Allessandra lay awake in their bed. Thoughts raced through her head. The one idea that kept returning was, what’s wrong with me? Alessandra had always found older men attractive. The man lying next to her was over 20 years her senior. She cared for him deeply, and he adored her. He had provided her with a lavish lifestyle and was always emotionally available. They had sex nearly every night. On weekends—sometimes two or three times. He always made sure she came. He was gentle and kind. She was his queen, and he doted over her as such. It wasn’t like he couldn’t do better. He could do better, she thought. She was a little overweight. Though 55, he was athletic, emotionally stable, and recently retired. Money was never an issue. If she wanted something, there was no fight over cost or need. Why wasn’t that enough? Nearly every woman would be green-eyed of her situation! Why did she need more? What was missing?

Odin, too was awake, but he lay in silence. He sensed something was amiss with his bride. Odin was too afraid to ask what it was. He replayed their previous lovemaking in his mind. Why did he fantasize about her as a whore while they fucked? Still, when he fucked her, it was as if she was a doll that could be broken? He fucked Alessandra with slow, methodical penetrations. Making sure to grind against her clit and thrust his cock as deep as he could go. Her pussy would saturate right before she came, and he would grind slowly until the gates broke free. She turned like a caged animal released into the wild when she came. The whore within her would come out, sending him into an abyss of evil. Soon he would be cumming too. He would fuck her without respect. Sometimes she would even cum again. Then it hit him like a brick! Something was missing. Maybe she needed to be fucked like a whore and not tested like Virgin Mary. She did like posing for sexy photos. She didn’t mind if he posted them online as long as her face was not visible. He lay there scheming. The next time they fucked, he would treat her like a whore. He would skip the part where she was his queen. No slow grinding. Just fast abusive fucking. With the problem now in the rearview mirror, he fell fast asleep.

The following night according to ***********, she made the first move. Odin lay on his side as Alessandra snuggled up against him, pressing her massive breasts against his back. She nibbled his ear—reaching around, she took his dick in her hand. Immediately it began growing in her soft hand. She rubbed it. “Does daddy wanna play with his little girl?” She cooed.

In a firm voice, Odin turned around quickly and said, “Daddy is going to fuck his little girl like the huge cumslut she is!” Slap! He swatted her ass. It was hard enough to sting but not hurt.

Alessandra felt in tingle deep in her loins as her pussy moistened. “Oh, daddy! I have been a naughty girl. I watched a girl get gang fucked by many dirty old grandpa’s in an adult theater, and I liked it! Scold me, daddy! Spank me!” She pleaded. She liked the kink he was exploring and played along with his game. She was shocked by how being spanked turned her on, o much. Others had been spanked her before, but this was different. It seemed to be working for Odin as well. His cock was standing up as straight as a Marine saluting.

Slap! Slap! Slap! He swatted her ass. “You fucking tramp! You wanna be gang fucked?” Odin asked

“Nnn yes. Alright, I admit it, please don’t be mad, daddy! I know it’s naughty, but I can’t help it. It’s my pussy. I get so wet when I think about it. Please fuck me, daddy! I watched that girl getting fucked, but I didn’t even play with myself. That’s not true. I did, but I didn’t cum. I swear I didn’t,” she confessed. It was part of the game, but everything she said was true. She was on her hands and knees, and Odin was kneeling next to her. She reached out and took his rigid schlong in her hand. Stroking it, she said, “Please, daddy fuck me like a whore. Use me, daddy! Fill my pussy! I need it soooo bad,” she begged. Again, there was truth in her words as she played the role of a helpless girl.

Odin moved behind her. Taking his cock Odin slid it between her moist lips—parting them. He pushed her face into the pillow. “Get ready for daddy’s cock,” he warned.

She lifted her ass, giving him easier access. She reached between her legs to help guide his cock inside her wanton pussy, but he thrust before she could grab it. He went all the way inside her quickly. His balls slapped against her thighs. She managed to get the folds of her pussy spread apart, so his cock didn’t pinch her lips. He moaned incoherently as he thrust in and out of her like a jackrabbit. Slapping her ass, he degraded her with vile vernacular. His abuse excited her even more. She was enjoying this new kink. Odin was no longer this Prince Charming type. He fucked her, with an animalistic grunting permeating through his throat. She swore it sounded like a growl. There was a raw rage, almost an anger to his cadence.

