An unknown spark between us when we chanced to meet in the lobby led us both into my bedroom. A little kiss after, you confessed that you never dreamt of exploring an eighteen-year-old after reaching your mid-fifties. Smiling, I was getting ready to feast you on my naked youthful exuberance. You said you hadn’t been the master in bed you were earlier. You cautioned it may be more of a “slam bam thank you ma’am.”
I stopped at that and winked at you, saying, “Need a lordosis, hun?“
The bass thrums through the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and something far more primal—your arousal, Mark.
You’ve stripped bare like the good boy you are, your skin flushed as you settle into the chair, the cool leather molding to your back. A press of the remote, and the restraints hum to life, locking your wrists and ankles in place, your cock already stiffening at that delicious 45-degree angle, just begging for attention. You whimper as the bonds tighten, your breath hitching—oh, you love this, don’t you? The way your chest rises and falls, the way your thighs tremble just a little. Such an eager little pet.
I don’t rush. No, I let the music pulse through me first, my hips rolling to the rhythm as I step closer, my tousled dark blonde waves spilling over your face like a curtain. You inhale sharply, your nostrils flaring; you can smell me, can’t you? The faint sweat, the perfume clinging to my skin, and the musk of my arousal were already dampening the silk between my thighs. My hair drags over your lips, and my scarf falls down to your cheek, then lower till the softness teases the head of your cock. You jerk against the restraints, a desperate sound clawing up your throat, but I just smirk and turn away, letting my hair whisper over your shaft before I sway out of reach.
“Patience,” my gaze says as I meet your eyes in the mirror across the room. You’re drowning in need, and we’ve only just begun.
Turning my back to you, my fingers trail down my sternum, unbuttoning my blouse one slow inch at a time, revealing the swell of my breasts, the lace of my bra clinging to my swollen nipples. Your eyes are glued to my soft skin, but you don’t see me step out of my skirt, don’t notice the way my G-string hugs the curve of my ass as I start coming backwards to you, bending just enough to let the fabric slip between my cheeks.
The only sound in the room was the soft rustle of fabric and the faint creak of the chair as it bore the weight of its restrained occupant.
I started moving, my bare feet silent against the plush carpet as I stepped into the circle of light. The lace of my G-string clung to the curve of my hips, the delicate fabric doing little to conceal the deep dip of my lower back, the natural arch of my spine exaggerated just enough to make it impossible for you to look away. The front-open bra I wore was little more than two strips of black satin, barely containing the swell of my breasts, the deep cleavage a temptation you couldn’t reach. Your wrists were bound behind the chair, the rough rope biting into your skin every time you shifted, a reminder of how little control you had here.
I didn’t turn to face you. Not yet.
Instead, I began to sway, my hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, the motion making the lace ride up just enough to tease the shadowed cleft between my cheeks. The muscles in my back flexed with each movement, the play of light and shadow accentuating the way my waist tapered before flaring out again. I knew you were watching. I could feel your gaze like a physical touch, hot and heavy, tracing the path my hands took as they slid up my sides, fingers splaying over my ribs before dragging down again.
The chair groaned as you leaned forward as much as the bonds would allow, your breath hitching when my ass brushed against the stiff length of you. You were already hard, the thick outline of your cock straining and exposed, twitching, and there was nothing to hide how badly you wanted me. I smirked, rolling my hips back again, this time with more purpose, letting the soft globes of my ass press into you before pulling away just as you tried to chase the contact. Your breath came faster, shallow pants that ghosted over the exposed skin of my shoulders as I leaned down, my back arching deeper, the bra dangling just above your face.
“Fuck,” you muttered, the word rough, desperate. Your teeth grazed the satin edge of my bra, tongue darting out to taste the salt of my skin where the fabric didn’t quite cover. I hummed, a low, approving sound, and shifted just enough to let the back of the bra drag against your lips. You groaned, the vibration of it making me shiver, my nipples tightening against the confines of the satin. Your cock twitched, the head already damp with precome, as it pressed against the swell of my ass.
I reached up, fingers threading through my own hair before I tilted my head back, the movement pushing my shoulders closer to your face. Your breath was hot now and ragged, your lips parting as you tried to catch the strap of my bra between your teeth. I let you struggle for a second, watching from the corner of my eye as your jaw clenched, the corded muscles of your neck standing out with the effort. Then, with a slow, deliberate shift, I let the fabric slip just enough for you to get a proper grip.
