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“Have you ever been with a younger guy before?”

We were passionately kissing in bed again, our hands roaming each other’s naked bodies. I’d just been thinking of how and where to proceed from here. While my intentions of filth were finalized, ones of whether I wanted to rush into things or take my time with them weren’t. On one hand we had the entire night ahead of us, on the other, I wanted and needed him so badly and again.

And yet I found myself in another predicament, and I assumed that Adam did too. I’d already made up my mind of fulfilling as many of his fantasies as possible in a single night, and potentially if not selfishly fulfilling some of my own in the process. Adam, amidst his reserved, timid tendencies, meanwhile, had yet to understand the notion that he could have asked of me whatever he wanted in that moment and it would be granted, no questions asked.

My question earlier of whether he wanted to do to me anything in specific had been answered once, but the allowance of further, different answers was still on the table. And it would be on the table for a foreseeable number of hours. Asking him directly for another fantasy to fulfill fell under the category of rushing, and I still hadn’t made up my mind on whether doing so or savoring every moment were the correct option, so I was hoping he’d take the hint and ask for another dirty favor himself.

But that’s where I think his predicament set in. Your brain would conjure up all these ideas of things you wanted to see or do or hear when the opportunity hadn’t struck but then as soon as one did, you couldn’t for the life of you remember the list. Like having a full inventory of your favorite movies ready to jot down in your head, but going blank as soon as someone actually bothered asking you for it. I wondered if that’s what Adam felt like right now. He’d had for years all these thoughts and fantasies of things he wanted to do to me and me to do him in bed, but now that he finally had me in one, the list was proving itself difficult to remember. Or maybe he just felt overwhelmed by the options, unable in his greediness to pick just one. It could be either, or none. It could just be as simple and him wanting to take his time, too.

His hands were feeling up my tits, softly pinching at a nipple when he finally posed his question.

“Mmm, let me think.” I pulled away from our kiss and looked up at the ceiling, attempting to remember as he continued his digital ministrations of my chest. “Younger by a year or two, yes. Anything more than that, never.”

My gaze returned to his face and I saw a curious expression, his hands still pawing at my chest.

“Is that on purpose? Or that no one’s ever tried?” He asked.

“I think it’s both, but more probably the latter. I don’t remember the last time I was approached by someone a lot younger.” I replied, putting in effort to stay focused when he pinched harder on a nipple.

“That’s crazy. You’re so beautiful, there’s no way someone hasn’t tried.”

I smiled at his compliment, but then held back a moan. His handling of my tits was getting rougher.

“I’m also older. So younger men probably feel a little intimidated.”

Adam returned my smile, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Now that’s where you’re just wrong. How old are you?”

“Thirty-two.” I replied matter-of-factly, but found it amusing that he didn’t even know the age of the woman he’d been bedding. My entire inner turmoil had been over the fact that I was fucking an eighteen year old, that too the son of my best friend, but age was clearly just a number to him and he’d cared in the slightest just how old I could have been before making his move.

“Well, you don’t look a day over twenty-five. I would say twenty, but I don’t think twenty years old have, well, these…” He encircled his hands around my tits, groping them from outside-in and letting the abundant flesh overflow in his hands to make his point.

“And twenty-five years old do?” I giggled, but smiled wider at his flattery.

“I don’t know. Just makes more sense than twenty, I guess. More time to grow and all…” It was his turn to stare at the ceiling in thought for a moment, before turning back and resuming. “Anyway, that disproves what you said about younger guys being intimidated by your age. Anyone would look at you and think you’re mid-twenties at worst.”

“Alright, alright, I concede.” I laughed, his continued flattery only widening the smile on my face. I thought back for another couple of seconds, but then remembered.

“Well, there was this one guy…” Adam’s ears perked up. “Last year there was an emergency at the company, and we had to work longer hours for about a week or two till it cleared up. You probably remember, Rachel would head back home pretty late those days too.” He nodded, letting me continue. “Well, I’d be too tired by the time I got back home, so instead of cooking, I spent pretty much the whole week just ordering in.”

Adam listened intently, halting his toying of my breasts but keeping his hands planted.