“Fuck my pussy, daddy! Yeesss! Fuck me! Oh my fucking God!” Sandy sobbed. Out of nowhere, she came, and she came hard. In her newly found arousal, she began meeting his thrusts and twerking her ass. “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! YESSS!” She commanded. As they fucked, her pussy juices sloshed loudly—matched only by the slapping of Odin’s large nut sack. Her hips flailed uncontrollably as her cunt juice pooled around his hard thick cock.

It was the strangest experience for Odin. Odin couldn’t remember ever being more aroused. He felt his orgasm build. His cock was coated with thick white fluids as her cum foamed around his tool. Her incessant chanting, moaning, and whimpering made his balls compress. His anus tightened as he felt his orgasm move to his shaft. He fucked her harder and faster. It sent wave after wave of orgasmic bliss through Alessandra’s pussy. “Fucking tramp!” He yelled. He couldn’t seem to get over the ledge. The stunning part was he felt relieved—like he had cum. The dilemma was that he hadn’t cum, and he was still hard as a rock. He was so hard it almost hurt. His cock was pulsed like he was cumming, but only pre cum oozed out randomly. It was like he shot a blank. That had never happened to him in his entire life. He was in good shape but the last ten minutes spent sprinting to the finish line wiped him out. He was short of breath and couldn’t even mutter a vowel. His chest expanded and contracted intensely as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh my fucking God!” She exclaimed. “That was incredible! You filled my pussy up,” she added, thinking he had cum too. But her pussy was so wet she couldn’t tell.

He didn’t tell her that all those juices were all hers. Instead, after catching his breath, he rolled her over onto her back and mounted her. “Spread your fucking legs slut. Daddy ain’t finished!” Odin directed.

Again? Hell yeah! She thought. She spread her legs as commanded. This time she grabbed his cock. Fuck, he is hard as a rock. How the fuck? She thought. She stuffed him inside her. Again he fucked her hard. She matched his thrusts with upward thrusts of her own. She couldn’t remember him penetrating her so viciously. Even the expression on his face was that of anger. It turned her on immensely. Mr. Hyde was pushing all her buttons. She came again.

“Fucking cum dump! You like it, don’t you? You want that cock filling your horny little pussy. You need it! Fucking slut! He said. Watching her tits jiggle, he fucked hard—adding to his arousal. He squeezed her tits hard. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy onto his pummeling cock. His cock head continually battered her cervix. Again, she was in the throes of orgasm. She moaned incoherently. Odin felt her pussy spasm.

With each drive of his piston, a flood of juices flowed from her cunt. God, he wanted to cum! He tried his damnedest to bust his nuts inside her. He wanted nothing more than to flood her fuck hole with his sperm. The more he fucked her, the more violent his thrusts became. The more aroused he got, the more he thought about her getting fucked by a roomful of strangers. That stimulated him even more. He swore his cock grew inside her saturated pussy. Still, the more aroused he became, the further away his orgasm was. He squeezed her tits again and again. That didn’t even work. Soon she came again then again before her last orgasm could even end. His cock was covered with white juices. He had emptied copious amounts of pre cum inside her this time, but no orgasm. He was tired, and he knew it was fruitless to continue. He faked an orgasm for the first time in his life. He was so tired, and he knew it was futile. The strange thing was it was like he came, but nothing came out. Still, there was a need. An itch that he could not scratch. He just no longer had the energy to pursue it. She lay there exhausted. She had cum a half dozen times. It was by far the best fuck session they had ever had. Though Odin hadn’t cum it was by far the best sex he had in twenty years. He lay there inside her for a couple of minutes, exhausted.

