Sex ...And the Dogs Tied Up

"When am I going to get that sweet ass of yours, you big slut of mine?" I typed and pressed Enter. Immediately after, I realized the stupidity I had done, but it was too late.

I had two "windows" open on ICQ. I was talking to one crazy hot chick with whom we occasionally had cyber-sex and simultaneously with a 20-year-old, my daughter's age, whom I had met through a club online and since then she had become my little buddy, and whenever I was online, she kept me company and we talked about various things. Sometimes she told me about her boy troubles, sometimes about her school, and I played the dad role and advised her with my "wisdom." This time, however, I really messed up. Instead of writing in the window of the crazy hot chick my age, who had just given me a digital blowjob, I sent the question to the window of the young girl. But on ICQ, there's no undo. After pressing Enter, no mistake is acknowledged, and now I have to pick up the pieces.

With the young girl, we talked openly, with a lot of humor and always with sexual innuendos, but never so crudely. In my panic, I closed her window and acted like an idiot, cursing the absent-mindedness that grows with my age. I was thinking about how to fix it and how to restore my "serious" image to the young girl, who always listened to me as if I were some guru, when suddenly the characteristic sound was heard and the young girl's name started blinking, indicating she had written something to me. "Whenever you want, my boy," I read, and I'm sure the young girl had the same shock as me and that the message was meant for someone her age. She usually called me "old man."

I don't answer, waiting for her to start making excuses, so I can tell her we're even and thus lighten my blunder.

"What's wrong, why aren't you talking?" the young girl writes to me again, and I get even more confused. I start stammering various "You know... I...," when immediately a second sentence comes that completely turned me off: "You know how long I've been waiting for you to make me that offer?" "Me?" I answer stupidly, not knowing what to say. "You, of course... aren't we talking?" "If you want my ass, it's yours. Do whatever you want with it." I am left speechless and in a corner like Solon, and I can't believe the unexpected turn of events. Not even in my wildest dream had I imagined it. If she wants it, she says!! I thought, and already my dick has reached the heavens, a proper rocket.

I somehow close with a "goodnight" my cyber peer and devote myself to the young girl.

"Yes, my baby... I want your sweet ass like crazy, to take it and tear it apart," I write to her, regaining my confidence and wiping away the cold sweat that had drenched me earlier. "And not just your sweet ass, but your pussy too... your tits, to take you whole... to make a mouthful of you. To fill you whole with my dick," I write and can't believe my eyes. "I'm all yours, my boy. Do whatever you want with me," she writes to me, and I still have a hard time believing she's not messing with me. This "my boy" makes me laugh, since I'm more than twice her age.

"Are you sure?" I ask, still not having believed she's not talking to someone else. "Yes, old man, haven't you realized I'm into you?" Great!! Now we're on my turf, I think, and nothing holds me back anymore. "How could I imagine that you, the fresh pussy, would want an old man like me?" I write to her, wanting to provoke another confirmation. "Old, but damn, what a hottie," she answers me, and I remembered she had told me before that she had seen photos of me from some meetings we had with the club and had "published" them.

And now to the point, I thought, having put my heart back in its place after a dangerous gallop for my age. We exchange phone numbers and agree to meet the next day for coffee and to talk. "How will I recognize you?" I write to her, since I had no reason all this time to ask her to send a photo (where you're never sure it's not from some magazine with skinny models and perfect proportions) "I'll recognize you," she answers me, and I got the creeps, as I had heard various stories about such dates that ended in fiasco, with setups or with monster-girls who had sent photos like Sharon Stone. Anyway, we set a date, and I thought a lot before going the next day in the afternoon with many reservations, but curiosity was eating me up.

