The drive was uneventful; the usual roadworks abounded along a well-worn route, and being stuck behind the tractor was not an uncommon thing either. Would today be a better-than-normal Sunday? I doubted it; it had not been an exciting day, Sunday or otherwise, for many months, or is that years?
Where is this preamble going, my reader asks? I have no idea either!
I digress. I was driving, taking the car out for a much-needed blast. It had barely reached sixth gear in recent weeks, and I needed to get away for a few hours; this was a suitable time to try and reach sixth! After the roadworks and tractor, I hit the dual carriageway, went through all the gears, and enjoyed the steady speed I had achieved. I am not a speed freak; I can enjoy more speed on my motorcycle, but I just needed to give the car’s engine a bit of a holiday from its mundane trips around the block, etc.
I had not planned on where I was heading, just pointed it in a direction and went. However, I was heading towards a familiar area. A thought struck me, and I drove down familiar roads and headed into the apartment car park. I say familiar, I had never actually been here, but Google Maps had given me the feeling of driving here.
I had researched the route to Vivian’s place while we had been chatting, ok, sexting, online. We had discussed meeting up and spending some quality fucking time, but sadly, it had never happened. So why not try today, I thought, nothing ventured.
Our chats were great – I thought so anyway – texting and wanking (not easy). I had gotten off many times with Viv, and she said she had too. The pictures we had shared of each other added to the excitement. Why not put some of her chats into practice?
Would Vivian even be at home – or alone? Her daughter lived with her, so maybe it would be a nothing day after all – but fortune favours the brave, so be brave!
I parked and walked over to the building. A ground-floor entrance area with several flat doors greeted me. I knocked on door number 4 and breathed deeply. A short while later, the door opened, and there in the (clothed) flesh stood Vivian.
“Sir,” she cried in a mixture of surprise and, did I catch an element of desire?
“Good afternoon, Viv,” I said, “I was in the area and thought I would drop by on the off chance.”
“Come in, please, sir,” she said.
“Are you sure I do not want to interrupt if you were doing something?” I said
“No, Sir – you are most welcome and wanted.”
“Wanted you say?”
“Oh, yes, sir, very much so.”
I closed the door behind me and faced Vivian. “Good to know,” I said.
“Strip!” I ordered
“Slowly,” I added.
Vivian duly proceeded to remove her clothes, slowly as I had commanded. I commented that it pleased me to watch her do so, and she thanked me. After a while, she stood before me naked, her tits were sagging, and there were folds in her belly – but she was mine. Mine to do with as I saw fit.
“Now sit on the sofa and pull my fat cunt wide and play with yourself,” I commanded.
Vivian did so; she sat with her legs wide open, pulling her cunt wide with one hand and plunging three fingers inside with the other. I sat in the chair opposite and enjoyed the spectacle, feeling my cock getting hard.
I allowed her to play for about 5 minutes, and the expression on her face told me she was enjoying it and was close to orgasm. I ordered her to desist. She half lay on the sofa by now and was breathing a little hard. I wanted her, but I also wanted her to have some degradation and humiliation. I knew what she liked; our sexting sessions had shown me that. What shall I order her to do now?
It was almost a rhetorical question to myself, I had many ideas and some we would play out, some I would keep for another time, if there will be another time, I am sure there will be. The tap has been turned on, time to keep it flowing!
“Crawl to the bedroom and get your toys.”
Vivian crawled, her tits were swaying as she did my bidding, as she passed my I slapped her arse cheek hard. “Get a move on!”
Her pace quickened, she duly returned to me, carrying – like a dog – her dildo in her mouth. In her right hand, she had a bullet vibrator, and, in her left, a butt plug.
“Good, my fuckpig, get back on the sofa,” as she crawled past, I slapped her arse again.
“Put your plug in.” Viv lay down and slowly pushed the plug into its new home. “Now get the vibro and press it against your plug.” Viv duly did so; I could hear the buzz. “Did I say you could turn the vibro on!” I raised my voice in surprise.
“Oh, I am sorry, sir! “Came a weak response. “Forgive me”
“Turn it off. I will tell you when you can turn it on,” I replied.
Viv turned it off, and I was happy with her sullen expression.
“Forget the vibro. Fuck your cunt with the dildo.” Viv’s eyes brightened as she did my bidding. I sat watching the dildo gliding in and out of her. She pushed it in up to the hilt, and when it came out, there was a soft ‘plopping’ sound. She was horny as hell, and I was too.
It seemed that Sunday was turning out well.