“Most nights karakoçan escort it was pizza, and I’d always order from the same place – this one Italian joint. Ken was his name, I think, the delivery boy, and he’d always deliver my order. I don’t know if he was their only delivery boy, or if he signed himself up every time an order from my address was punched. I realized later that it was the latter.”

I trailed on my story, taking turns in staring at Adam’s face and the ceiling as I narrated.

“Anyway, he must’ve been… nineteen? Twenty? Don’t think he was any older than that, but he must’ve worked out a lot. Man was pretty attractive, and completely jacked. Reminded me a lot of the Ken from Barbie, actually. But with black hair instead of blonde.” I giggled at my own joke, but Adam stayed focused. He was normally pretty receptive to my jokes, so I examined his face for hints of any jealousy, then continued. “So almost every night, he’d deliver pizza to my place, and a couple of nights in we started to make small talk before I received it. This one night he arrived right as I’d been getting out of the shower, so I had to quickly throw on a bathrobe and run to the door. I remember the way he looked at me, my body nearly spilling out of the only little robe I’d been able to find in time, and so wasn’t surprised when he texted the next day, asking to take me out for drinks.”

A very slight frown began to form on Adam’s face, so slight that had I not already been looking for signs of jealousy, I wouldn’t have picked up on it. I paused for a second, unsure if my story was making him uncomfortable and questioning the decision to continue.

“What did you say?” Adam asked, breaking my trail of thought.

“What?”

“What did you say to him? When he asked you out for drinks.”

“Oh, right.” The slightest of frowns remained on his face as I answered his question, the decision to resume having been made for me. “I didn’t respond. I didn’t like the way he’d taken my number from the restaurant without my consent. Plus he was way too young for me.”

An expression of relief washed over his face as the frown disappeared, but then his curiosity returned.

“But didn’t that make things awkward when you ordered the following night?” He asked.

“The emergency ended the next day, so my ordering-in did too. Any order I’ve placed since then, a different delivery boy’s showed up.” I answered. “Maybe I hurt his ego, or maybe he just stopped working there. If I were to guess, it’s probably the former.”

The expression of relief further washed up his face, and I smiled at the newfound trait of possessiveness I’d just discovered in him.

“Don’t worry, you’re the only eighteen year old that’s ever managed to bed me.” I couldn’t help but tease. “This didn’t end like one of those delivery-guy pornos.”

“You’ve seen those? He quickly retorted, but was caught being jealous and held back a shy smile.

“Yes, I have…” The smile on my face evolved into a devilish one, as I placed my hands atop of his own – still firmly planted on my tits – and pressed them deeper. “Would you like to see what I would have done if you’d been the delivery boy instead?”

I wanted to remove any inkling of jealousy leftover in his head, and had an idea on how to do exactly just that.

“W-what…” Adam gulped.

“Come here.” I giggled, and dragged him off the bed holding his hand.

I moved us to the door, before pushing him outside of it and slamming it shut. Turning around, I hurriedly climbed back into bed and lay on my back, covering my naked body with the blanket.

“Jennifer, what are you doing…?” I heard him say behind the door, extremely confused.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Are you the guy from that pizza place?” I pretend-shouted at the door, holding myself back from snickering.

“What…?” He really just could not take a hint.

“Adam… are you that hot delivery boy here to deliver my package?”

“Oh…” He finally understood. “Uhh, yes. Yes Ma’am. I’ve got your package right- actually, wait.”

I heard his footsteps descend down the hallway and he was gone. It was my turn to lay in confusion, wondering what he was up to, when I heard faint steps make their way back up the stairs before halting right at the door. I heard him knock, and decided to play along.

“Who is it?” I said playfully.

“Ma’am, your order is here.” I heard him muster up a straight, grown up voice.

“Oh, finally. Please, come in.” I giggled, and Adam opened the door. I took notice of how bizarre our roleplay felt considering the fact that he was completely naked, his thick, semi-erect cock dangling between his legs, when I took further notice of what he held in his hands.

His commitment to the act stretched a grin on my face. He’d run to the kitchen and since I’d already discarded the empty pizza box, had grabbed a chocolate in its place. ‘So cute,’ I’d been thinking, when he closed the door behind him and moved forward. I leaned back, raising the blanket with one hand to thoroughly karaköy escort cover my naked breasts.

“Your order, Ma’am.” He handed over the chocolate he held, and I accepted it with my other free hand.