I sit at a table in a central café and wait. I look at the girls who come in from time to time and try to guess if she's "mine." When some unattractive girl came in, I thought with terror if she was "mine" and felt relief when she passed me by and sat elsewhere. At some point, after the time of the date had passed and my nerves were shot, I see a chubby girl coming in and a cute little face flashing me a smile and approaching my table. She was a very likable little pussy, not particularly beautiful, but attractive. She was plump with plenty to grab, which always drives me crazy. Her ass, however, was amazing. It was EXACTLY to my specifications, full, spherical, and perky, the kind that when I see them, I want to fuck them even with my eyes. The second good point about her was her tits. Two round, firm tits, which overflowed her open décolletage and automatically sent me to imagine my head buried between them. She sat opposite me, and we both discovered that it's one thing to talk crudely and boldly in chats and another thing live, where you have a practically unknown person in front of you and you swallow your tongue. Anyway, we got over that slowly, and we started talking and laughing with the same humor and the same bold spirit as on ICQ. We talked about various unrelated things and finally got to the topic for which we had made the date. She confided in me that she had wanted me for a long time, but was waiting for me to make the first move, because due to age she... respected me (!!!!!) I, in turn, told her that I too had been impressed by her spirit and humor, something rare for a girl her age, but I couldn't imagine she would also want to get fucked by me. She told me that every time we talked and made bold jokes, she wanted me more and many times she wrote with one hand because with the other she was rubbing and caressing herself at the same time. All this seemed unbelievable to me, and I couldn't help but remember what an old chat buddy of mine had told me, that you fuck women first with the mind and then with the pussy. We left the cafe, got into the car, and as it had gotten dark, I turned and kissed her to break the ice. She responded and even slipped her tongue all the way to my palate. It turned me on and I groped her straight on her tits which were overflowing in front of me, making her nipples look like the buttons on the shirt she was wearing. She let out a sigh and continued exploring my mouth with her tongue, while she lowered her hand and groped my cock which had become a steel rod. I slipped my hand under her skirt up to her panties and bent down and licked her ear and whispered to her that I want to take her now and from everywhere. She told me "do whatever you want with me" and I almost came. I didn't want a second word. I put it in gear and went full speed towards the nearest hotel, which I must confess I had marked out beforehand for any eventuality.

I felt very awkward when I found myself at the reception with a babe next to me, but I got over it when I got the key and we found ourselves in the elevator and started kissing like crazy. I almost put it in her in front of the mirror, not considering that the elevator had stopped for some time. At some point we got out and entered the room. Finally alone !!!!

The first thing I did was go to the bathroom for a bit. I came out and I see her buried under the covers and her clothes resting on the chair. I pulled the covers off her abruptly to startle her, but she didn't flinch. She slowly rose up and stood in front of me. She was wearing only her panties and was standing at attention in front of me with her tits erect, like a soldier ready for inspection. In my awkwardness, I began to move around her, looking her over from head to toe, as if I were about to buy a car. She continued to stand at attention, without turning to look at me. I observed her thighs, her amazing ass which was lifted all insolence and much more arousing than I had imagined.

I undressed quickly, as if I were about to dive into the sea to save a drowning person. I stood behind her and without touching her I began to slowly approach with my cock stretched to its limit. I slid it between her thighs all the way up and rested it on her panties which were bulging there, barely containing the hot contents. I hugged her from behind and groped her tits which were standing upright with her nipples hard and erect like machine gun barrels. I bent down and whispered to her, touching her ear with my lips: "Now I'm going to take off your panties and eat you whole" "Don't take them off....rip them off me" she replied and made my cock jump from the heat. "Not only will I rip your panties, but I'll rip your pussy and your ass too" I tell her, full of confidence, and grab her panties to tear them to pieces. Have you ever tried to rip panties? The damn thing doesn't tear for anything and whoever says that probably has never held panties in their hands. I actually like that many say they cut them with their teeth. Only someone who pulls a truck with their teeth in commercials could do that. If I tried it, I would definitely end up at my dentist for a root (literally) reconstruction.

Abandoning the battle, I grabbed her panties from her hips and pulled them gently downwards. Until I got them to her feet and the inside, soaked from her wetness, was revealed. She had started to get horny and that was a good sign.

I bent down and put my hand between her thighs and began to lift my palm stretched vertically upwards until I encountered the ceiling that was burning. It had not a trace of hair underneath and that sent me, as hair somewhat grounded me. I continued to touch her pussy with the top of my palm, while with my thumb I touched her ass and felt her tensing up. I didn't continue because I didn't understand if she liked it, or if I had hit a taboo.

I pulled my hand away and went in front of her. I bent down and rested my lips on her nipples. I took them gently into my mouth, one by one, and began to caress them circularly with my tongue. She began to purr like a kitten. I didn't let my hands touch anything yet. Then began the "journey" downwards. I reached her navel and was impressed by how sensitive she was in that spot. I didn't insist much, since my urgency was for what was below. I knelt in front of her and came face-to-face with her pussy which had not a trace of hair. Despite my arousal, I couldn't help but think what she must have gone through with hair removal methods and wax strips to achieve this...sculpted (literally) work of art. I passed over it without touching it and went down lower and licked her knees. I began to travel upwards, getting closer and closer to the inner side of her thighs. I had started to go crazy from the heat and when I touched her pussy with my lips I thought I would come.

