Victor and I were eight months into our relationship when the below happened. It is the most erotic experience of my life.
We enjoyed an adventurous sex life with only two rules: No solo masturbation, No watching porn alone.
We greatly enjoyed exploring kinks together. In this phase of our relationship, Victor liked to be dominant. He asked if he could take me whenever he wished. I did not need much convincing.
This permitted him to use me like his whore whenever he wanted and he did so at least once a day. He stormed into the room, bent me over, pulled panties down, and fucked me while his hands spanked my cheeks and he called me his filthy little whore. I loved every second of it.
One night, I forgot to put my phone on charge. By morning, it was dead. We overslept by an hour because we used it as our alarm clock. There was no time for our usual morning lovemaking. We had to get dressed, brush our teeth and rush out the door. I worked as a librarian. Victor was retired (he’s in his seventies), but he worked various part-time charity jobs.
Neither of us liked to be late, so we rushed around the house and barely acknowledged each other while we got ready. I opened the door to leave and looked back to see Victor struggling to knot his tie. His hands trembled at times of stress. I rushed to help and gently put his hands to his sides.
“Here, sweetie,” I said softly while I knotted his tie.
“But you have to go,” Victor mumbled quietly and frowned; his boyish blue eyes widened in panic.
I tightened his tie up to his collar and put his trembling hands in mine.
“I am late, yes, but taking a few seconds to help my love will not change that.”
I leaned in and tenderly pecked his lips. His mustache tickled me slightly. The trembling eased.
“Good,” I smiled approvingly.
“Now you have a good day, ok? I’ll see you tonight. I love you, baby.”
I pressed my head against his and closed my eyes. I tried to burn this moment into my memory so I could cherish it forever.
“I love you too, my dear. Your beauty calms even the stormiest of seas,” Victor smiled warmly.
I blushed and stroked his cheek. “You’re sweet…”
We locked lips once more and I reluctantly turned away to leave the little house we called home.
I looked back for one final glance at my handsome man. I loved how he always tucked his shirt in because it emphasized his large, sexy potbelly. I yearned for his love but had no choice but to go to work.
It was a busy day at the library, with several, tense meetings that outlined how we were going to cope with our ever-dwindling budget. My boss wanted me to handle a challenging inventory check while also dealing with customers at the same time.
“Sure, just let me fetch my cloning machine so I can be in two places at once,” I said internally. I both loved and loathed this place in equal measure.
Throughout the day my stress level rose and rose. I kept getting interrupted whenever I tried to start the inventory check. By lunchtime, I was exhausted and just wanted to go home to snuggle up to my love on the sofa, drink some whiskey and listen to Mozart together. By 3 pm I finished the inventory check and was at the customer service desk. I yawned, zoned out, and thought of ways to avoid the next meeting that was going to take place in twenty minutes.
I glanced around out of boredom and was very surprised to see a familiar, handsome man making his way to me hastily. This was irregular, as I hadn’t told my colleagues or anyone about us because of the fifty-year age gap. We agreed that Victor would never come to see me at work.
“Hey, you. What are you do-” He interrupted me. He never did that.
“Male toilets, furthest cubicle from the entrance door. Two minutes,” he said in a gruff, gravely whisper.
“O-okay,” I stammered, confused by his voice, demeanour, and intense look in his eyes.
I waited for one minute and thirty seconds before I opened the door to the men’s room. It creaked loudly. Just like in the women’s there was another door just in front of the first one. I opened this as well and walked to the furthest cubicle. I did not want to be caught in here. It felt naughty.
I hesitated and felt uneasy, but forced myself to gently knock on the cubicle furthest from the door.
“Sweetie, are you o-“
Before I could finish Victor opened the cubicle and pulled me inside, before he closed and locked it behind us.
He pushed me up roughly against the side of the cubicle and sleazily licked my cheek and ear. I felt his warm breath on my neck.
He placed his hand over my mouth and squeezed so tightly I could barely breathe. My heart raced, my eyes a restless, frantic mix of fear and arousal. Adrenaline coursed through my veins.