“What got into you, my stud muffin?” She said as she squeezed his athletic butt. “Daddy’s little girl likey a lot, a lot,” she added. When he pulled out, her juices followed. She rolled over on her side. Odin spooned with her his arm between her massive melons. She whispered, “I do fantasize about being used as a cum dump. It is sort of a kink I have,” she said.

He kissed the nape of her neck. “Yeah, it’s kinda hot thinking about watching you get gangbanged by strangers. But, what’s even hotter is knowing I can tap this anytime I want,” he said, putting his hand on her sleeping pussy and patting her trimmed mound. “Anytime daddy wants,” he added as he slowly slipped off to dreamland.

The sun seemed to rise early, but Odin slept in a smidgen. Last night had been exhausting. Then the dreams. Oh my God, the dreams! They were so vivid. He dreamt about being a director in a pornographic movie. Henchoreographed ten men gang fucking a girl. He was working amateurs, and they had to be instructed on how to fuck. It sounds like a no-brainer, but simple things like lifting her leg, keeping their hands out of the way, brushing her hair back, etc., are all vital in getting good shots. He kept waking from frustration, but he would return to a version of the same dream all night long. He had been playing with his iPhone 13, making quasi movies of him and his lover fucking. It was time to stretch his comfort zone. The little slut likes gangbangs. Well, she was going to get her gangbang. He thought.

The water in the shower stopped. That was his cue to get up. He got out of bed, gathered some clothes from the dresser, and trotted off to the bathroom, where Alessandra was drying off. “Good morning, baby!” He said before kissing her on the lips.

“Good morning! Are you going to ride with the boys this morning?” She asked. She dressed as they conversed.

“No, I got some errands to run,” he answered.

“Really? I thought you looked forward to those 50 milers. You’re going to lose your stamina. We don’t want that,” she joked. “I want some more like last night. I thought I was going to go into convulsions. I was still dripping this morning. My God! That was fucking incredible. I can’t remember being so depleted. I slept like a baby,” Sandy added.

“Don’t you worry about me! You’re the one who is going to have to keep up with this old fart,” Odin joked.

“I know! What in Hell got into you? You were pushing all the right buttons in the right sequence. Seriously, my eyes rolled. I thought I was going to pass out,” she swore. She grabbed his solid butt cheek and squeezed. “Daddy’s naughty girl wants more of that,” she added.

“I just got lucky, that’s all.,” he said.

“Lucky my ass. It was like you were conducting a symphony,” she said.

“Now you’re just sucking up,” he said.

“I gotta get moving. Unlike you, I got a job to go to,” Sandy chided playfully.

“Yeah yeah, pick on the old unemployed guy,” he joked.

“Hey, since you’re not riding today, wanna do lunch? You can pick!” She offered.

“I will call you. I don’t know if I will be free. I got a bunch of stuff to get straightened out. I will call you around 10,” Odin said. Odin turned on the shower and stepped inside. Alessandra was about to walk out the door by the time he got out.

They said their farewells. Odin did indeed have a lot to do. He had to find 12 dirty old men to fuck his young wife. He would have to vet them. Would they be able to get hard? Are they clean? Are they single? Senior center? McDonald’s? Should he pay them? Feed them? Decisions. He lucked out. He found five silver foxes at the senior center, and all it cost him was an 8×10 glossy of them fucking his wife. After showing off her pictures, he found another two at a local McDonald’s. They were a bit more expensive. They each wanted $25 gift certificates from—where else? McDonald’s. He wanted a dozen, but he was sure Alessandra wouldn’t be disappointed if he only had seven. It was ten o’clock. He texted her. You busy? Call me if not. ***RING***RING*** “Hey, sexy girl!” He answered.

“Hey! So where are we going for lunch?” She asked.

“I was thinking maybe the food court at the mall.” He answered.

“Really? The food court? Not O’Malley’s? She asked.

“Yeah, I am not sure what I am hungry for; they have a variety—besides, I can kill two birds with one stone. I wanna get you something special for Victoria’s Secret,” he said.

“Really? Sounds exciting! Do you have something in mind?” She said.

“Yeah and no. I will know when I see it,” Odin responded.

“Anything to do with those errands you had to run?