I have always liked mature gentlemen. They treat me better, their conversations are more interesting, and they have more of an air of mystery about them. But I never thought Paul would respond to me the way he did.
Paul is a 50 year-old VP in my company, ultimately my boss. He seemed conservative, married with a family, but even so I was attracted to him from the day we met. I flirted with him lightly, by text messages and in person, and he responded, but not eagerly. I’m half his age, petite and good-looking, so I figured he could not resist. He chatted about Paris and Rome, about classic cinema, about good food. I listened, and said we should go on a trip to Paris, just the two of us. He said it would be his dream. It was then, I knew he was interested in me.
Our flirting from then on got heavier, with more and more innuendo. He commented several times about how hot I was. I even went into his office a couple of times, where we kissed and embraced briefly.
I don’t remember how we finally got to it, but we agreed to meet in a hotel room in town one evening. He got the room and waited for me to show up. I had second thoughts about the meeting, thoughts of my own husband and family, but I was curious. How would it feel to make love to another man? How would Paul be in bed? Gentle, I thought. Maybe too gentle. And I wanted to feel like a bad girl.
After so much of my husband’s puppy love, and the good-girl image my in-laws and family had of me, I just needed a nice man who would give me a good fuck. I didn’t want anything rough or kinky, just a good jungle fuck.
I got my courage up and went to the hotel room. Paul received me with a long, passionate kiss and a tight embrace. “He’s a good kisser, at least”, I thought. He looked into my eyes and pressed his hard manhood on my belly, and I started to get turned on.
“I love the way your hair smells” he muttered, as he kissed my ears and neck and simultaneously caressed my back. I could feel his passion through his tongue in my mouth. His muscles were still strong and firm, I could feel as I caressed his chest.
He slid down my jeans and ran his hands over my butt, cupping both cheeks with his manly hands. He commented on my thong, on how firm I was, on how he wanted to get into my shaved, wet pussy. He made me feel special, wanted, so I resolved to give myself up to him completely.
I pulled down his pants and held his hard cock. It felt much bigger and thicker than my husband’s. Paul looked into my face as I stroked him. “My, my, you’ve got a big dick” I said. He smiled and kissed me gently as I stroked him. “It’s all yours baby” he responded.
He lifted me up and put me down on the bed, where he continued kissing me and grinding his cock against my thigh. Slowly, he moved down to kiss my neck, my breasts, and my belly. And then he kept moving down! Nobody had ever gone down on me before! Paul was about to be the first man to lick my pussy, on our first time together!
I got nervous and tried to hold his head to stop him, but he pushed my wrists aside firmly, and said “Just let yourself enjoy it, baby.” I was going to let this experienced lover do whatever he wanted. He was certainly not as conservative as he seemed.
He started licking my pussy, which was thrilling enough, but after a few moments he started sucking my clitoris. It was like HE was giving ME a blow job! The feeling was as powerful as anything I had ever felt before. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!" I came hard while he sucked my clit whole in his mouth, his tongue snaking all around it.
I grabbed the back of his head and shoved my pussy into his face as my body shook uncontrollably, but Paul didn’t seem to mind. He had just given me the most intense orgasm I had in years, and he just smiled at me from between my legs.
I looked down at his rock-hard erection and motioned to grab it, but he pushed my hand aside again, and said “I’m not done with you yet. I want to give you another orgasm before I fuck your brains out. I like the way you taste.”
“Wow”, I thought, “This is going to be a great evening.” The smooth dirty talk was great, and it kept me excited.
He talked briefly about how he liked my petite tight body, as he caressed my breasts. Then again, he put his head between my thighs. He licked my clit a few times, enough to make me shiver with pleasure. What he did next was something unexpected.
He sucked on his index finger until he got it wet with spit, then he rubbed my clit with it, bringing out my moans of pleasure. He stuck his finger inside me, and rubbed the inside of my vagina. I could feel his finger pressing inside my pussy, bringing me excruciating pleasure. Then he sucked on my clit again, and I exploded.
“Give me more baby! I love it! Eat my pussy! Make me come again! Oh, God, don’t stop!” I felt like such a slut! Here I was, having my pussy eaten out by my boss, and I loved it! I could hardly breathe as I came harder than ever before.