Your teeth closed around the thin strap, a growl rumbling in your chest as you tugged, the motion pulling me back against you again. This time, there was no mistaking the way your cock jerked, the thick length sliding between my ass cheeks, and the heat of you searing even through the string between my cheeks and over my slit. I bit my lip, stifling a moan, my thighs pressing together as a pulse of your arousal shot through me. The lace of my G-string was damp now, the fabric clinging to my folds, the cool air doing nothing to ease the heat building between my legs.
I arched harder, tilting my shoulders just so, the movement making my ass grind down against you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a broken sound tearing from your throat as the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you. I could feel you throbbing, the ridge of your cock dragging against me, and the wetness of your arousal soaking through to my skin. Your teeth still clung to my bra, your breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, your entire body coiled tight with need.
Then, in one swift motion, I reached between my breasts and unhooked the front clasp.
The satin gave way with a sharp snap, the elastic recoiling with enough force to whip against your face. You hissed, more in surprise than pain, but the sudden sting was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Your cock pulsed violently, the first spurt of cum shooting out with enough force to land on the tip of your nose, thick and hot, dripping down over your upper lip. Another followed almost immediately, this one hitting your chest, the pearly white streaking over your collarbone before sliding down to your left nipple, the wetness making the dark hair there cling to your skin.
I swiftly moved away before you could register what was happening, my hips swaying as I stepped just out of reach. Your entire body jerked with the force of your orgasm, your cock still twitching, another weak spurt of cum painting a stripe over your abs. Your chest heaved, your breath coming in ragged, disbelieving gasps, your eyes wide and dazed as you stared down at the mess you had made.
“Did you—” your voice was rough, hoarse, your throat raw from the force of your release. You blinked, trying to clear your vision, but the world still swam, the aftershocks of pleasure leaving you lightheaded. “Fuck, I didn’t even—”
Undeterred, I turned then, just enough for you to see the smug curve of my lips and the way my dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. The bra dangled from one hand, the lace of my G-string still clinging to my hips, the damp spot between my thighs impossible to miss. I trailed a finger along the edge of the chair, watching as your cock finally began to soften, the last of your cum dripping onto your thigh.
“No,” I purred, my voice a dark, velvety whisper. “You didn’t.” I didn’t stop teasing you. I let go of my last garment on my body.
The moment my fingers released the flimsy lace of my G-string, I felt the cool air rush against my already slick folds, sending a shiver down my spine. My thighs, still trembling from the last round, stretched wide as I hooked my legs around your waist, pulling you closer. Your breath hitched—not because of how wet I was, but because your gaze was locked onto my tits like a starving man. And fuck, did I love that look.
My 36Ds swayed with every shift of my body, heavy and full, the weight of them making my back arch just enough to push them forward. I rolled my shoulders, letting them bounce, watching your cock again getting alive and twitching between us. You were not even inside me yet, but the way your eyes darkened, the way your fingers flexed against my hips—oh, you were hard again. Just like that.
“You like these, don’t you?” I winked, dragging my nails down my sternum before cupping my breasts, lifting them slightly. Your throat worked, but you didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. The thick, veiny length of you pressing against my stomach said enough.
My velvety Venus on its own guided you to my entrance, slow and teasing. Your tip slid through my folds, gathering my wetness, and when I finally sank onto you, not sure if you noticed, but I felt I heard a sigh that turned me to a moan. You filled me perfectly, stretching me just right, but your attention? Still glued to my tits. Your hands were desperately trying to come out of bonding to grab my waist, but your eyes never left my nipples—pink, swollen, and appearing to be begging for your mouth.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” I breathed, squeezing my breasts together, watching your jaw clench. The pressure of my palms made my cleavage deepen, the soft flesh spilling over my fingers. You groaned, your hips trying to jerk upward, driving yourself deeper. I gasped, my nails digging into my own skin as pleasure coiled tight in my belly.
You were deeper inside me, but it was like you were fucking my tits instead. Every movement of me playing with my tits enabled you to thrust as your gaze devoured them. Your breath came faster when I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I could feel you indicating by your swelling inside me, your cock pulsing with every squeeze of my breasts.
“That’s it,” I murmured, releasing one hand to pull my left tit closer to your mouth. “You want this, don’t you?” Your answer was a guttural sound, your lips parting as I brushed my nipple against them. The second you took it between your teeth, I whimpered, my pussy clenching around you. Your tongue was hot, your suction just shy of painful, and fuck if it didn’t make me drip.
I could feel it—the way your cock jerked inside me, the way your hips stuttered. You were close? Too close. And I wasn’t done with you yet, though.
