Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
Breaking in a new partner felt similar to taming a horse in David's opinion. This analogy suited him because at the end of the day, those mares would be mounted by their stallions. David was also satisfied if they wanted to ride him like a cowgirl, watching their expressions was something he enjoyed. In fact, this was how he managed the training process carefully and with moderation. He could easily split a woman in half if he weren't gentle, and it wasn't without discomfort to himself. If they weren't prepared, his foreskin would retract too forcefully, causing friction and pain.
For him, the best method was to let the woman straddle him, as she knew her own limits and her body would eventually submit. Inch by inch, circular grinding motions allowed his large penis to slide deeper into those silky, dark passages.
When it came to Angel, this is how David assumed the process would unfold. He wasn't unaccustomed to this setup; a sexually adventurous cougar seeking a one-night stand. David didn't mind; it stroked his ego. Women felt interested in his large member, and this attention was quite addictive. He was young, fit, and single. Why not share pleasure with these women?
He sat at a bar and checked his phone, waiting for a message indicating whether the woman would back out. A text arrived: "Running a few minutes late. I'd love a Sauvignon Blanc." The date was on, as his dick started to throb. He approached the bar and ordered a large glass of wine. Intoxication made the connection process smoother, and with a glass of wine in hand, the night's proceedings would likely go smoothly.
Angel arrived, looking stunning in her heels and black leather trousers. Her figure was small yet draped in wraparound shirt, exposing glimpses of her lingerie. David couldn't help but think about her matching black panties. If he didn't change directions, his arousal would make them notice his adjustments.
The conversation with Angel was engaging, as she laughed animatedly and inquired about various topics. At times, he could catch small movements of her tiny breasts whenever she giggled, causing her wraparound shirt to loosen.
Angel's interests and anecdotes varied, but her curious gaze often shifted to David's training program. How long did it take on average to reach full penetration? Do participants return or is it comparable to a fairground ride? How long does it take for them to regain tightness after a session? Have women ever asked him to penetrate their rear? Has he ever been invited to star in a porn film? Was he on OnlyFans?
The intensity in her questions caught David off guard, unsure if she was still weighing her options. It didn't take long for the answer to become clear.
"Would you like to kiss me, David?" He rarely made the first move, preferring to control the situation with a specific technique - get the woman drunk, take them outside, and let them truly experience his power. However, this time, things would be different.
He scanned the room for potential witnesses before their lips met, and it felt good. Eventually, they discussed clubs, experiences, and fantasies. David learned that Angel had tried some incredibly daring and risky things in the past. Given her 24-year age difference with him, this wasn't surprising. He liked the way she would occasionally touch his thigh with a wandering hand, and when she slid up with her hand gradually, reaching the tip of his penis, David couldn't help but notice the mischievous grin on her face. To anyone observing, she seemed to be innocently stroking his inner thigh, but for a man of David's size, she knew she was teasing him expertly.
At the end of the night, they hopped into a taxi. Angel had dreamed of being in a black cab, so while she couldn't make that happen in reality, it was still fun to pretend. When they arrived at her place, she grabbed his hand and guided him inside. "Welcome to my little home," she said.
David pushed her against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Her neck was incredibly sensitive, so her breathing shallowed and her body reacted. Slowing down, he undid the knot on the back of her shirt and pulled it open, revealing her perky breasts covered by her sexy lace bra. His muscular body moved closer, and he picked her up, her thigh pressing against his stiffening arousal. She was helpless as he ground against her clit and turned her on.
Angel managed to break free and pushed the door shut. "Drinks! Let's head to the front room," she said.
"Okay," David agreed.
"Do you remember that fantasy we talked about early on?" she asked, referring to his desire to be a puppet. "Let's do it!" She jumped into his arms and laughed, realizing the benefits of this position.
He laid her on the sofa and told her to take off her pants. Angel questioned, "You understand that we're not going to have full sex tonight, right?"
"Of course," he replied, believing she wouldn't be able to resist his moves.
"I'll go get us some drinks," she said.
When she returned, she sat on top of David, nestling his bulge between her legs. "I love grinding," she said with a smile. Her flexible body glided over his erection, causing him to leak pre-cum. They kissed again, deep and passionate. Angel felt a connection, only confirmed by a good kiss.
