I Asked a Hot 56-Year-Old to Dominate Me for a Night
By: Evangeline Grace
Tags: Submission, Age Gap, Domination, Sex, This Happened To Me

I finished my second cocktail with my heart in my mouth and a throbbing between my legs. “I’m ready, Russell,” I blurted out, before I got too tipsy. “I’m certain I want to do this.” My breathing sounded labored, but he was having that effect on me. I couldn’t believe how much I was craving his cock.

Russell’s answering stare was hypnotic. “I’ll pay for our drinks. You go on up to our room. There’s a blindfold on the bed… Put it on and wait for me.”

I hurried to our suite and followed his instructions eagerly. My mouth felt slightly dry as I slipped the silk blindfold over my eyes and adjusted the elastic behind my head. But by this point, my desire trumped my anxiety. I sat meekly with my hands in lap, counting down the seconds until Russell joined me.

The door opened and I stiffened, breathing in that musky, cedarwood scent once again. With my vision obscured, my other senses seemed heightened. I was aware of Russell’s body heat as he stood over me. My heart fluttered, but I didn’t say a word.

His fingertips brushed my jawline, then he placed one hand on my throat. Though he didn’t exert any pressure, the action made me breathless — in a good way.

“Good girl,” he breathed in my ear. “I see you followed my orders.”

He picked me up and carried me to what I guessed must be the couch. He positioned me so I was straddling him. Cool air hit my shoulders as he unzipped my dress halfway and unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts. I whimpered faintly, wondering what was coming next.

“You’re absolutely stunning, Evangeline.” The compliment made me blush in the darkness.

He grasped one of my boobs with both his hands, causing me to draw in a sharp breath. Next, he squeezed my breast until my nipple engorged. Maintaining a firm grip, he sucked my nipple deeply, drawing it into his mouth like a delicacy. I gasped at how good the attention felt.

Meanwhile, his hands kept working at the base of my breast — massaging, pressing, rubbing. By now, I was putty in Russell’s hands. I’d never had my boobs worshiped so intently. The longer he kept up his kneading, the louder my frantic moans grew. The way his tongue circled around my erect nipple sent sparks shooting straight to my pussy.

I writhed in his lap, grinding against his crotch, making animalistic sounds I didn’t know I was capable of. The sexual tension was too much to bear, and I built to my first ever breastgasm.

He kissed me hard on the mouth as I climaxed — deep, passionate kisses that left me light-headed. Then, without warning, he dragged me roughly to the bed, one hand still cupping my breast. Now I was face down, groaning against the sheets as he hitched up my skirt and yanked down my panties.

“You like having your breasts groped, don’t you, doll?” he murmured into my ear.

“Yes, Sir,” I panted, addressing him differently now we were in bed. “Your hands feel incredible on my tits.”

He continued pinching my nipple and toying with my boob while his cock found my entrance. As he stretched me open, he squeezed my breast harder, giving me the stimulation he knew I adored.

I melted into the bed. He pressed his body to mine, driving deeper with each furious thrust. Orgasms flooded through me in wave after wave as he pounded me without letting go of my breast.

We continued making love for hours — switching positions, taking turns to give oral, occasionally taking breaks. But no matter what position we were in or what we were doing, Russell always found some way to stimulate my breasts. From pinching to sucking, licking and spanking, he must have used every move in his repertoire.

By the time we were done, my boobs were rubbed raw and sore, but Russell had given me a night of ecstasy I’d never forget.