After a while, Viv was again close to orgasm. I made her stop using the dildo and said she could use the Vibro against her plug, and I allowed her to turn it on this time. I also said that she could cum. The effect on her was as expected. Viv started to convulse in orgasm shortly after, moaning and bucking as the vibro vibrated against her butt plug.
“Thank you, sir,” Viv said when her orgasm subsided.
I stood up from the chair, walked over to Viv, and kissed her. With my left hand, I picked up the dildo and teased the end of it against her clit. Viv responded hard to my kiss; she pawed at my clothes to remove them, but I pushed her hands away. I let the dildo drop between her thighs, then walked back to my seat. I did not sit down but bade her forward to me with a gesture.
“You may undress me,” I said.
Viv stood up, came towards me, tits swinging, and started to undress me. I helped with my T-shirt, lifting my arms to facilitate. Then she unbuckled my belt and unzipped me, pushed down my jeans, and I stepped out of them. She reached for my shorts, and I slapped her hand away.
“Not yet,” I said.
I sat down in the chair and removed my socks. “Now you may continue.”
Viv knelt and pulled on the hem of my shorts. I eased my hips up to help.
My cock was hard and standing to attention after being released.
Viv reached for it, but I told her no.
“Tit-fuck me,” I said.
I pulled out my phone and started filming the action, something I had forgotten to do while she was playing with herself. There may (hope) be other opportunities.
Viv placed her sagging tits around my cock and proceeded to tit-fuck me. It was good – she squeezed her tits around my cock, rubbing them up and down the shaft.
“You can suck me now.”
Viv lowered her head and kissed the tip of my cock, then slowly, my cock disappeared into her mouth. I pushed my hips upward and pressed down on her head; she gagged, and I let her up only after a while.
Viv recovered and continued sucking me, both of us enjoying it. The phone was shaking a little as I filmed. While Viv continued sucking, I paused filming and reached forward to slap her arse, not easy, but I managed to, I kept slapping till I felt myself near to cumming. Then I sat back and continued filming. Within a few minutes, I felt myself cum. Boy, did it feel good.
Viv raised her head after a few moments and thanked me. Her arse was a little red from my slaps, but not much. This needed to be rectified.
I stopped filming and put down my phone. We could re- watch later or another time.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
Viv duly shuffled around her arse, facing me. I slapped her arse; she yelped in surprise. I did it repeatedly. Now her arse was red and angry-looking.
“Get on the sofa, I will come and sit with you,” I said.
Viv crawled over and sat down, sat beside her. I started to pull on her nipples in turn. A soft moan left her lips.
“Let us watch our highlights,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” came her reply.
I found the video of her tit-fucking and sucking me off, and we watched it together. I thought about casting it to the TV, but I could not be bothered. (Yes, for a 64-year-old, I am reasonably tech savvy!)
I parted Viv’s legs and played with her clit whilst we watched, and I allowed her to play with my stiffening cock.
I found the dildo and started to fuck her with it – her cunt was well lubricated, and it slipped in well.
When the video had finished, I ordered her down to the floor on all fours again.
I positioned myself behind and forced my cock into her wet cunt. Before she had finished moving into position, she nearly faceplanted the floor but recovered and squealed in delight.
I rode her slowly – my cock was sliding in smoothly – slapping her arse once or twice as I did so.
I increased my speed a little to a steady rhythm, thrusting in, slapping her arse, pulling out, slapping her arse. Alternating hands with each stroke.
I pulled out her butt plug – rather quickly, it seemed, from her surprised squeal!
With her, but free instead of slapping her, I fingered her hole. Viv was enjoying being fucked in both holes.
I continued for a while fucking and fingering her holes. I decided to change it up. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and pushed it into her arse, pushing hard till I could go no further and held it there. Then, after a short while started fucking her arse.
With difficulty, I reached around and grabbed the dildo and vibro. I started fucking her cunt with the dildo as my cock pounded her arse. faster, I plunged the dildo in and out of her as my cock was pounding her arse. I thought about the vibro as well but as I was close to cumming I just continued as I was.
Viv screamed as she came, and I came also. Viv collapsed a bit onto the floor with my cock still wedged in her arse. I lay on top of her, breathing hard, my softening cock slowly slipped out of her. The dildo was half inside her.
“Thank you, sir,” she weakly said.
I rolled off her and sat back on the sofa – I bade her join me, and we sat together catching our breath.
“Tea, I think, is needed,” I said after a while. Viv got up her tits swinging and made us both a cuppa. She gave me a mug of tea, and we sat together chatting and drinking our tea.
Not a bad end to a usual Sunday?
I meant the tea.