I began to travel my tongue up to her clit which began to swell as if it had an erection. Each time it slid more intensely from her wetness and each time I pressed it more as if I wanted to put it back in its place. She had started to tremble, I could tell, but she didn't move from her stance. Always at attention (!!!)

I went behind her again. I bent down and began to lick her calves. I had never done that before and I liked it immensely. I licked them, bit them and sucked them alternately like a madman. I went higher and stood at the inner lock behind her knees. That was the madness. I began to lick and bite her behind the knees and savored those hollows as if they were the most erotic spot. She began to tremble again. I began to bite her ass like a madman. Finally, I was tasting that ass that had been driving me so crazy, from the first moment I saw it. I must have made countless marks on the perfect hemispheres of her ass, perfect for my tastes.

I went up again, passed over her hips and her waist and began to bite her neck, like dogs that carry their young. I passed in front of her and found myself looking into her eyes. I took her lips into my mouth. I kissed her and tried to fit her into my mouth, as if I wanted to eat her in one bite. For the first time she raised her arms and hugged me. She had lit up and didn't want to hide it anymore. She kissed me on the chest and my cock rubbed against her belly and she enjoyed it. At some point, without letting go of me, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me by the waist towards her. My cock reached in front of her little face and I noticed with surprise how high it was raised. I hadn't seen it like that since the time I was single. "Oh, what a little girl can do to you," I thought in admiration. Whatever it was, I no longer cared. The result is what counts. And the result at that moment was beyond expectations. It wasn't particularly large. I had probably classified it as average, but it had its girth.

With a single smooth motion, she grabbed it all into her mouth and swallowed it down to the root, and began to swirl it around, making me feel her tongue taking me for a ride. The sight of her cheek bulging out each time she played with it in her mouth, and her lips gripping it like a vice when she pulled back, drove me crazy with lust. At some point, when she had been sucking the head for what felt like an eternity, I grabbed her by the ears and pulled her towards me and felt it hitting her larynx. She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. That image of her stuffed mouth and her eyes looking at me all sweetly, brought me to the edge of the cliff. I couldn't hold back and I started to cum. Without stopping looking me in the eyes, she kept swallowing continuously and I was melting away. Glug, glug, the gulps she took could be heard, and each time she swallowed, she tightened her lips around my cock and made it send another spasm of my fluids into her larynx. She drained me completely. She didn't leave a drop. I thought she emptied my spinal column. I felt like an invertebrate, a proper mollusk. I collapsed. I fell next to her and pulled her to lie down with me. I was stroking her short hair and kissing her on the mouth..

She was nestled in my embrace and I had calmed down after the storm and was trying to regain the strength that the little one had devoured with her mouth. My spinal column began to regain its contents again and I got up to go to the bathroom, but my legs were still trembling.

It seems she was watching me, because immediately afterwards she got up and followed me. For a moment I was almost moved, because I thought she was worried that something might happen to me, but then I was forced to change my mind, as she put me in the shower and gave me a thorough scrubbing as if I were a baby. She probably was in the mood for some playful games.

I didn't spoil her fun. Only the "no more tears" shampoo was missing to make the scene perfect. After playing with the water for quite some time, we took our little buckets and returned to the battlefield. Already with the warm water and her games, my cock had regained its lost dignity and was standing again where duty called.

We lay down and I began to kiss her and caress her with my hands on her face and hair. I wasn't rushing this time. The slower the sweeter, as the classic erotic proverb says. The tension had left me and I was flooded with tenderness for that girl whom I had initially wanted to fuck like a madman, and now I was discovering that, apart from her pussy, there was also a cute little face that I kept kissing and caressing with a different interest this time.

She was accepting my caresses and kisses like a little chick but she didn't seem to be particularly enjoying it. However, she had surrendered to my tender initiatives and all she did was let out sighs of pleasure here and there, which had no relation to the sighs she made during the storm that had preceded. It seemed as if they were escaping her by accident. She rather gave the impression that she would prefer to take them back if possible.

