I love being an older man's plaything

I had a couple days off work, and I was home alone. My whole day stretched out in front of me with no real plans. But. There’s this thing that’s been happening.

At a 4th of July party I met a guy and we sneaked off and I gave him a blowjob. It turned out that he’s twelve years older than me, and in addition to be handsome and having a delightfully big dick, that age gap turned me the fuck on.

I told him as much, and that it made me insanely horny to think about being an older man’s plaything. We both work all day, but he texts me in the evening to say that I’m needed, and he makes good use of his willing, eager girl.

So I sent this text to him:

“Off work today and tomorrow. I’m available.”

He didn’t respond right away. He has a real job with actual responsibilities, but it still didn’t take long.

“I’ll be home for lunch at 12:10. You will be there waiting for me.”

Happy Kylie. I replied: “Yes sir.”

I’ve taken to calling him sir when he tells me what to do. It wasn’t planned, and he didn’t tell me to do it. It just started happening. You guys, I’m getting off so hard on this thing that he and I have going.

I had to decide what to wear. If he was going to take me on his lunch break, he deserved to have easy access. I had a momentary fantasy of his place being secluded and waiting for him by the front door already naked. Sadly that wasn’t an option. A filmy green cami and a short white skirt with nothing underneath was an obvious choice, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t effective. I painted my lips a rosy red because he likes the way they look wrapped around his cock.

I looked fucking hot.

And when he saw me, he agreed.

One of my favorite things is the way he looks at me, hungry, greedy, shameless about seeing me for what I am to him: his plaything, his fucktoy, the horny eager younger girl who wants his big dick.

I got there early. He always tells me that I have to be on time. I have yet to find out what will happen to me if I’m late…but I kinda want to find out…

At this point I cannot reasonably say that I’m making him work for it, but I paused after he closed the door behind me and let him walk farther into the living room. He stopped and said, “Come over here.”

I did my best to pretend to be coy, taking a small step back, smiling shyly, biting my lip. But he knew better. He moved towards me. I took a step towards him.

He grabbed me. I gasped, playing along but also because it was exciting to be grabbed like that. His hands slid down over my skirt, then back up under it. The sound he made when he realized I didn’t have anything on underneath would have been enough. I could have gone home happy. But of course I didn’t.

That deep sound in his throat was followed by a little chuckle and then, “You’re so good at this, Kylie.” I’ll admit; I melted a little. Okay, fine, I melted a lot.

“So are you, sir,” I said, grinning up at him.

“I don’t have much time.”

“That’s okay.” I pushed my hips against him. He hadn’t stopped rubbing and grabbing my bare ass. He let out a heavy breath. I think he was unsure of what he wanted to do with me. I think what he actually wanted was more time, but, I mean, he had options.

I also would have been more than okay with him just touching me like that and then sending me home. I would have just fucked myself all afternoon. But there was no hiding how hard he was, so that probably wasn’t on the table.

I reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt while I contemplated all the awful things he wanted to do me. He smells like a man, he’s built like a man, he has chest hair like a man, I like it all so much. I kissed his chest as I undid the buttons and I guess that shook him out of his indecision.

He picked me up! I legit gasped. And I swooned so hard I probably almost fainted. He carried me into the bedroom, his slutty needy little plaything fucktoy Kylie.

He laid me down at the foot of his bed, hurried to take his shirt off, dropped it on the floor, let his pants fall around his ankles and let that big dick out. There was clearly no more time to waste, and he grabbed my thighs, I laid back, and he pushed my legs back. He knows now that he can fold his toy in half and he did.

Then he slapped that big dick on my cunt, delightfully hard, I love that slap of a heavy dick, and I gave him permission.

“Fuck me,” said his panting, eager, horny plaything.

And he did. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t need to. He didn’t take it easy on me. He didn’t need to. He filled me with that cock and fucked me.

He shoved roughly at the hem of my cami and I pulled it up over my tits. More rough grabs. My body existing for his desire and need.

And he fucked me. That’s what I was there for. That’s my body is for.

He fucked me until he was done, until he demanded that I get on my knees, and I slid right off the bed onto the floor, on my knees for him, and he gave me that cock, right down my throat just like he knows I can take it and he came.

Just like that. Just that fucking hot. Just that fucking good.

When he pulled away it left me gasping but I still wanted that cock. I licked and gave it soft sucks as long as he let me, until it was too much.

“Go back to work like this. I don’t want you to clean up,” I said.

It looked like he was having trouble making his eyes focus, but he got dressed just like I wanted him to. I wanted some of me left on his cock all afternoon.

I didn’t stay. We were done. It was time for me to go.

Let me try to find the words to tell you how hot I felt leaving his place dressed like that, freshly fucked, with his cum in my tummy…no, I don’t think I can. But I felt so so so damn good.