Most of my sexual adventures are at the hands of a strong, black man/master, specifically my prior master, Michael, and Marcus. I currently have a low-key affair with a man from my temple, but beyond that, black men have driven my submissive desires.
However, on a recent beach holiday at the Jersey Shore, I became a “cougar” and now understood why an older woman loves the dominance and energy of young men. More importantly, I understand why a handsome and strong young man loves sex with an older submissive woman.
Brian and Lyle are handsome and strong college students with attractive (and thin) girlfriends yet appreciate sex with us middle-aged women. Their girlfriends look wonderful hanging on their strong arms but, according to the boys, are sexually dull. They give oral sex, yet they treat this as a chore and not a sexual adventure or to satisfy their man. On the other hand, I personally love providing them with long passionate oral sex, letting them be dominant men.
Susan introduced me to the boys (young men) and I found that I enjoyed being their middle-aged slut. Susan had been their slut last Summer, so the boys knew her well. Susan was a past member of my temple and had a similar sexual therapy session with our previous Rabbi, as I had experienced, but had moved away and joined a different congregation,
I met Lyle for our second encounter a couple of days later, it was nice spending time with him in his bed. He shares a house with Brian and six other guys, all working at the shore. I could hear a few of them downstairs, but otherwise, we were alone.
Lyle is fifty percent Puerto Rican, and fifty percent Italian, a strong combination. Dominant, passionate, and a dark tan as well, smart and handsome too. I saw him on the boardwalk after we were intimate a few days ago with his model-line girlfriend, yet he lit up when he saw me, and my husband. I texted him and shortly after, he undressed me in his room. He was a skilled lover, feeling and touching my naked body, caressing my breasts, and exploring my pussy with his fingers and lips. I experienced my first strong orgasm, as he made me stand in front of him licking my pussy, my legs apart. I wanted to lay on his bed, but he wanted to sexually torture me and yet, I loved every moment.
I asked him if he pleasured his girlfriend this way, to which he replied no, she just wants to cuddle. Too bad, I thought, and figured someday she will realize how good this man was, but for now, this experience was all mine. My legs quivered as he guided me to my knees. I wanted to reward him for giving me this absolute pleasure as I settled in to give his cock all my attention.
His strong hands were on my head, mine on his shaft and balls, I began to slowly lick his shaft up and back down, kissing his full balls and then back up to his engorged cock head, large and smooth. I swirled my tongue around his cock head until I heard him groan, his hands tightened around the back of my head, and I took him fully into my warm, wet mouth. His moan increased and I felt pride and pleasure at giving this young man something his girlfriend would not do.
He forced his large cock deep into my mouth, and I suppressed a gag. I remembered when Michael took my mouth deep with his enormous cock. It took weeks of giving him oral sex until I learned to relax my neck and throat. Michael’s cock was larger than Lyle, so I was able to easily take Lyle’s cock deep into my mouth. I looked up as Lyle forced it back deep into my mouth, and he was impressed. I would have smiled if not for his cock stuffed deep into my mouth. He closed his eyes and began to pump my mouth, faster and faster, dominating me, using me.
His hips were gyrating, and I sensed his strong legs were weakening, my mouth became tired, and I began to moan and gag. I wanted him to come in my mouth, but he sensed I was getting tired and slipped his cock out of my mouth. He then lifted me and carried me to his bed. I was his willing slave.
He laid me on my back, and we began to kiss passionately, and then worked his way down my body, kissing and nibbling my breasts and erect nipples, belly, and skipped past my wet pussy and kissed my inner thighs. I sensed he was going to lick my pussy again, my “antica-passion” running high. My body gyrated on his hard bed as his wet tongue flicked across my pussy lips, I exploded in a strong orgasm.
He lifted himself up quickly and plunged his anxious cock deep into my hungry pussy.
He fucked me hard, holding me down on the bed while his hips gyrated, his cock moving deep into my body. He was in a sexual frenzy pounding my body hard until I felt him stiffen, his moans grew loud, and he came strong.
I wondered if the guys heard us downstairs, they must have. I let out a loud moan myself and pulled his body close as his seed spurted into my welcoming body. I felt his body relax and as he pulled out, I was surprised to see his cock was still hard.
I rolled him on his back and took his wet cock back in my mouth, tasting his seed and my own juices, an erotic blend. His hands reached for my head, but his grip was weak, I felt I was now in control.
I pleasured his shaft, balls, and cock head for a long while, licking and enjoying him slowly. His eyes were closed, he clearly enjoyed my oral skills. Then he regained his strength, I could feel his hands grip my head tighter and he began to buck and gyrate, Lyle was back in control and using my mouth for his pleasure again. I willingly yielded control and allowed him to take what was his, and my reward was a strong flow of his tasty come.
We collapsed and fell into each other’s arms, snuggling. His aftercare was magnificent, where did he learn this caring skill, I wondered. Most men miss this nuance, but I have found black masters know this was vital to their sluts/slaves. Michael introduced me to this concept, after his strong dominant usage. His aftercare told me that I was appreciated, and Lyle seemed to understand this.
I found myself jealous of his girlfriend’s thin body and long blonde hair, yet I knew sexually, I was wiser and that my middle-aged body was stronger. Lyle was truly the lucky one.
It was in this quiet moment that I could hear the TV downstairs and a few of Lyle’s roommates. Susan shared with me that she was sexual with the other boys at a wild group party last year. That night I dreamed of the other young men, but for now, I was happy enough just pleasing Lyle.