Up until that moment, all I had managed to do was to make her horny. I began to get anxious thinking that I wouldn't be able to make her cum. One word began to buzz in my mind. "Anorgasmic." "Bullshit," I thought. There are no anorgasmic women. Only incompetent men exist. Whatever happens, I will make her cum, I said to myself. If necessary, I'll lick her until the sun grows horns. Come on now... What the hell... 40 years as a baker, I haven't left food uncooked.

I got down to work with determination and I wasn't doing it out of ego, but because I genuinely wanted to please her. But no matter... I wore out my tongue, my fingertips turned red from my endless journeys to her pussy and her body, but she, nothing. Not to mention that a couple of times I reached the edge of the cliff myself, about to cum and lose the case. Then I thought I'd play my last card. I'll give it to her the foolproof way, I said to myself, and if I can't make her cum, then let my soul perish among the foreigners. I have no intention of leaving with blue balls for anything. I turned her onto her stomach, climbed on top and lay down on her. I slid between her thighs and aimed at her pussy and reached its entrance. I must confess that her age helped me with that. If my cock wasn't so hard, I'd still be groping to find the target. Having reached the entrance, I pressed a little, just enough for her to think I was going to enter her. I pressed until I felt the warmth of her vagina, without going inside. Out again, a little more caress on the little lips, again a little inside and stop. This was repeated several times and all the while I was on tenterhooks, waiting unsuccessfully to see signs of tension and premonitions of orgasm.

Sometimes my cock had slipped upwards, caressing her little ass. One of those times I couldn't resist. That wonderful ass I so admired, that ass I had fantasized about violating from the first moment I saw it, was there in front of me. I didn't know, of course, if it was waiting for me with palm fronds and branches, but anyway it was there. Warm like her pussy. In front of me. In my power (or so I thought, anyway).

I stopped the journeys to her clitoris and stood there. A breath away from her tight sphincter which I was pressing discreetly. It didn't take long for the reaction I was hoping for to come when she reached out her hand and decisively grabbed it. "Oh dear," I thought.. "Who's going to listen to her now." "She's even capable of beheading it." At that thought, I was ready to accept even her moving it away, as long as the matter didn't escalate. I could settle for her pussy, which I hadn't taken anyway up until that moment.

To my great surprise, not only did she not push it away, but she "secured" it better, as if she was afraid it might slip out. As if I would miss the opportunity. I began to press, modestly of course, until I hit bottom. At the same time, I was whispering sweet nothings into her ear, which, curiously, I could feel. Here and there I would bite her neck and I understood she liked it, as I felt the short little hairs moving with her skin bristling from the shiver.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she cried out urgently and I felt the spasms of her sphincter which betrayed her pussy that was shaking from the orgasm. "Fuck me... fuck me," she continued, this time pleadingly, but I was inside her little ass, motionless and enjoying the peculiar massage. I wasn't ready yet. My desire not to hurt her had held me back, but I was in heaven from the heat.

I started moving inside her again and she began to thrust her hips towards me and take me inside her, harder and harder. My eyes stopped seeing, I almost passed out. "Take me," I shouted at her, "I'm coming." I felt her spasms once more, which accompanied me this time in perfect harmony, and I leaned on her back."I have a gift for you when we meet again," she told me just before we parted, and she didn't want to give any more information to my curiosity, saying it would ruin the surprise.After two days we met again at the same hotel. I saw her holding a box, but I didn't ask anything. The only thing that had crossed my mind when she told me she would bring me a gift was that she would do some trick, like the mind-blowing blowjob that had drained me the other time and made me come like a chicken. As soon as we got inside, she stripped in a flash and forced me to throw off all my clothes too, waiting for my gift.

The box contained a collar with a leather leash. "It's nice," I said awkwardly, "but you know... I don't have a dog." "It's not for a dog," she replied.... "it's for me." "Get your cunt back in its place," I thought. "I wanted a girlfriend, I didn't want a dog to throw a bone to and have it fetch it for me." Without another word, she fastened the collar around her neck and gave me the leash to hold. "Take me to the bathroom. I'm your little dog."

With my mouth open like a fool, I complied and began pulling her by the leash and leading her on all fours to the bathroom. I enjoyed the sight of her tits swinging like a pendulum as she crawled towards the bathroom. It was pure heat. And just when I thought we would get under the shower to start playing, she went and sat roundly on the toilet bowl and immediately I heard the characteristic "hiss" as she peed. Now try and get "Prokopis" up again, who had curled up in the depths. I started to pee out of "sympathy" too, but I held back.

