Sexting with Paid Subscribers

Him: I’m waiting for you in the bar of a swanky hotel. It has a dark interior with high backed, velvet booths, offering lots of privacy and deadening the sound.

I’m wearing blue jeans, a white dress shirt, and navy sport jacket. My beard is neatly trimmed, showing just a little grey that my hair doesn’t. I’m nursing a glass of whiskey at the bar as I wait. Then, I see you walk in….

Me: I’m wearing a dark black, see-through top with long sleeves. No bra so that f you look closely or in bright light you can see my pierced nipples on my small breasts. I’m wearing pvc black tight trousers but my hair is every colour you can imagine despite how short it is

I stand at the bar and flirt with the young guy serving me an orange juice.

Him: I watch you for a bit, unashamed to be looking you up and down, resting too long at your perfect tits. UI feel a tightness in the crotch of my trousers. I give you time to get your drink and see if anyone is coming to meet you.I grab my drink and make my move. “Nice night for an evening, huh?” You can’t help but laugh at my ridiculous line.I nod to an empty booth and say, “How about we grab that booth so I don’t have to embarrass myself with such corny pick up lines?” You laugh, shrug and follow me over.I sit down and spread my legs just enough to brush your thigh, which you fail to move. We begin the usual small talk.

Me: I lean into you as you talk I touch your thigh. Finally I ask you, “why me? Do I look easy?”

Him: “quite the opposite. You look like a challenge. I probably not your normal type and you’re a tad younger than me. But, the best things cum hard….”

I drop my hand onto your thigh possessively. It’s no longer yours it’s mine. A total stranger’s. But, I knew from the look in your eyes that you wouldn’t stop me. You want this. Something stirred in you and I’m going to take it. I’m going to wrest it out o of you with my tongue, may fingers, and my cock.

I tighten my grip on your thigh as I finish my drink and signal to the bartender for another round. I look deep into your eyes as I slide my hand inside your thighs and up. I skip the small talk and tell you “Open .” For reasons that slightly baffle me, you immediately follow my command. It wouldn’t be the last time tonight…..

Me: I instinctively spread my legs and make a masculine move, as if I am taking the piss, by putting my hand on your thigh.

“Well I knew you were easy. So I went for you “ I laugh.

“How old are you Mr Grey?” I squeeze your thigh. “How old you think I am?”

Him: “I’m old enough to have lived life. And, old enough to be your dad. I’m 52.” I love your audacity. I slide my hand firmly into your crotch and tell you, “You’re old enough to know better than to hang out with a guy like me, but adventurous enough to do it anyways. You’re 24”

I press my hand hard against your pussy and feel you widen your legs a bit. I admire your pierced nipples and ask you if anything else is pierced. You just smile and tell me, “You’ll just have to see if you get to find out.” I take another drink. I begin to slowly run my fingers up and down your slit. You try your best to not show the fire that is building but…..

Me: “Yeah my Daddys not as old as that. Who knows? Never seen him. But oh fuck. I’m not quite that old either. I know your sort I do. I oh ok I “

I stop talking and just lean against you and let you touch me. I push against your hand. I return the favour and put my hand in your lap.

“Daddy”

Him: I firmly rub my arm across the side of your tit, feeling your nipple against me. I love the feeling of your top and the view it gives so close up. I can’t stop thinking about flicking your piercing with my tongue. 👅

I hear you groan and buck your hips against my hand as your hand finds its way around the outline of my cock. I rub harder and faster now. Your hips moving even quicker.

I lean towards you, grab the back of your head with my fingers in your hair and whisper in your ear, “I’m going to completely wreck you. I’m going to take you upstairs to my room and have my way with you. You will be forever ruined by the time I’m done with you.” I suddenly stop rubbing your pussy, just as you were starting to get close. I throw down some cash on the table….

Me: I try to keep you where you are by holding your cock more firmly. I am not that easy to ruin! I try to mess with your head. “Don’t want to be blown in front of all these people? Worried you might cum if I keep gripping your cock like this? That I might run away? What you going to do to stop me huh?” I keep moving my hand firmly on it, pressing my body to you. Blocking you moving, like the worst tease.

Him: I grab your hand…hard and pull it off my cock, which is twitching with excitement now. I lean in and slowly kiss your neck, working my way up to your ear. I take your ear lobe in my mouth and suck it as I reach over with my right hand and trace my finger around your nipple…but never making contact with it.

I pull away, look you in the eye, and slowly move in for a kiss. You open your mouth greedily, but I control the pace and take my time before inserting my tongue and gently explore your mouth while continuing to hold your wrist and trace around your nipples. You moan softly as I pull away from the kiss, staring you in the eyes but not saying anything.

After an awkwardly long time, I stop playing with your tits and say, “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and follow Daddy upstairs, Won’t you?” As I squeeze your wrist a bit tighter and flick your nipple hard.

Me: “Yes, sir”

I now my head and feel a dizziness of excitement.I know I’ll follow you upstairs without a word now.I know I’ll do whatever you ask of me.I feel like I’m under a spell but I don’t want to break it. I’m not trying to escape.Ask me to do anything and I’ll do it. I want to be carried, laid out, used, then used again.

I feel I could try anything, take anything. I just need to know it pleases you.But all this is in my head, yet I know you know it. I know I am in a long line of ruined women.

I want to race to be your next.

Him: I stand up and nod to the exit. You slowly slide out of the booth. I firmly place my hand in the small of your back and guide you out of the bar and to the elevators. Once inside, I move into your space and hold. You move away until your back hits the rail. I grab the front of your neck, kiss you strongly and slowly let my hand slide down the front of you, insides your pants where I feel your wetness for the first time.

I slide a finger inside of you as I roll your clit around with my thumb. When the elevator hits my floor, I pull my hand out and feed my finger to you. You make a show of sucking your juices off of it the way I imagine you suck cock. You look me dead in the eye as you open your mouth and wrap your tongue around my finger. I lead you out of the elevator…..

Me: I try to keep your finger in my mouth as I walk. I am surprised that you let me. I feel a little foolish but also I was so close to cumming when you touched me that I need it again as soon as I can. Tasting myself on a man’s finger is up there was the sexiest things.

I keep hold of your finger in my mouth even as you lower it down from head height and next to your waist. I am on all fours I the corridor, sucking on your finger like I want to suck on your dick. And I would do it right there for you, whoever was around. What you make me do though is even more humiliating than that. You make me walk on all fours, following you with your finger in my mouth. I am literally turned into your bitch.

Him: (I hate to throw cold water on this, but I’m meeting a friend for drinks. Catch back up tomorrow?)

Me: Sure. I should sleep. I’ll cum first though!