I am forty-five years old and I can’t get enough sex. It started when I was sixteen; I would masturbate several times a day.
One Saturday I decided to go hang out at the mall. I was bored and there was nothing to do. I walked around for some time and then decided to get something to eat. I went to the food court and grabbed some pizza. As I sat there eating, I noticed that a man kept staring at me. He was dressed very nicely to be at the mall.
I finished my pizza and went outside to have a smoke. I was startled when someone came up behind me. It was that same nicely dressed man. He asked if I had any plans for the evening; of course, I didn’t. He wanted to take me to dinner. I thought it was a really nice gesture so I agreed to go with him.
We walked out to the parking lot and he opened the door to a 1967 Pontiac GTO; just seeing that car got my juices flowing. It was beautiful, a flat black with chrome.
He drove about an hour to a really nice restaurant and pulled up out front, where the valet opened my door. He walked around that beautiful car and held out his arm for me to take. As we entered the restaurant people were watching; he spoke briefly to a few of them.
We were seated at a table in the corner away from everyone else. There was already a chilled bottle of wine sitting there. The waiter opened it and poured us a drink.
I realized I went with this man and didn’t even get his name. When I asked him, a devious little smirk formed on his lips. His eyes pierced my soul.
He said, "For now, you can call me Sir."
I asked if he would like to know what my name was.
He said, "No, I will just call you my pet for the time being."
We sat and ate as we talked. The more we talked, the wetter I could feel myself become.
I didn’t really know anything about this man, but I wanted him so badly.
He leaned in close to me from across the table and whispered, "Give me your panties, my pet."
I didn’t hesitate. I looked around to make sure no one could see me. I slipped them off from under my skirt and handed them to him.
He could feel they were damp from wanting him.
He stood up, walked around the table and sat next to me. His hand, so firm and warm as he set it on my thigh.
I picked up my glass and quickly drank my wine. His hand softly caressed my leg. His fingers barely grazed my shaven pussy. It had felt as though I was in a dream. I wanted him to fuck me right there.
His hand slid slowly across my pussy, his fingers finding my clit. I was breathing heavier, moaning softly.
He looked over to me and said, "No noise now, my pet."
I leaned back against my seat. His fingers ran circles around my clit. It took all I had not to make any noise. I was on the brink of an orgasm when he stopped. I saw that devious smirk again.
He stood up and waved the waiter down. The seat was damp from my juices. I situated my skirt and stood up next to him. He paid the bill; I took his arm as we walked out of the restaurant. His car was waiting out front already. He didn’t say anything as we got in.
He drove for about forty-five minutes, then pulled into a driveway of a beautiful cabin. I thought to myself, Now I can finally fuck him and curb my appetite. He opened the door and I walked in. It was simple but so pretty with all the wood.
He gestured for me to go sit on the sofa. He walked over to the bar and poured us a drink. He sat down next to me and handed me a glass. I took a sip and set it on the table. I didn’t want to waste any time. I started to undo the buttons on my top. He stopped me.
He set his glass down and took hold of my arm. He guided me to the middle of the room. He placed my arms down at my sides.
I had no clue what he had in mind, but my body needed to be played with. I needed to be fucked. Slowly he walked around me. Every time I moved my arms from my sides, he would put them back. He stood behind me; his hands reached around to unbutton my shirt. I tried to reach behind me; I wanted to feel his cock. He slapped my hand and walked into another room.
I was confused and a little aroused. He walked back in with some rope. He removed my shirt and took the rope to tie my wrists to my thighs. I couldn’t move my arms at all now. He stood before me; that look he had on his face drove me wild. I really wanted him. He reached out and pinched my nipples, softly at first, then harder. His hands ran down my body; my skirt was still on. He pushed it out of his way. I could feel his finger slide between my lips. My pussy was extremely wet at this point. I just wanted to get off. He slid two fingers deep inside me; he used his other hand to rub my clit.