Anna-Brooks fascination with an older man leads her farther down the rabbit hole than she ever thought she’d go, as Mike Robert’s introduces her to the BDSM lifestyle
where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile. Of the 12 multi-chapter stories written so far, 10 are about the Roberts boys and their sexual hi-jinks/adventures, so it’s high-time I wrote something about their Dad. This one incorporates a young lass’s introduction into BDSM, hope you enjoy it!)
Anna-Brooks Cowan had never thought of herself as someone attracted to older men, much less one THAT much older. Although she had to admit, Mike Roberts, the “Well-to-do-Gentleman-next-door” (as her parents described him) had done surprisingly well, giving what she was sure was one the best fucks of her life. Th child was gone so with the babysitting done, she wondered how this new chapter might possibly unfold.
As for me, I was sure I had just ticked one off the bucket list, one of which tons of men my age would never get. First, I had fucked my next-door-neighbor who was one third or 38 years (!!!) younger than I, and had done a pretty good job at that. On that first night I managed to make her orgasm once and cum once , culminating in her not only telling me she wanted more, but me planning how to make that happen, along with the odd ‘stolen moment’ or two.
Like when I had Anna-Brooks’s parents & her boyfriend over for a BBQ a week after that crazy night. Her boyfriend was even less than I had expected, while Anna-Brooks was dressed in a long flowing floral print dress, her breasts pushed up ever so slightly, peeking out at me. Her Brown-Brunette hair and deep Brown eyes absolutely glowing in the sunlight. I’d wondered if she was thinking about how my dick felt in her mouth, or inside her pussy. And I found my answer later, alone with her for just a minute in the kitchen, when she lifted her dress and presented her ass to me as she walked away from me. She was wearing a lacy black thong that disappeared completely into that shapely, sexy butt. "I hope you're still thinking of me." She had said to me before leaving me hard and alone in the kitchen.
Small moments spread out like that. She'd find an opportunity to press against my crotch. I’d find one to grab her bare thigh. Lustful glances and devilish smiles. I felt young again. All I wanted was to take her, to throw her down and pound her, little shrimp-ass boyfriend be damned. And Anna-Brooks couldn't believe the fire in her stomach. She loved her boyfriend dearly but when he was inside her all she could do was replay in her head that night next door when she had choked on an old man’s cock and felt it stretching and twitching inside her, something her BF had never managed. Soon enough though, an opportunity made itself available.
I got a text telling me that the next day, Anna-Brook's boyfriend would be working a double shift, so an overnighter for him. I also knew he’d come home dog-tired and just flop in bed and sleep a fair part of the next day. PERFECT. I was over in Panama City, so I made a stop at a ‘favorite store’, & had them courier over to Anna-Brook’s house my purchase. I bet she was shocked when it not only delivered, and the courier was barely a house away when her parents rounded the corner coming home.
When she knocked on my door, I realized how fast my heart was pounding. A career spent being certain in the courtroom and moving full steam ahead wiped out any thoughts of this being a tryst or storm of passion. Although it happened suddenly and surprisingly, those little ‘flirts’ here and there just proved it out to me to simply bull ahead. And besides, I had plans for tonight. There was no blue pill needed as I marched over to the door, and opened it.
Anna-Brooks stood briefly on the other side, doubt beginning to plague her mind. Was she backing out? It was wrong, after all. Cheating on the man she loved, and being all too willing to cross a line she never thought she'd even approach. But this man took her like she’d never been taken before, and the fact was, she wanted more. So with a deep breath, she raised her hand to knock again
It was then that I opened the door. I stood there in a tight white shirt and gray sweats, the outline of my dick subtly visible. Maybe I should have opened that door and apologize to her, telling her I’d taken it further than I should have, that this was a young man’s fantasy gone wrong. But those thoughts were gone moment I saw her. In fact my jaw dropped.
Anna-Brooks wore a large coat that hung open. Under it all she was wearing was the gorgeous satin and lace lingerie set I had delivered, consisting of a white bra, panties, garters, and stockings, replete with matching heels. The lady who ran the store & I had guessed at the sizes, but it appeared close enough.
Anna-Brooks blushed at my reaction, and I couldn't believe she could look even prettier. "If I button up the coat nobody can see anything...I opened it for you..." She said shyly. I was still attempting to form coherent thoughts. She bit her lip and raised her eyebrows at me. "Should I come in...?"
Anna-Brooks grinned when I nodded, saying "Get your ass in here." Anna-Brooks realized her doubts had completely vanished. He was older, but the way he looked at her and the tone in his voice somehow flipped a switch inside her. She threw her coat to the side. She wanted Michael “Mike” Roberts cock, and she wanted it badly.
