Alexander

We arrived at Alexander's house. This was my second visit. The first time was just a week ago and, on that occasion, he'd showed me how much he liked older women and, to be fair, I'd shown him how much I wanted a younger man. This time, though, I knew a little more about what he liked and was in no doubt about the pleasure his young, hard body was going to give me.
We went into his bedroom. I put my glass of wine down on the bedside cabinet. I turned my back to him and felt his warm breath on my neck, as he reached around my front, brushing his hands against my breasts as he delicately unbuttoned my blouse. Slipping it off my shoulders, I turned to face him and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Standing there, smiling at him, I unzipped my skirt and let it slip to the floor. As I stepped out of it, he whistled, taking in the view. I was wearing sheer pink panties and stockings. All he could muster was a muffled "wow". I dropped my hands to the waistband of my knickers and parted the thin fabric to show they were crotchless. I sat on the edge of the bed and, turning to him, said, "Strip, NOW !"
I lay on the bed and, with my hands clasped behind my head, watched as he slowly took every stitch off. His cock, already stiff, sprang to attention, as he removed the last item he was wearing. Oh, that lovely hard bum.
He joined me on the bed, his hands heading straight between my legs. I grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Kneel", I ordered. He did exactly as he was told. I knelt in front of him and put my arms around him. As we kissed, I pushed him back, so he was sat on his haunches. I was still up on my knees, making me slightly taller than him. I grabbed his cock and pushed the tip towards the opening of my pants. He automatically knew what I wanted to do and , placing those wonderful, strong hands under my bum cheeks lifted me slightly, before lowering me gently, his cock disappearing into my wet pussy.
I sat there, motionless, clasping my hands behind his head, pushing his face into my bra. I was amazed when he reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra without any fumbling whatsoever. How many men can do that ? I rocked myself gently as he removed my bra and threw it away. My tits were pressed into his face now. God, how he loved them. He already knew my nipples were ultra-sensitive, particularly, for some strange reason, my left one. On several previous occasions, I've actually come, quite hard, when it's been licked. He reached to the bedside cabinet and, picking up my wine glass, poured the wine down my chest. My body shook as it trickled down my tits, onto my belly. I jiggled my wet breasts as he licked them. "Thirsty work, is it", I laughed. Remembering what I'd told him, he cupped my left tit and literally sucked on the nipple, as I writhed away, his cock stretching my pussy in all directions. Our bodies touching, I stroked his back as he did the same to me. I got a sudden urge and dug my nails into his back. He did the same to me and my back involuntarily arched with the sensual pain. I dug my nails deeper and he gritted his teeth and dug his deeper into me. I bit his shoulder making him shudder. He suddenly grabbed my bum cheeks with those powerful hands and started lifting me up and down, his cock fully out then fully back in my sopping pussy. I dug my nails into his shoulders, to stop myself being thrown off him, as he fucked me ever so roughly. Then he slowed. I sat on his cock, barely moving, leaning backwards as I gripped my hands behind his neck, my head looking towards the ceiling, my mouth gaping wide.
He moved his hands from under my bum cheeks and started to flick my nipples with his fingers. Then, suddenly, SLAP. He slapped the side of my left tit with the palm of his hand. I let out a loud gasp and put my hands behind my head, thrusting my tits forward. SLAP, he hit the other one. Again, and again, he slapped my breasts in turn, each blow causing me to gasp with pleasure. Then, seeing the smile on his face, I swung my arm wide and slapped the side of his face. His smile broadened as I slapped him again and again, as he grabbed my tits and pulled them hard.
The next thing I felt were his hands back gripping my bum cheeks, prizing them apart, as he lifted me up and down fucking me stupid. Then, that awesome moment. My cunt was on fire. I wrestled myself free, pushed him onto his back and straddled his chest, my cunt next to his face. Fingering myself like mad, I squirted all over his face before falling face down on the bed, his tongue lapping away in my pussy.
We lay there quite breathless, both knowing that the afternoon was not over...................................in fact, it had only just begun.