Once and again… Completing her night.I watched stoically as the young man’s body shudde
Once and again… Completing her night.I watched stoically as the young man’s body shuddered its last as he collapsed breathlessly among the ruined bed sheets. The stud’s earlier boasts, arrogant and sure, had been reduced to pitiful squeaks as the over-worked stub of his cock was forced to surrender the last thin drops of his cum. Thin drops that dripped down along my wife’s fingers as she continued pumping that bruised nub of flesh. She had warned him that she could never get enough, that he would eventually fall before her insatiable needs. But being young and strong and in his prime, he was arrogantly convinced that he would be fucking her middle-aged body to rags by the time he was through with her; that she would be begging him for mercy, her cunt fucked into a gaping ruin under the ultimate power of his hard, youthful prick. Now, hours later, I watched holding my breath as she rode his sweat-slicked belly, grinding down mercilessly on the shriveled head of his once mighty cock, desperately searching for yet another orgasm to the mewling cries of his tearful surrender.I smiled and reached for my bourbon, the ice clinking merrily along the sides of the tumbler. I adored watching my woman at play. My lioness devouring yet another willing victim. My goddess of love and lust draining the life out of yet another unbeliever along with the last drop of his cum and the last shreds of his once proud ego. My own pride was far greater. Pride in knowing that it was to me she returned to, whom she belonged to willingly. That it was to me she returned to each moment of her life to find more than simple satisfaction, but peace and warm serenity.She turned to me, her smile weary and ravenous at the same time, her sea-blue eyes bright with the feast, her shining body flushed crimson with her efforts. I smiled back. A smile of pride, yes. My thought one word. Mine. Yes, all mine. Wonderfully and impossibly mine.We played the same game each week. Once the chores of the day were past I would watch as she prepared herself for the evening to come. I helped her pick out her clothes for the evening. Something sexy which revealed just so much of her long, toned legs and shapely curves. Sitting there marveling at her breasts which hardly showed any notice of her years, still standing proudly and firm. The envy of women half of her age. If she had slight crow’s feet about her eyes or a brown spot her or there… I would never see them. She was my perfect, immortal goddess and there was nothing the universe could ever do that could possibly change that fact.We would arrive at the club together, taking our regular table and ordering our regular drinks. The DJ knew us and, with a smile, played our song soon enough; inviting us onto the crowded dance floor. She is a superb dancer, my woman. We dance slowly. Her body is warm, and she knows exactly what she is doing as she moves against me. Moving her hips and her legs just so, her sensuous eyes smoldering into my own. She is hypnotizing, alluring. She is sex personified. I cannot take my gaze from her. Neither can anyone else. Words are whispered by the jealous or spiteful. Whore. Slut. Bitch. But it is only because their men have noticed her, that she has drawn their eyes and their lust from the inferior women clinging to their arms.It is not long until she chooses one of them out of the crowd. He is young. Smug. Boastful. Assured of his own sexual power. Before long we are leaving. I get the car from the valet as they kiss and touch under the harsh light of the nightclub’s garish neon sign. The valet knows us well. He knows our game. He winks and smiles as I slip him a hundred as he hands me the keys to the BMW. I slide behind the wheel as my woman and her new lover climb into the back. In the rear-view mirror, I see his eyes on me, eyes filled with conceited pity. To him I am simply another middle-aged man who cannot possibly satisfy his slut of a wife, needing his own youthful cock to keep her happy. He does not bother to notice my amused grin as I pull off onto the dark ribbon of road, the lights of the city glittering around us like bright, fallen stars. I ignore them as they play, dancing sensually to the rhythm of the music rising from the dashboard.My goddess leads him to the guest room, never to our own bed which is sacred and ours alone. With boyish, clumsy words he tells her how hot she is, how hotly he is going to love fucking her hot cunt and fill her with his hot cum as she cries hotly for more. I take my place in the shadows, the leather of my chair making the briefest of whispers as I pour myself a drink, preparing myself for the show.The young bull does not surprise me. He is strong and violent. Master of all he surveys, he wants his cock sucked. He wants to fuck her hot mouth until she vomits his cum. He takes her by the hair as he stands god-like above her, his hips thrusting fiercely as he tells her what a hot slut she is and how is going to fuck her like her pathetic husband could never hope to do. I watch as he pulls her to the edge of the bed. He is rough and loves slapping her ass and breasts, loves watching them turn red as she yelps helplessly in pain. It feeds his ego. It makes him feel like a man. My wife squirms and shrieks and shudders as he slams himself in deep on the first thrust, as if expecting her to burst apart under his power. Her legs wrap around his hips, her nails biting into his arms as she urges him on, begging for more of his hard, young cock.I pour myself a second drink.He pounds into her without mercy. Thrusting harder and harder as the sweat begins to trail down his