The silk blanket draped over my body was hugging each curve and left nothing to the imagination of its shape. Up above my hard nipples poked through its material, while down below my wide hips and long legs lay all but almost bare in their allure, and Adam was hungrily roaming his eyes over each feature. It was then that his semi-erect cock began to harden to its enormous fullness, and I placed the chocolate on the adjacent bedrest.

I hadn’t planned any of this, so ideas on how to proceed had to be immediate ones. Luckily, this roleplay in particular wasn’t the most complex, so the ideal next step was an easy figure.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money to pay for this order.” I mustered up the most porn-like, fakely seductive voice I could and held back a laugh.

Adam looked down at my covered visage for a second, but then walked closer and took a stand right by the edge of the bed. He carried on in his impression of a serious, grown-up voice.

“Ma’am, you have to pay. I won’t just leave without some sort of payment.”

He was getting better at this, having made strides of confidence in contrast to his previously completely klutz self.

“Then don’t leave…” I said, and threw off the silk blanket, exposing my nude body in all its tight, shapely entirety. “If you stay for a bit, I’m sure we can figure something out…”

Adam’s eyes wandered over my massive breasts and the now revealed teats standing erect atop their centers, traveling all the way down from my toned naval to the glistening pink lips of my exposed pussy. I turned to lay on my stomach, shifting myself horizontally near the bed’s edge till I were facing his crotch, his huge, hard cock mere inches from my face. I grabbed onto his veiny shaft and began stroking, shaking my thick ass for him as I looked above.

“So… have you thought of any alternate forms of compensation?”

It was his cue to drop another one of his fantasies, and from the way he was eyeing my wiggling, round cheeks, I was confident he’d finally say anal. But the answer surprised me once again.

“I want to fuck your face.”

I raised an eyebrow up at him, one of amusement rather than that of anything remotely close to rejection. He’d fucked my face just earlier that day, when he’d cum down my throat after fucking me doggy at my place. The tick off his list was fresh, so I hadn’t been expecting him to demand it again so soon.

He saw my raised eyebrow, and explained.

“I’d never thought of fucking your face before. But after earlier, I… I kind of want to do it again.”

I smiled. Even through the dirtiest of his fantasies, he’d managed to be respectful of not inflicting anything on me he didn’t assume I’d want. Most girls weren’t a fan of getting their faces fucked, after all. But I wasn’t most girls. I’d clearly instilled in him a newer fantasy he now wanted a second go at, and I had no intentions of stopping him. After all, I’d loved it earlier.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered breathily, just loud enough for him to hear it.

Adam gulped, looking down at my smiling face with wide eyes. He still hadn’t acclimatized to just how liberally nasty the woman before him was in bed, one not too long he’d considered to be nothing more than his mother’s best friend, or his aunt. And yet here she was, agreeable and willing for anything and everything he could possibly and potentially ask for, and the realization finally began to hit.

He gulped again, before gathering up my hair in a graspable bundle above my head. Holding onto it with one hand, he guided his other to grip the side of my face. I let go of his cock, raising myself on all fours and taking position, ready for the onslaught he was determined to pleasurably inflict on my throat.

He adjusted his hips to guide his massive, dangling cock and aligned it between my lips, eyeing the sight beneath him in disbelief. The back of the best friend of his mother’s head in the grip of his hands, her long, naked back arched and ass thrusted high, all for his selfish pleasure. With a deep, impatient breath, he thrust forward, pushing his giant cock into my mouth and initiating his fantastical face fuck.

I moaned around his hard flesh in approval, closing my eyes and feeling him probe deeper into my oral cavity inch by fat inch. I relaxed my throat, and he felt no resistance in his ascent, guiding his full length further inside my parted lips till he stood completely buried, his heavy balls making contact with my chin.

I heard him groan in extreme ecstasy, his breathing harsher as he let himself feel the tight confines of my throat stretched around his buried cock, unmoving. I slurried my tongue to lick his veiny base, loving his taste, when he finally pulled back and exited my throat, halting his descent with his head at just beyond the entrance karaman escort of my mouth again.

I shook my raised ass for him, and he caught the sight as almost immediately he thrusted forward again, plunging his now-sloppy shaft deep into my oral confines. The motion was smooth and fluid as I hummed around his invading shaft, beads of escaping spit dripping down my lips and onto the wooden floor.

