LORNA MEETS CECIL

I was newly divorced and looking for a man to provide me an exciting sex life, something I felt I had missed out on for so long. Wanting a man I could boast to my girlfriends about, a man with a large, thick cock, bigger and thicker than the ones they like to brag about for me.

A man who will fuck me in exciting ways. A man who will introduce me to sexual pleasure I had only dreamed about. New levels of sexual pleasure. Perhaps a man who will introduce me to deviate sexual pleasure, though I was not exactly sure what deviate sexual was before I did a search, excited at the answer.

“Any act of sexual gratification involving the sex organs of one person and the mouth or anus of another, anus to mouth or involving invasion of the anus or vagina of one person by a foreign object manipulated by another person”. Wow!

I am Lorna, still proud of my almost forty-year old, hour glass, naked body when I admire it my bedroom mirrors. Modest firm tits, flat stomach, impressive forty-one inch hips, and a big tidy ass with a few dimples. A turn on for me while looking at my naked body in the mirror, teasing it with a fingertip, my nipples, my pussy, my cunt lips with it’s freshly waxed jet black pubic hair,

Admiring my legs in killer heels, spread while I tease my pussy, hoping my firm, well developed thighs will be a turn for the man of my dreams. Imagining him licking the insides of them before he licks my clit on the way to fucking me.

Imagining a naked, well hung man admiring my naked body as I inserted my largest vibrator between my cunt lips in a fucking motion. Bringing myself to a noisy orgasm, talking to my myself, imagining my dream man as I fuck myself with vibrator, watching and admiring in the mirror all the while. Wondering if another woman would find me sexually attractive? Cunnilingus from a woman would be a whole new sexual experience for me. Wondering, fantasising.

Less than a week later Cecil had invited me out to dinner. After the steaks lots of mating game questions from both of us. Cecil telling me he had an ass fetish as he ran a hand over my ass. Me telling Cecil as discretely as I could, not wanting to frighten him off, size was important to me. Cecil teasing both of us by asking if I considered nine-inches important, while running my hand over the bulge under his slacks.

Asking each other about our employment, telling him I was in the fashion industry. Cecil telling me he was a widely published writer of business books, many of them used as tertiary texts. Adding he was also a prolific write of porn stories, hundreds of them on a porn website.

He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps I could help you write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?”

At first I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Though his porn stories were very exciting for me, a huge turn on for me, imagining this obviously incredibly experienced man, a rake, seducing me, making love to me, fucking me, writing stories about it afterwards.

Standing naked in front of my bedroom mirror, reading one of his stories as I masturbated. Imagining some of the stores I could tell my girlfriends to make them jealous and envious.

The next night dinner in Cecil’s penthouse overlooking the city’s major park opposite a subway station. Kissing with our tongues when I arrived, both of us knowing we going to be lovers that night. Wanting him to excite me even before he seduced me.

I had dressed to impress for him, as most of the women in his stories I had read did. A short black skirt and simple white blouse over black stockings, matching garter belt, long thin straps to hold up the stockings, no knickers, a cup-less bra and killer heels. Cecil had a skin tight pair of jeans, the outline of his large, thick cock obvious and a skin tight, black t-shirt to highlight his muscly, toned torso.

Asking me did I read any of his stories?