Cute Girls

Helping a Damaged Man

Ever had a first date that seriously clicked?

Melissa and I connected wonderfully. We’d met the day before, at the grocery store. Even at my age, I’m still a klutz in the kitchen. I know what you are thinking, I did the helpless guy thing in the store to get her attention. But it wasn’t like that. I mean, I’d noticed her, but she is 20 years younger than me. And gorgeous–way outside my league. That is, my league if I were playing but I was still angry about my divorce and knew I might put that anger onto any woman I was with. So I stayed home at nights. I wasn’t good company for myself–yet alone another person. So pickup wasn’t on my mind that day. But somehow we started talking.

Maybe that fact it was a non-pickup, pickup made us each calmer about it all. The conversation lasted up to the checkout line, and then through it. I was surprised to find her outside, waiting for me. We had a quick coffee in the Starbucks in the same strip mall, but we both had frozen things needing to get home. She suggested we exchange numbers. I had no intention of calling her but went along.

She called me. “I knew you’d rationalize not calling me. I want you to take me to dinner tomorrow night.” I’m not a fool, I agreed.

Dinner lasted for hours; no awkward silences - plenty to talk about–divorce in common. As we got into the later hours a series of revelations surprised me.

“It is out of character for me to call a man.” she told me.

“You don’t seem shy.”

“I’m not. I’m a submissive. But I knew the age difference would inhibit you. So I went out of character and called.”

“I’m glad you did.” I told her. “Once, I wasn’t so inhibited.”

“I’ll bet you weren’t. What’s some crazy things you did, sexually?” she asked me, speaking low, seductively. She badgered me good naturedly until I told her that once upon a time, not much inhibited me. She drew from me a few brief tales of sex in public, in a nightclub’s bathroom, and of once not getting around to find out the girls name until after we’d fucked. I didn’t admit that most of those adventures had happened before she was born.

“That’s why I’m attracted to you.” she said taking my breath away, “Men my age get frightened so easily. They’ve been raised to respect women. We want that, but sometimes - I don’t know–maybe it is something in our primal nature, but sometimes we want the man to be too strong - domineering. We want to be a prize to the best warrior, or the most able hunter.”

Then seemingly afraid she’d spoken too bluntly and revealed too much, she asked to be taken home.

I was invited inside, but it was still safe for her. Her babysitter was there, a woman about halfway between Melissa’s age and mine. They went upstairs together to check on the baby, while I was to cool my heals in the living room.

Soon, the friend came back downstairs, carrying the sleeping baby, and a large changing bag. “Melissa wants me to take the baby home with me for the night. She’d like to see you upstairs.”

I walked up the stairs and heard her call “In here” I followed the sound to the open bedroom door.

Melissa was laying, face down on an small bench; her legs off the platform, her knees not quite touching the floor.

She was nude, except for a pair of panties, and they were pushed down, revealing her tight ass and shaved pussy, the first I’d seen outside of magazines.

Her arms were bound behind her and sticking into the air. She couldn’t have done it alone “How good a friend is that babysitter?” the thought passing through my mind.

“You’ve been abused by a woman…” she told me. “You haven’t let yourself feel anger. You know your role is to dominate, but you have played society’s new role for men and ignored natures’s role.”

“You need to heal.”

“Heal with me.” she added.

“The safe word is spinach. If you hear that, will you stop?”

Stunned, I nodded, but knew she needed to hear it. “Yes–I’ll stop. Are, are their boundaries?”

She laughed. “Boundaries - yes - but none I suspect you’ll reach tonight. No blood, no strong pain. I doubt you’ll hear me say the word.”

I stood there speechless.

She giggled, “You might want to get naked.”

That spurred me into action. I was out of my clothes in a second. I thought my days of fucking women might be over, certainly fucking women who’s ages began with a two certainly over. My rarely used cock sprang from my underwear as I shed them.

I walked slowly around her. Her eyes followed until I moved behind her head. She could turn to watch, but didn’t.