I pulled my shirt off, grabbed her around her waist, and took control. Our mouths met in a hard kiss, my bulky body pushing her against the wall. I had to use my foot to close the door. She wrapped her legs around me and ground her silky, panty-clad pussy against the rock-hard bulge in my pants. My hands alternated between gripping and groping her ass and gripping and groping her tits. Still clinging to me, our mouths still attacking each other, I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom.
I dropped her onto the bed and took a moment to take a mental snapshot. She sat on her butt, her hands behind her propping her up. Her legs were open, and I noticed her satin panties were worn over the clasps on her garters. She was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling, a sight that was almost hypnotizing. I pictured briefly how her limp-ass boyfriend was used to seeing her. Little makeup, baggy clothes. dressed for around the house and dressed modestly at all times. The girl in front of me seemed like an entirely different person. Someone dressed like a whore, albeit a gorgeous one, looking me in the eyes, begging for my cock.
Anna-Brooks's body hummed at the way this old man was staring at her. He looked almost ravenous. She liked the way he handled her like he ‘owned’ her, for lack of a better word. She gave him another kiss as his hands removed the flimsy satin panties, and now her pubic hair-covered twat stared at him, already wet. Anna-Brooks sat up and grabbed her Man’s waist, smiling up at him. She tugged him next to her and pushed me down. She slid off the bed onto her knees, pulling the sweatpants down and letting his stiff. floppy cock spring free.
"Mike, did I tell you how much I love your cock?" She asked sweetly, tracing her fingers along my shaft lightly. Anna-Brooks liked how he shivered and shook his head.
"No? Well, I do. And you know what? It's bigger than my boyfriend's..." She wrapped her hand around it now and he groaned.
"I've been thinking about your big, hairy cock for a while, Mike." She said, her breath hot against my head. She looked up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and licked my shaft, running it up and down the length of it. I could only close my eyes and savor the feeling. She licked me more, and then let her lips touch it. She kissed my cock in various places, her mouth finding my balls as well.
We both jumped in surprise when her phone rang loudly. I collapsed back onto the bed and laughed at how scared I had been. Anna-Brooks sheepishly apologized and went to get her phone out of her coat. I took the opportunity to stare at the considerable amount of ass she was presenting to me as she fished out the phone. Finally, she got it and checked it as it began to ring again.
"Uh...it's my boyfriend..." Anna-Brooks said with genuine worry in her voice.
Before I even had a chance to think about the words, I said "Answer it."
Anna-Brooks stared at me blankly. "What?"
I wasn't sure where that came from but I wanted her to answer it with my fat, leaking, semi-erect donger right in her face. "Answer it, Anna-Brooks."
A small, wicked smile began to form at the corner of her mouth. She pressed 'accept' and put the phone to her ear. As her boyfriend spoke to her, Anna-Brooks realized how much she enjoyed having this older man treat her. It was like he “owned” her, and she was surprisingly comfortable with that.. Because even as her boyfriend was on the phone with her, she was still crawling towards Mike's cock. She knelt, and took her owner’s fat one back in her hand., liking how he placed his hand lightly atop her head. She gave it a kiss.
"I'm just hanging out at home. Having a lazy day." She kissed my cock once more, this time licking some precum on the end.
"I didn't hear it ring. I was getting out of the shower." She winked as took me into her mouth now and I put my hand over my mouth, doing a minimal amount to stifle any moans. Part of me wished he did hear it.
Anna-Brooks continued to talk to her boyfriend while she casually sucked my cock. I could faintly hear her boyfriend's voice as she swirled her tongue around my head. I smiled down at her and nodded. Anna-Brooks winked again and took me deep down her throat.
"Hmm? You want to know what I'm doing?" She asked playfully, now squeezing & jerking my cock. For a crazy second, I thought she was about to confess.
"I'm playing with my dildo.” She looked at me and winked a third time. “Practicing my cock sucking skills for you." She said to her boyfriend, but her eyes were firmly locked with mine. She began to suck me hard and wetly, plunging every inch of dick he had as far as possible into her mouth, making sure her boyfriend heard the sound.
"I just miss your dick so much, babe." She gagged and moaned around my fat leaking cock.
I didn’t care if he knew. Hell, I hoped he did, so I grabbed Anna-Brooks’s hair roughly and began to steadily fuck her mouth, my balls slapping against her chin, her lipstick rubbing off slightly as she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. I looked down at her and mouthed 'Tell him I said hi'.
She smiled, pushed me back and took a deep, shaky breath. "I love you, honey. I got a little too worked up. But when you get home later, I'm all yours."