He pulled back again, now aware of my expertise in handling him despite his enormous size. No longer hesitant from any potential discomfort he could’ve caused, he slammed his hips forward, initiating a series of long and moderately paced strokes right into my open mouth.

His grip on my hair and face tightened as he continued to slam his hips, fucking my face thoroughly and with a sense of urgency. I took thrust after thrust of his drool-coated cock, moaning throughout in adoration of letting him use me for his selfish, plunging desires.

He fucked my face for another solid minute, my tongue slurping on the underside of his shaft when the walls of my throat began to pick up on an all too similar sensation. He was groaning harder as his cock twitched briefly at first, but then with each deep stroke started to twitch repetitively. His head expanded and the veins running up his shaft bulged, as with one last heavy groan he buried himself to the hilt and began to dump a colossal load of his cum into my throat.

He remained in complete control this time, gripping my hair and the side of my face even tighter and thrusting to and fro through his orgasm, each slam of his hips sending forth another voluminous jet of thick, creamy semen down my throat and straight into my stomach.

My eyes rolled back as I let him use my open mouth to drain his heavy balls as much as he needed. I raised one hand off the bed to reach for them, feeling their contractions in time with each thick jet of sperm he fired.

Several pumps later his thrusts began to lose urgency, with the quantities of cum exiting his slit gradually plummeting. He pulled back, still orgasming, and his cock exited my throat, pumping the last dollops of his seed onto my tongue and letting me finally taste him. Another few pumps later he finally stopped thrusting altogether, breathing heavily and returning to his senses.

That was his fourth orgasm of the day, and he’d still managed to shoot a gallon of cum. I was starting to think it wasn’t just the taboo turning him on and pushing his balls into overdrive. Maybe he really was just built differently, and these quantities were standard procedure.

He loosened his grip, parting his hands from my head and letting my hair fall back down. His cock was still firmly planted in my mouth, resting atop my tongue, as I looked up at him. He was still menacingly hard, twitching in post-orgasmic sensitivity but beginning to lose some of the turbidity and declining towards a softer state.

I couldn’t let that happen just yet, and almost immediately thrust my face into his crotch, taking him deep in my throat again. Adam groaned as his hips twisted and pulled back, but I brought forth my hands to firmly grasp his butt and didn’t let him escape. I bobbed my head back and forth on his sensitive but still hard dick, stroking him with my throat and reversing the decline towards softness he’d inevitably initiated.

“Fuck… Jennifer, I-” I cut him off, looking up at him with an obscene mouthful of cock as I sped up my thrusts, inhaling his dick and repetitively going back for seconds. Another thirty seconds of a second bout of face-fucking his post-orgasmic sensitivity began to dissipate, the expression on his face returning from one of forcefully pleasurable agony to one of lust.

I finally pulled back, his completely hard cock dangling out into the open and thoroughly soaked in dripping morsels of spit.

“I don’t think I’ve paid you back in full just yet.” I grinned at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bed. I wiped my mouth of its sheen of gathered up spit, before using both hands to push him down and making him lay on his back. I climbed over him, taking a seat on his crotch before leaning forward to push my tongue into his mouth. I felt his hard cock pressing into my crack, as I raised my ass to align him directly against the entrance to my pussy.

“After this, though…” I lowered my ass, slowly taking his cock inside my dripping cunt. “… I hope I won’t have to pay you a cent.”

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, and I joined him as we felt the thickness of his hard shaft stretch my insides open. “No, no you won’t…”

I smiled at his submission, before kissing him again. I lowered my hips till he was fully buried inside me, before raising myself and slowly starting to ride him. We kept kissing, Adam’s hands roaming to my ass and groping the tight, plump cheeks as he started to drive his hips up into mine, fucking me back as I moved on top of him.

My breasts pressed into his chest and my tongue in his mouth, we stayed like that for a minute, slowly fucking and shuddering in mutual pleasure. Another minute later and I’d had my share of slow and steady. I’d always been the submissive type, and the way he’d dominantly fucked my face had me dripping in need. I found myself craving another bout of domination, as I pulled back from our sloppy kiss and eyed Adam down hungrily.

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