of my chest! I LOVE when he gives me orders. "Come here." I slid off the bed and practically jumped into his arms. My nipples hardening as they made contact with his chest. He held me until my heart regained a safe pulse rate and then said, "Now, go start the bath. You are going to bathe me." I should tell you that just seeing him naked is sometimes enough for my pussy to throb. His chest, his jawline, his thighs, and his penis... Oh, God, it is a thing of beauty! Thick and long and veiny and delicious! I filled the tub - still naked myself - while he finished undressing. I could feel him come up behind me as I bent over the tub. He stood me up and slid hands around my waist and cupped my breasts. I tried very hard not to moan or make noise. "You also cannot touch my cock until I tell you to," he said as he lowered himself into the tub.
The teasing - he knows I literally cannot keep my hands off of his cock - was becoming unbearable! I began rubbing the bar of soap over his thighs and his feet paying close attention to his toes. I scrubbed his back - the muscles tense and hard under my hands. I instinctively slid one hand down to my wet pussy and slipped a finger in. Yep, wetter than ever. You could almost hear the juiciness. "Now wash my hair." I nodded and followed orders quickly. "Do you want to wash my thighs and stomach again?" YES, I nodded. Again with the teasing! I slowly rubbed his upper thighs with the bar of soap taking my time with the crease between his thigh and groin. I was trying hard to let the back of my hand brush his hardening cock. I wanted it. Badly! I looked at him asking permission with my eyes. He shook his head, "Not yet." Uhhhhhhh! He was killing me! "Dry me off." I hurried to complete this order knowing that every second would bring me closer to the hard, filling fuck I craved. He led me to the bed and said, "Get your oils and massage my legs." I keep several massage oils in a travel pouch by my bed as I know he loves to be rubbed down. I take them with me whenever we meet, just in case. I squirted the oil into my hands and began to work the muscles in his beautiful thighs. "Put some on your tits," he commanded. I did. They were so sensitive and aroused! I kept one hand rubbing my breasts while the other rubbed his calves and thighs. One hand moving up and down, the other around and around. At this point my need was almost more than I could take. I wanted his now hard cock in my pussy. And fast. "You can touch my cock now." YES!!! With both hands re-oiled, I began the slow, methodic working of his huge member that I knew he loved. In my excitement, I began to speed up. "Slow down!" he ordered. "Just hold it with a firm grip." I did as told, although I can barely get my fingers and thumb all the way around it. I squeezed. "Just hold it." Oh, God. Oh, GOD! I slipped my other hand to my clit and rubbed. I was so close to exploding. We held eyes for what seemed like forever. Mine pleading. His teasing. "Now get on your hands and knees!" I don't know when I've moved faster! I couldn't get my face on the quilt and my ass in the air fast enough! I spread my knees as far as I could. I think I screamed as soon as his hard cock slid in. I couldn't hold the noise back any longer! I bounced my hips against his ,feeling every inch of him inside me. "Is this what you wanted?" "Yes," I moaned. "Yes!" He pounded harder, and I came! Hard! I couldn't help it. All the teasing and anticipation had worked me up to a near frenzy! "Don't stop, please!" I screamed gripping the rails of my brass footboard. I knew he hadn't come yet and that's my favorite part. "Whose pussy is this?" he asked pounding me harder. "Whose pussy?" "It's yours!" I cried.
"You." "Can." "Fuck." "Me." "Whenever." "You." "Want!" Each word punctuated by a thrust. He smacked my ass once. Twice. I kept the rhythm - moans escaping from my open mouth. "Please don't stop. Come in me, please!" I begged. I couldn't believe he was holding off - it made me wiggle and bounce on his cock even harder. I could feel my own orgasm working itself up again in my effort to bring his! "Oh, GOD!" More spanks. Harder now. My pussy responded quickly to each hit. I came - AGAIN! "You're mine!" he said as he held my hips. My knees and elbows were practically making smoke from the friction. My whole body was bouncing now. "Whose bitch are you?" "I'm your bitch! Only yours!" I screamed. And then I felt it. The explosion of his cum in my pussy. God, that feeling! He slowed, holding his cock inside me while it released over and over.

That. That is exactly why I am his. Even as I write this, I can feel the rugburns on my elbows from the quilt. Physical memories of his power. And I am anxiously awaiting our next encounter...