I reached out and let my fingertips touch her ass, almost as if I thought her a mirage that would disappear with my touch. Her ass was firm, and really there. My fingers became my hand. I was touching a firm, young ass. My fingers grazed her pussy–my mind telling me it was too early - another part telling me it didn’t matter. This wasn’t for her pleasure but for mine.

I found her pussy wet with her own juices. “Was she really turned on by this?”, I marvelled.

I walked around to her head. She moved her head from resting on one side, to looking straight ahead, her eyes fixated on my cock. I hadn’t even kissed this woman, and I was contemplating sticking my cock in her mouth. That seemed so wrong, but I did it anyway.

She seemed to be expecting it, and took it gamely, and expertly. I bent over and grasped her ass, and for a moment fucked her face with abandon. She moaned, but an excited moan–not an objection.

Feeling myself getting too close, I pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop. She strained forward, eager seeking my now slick, shiny cock.

“Yesterday, at the grocery store, I thought about following you to your car, and giving you a blow job right there in the parking lot.” she told me with amusement in her voice.

I walked around her again slowly, conquering my urges to go fast. “You like sucking dick.”

“Yours, yes.”

“Never anyone else’s.”

She laughed. “Only most guys I’ve been with.” she admitted.

I put my hand on her pussy, now even wetter. I started fingering it. I bent over her, the tip of my cock grazing her pussy. She gasped, expecting its entry. I leaned over her, my lips to her ear.

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

“For you.” she gasped.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes” My fingers were working her - so it too came out as a gasp.

“Tell me about the sluttiest blowjob you ever gave — you need to earn your fuck.”

“Define slutty.” I slapped her ass, hard. She let out an “ooh” that sounded more pleasurable than pain. I slapped her again.

“Ever blow a guy before you knew his name?”

“Yes”, she gasped, “my sister’s wedding. The best man was cute, very cute. I didn’t know him. I missed hearing his name. But at the reception…I danced with him, then told him I was drunker than I thought. Would he take me outside for fresh air? Ever the gentleman, he agreed.”

“We walked around the building, a fire station. We came back in through a different door. Down the hall was the reception hall. I kissed him, he kissed back.”

“Then what?” I urged.

“I pulled him into a supply closet. Our kiss was quick but hot and I had his pants open before it ended. I was on my knees, with his cock in my mouth. He was saying something. I didn’t hear.”

“He came in my mouth–I was 18. It was only my second blow job, and the first guy to come in my mouth. It happened before I knew it–I had to swallow or choke. I have swallowed ever since. He hitched up his pants and was gone.”

“I found him dancing with a woman. A small child came up to them while they were dancing–the spitting image of him and the woman he was dancing with. He was married.”

“I felt slutty, and tawdry.”

“And excited. I was back in that supply closet a half hour later with a very surprised boy my own age. He lost his virginity fucking me against the wall.”

I suddenly pushed my cock into her, and took two strokes before pulling out again. It was her reward for the story. I walked around her.

“Taste yourself, ” I commanded as I pulled her head to the right angle by grasping her hair and pulling. I pushed my cock again to her mouth.

I pulled out and grabbing her by the legs, pivoted her around.

Her shiny pussy was now in front of me.

I pushed my cock into her pussy.

The bench squeaked under us, as I pounded my cock into her. My hand filed itself with her hair, and I pulled her head back, as she gasped her air, and called out obscenities, and the names of deities and my name, but never, ever the safe word.

The bench rocked now, as I knew I was close. Efforts to prolong, to wait for her, were not in my mind as I felt the explosion building, then coursing through me, my ass muscles clenching, the energy blowing through from thighs through my ass and seemingly through my cock and into her.

I heard her gasping and knew she’d joined me. I reached over, and undid the strong velcro ties.

She came into my arms, weak, and a limp mass, moist with sex sweat. With my remaining strength, I picked up her and carried her to her bed, and laid down beside her.

That effort combined with the former, draining me totally.

Finally, I recovered, and found the younger woman lying beside me, a huge smile on her face.

“Not bad for round one.” she told me. “Now you choose something.” she said with a big smile.

“I’m going to need to call in sick to work tomorrow.” I thought as I reached for her.

Tags: Fetish, Story