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I’ve always had a thing for older men. I feel like they always know exactly what I’m thinking. And they always have a way with words, they know what they are doing, and are not shy to show it. The way they take what they want without an apology is what makes them hot. But this guy I’m talking about today was something else.
He was different. And by that, I mean, married, out of my league. But he was so fucking good at ruining me.
The first time he slipped a finger into my ass, I wasn’t expecting it. His tongue was working slow circles around my clit, his beard scratching my thighs, when I felt the press of his fingertip against my tight little hole. I gasped, my hips jerking, but he just smirked against my pussy like he’d been waiting for this moment.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight,” he groaned, pushing deeper.
I could feel his wedding band digging into my thigh, feel the coolness of the metal against my flushed skin, and something about it made me clench around his fingers.
Fuck, the thought of his prude wife who is probably lying in bed beside him right now as I’m writing this, completely oblivious to what he did to me, sends a filthy thrill straight through me everytime I think about it.
A few weeks escort pendik later, after one of our usual sessions which always was about him pounding into me until my legs shook, leaving me dripping with his cum, he rolled off me with a frustrated sigh.
“My wife never lets me fuck her ass.”
I could hear the hunger in his voice, the pent-up need wrapped in frustration. He was another unsatisfied husband, I hear people talk about in movies and online. I almost felt bad for him.
Then something popped into my mind.
Rolling onto my stomach, I arched my back, presenting my ass to him with a slow, deliberate wiggle. “Good thing you’ve got me, then.”
His breath hitched, looking at me and my round ass with lustfilled eyes. I locked eyes with him. His gaze was tearing through my soul.
I didn’t have to check out his bottom half to know he was hard again, his cock already leaking just from the sight of me like this. He reached for the lube that I always keep in my bedside drawer. He took his time coating his fingers before circling my hole with teasing, torturous strokes.
“You sure you can take it, baby?” He growled, his voice made me even hornier.
I istanbul escort whimpered into the mattress, pushing back against his fingers. “Fuck me. Please,” I cried.
He didn’t make me beg for long.
The first press of his cock against my ass made me tense, my nails digging into the sheets. He was big. I already knew that, but his dick felt thicker inside my ass than I had expected, and for a second, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. But then his hand smoothed over my hip as he said in a rough voice in my ear, “Relax. I’ll make it good for you.”
I allowed myself to trust him and I wasn’t wrong to. After all, he knew what he was doing.
He pushed himself inside me in a slow motion, first inch by inch, until I was full. I was so full, my body was naturally stretching around him, and it hurt a little. It took me back to the first time I had lost my virginity in a forest. But the pain started to fade faster than before and was soon replaced by something hotter, something even more addictive than vaginal sex. The way his hips snapped forward, the way his fingers dug into the flesh of my tender breasts hard enough to leave marks, fuck, I’d never felt so owned. I’d never felt so full in my escort kurtköy whole life.
“You take it so fucking good,” he growled in my ear, his thrusts turning more brutal, punishing. “Such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t even answer, just moaned, louder each time with his animalistic thrust. My ass clenching around him as he fucked me deeper and harder. I felt like pooping but I knew I wasn’t gonna, it was just the sensation of his long hard dick inside me that made me feel that way.
“God Maya, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled again, “You feel so fucking good,” this time sounded like he was close to coming in my ass.
When he came, it was with a groan that felt like the best sound I have ever heard my entire life, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me up with his warm liquid until I could feel it dripping out from my asshole.
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t just a quick peck on the lips. Wasn’t some compassion-after-use gesture either. He cupped my face and kissed me like I was his, like his wife wasn’t the one waiting at home for him. Like I was the one he really wanted.
But that didn’t turn me off like it normally would if he were any other guy.
He was the first one to take me on this journey, to make me feel what it’s like to be just the girl his wife could never be. And since then, I love being the one married men come to when their wives won’t give them what they want. There’s something so fucking delicious about being the secret, the sin that they can’t resist.