David had never quite fit into boxer shorts when he was aroused, and it was just his luck that they had engaged in this activity. "Wow," Angel said as she looked down at his 10-inch dick. It was massive compared to any man she'd been with before, prompting her to be cautious and curious.
She sat back and unzipped his pants. His large size didn't fit into boxers when he was hard, and it was her curiosity that led her to this point. "Don't you want to have sex?" she asked.
"Certainly not," he replied.
She walked away to get two drinks and returned, sitting back on top of him. She was focused on the pleasure of playing with him and his enormous toy. She'd always considered foreplay to be essential, not a quick prelude activity.
She knelt before David and looked up at him, asking, "I'm not going to throat you, right?" She knew the size of his girth exceeded her oesophagus, so she had to be careful.
He nodded and relaxed on the sofa as she began.
With so much length, she needed both hands to reach and stretch him out. One hand moved up to the head while the other moved down towards the balls, squeezing tightly with her fingertips and thumbs. This felt different for David, who was nearly at full size.
She knelt before him and concentrated on the task at hand. He could see her serious yet delighted expression, and when she caught his eye, she smiled before rubbing his head across her lips, licking them to help the process. She continued to massage him softly, her lips touching his shaft, her cheeks, and her chin. His veins pumped with blood, and he was close to being fully hard.
Angel continued with her hand job, occasionally brushing his head against her lip, cheek, or chin. Breathing in his manly scent, she grew wetter and wetter.
'Go on, you naughty girl, take it in your mouth,' Angela commanded as she gazed into his eyes. She was not amused by his choice of words. 'Don't call me that,' she snapped sternly. 'I'm not your slave, whore, or pet.' David was slightly taken aback by this turn of events. He was used to dominating his women and ordering them to submit, but perhaps Angela wasn't a submissive after all. As his cock stretched from her hand, he felt a тhaт his disguise seemed to be slipping.
'Will you be a good boy and let me treat you like a good boy, or will you be bad?' he asked hesitantly. It was a difficult decision to make. In his mind, he was screaming, 'Yes, I want to be bad! I want to be very bad!' But all that came out was a nod. 'Good boy,' she smiled, 'then I'll proceed.'
The pleasure of being sucked into her warm, wet mouth was indescribable. Her small tongue played with the head of his cock, caressing it along its entire length. Only once did he feel her pause to stroke her tongue and a finger from the tip of his cock, down to his balls, and even further to his perineum. The left hand remained there, while the right hand gripped the base firmly. Slowly, she drove his cock down her throat, her lips swallowing every inch. David quickly realized how skilled she was. He was not surprised to learn why she had forbidden deep-throating earlier.
'Do you like this?' she asked with a boyish smile. David nodded and ran his fingers through her hair. 'Would you like to try something else?' she asked mischievously.
'Anything you want me to do, Mistress,' he replied obediently.
Her mouth slipped off his cock, and she spit out a minty liquid. 'Here, would you like to try something different?' she asked teasingly.
'Whatever you desire, Madam,' he said deferentially.
His cock was already coated in the cooling liquid. It felt like it had a numbing agent as well as the moisture released the friction. Oh, the sensation was amazing to him. As her mouth slid over his hard shaft, his breath quickened. He could feel/her increasing the pace and depth, and he knew that the blow job would soon come to an end. But not with Angela. More and more each time, she wanted to swallow his cock even deeper into her throat. He watched her eyes watering as she pushed his cock further and further to the point of his gag reflex. David fought back the urge to cum, but with the continuing tightness of deep throat and the stimulation of his balls while her tongue twirled on his prostate, there was nothing to be done.
He knew that this was not all he wanted. Although the blowjob was thrilling, he craved more. He wanted to taste her, feed her. Only then could he feel the power over her. Currently, she was in the driver's seat. It felt like he was the one being controlled, rather than the one controlling. He was the puppet to her. But he dreamed of becoming her master. Her partner. A more loving, passionate, intimate relationship. That's all he wanted—to feel that deep, dark hunger for him in her. Her need, her submission. Her addicting dependence on him and his magnificent cock. His cock, which would be the only thing filling her, and giving her the most incredible orgasms. The day he would feel her soul surrender to his was coming.
Read also:
- April: Life on the Game - Chapter 1
- A Thrilling Excursion
- The One-Way Voyage (Day Zero)
- One Purpose, Her Pleasure Ch. 03
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