back and chest. The stud has cum hard, spraying her face and breasts with a heroic stream of potent seed. She wails for more. He fucks her hard from behind, pulling her hair back as if he wants nothing more than to snap her spine in half. She reaches back, her hell-red nails digging into the meat of his thighs and growls the word “Harder!” through clenched teeth as she drives her ass back along his shaft, matching each of his thrusts. I begin to see the fear in his eyes as he suddenly pulls his cock out of her body, crying out as yet another heavy blast of cum erupts. She wants it. She wants it all. Taking his cock between her lips she pumps his shaft, greedily taking every drop as he shakes and convulses helplessly under the teasing pleasure of her talented and experienced tongue.My woman gives the best of blow-jobs. Able to slowly draw out your moans and your cum as you lay defenseless, claiming your soul as her own. Her tongue knows just how to trace along the rim of your cock head and just when to flick upwards sending your mind reeling. She can send you into a relaxing, blissful coma as she sucks your balls between her pillow lips one by one; or she can make you convulse desperately as she takes every inch of you impossibly into her throat and forces you to surrender yet another load of cum as you cry out in tortured ecstasy. As she was doing now.The bed groans and the headboard slams violently into the wall as my goddess found her stride, mounting him and riding him hard, selfishly seeking her own pleasure. The stud tries to match her, tossing ragged thrusts up into her hungry body. She grips the headboard for support and I watch, my own cock rising hard, as her ass pounds up and down bruising his shuddering hips and urging yet another load of cum from his beleaguered cock. His hands slide up along her trim waist to her breasts, hoping to slow her by crushing her heavy tits with the last of his strength. She loves that, the feel of a man’s hands rough on her breasts, her nipples swelling darkly, her breath coming in pants. It makes her pussy even tighter, wetter, hotter. Too late he realizes his mistake as he feels the increased pressure along his burning shaft. Now it is her turn to be rough and she grabs his hair with both hands, forcing her breast into his mouth and orders him savagely to suck her tit as she continues grinding his cock to ashes beneath her.I know what is coming next. The loud slap across his face, her rage growing hot as he fails to fuck her hard enough or to please her swollen breasts, failing to give this goddess-turned-demoness the lust-filled, desperate orgasms she so craves, the ones that sate her soul and drive hot spikes of pleasure through her sex-mad brain. She screams, she shrieks, she curses loud enough to shake the fucking walls. She needs to be fucked God-dammit! She needs a thick, hard cock slamming into her starving cunt, forcing her to cry out as she forgets her own mortality and soars to that terrible place that makes Heaven and Hell blush in shame.The end is always the same. She has taken all he could give until there was nothing left but a sweat-drenched slab of bruised meat which lay quivering under her across the ruined sheets muttering in vain for mercy. I called my friend, the valet from the club. He knew the drill. Together we pour what is left of the young man into the backseat of a cab along with his clothes. I slip the cash out of his wallet before tossing it in after him, my contempt obvious. My friend gets as his bonus of a couple of hundred courtesy of his ride. He winks at me, shaking my hand before driving off into the night. No words are necessary. He knows he will see us again. I watch the car drive off into the night, a cruel smile on my lips.When I return to the bedroom my goddess is waiting for me. She is in need, her body fucked but unsatisfied. She needs me now as I need her. As the raging length of hard meat between my thighs needs her. Hungrily. Desperately. Eternally.I don’t just fuck her. I don’t just slam my cock into her hell-bent on my own pleasure. I am not some young stud eager to prove something to his own ego. It is her pleasure I chase. Her orgasms. Her throaty cries of bliss and agony. I don’t just grab her. I know where to grab her, how to grab her. I don’t just fuck her, I take her. I claim her as mine with each thrust, knowing from studied experience the rhythms and signs of her body, the cant of her panting breaths. When to give her more and when to give her less. When to feed her and when to starve her. When to sink my teeth and my rough fingers into her yielding flesh and remind her again who she is.Mine. My woman, my goddess, my slut, my whore, my angel, my dream, my slave, my cunt, my hot bitch, my most fervent desire, my very soul. This and so much more. More than can be expressed in mere words. She repeats after me. Knowing who she is. Glad of it. Giving herself to me with every fast, pounding beat of her heart and breathless wail. Each needful kiss, each touch is one of possession laying claim to our mutual conquest as the gods look on in envy.When I cum, I cum inside of her. Deep. Sure. She is cumming hard, shaking uncontrollably. Her bright blue eyes are rolling up into her skull, her body is crimson, her skin like satin fire along mine. She feels my seed flooding her womb. Marking her as mine in the most primal manner possible. Feeding her soul. She feels me shaking in her trembling arms, shattered, giving her what only she has ever been able to take from me. In that moment, just as we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled amid the sheets, she kisses me softly, proudly…… and reminds me who I am. -- source link