With a smirk, I pulled back, my nipple popping free from your mouth with a wet sound. Your protest was cut short when I stood up, your cock slipping out of me with a lewd squelch. Then you noticed in disbelief you were still hard, still throbbing, and the second the cool air hit you, you spasmed, ropes of cum shooting across my thighs and my stomach, one thick strand landing right between my tits.
Your eyes widened, your breath ragged as you stared—first at your cock, still twitching, then at the mess you made on me. But what really got you? The way your cum started to drip out of my used pussy, thick and white against my glistening folds.
“Fuck,” you choked out, your cock somehow hardening again as you watched. I reached down, dragging my fingers through the cum sliding down my thigh, then brought them to my mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate flick of my tongue.
“Still got more in you, don’t you?” I taunted, squeezing my breasts together, letting your cum glisten between them. Your answer was a desperate groan; your body was tied as you watched me—your cum leaking out of me, my tits on full display, my lips parted in a smirk.
And just like that, I knew I had you right where I wanted you. Again.
Your eyes burned into me, dark with hunger, tracking every slow, deliberate movement as I dragged my fingertips through the mess you had made of me. But that wasn’t enough. Not nearly.
I let my breasts sway as I stepped closer, the weight of them heavy in my palms, my nipples still stiff from your teeth. Your breath hitched when I rolled them between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make my back arch, my hips tilting forward in an instinctive offer. “Still so hard,” I murmured, my voice a purr, my gaze locked on the way your cock jerked at the sound. “And all for me.” I didn’t wait for an answer. I never did. Instead, I turned, letting my ass brush against the edge of the bed as I crawled onto it, my movements slow and deliberate—a tease, a “lordosis” for you.
You wanted more and mentioned you were interested in my 34” rounds dancing with my lordosis. I blew a kiss and responded that I was waiting for a deeper anal penetration.
The sheets were cool beneath my knees, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and you. I could feel your eyes on me, tracing the dip of my waist, the flare of my hips, and the way my pussy lips parted just slightly as I settled onto my hands and knees.
Then I arched.
God, the way my spine curved, the way my ass lifted, round and trembling—it was obscene. I knew it. You knew it. The groan that tore from your throat was all the confirmation I needed. My breasts hung heavy beneath me, swaying with every shift of my body, my nipples dragging against the sheets. I bit my lip, my fingers digging into the mattress as I pushed my ass higher, spreading my thighs just enough to let you see how wet I still was, with how my hole fluttered, begging to be filled again. “You want this, don’t you?” I taunted, glancing back at you over my shoulder. Your cock was a dark red now, veins throbbing, the tip still leaking. “Want to see how deep you can go?”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.
I reached for the remote on the nightstand, my fingers brushing against the cool plastic before I clicked it. The sound was barely a whisper—a soft click—but the effect was immediate. The bandages around your body loosened, slithering away like snakes retreating. You were free. And for the first time since I’d had you tied down, I saw the raw, unchecked hunger in your eyes as you walked towards me.
My lordosis was letting my body sway in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, a private dance meant for an audience only for you. My back was arched, presenting the generous curves of my buttocks, which parted with each subtle shift of my hips, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the tight, shadowed cleft between them. The movement was deliberate, a silent invitation spoken in the language of the body. I could feel your presence before I saw you near me, a change in the atmosphere, a heat that prickled my skin.
You approached the bed, your gaze fixed on the mesmerizing sight before you. The way my cheeks separated with my lordosis revealed the delicate, puckered entrance of my ass, a small, dark cave promising profound intimacy. You watched, your breath catching in your throat, as I turned my head just enough to catch your eye over my shoulder. A slow, deliberate wink confirmed what my body had already been waiting for. The message was clear, a challenge and a welcome all at once. Your own body responded instantly, blood rushing south to swell your cock to a rigid, aching hardness. You saw the raw desire mirrored in my eyes, a hunger that matched your own.
Without a word, you moved onto the bed, kneeling behind me. The mattress dipped under your weight, bringing our bodies into close proximity. You could feel the warmth radiating from my skin. Reaching back, I placed my hands on my ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I pulled my cheeks apart, fully exposing myself to you. The gesture was one of complete trust and utter surrender. You wanted your mark on my round cheeks; you were great at soft biting and painting your multiple marks on my buttocks. Then you were there, positioning your thick, throbbing head at my tight entrance, the tip already slick with prior cum. You pushed forward slowly, just head in, feeling the initial resistance of my tight ring of muscle. You entered me, but only halfway, the tightness a glorious, velvet vise that gripped you, preventing you from going any deeper just yet. A soft gasp escaped my lips at the partial penetration.