I felt his other hand lift my skirt up over my bottom and pull my panties down to my knees. Within seconds, I felt the tip of his warm, erect manhood run downwards between my buttocks. I heard him shudder with anticipation when he reached my pussy. He pushed all four inches of his gorgeous, wrinkly old cock inside me.
He fucked me hard and put all of his considerable weight behind every single thrust. His large, saggy balls loudly pounded against my buttocks. The sound reverberated around the men’s room.
“You are my whore,” Victor uttered into my ear angrily. His voice was full of venom and grit.
“Now take my seventy-two-year-old cock.”
I looked at him from the corner of my eye. His face was red, his jaw clenched, and his breathing intensely laboured. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked like an animal. I was his prey. I felt his cock twitch inside me and knew he was close to cumming, but then the door to the men’s room suddenly creaked open.
Victor immediately stopped thrusting and tightened his grip around my mouth. His rock-hard four-inch cock was still inside of me. The man whistled jovially. We both listened intently. It felt like the longest pee in the world.
I felt increasingly aroused by both the fear of getting caught and Victor’s strong, unwavering intent. His cock stayed so very rigid inside me without any movement. I wanted him to fuck me more than my next breath. I wanted him to use me like his whore. We heard the man wash and dry his hands. My anticipation rose to the breaking point. Every second felt like a minute.
The door creaked shut and then… Silence.
Victor waited for several agonising seconds before he fucked me as a man possessed. My knees went weak, my face turned a strained shade of red. My veins bulged and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as the euphoria of orgasm overwhelmed me. He put his arm under my belly and supported my weight while he fucked me with a fiery, relentless passion.
The door opened again and he once again stopped immediately. I wanted to scream in frustration. I no longer cared about being caught.
“Just FUCK ME!”I screamed internally.
We heard the man enter the cubicle further down. I simply could not wait five to ten minutes for this to continue. I took Victor’s hand from my mouth and strained my neck to look at him pleadingly, my eyes wide and tearful.
I mouthed to him silently, tears dripping now down my cheeks, “Please fuck me. Please…please… Please.”
He put his finger to my lip to signal for me to be quiet. I kissed it submissively. My eyes desperately scanned his face for any hint of what he’d do next. He put his hands on my petite hips and fucked me extremely slowly. I reached down and began to rub my clit with my finger ever so slowly in time with his deeply erotic, hypnotic thrusts.
Every centimetre of his manhood that entered me sent tingly, wonderful shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. It wasn’t long until I felt another orgasm build. My mouth agape, I let out an intense scream in the quietest of whispers. My man covered his mouth at the sight of my pleasure. I knew he was getting close.
“Fuck me, baby,” I mouthed to him, my breath shallow and frantic.
“Cum. I want your cum. Please… Please just cum,” I licked my lips and stared at him pleadingly. He leaned in for a silent, lingering kiss.
Finally, we heard the man flush, open the cubicle, and wash his hands. The first door opened and closed, followed by the second.
Victor moved his face towards me and spat directly into my mouth six times in a row. He fucked me as if his life depended on it. I stayed silent for him and played with his spit in my open mouth. I let it dribble down my chin while his large, calloused hands groped my petite breasts through my blouse.
Victor’s cock ballooned inside me. He spanked me, spat on me, and thrust into me forcefully in time with his sudden, eruptive ejaculation. That gorgeous, warm feeling of his precious seed deep inside me brought me to orgasm once more. We locked lips and I tenderly stroked his red, sweaty face while his orgasm ground to a halt.
“That was… So….” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I felt so content, so light, so free from stress.
He kissed me on the cheek and pulled up his pants. “I will kiss you better tonight, my love,” he whispered into my ear.
Mmmm. Now I had something to look forward to.
Victor left first and I waited for five minutes before leaving, as well, taking a few minutes to desperately make myself look less like a woman that just got the brains fucked out of her. The rest of the day was spent in a blissful daze, feeling high on the love my Victor gave me. I could not wait to come home to him, knowing that an evening of romance and oral pleasure awaited.
With Victor, tenderness followed roughness; Jekyll followed Hyde.
I adored both parts of him equally.