The shower, however, was not avoided, as I wanted to "erase" the previous sight from my memory and I pushed her under it. Since she didn't mean to get up (pets don't walk on two legs, she kept saying), I turned on the shower and to hell with her hair, which probably didn't bother her much at that moment.

I had started to get annoyed. We went back the same way, with me wondering what the hell I was doing there. When we reached the bed, she started shaking her head, like little dogs trying to shake off water. I was already furious and I really wanted to punish her. As she was on all fours, I put her head with her cheek on the floor and her ass remained up, taut, with her asshole stretched to the limit. If you gave her a push, it would open wide.

The sight aroused me incredibly. I knelt with one leg behind her and with the other I almost straddled her waist. I was seized by a frenzy and I wanted to hurt her. I brought my cock right over her hole and drove it into her in one go, dry. She moaned like a cow from the pain, but she didn't pull away. On the contrary, she started moving as if dancing a belly dance. I told her to stop because I would come. As if I told her to move more, she started twisting her hips and her asshole took my cock and took it for a ride. "Stop, you crazy bitch," I told her and gave her a hard slap on the ass to stop because I would come. She stopped for a moment, turned her head back and sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she licked her mouth all around suggestively. Immediately after, she started shaking her ass like crazy. I had melted from the heat and reached the amen. I started hitting her ass with both my hands like a maniac and seeing her ass cheeks shaking like jelly from my hands, I started to come, shouting "stoooop."

I had gotten very angry that she hadn't let me enjoy her more, so I pulled out with such force that I thought I would rip her ass off. I don't even remember what she said amidst her screams. The only thing I remember is that I pulled her forcefully by the leash, turned her head towards me, grabbed her by the collar and forced her mouth onto my cock which was still coming. I must have almost choked her, because she opened her mouth wide to get air and immediately after, she clenched it so tightly with her teeth that I thought she would cut it off. I became a beast. Without taking it out of her mouth, I grabbed the leash again and started hitting her ass cheeks with a mania that frightened me, as I began to get aroused seeing the leash leaving red stripes on her. Suddenly she relaxed, as if I were caressing her, and she began to suck the cum that was still running from inside me and swallow it in her familiar greedy way. I stopped hitting her, regretting that I had behaved so violently. She then took it out of her mouth and told me with her sweetest smile, "Don't stop punishing me. I like it."

I went crazy!!! "Where the hell have I ended up, you bastard," I thought, but I immediately began to realize that I had started to like this performance myself for some time. I continued to hit her, but more softly and with my hands this time, as I didn't want to hurt her anymore. But she, uncontrollable, "Hit me, my man, make me hurt, the bitch, humiliate me, make me trash at your feet." "Fuck, you bastard.... what's happened to me," I thought and continued to hit her, mechanically this time, trying to understand where this was going. I always felt tenderness for women when I was fucking them. This thing had never happened to me before. I couldn't hurt her anymore, I had come and I wanted calm and to caress and cuddle her, not to beat her senseless. I stopped hitting her, threw the leash from my hands and laid her on the bed, holding her by the shoulders. "Don't you want me to be your pet?" she asked me with evident disappointment, and I looked at her like a lost soul.

We're men, I'll give you that. We all like to be (or like to think we are) the bosses in a relationship. We like our girlfriend to obey us. We like to do her bidding when we feel like it. We like to give her our slap when the occasion calls for it...But not like that!!! That's like robbing a church. Besides, it doesn't have any taste. It's one thing for the girlfriend to resist and finally give in, and another for her to hand you everything on a plate. To (think you're) the winner, the dominant one after a contest. Can you imagine how pointless it would be to run in a race with no opponent and before the race even starts they crown you with the laurel wreath?

I tried to explain to her that although at some point I felt crazy lust when I was hitting her, nevertheless I wasn't willing to continue with those games that deep down scared me.

She told me that these views are conservative and outdated and that this is the mildest characterization she could give I imagine she would have very much liked to put that differently, but she probably avoided it out of respect for my age. She got up and we left in a hurry. We haven't seen each other since.

Moral of the story: Never hit a woman, unless she asks you for it herself, then go wild beating her with the stick. Otherwise, they'll call you assholes too.