Horny for Older Man

Melanie age 30 is curvy single with shoulder length hair, I meet at a wine tasting event in Dallas. She invited me to join her at her apt. I lean against the wall, wine glass in one hand, she tells me about her day. I put my wine down walking to her, take her glass from her and run my hands up her neck to the soft hair on her collar. Pull her towards me. I kiss her, softly at first that it’s like imagination, then harder as her breath quickens. My lips are sure and certain warm and it feels right. My emails have been exciting her all day, the passion of what I didn’t say making her tremble and her nipples harden to flush excited peaks beneath her soft cotton shirt. Every time the new mail icon appeared on her screen this afternoon, her heart thudded and her cheeks burned. She imagined me at the wine event across the crowded room, the intensity of my gaze and the passion in it sent shock through her, making her crave my touch.

She whispers this to me as I push her against the counter, as I undo the buttons on her skirt and shirt with exquisite slowness. As I unhook her bra and let her perky breasts fall into my hands, as I slide her damp panties down her legs, Melanie tells me that for most of the afternoon, she has been aroused enough that I could have slipped effortlessly into her. That my cock inside her and my gentle stroking would have sent her into a hot clenching orgasm around me. I kiss her again when she tells me that, my tongue against her lips, inside her mouth, touching hers, curling and stroking and licking her into a moment where she is feeling so aroused and there’s no conscious thought.


Soon Melanie is naked in front of me, apart from her stockings and heels, while I’m still fully clothed, my sleeves rolled up, making her want to taste me. I lean forward half an inch and delicately lick the place where the soft skin of her neck meets her smooth white collarbone. She tastes of salt and spices and that warm sweetness that’s uniquely her. I take a harsh deep breath and I do it again, then move my mouth to her ear and whisper. ” Why are you horny for a older man?” Melanie takes a deep breath, ” Other men have not satisfied my sexual need. I researched you and asked questions. I heard the rumors and decided I had to meet you and seduce you.” Her breath tickles my skin as she whispers about the ache between her thighs that’s been building all day. She nibbles my earlobe, making me groan and suddenly I push her away, taking control. I hold her at arms length, my fingers around her narrow wrists, and look her up and down, my gaze burning her until her skin is crawling with electricity. She bites her lip, the dull pain a welcome focus for her heightened senses.



I grab her hard, fast, she is unable to comprehend at first, for it moved too quick. I grab her around the arm and shoved her hard up against the wall and it hurt where my fingers have gripped and bit into her, it hurt as her head had connected with the wall behind her, as I push her roughly and hold her there with the weight of my body. It did not matter if it hurt, for my lips are on her own again, this time the kiss is hard and forceful. My tongue is in her mouth and my body is pressing against her and my hands are at her breasts, her waist, and gripping the skin beneath her shirt. She is helpless to fight against me, not simply because I’m physically stronger than her, but because she has lost the will to fight in the face of my determined lusts.

She tries to struggle after a moment, briefly, ineffectually, as her wits have returned and the sensible part of her brain told her this was a mistake and she should not be here and not allow me to do this. She tries to pull her face away from me, tries to push me from her, but my teeth clench and anger flares in my eyes and I grip her shoulders with brutal force as I push her again against the wall, this time with far more strength. She literally sees stars as her head hits hard against the wall behind her, her stunned groan unwitting, but I give her no time to recover, reaching up with one hand to entwine it in her hair at the back of her head and pulling down hard. She whimpers out loud with the sudden pain, but can not get out any further sound, for my lips are on hers once again as my tongue is back in her mouth and she stops trying to struggle for fear of what I will do and instead kisses me back.

She is gasping for breath by the time I pull my face away from hers as she takes advantage of the pause to draw air deeply into her lungs, her eyes locked onto my face with fear. She sees a cruel amusement in my expression, worse, condescending disdain, as if I had known she would respond to harsh treatment, as if I expected nothing less. My free hand, the one not holding her by the hair at the back of her head, clutching roughly at her breast. She can not help but utter a low groan of surprised pain. Something else flares in my eyes then, she thought it was satisfaction, pleased to hear her cries. As she stares up at me in that moment, I’m pushing my body against hers and she is pinned to the wall, my hand on her breast, the other painfully pulling her head back by her hair, she knows then she fears me.