Taking Pussy Like a Red Blooded Man

Taking Pussy Like A Red Blooded Man

"Would you like to get that hard for me?" I ask Lawrence, as he stands before me in his living room.

"I was hoping you might..." Lawrence asks, naked as the day he was born with a hopeful look on his face.

"Oh, no. I'm not touching that thing. That's yours. This is mine. With one of these, I can get as many of those as I like." I say, lifting my short skirt to show him I am not wearing any knickers.

It's 2018 and we're in Lawrence's house in a leafy suburb of an affluent area of town. His domineering wife left him the previous year. He craves being told what to do by a dominant woman. Good job I am feeling dominant that day

There's a fine line between being dominant with a man, and being rude or disrespectful. Some men like to be told they're worthless and their penises are too small to be of any use. I do that sometimes but I have to be in the mood. It doesn't come naturally to berate a man's penis.

Penises are lovely. I like them. They are so much fun. You can lick them and put them in your mouth, sit on them or just tease them. Like I am doing here, with Lawrence.

We met Lawrence on a swinger's site we use. He messaged us and asked if we would be interested in some humiliation play. He wanted me to come and say bad things about him. I don't enjoy that. I said we would come across and see what happened. I know he is in a bad place about his marriage ending so I have to tread a bit carefully. Part of me says he needs an understanding friend as much as a dominatrix.

Tony dropped me off a short while ago. He's off to buy a new shirt for a wedding we're invited to next weekend. He always chats with the guy before he leaves. We like one-to-one chats before Tony leaves, if he leaves. They have to feel safe. And I feel safe.

By this point in our swinging career, we rarely meet anyone without having shared 40 or 50 messages first. It allows time for any craziness to seep through in the conversations. Any alarm bells and it's a 'No' from us. We always make it so the first ten minutes or so of a meet are purely social and anyone feeling less than happy with anything about the meet, can walk away, no questions asked. It could be myself, Tony or the other man or couple. Anyone is allowed to stop the meet there and then.

It's standard swinging etiquette to have the whole first meet as a 'social' but we avoid that. I like to avoid wasting ours or anyone else's time. We've met men before for social meets for coffee and I've wanted to jump on their bones there and then but we didn't have anywhere to go. And the second meet didn't happen just because life got in the way. So now we say, a meet is a meet to play from the start.

So, here we are in his living room. I've flashed my pussy and he is really into eating pussy. But will he get mine? I might let him. Who am I kidding. My pussy adores the attention. She loves being licked and having attention lavished on her.

"Do you think you're worthy?" I ask, testing his submissive side.

"I think so, Miss," he says, his hand crossed in front of himself. Standard submissive body language. Shame. He has such a thick-set masculine frame. He'd make a believable Dom.

"Well, I want to see you make it hard." I say, pointing between his legs.

"Okay. Like, now? This minute?"

"Yes. Now. Let me watch you play with it. I'm curious how you do it."

His penis is already halfway there. It won't take too much. Before I know it, he is fully erect and staring at my cleavage.

I chose to wear a pretty pink PVC dress for today's meet with Lawrence. It's tight around my 42GG boobs, making them bulge over the top. It's flared around the hips, falling in curved pleats just above my stocking tops. A beautiful feminine 12 strap suspender belt completes the look. Shiny black heels help me feel taller than my 5' 1" frame. They add a good 4 inches to my height. They also add a certain appeal to the stockings, making my calves and ankles shapely and alluring.

He reaches out for me a few times while he makes it hard. I wag my finger in a strict, 'No, no, no...' gesture. No touching. Just looking.

"That's better." I say, looking behind me to choose the best spot on the settee from which to tease him further.

I spread my legs on the settee so he can see but not touch.

"Is this what you want?" I ask, running my hands up and down the insides of my thighs. I let my fingers stray under my suspender straps, pulling at them to add to the tease. I play with the wedding ring on my left hand to emphasise I am married and this is very, very wrong. I should not be teasing any man but my husband, in this way. My husband's cock should be the only cock I ever play with, suck or fuck. Yet here I am. In Lawrence's house, teasing fuck out of his cock, just for fun.

His cock has a mind of it's own. It's twitching and bobbing around. He stares between my legs as I draw my fingers up, where he wants to push his dirty man-thing.