The feeling of being only partially sheathed was an exquisite wait for the next one. You needed more. You needed to be fully enveloped by my warmth. Reaching forward, your fingers tangled in the thick mass of my hair, gripping it firmly but not cruelly. You pulled my head back, forcing my back to arch even more sharply. The shift in angle was all you needed. With a guttural groan, you plunged deeper, your cock sinking into me until your hips were flush against the soft curves of my ass. A jolt of pure ecstasy shot through you as you bottomed out inside me, the sensation of being completely buried in my tight heat overwhelming your senses. You held yourself there for a moment, savoring the feeling of total possession.
Then, you began to move. You started to pump into me with a steady, powerful rhythm, your hips rocking back and forth. With every deep thrust, your heavy, full balls swung forward, slapping against the wet, sensitive entrance of my pussy. The wet, smacking sounds filled the quiet room, a percussive beat to our shared passion. My head was pulled back, the line of my throat exposed and vulnerable. Leaning over me, you lowered your mouth to my neck, your lips and teeth grazing my skin. You didn’t bite hard enough to break the skin but left a trail of soft, possessive bite marks, a constellation of reddening imprints that claimed me as yours.
Your other hand, however, was not idle. It slid down the slick curve of my stomach, your fingers moving with a mischievous, knowing purpose. You found the swollen, sensitive nub of my clit, already slick with my arousal. Your fingers began to dance around it, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with light, feather-like touches that made my whole body tremble. A low moan escaped my lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that spurred you on. As my moans grew louder, you slid three of your fingers down, parting the slick folds of my pussy and plunging them deep inside me.
The double penetration, your thick cock filling my ass while your skilled fingers stretched and stroked my pussy, was my undoing. The pressure built inside me, a tidal wave of sensation that crested higher and higher until it broke. A cry tore from my throat as a massive orgasm ripped through my body. My inner muscles clenched and spasmed around your cock and your fingers, my whole body shaking with the force of my release. You felt my slick walls pulse around you, milking your shaft as I came.
Feeling my climax, your own control began to fray. You abandoned the long, deep strokes and switched to short, powerful digs, grinding your hips against me, driving into me with frantic, desperate need. The change in rhythm sent another, smaller jolt of pleasure through my oversensitive body. As you felt your own release approaching, you thrust into me one last time, burying yourself to the hilt. A deep, primal roar escaped your lips as you came, your cock pulsing violently as you emptied yourself deep inside my ass, filling me with your hot, thick seed. The feeling of your warmth flooding me triggered a final, shuddering orgasm that left me breathless and boneless beneath you.
We collapsed onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body throbbing, and my ass burning with a delicious, lingering pain. But when I glanced back at you, I noticed your cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined fluids, your eyes dark with a renewed, predatory promise, and I knew one thing for certain: this was far from over.
We weren’t nearly done. You’re not done. You were again standing, but?
Oh my!!!. You are the most caring lover; you didn’t want me to get any infection from my ass juices entering into my pussy. You tear the condom open with your teeth, rolling it on before flipping me onto my back, your mouth crashing onto mine as you fuck me slow this time, tender almost, your hips rolling, your cock hitting deep. Ten minutes. Ten perfect minutes where you worship me with your body, your lips smothered with love, pressing to the bite marks you left on my skin.
When you finally pull out, you’re stunned. You just fucked like a man less than half your age. Twice, you came immediately after you came twice when I teased you. Your cock is still half-hard, glistening with my arousal, and you can’t help but laugh, breathless. “What the hell have you done to me?”
Your phone was out before I could answer, the flash capturing just my pussy—your pussy—glistening and well-used. “For when I need a reminder,” you murmur, tucking your phone away. You knew what you were up to.
You knew you were still not done; you won’t be able to get back for another love session with me ever again!! Given my policy of not repeating anyone after one night. I knew what you were up to.
“Need a lordosis, hun?” I call after you, laughing as the door clicks shut as you rush out.
As expected, you called me a couple of weeks later, detailing what I expected you would do. You were surprised—that bed of yours? It started screaming more than a couple of times every night, a major shift from earlier, when it was, if at all, creaking once in a while.
You were happy noticing your wife doing lordosis for you. Your wife started humming while she was setting up breakfast, walking funny after your back-breaking performance in the night. She gives you more kisses and occasional cuddles, showing you your love marks from the previous night. She started wearing her sexy lingerie again, showing you her beautiful curves. Her downstairs trim, the little landing strip she’s been keeping? Oh, it’s getting shaped into something special just for you… butterflies into a heart shape.
You watched the cherished snap of my Venus and smiled, as you knew I may be telling my new lover, “Need a lordosis (any), hun?”