"Please, may I lick you?" he asks.

"Seeing as you asked nicely... You may."

His tongue is warm and wet on the folds of my pussy. He tugs at his cock while he kisses and licks me out.

"Is that nice?" I ask, looking down, between my thighs.

"Mmm. Yes. Amazing. Such a turn on to be eating you out at last."

"You love my married pussy, don't you," I say, smiling and running my fingers through his thick brown hair.

"I do. I am very grateful." He says, in a way that makes me wish he were a little more confident in himself.

The men I come across in our swinging life tend to be men who enjoy slightly larger ladies like me. They are always polite and respectful but rarely are they as polite and needy as Lawrence.

"Lawrence?" I say, pulling my left leg up and to the side.

"Yes?" he says, looking up from between my thighs. I can only see the top half of his face above the line of my pussy.

"Fuck me."

"Really? Are you sure?" he says, his eyebrows raised.

"Stick it in me. I don't want to be made love to. I want you to fuck me."

"But Jane..."

"Just do it. Slide that dick in me." I say, pulling him up.

He hunches over me like he is about to slide it between my legs but he stops just before he slides it in.

"What's up?" I ask, looking up at him.

He doesn't say a word. His eyes are screwed shut. His lips are tight. What is he trying to avoid?

Semen shoots all over my pussy and tummy as he grips his cock. It spasms as it spills cum all over my pussy, making her look obscene.

"Oh. I see." I say, half laughing at the effect this all had on him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he says, standing up, slightly out of breath.

"Don't worry about it." I say, reaching over and tugging several tissues from the box on the table.

"I spoiled it, didn't I?"

"Of course not. I mean, I didn't get to cum. But you came." I say, closing my thighs and pulling a cushion over me, now that the moment has gone.

"I don't understand why I get so carried away." he says, leaning on his elbows from his chair.

"Maybe you're too nice?" I say, sitting up and leaning forward. "It's possible."

"Do you think?"

"Sure," I say, placing a hand on his knee. "There's a man in there. A red-blooded man who just wants to fuck and spread his seed in whatever pussy he can find. You bow and scrape and you're ever so grateful for every sniff of pussy."

Lawrence looks up.

"I mean it. Be that man. It sounds like your ex might have taken more than you think. You're a man. Be a man. Don't apologise for it. Own it."

He smiles and takes my hand in his.

"Now lets see if you can get that thing hard again. I'm not leaving without cumming and Tony will be back soon." I say, lifting my heavy breasts over the top of my PVC dress.

Lawrence stands up and steps over to where I sit, perched on his settee. I take his cock between my lips. It tastes delicious. It tastes of cum and sin.

It's hard again and he pushes my legs apart, nice and wide while he nudges my opening with the thick tip. It sinks inside and I feel his manhood invade my married fuck-hole. I lie back with my huge tits splayed above me, jiggling as he plunders me. His large hands hook through my high heels, holding my legs wide, making me vulnerable to his force.

He thrusts hard, mesmerised by his dick sliding in and out of my wet hole. I watch his expression as he fucks me. This is the man I wanted to see. He fuck me properly. He isn't grateful for scraps of attention or a whiff of pussy.

He fucks like he wants it. I find my clit. She's still slick with his cum from earlier.

I'm cumming on his dick in no time, as I pull him on top of me. I love skin-on-skin when I cum. I like to feel a man's broad shoulders when he rides me.

He stays hard the whole time. No premature cumming or floppy cock. He sticks with me to the end so I can finish too. And then smears my pussy with the tip. He slides it up and down my slit, letting me enjoy his thick cock.

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Driving home, Tony asks me how it went.

"Great," I say, as I tell him about the whole premature cumming thing. I wasn't going to but it was part of the meet and no doubt it will come up if we ever choose to meet Lawrence again.

I pull up Lawrence's profile on my phone to leave him a verification on his profile on the swinging site. He has already written one for us. It glows with praise for our meet.

I am pleased I helped Lawrence realise his worth as a virile man. There are so many men out there that see women in the wrong light. Once we've consented, most of us just want to be taken and ridden hard until we cream all over a lovely, big, hard dick!

Do you think I did the right thing helping Lawrence like that?

Maybe I should have left after he came too soon?

What do you think?