I asked if he had enjoyed it, he said that was a bit of an understatement. I laughed and said how silly it was that we had done that but l still only knew him as Mr Watkins. He said his first name is Walter, l said l didn’t like that name and he agreed, l said l would think of another name to call him but l would stick with Mr Watkins when we were in work. He said did that mean that l was happy to see him again, l said that l hoped to as long as he wanted me. I’m sure he couldn’t believe his luck.
He asked if l was hungry, he said we could both go to a restaurant. I said yes as long as he wasn’t afraid his wife would see us. He said that she hated this town, she called it a cheap tacky place full of cheap tacky people, he said she only ever went to London for shopping. I asked if he wanted to pretend l was his daughter when we were out, he said more like Granddaughter. I giggled and said that in that case l would call him Grandad even when we were fucking.
I had to smile, he obviously like me talking dirty. He got dressed, l put on my top and skirt. I picked up what was left of my thong, l gave it to him and said he could keep it as a souvenir. He was embarrassed by that but still put it into his pocket. We went downstairs and out to his car, a gust of wind blew my skirt up and l giggled. His car was a Bentley, l had never been in a posh car like that. I commented that he must earn a lot of money in his job, he laughed and told me it was his firm, that he had kept the original name when he took it over. I thought to myself that this was even better, l was actually fucking the boss.
I got in the car, it was very luxurious, l told him my pussy was leaking and that l didn’t want to get his cum on the seat. He found some tissues and handed them to me. As we drove l made sure my skirt was hitched up so that he could see my pussy, l kept calling him Grandad and l could tell it was exciting him. I reached over and felt the front of his trousers, l said it felt like he was ready to fuck me again. I said it would be nice to do it somewhere more comfortable than on his desk.
He said that he owned a few properties in town and had just purchased a flat overlooking the river. He said it had been furnished ready to let out and if l liked we could go there after the meal, l said that would be lovely.
We drove out of town to a fancy restaurant, it was obvious they knew him there, l tried to be as decent as possible, trying not to make too much of an exhibition of myself. I was pleased that he didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all about being with me, l made sure people heard me calling him Grandad. The meal was superb, l had lobster, l’d never had it before and it was gorgeous, l drank a bit more wine than l should have and l was a bit giggly but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, as we walked back to his car he said l had been just wonderful.
We went to the flat, it is stupendous. It’s on the bank of the river looking across to open fields. The whole wall is glass, even in the bedroom. There is a bath right in front of the window, the bath looks like it’s made of glass and totally see through, l said how sexy it would be to be having a bath there, he said perhaps l could later.
I took my top and skirt off and was parading around the place naked on my heels. They were giving my legs a good shape and making me stand up straight showing off my tight bum and pushing out my boobs. He was sat in a chair watching me and l could tell he liked what he saw. I went over to him, taking hold of his hands and pulling him out of the chair, l told him l was horny and wanted to be fucked. He laughed saying l was outrageous, l replied, “No, just horny,” we both laughed.
We went through to the bedroom, l stood him by the bed and undressed him. He has a bit of a tummy but generally he looks in good shape. I took off his jacket and shirt, then undid his trousers. I sat him on the bed, removed his shoes and socks, then his trousers and underpants. I pushed him back to lie on the bed then climbed astride him, sitting on his tummy, l could feel his cock against my bottom.
I said l was going to give him the best fuck of his life, he said that the one we’d had earlier had been the best one of his life already. I leaned forward and offered him my tits, he sucked my nipples, switching from one to another. I reached behind me and held his cock, he was rock hard. I lifted myself up and guided his cock to my pussy then sank down onto him, he just lay there smiling at me as his hands went to my boobs, kneading them and rolling my nipples with his thumbs.
I rotated my hips slowly, pressing down on his cock, l didn’t want him to cum too quickly. I told him he had a beautiful cock, he asked how it compared with the other two older men l’d been with, l said that he was much the same as the married man but the older one had a massive cock. I saw a flicker of disappointment on his face, l told him l wouldn’t lie to him and that it wasn’t just about size, l said l was enjoying fucking him, that he was good fun.
He asked me if l would be prepared to make it a regular thing, l said l would be happy to if he wanted but that he had to realise that l would be fucking other men as well sometimes. He asked me if l would tell him about the other men fucking me, l said l would tell him if someone else had fucked me but probably not the details, likewise l wouldn’t tell anyone about him either. He said that was fair enough.
I also said that l would be happy to be his mistress but that l wouldn’t be one of those women who wanted constant attention. I said l would try to be available whenever he wanted me but l wouldn’t make any demands. “I don’t want money or presents,” l said, “l just enjoy sex and fucking you is fun”.
I hadn’t realised how strong he was but suddenly he picked me up and turned me over, still staying inside me, then there l was on my back with him above me, l could see the fire in his eyes and as he began to fuck me l met his thrust. “Oh yes please Grandad,” l said, l could tell he liked that. I carried on, telling him how l had always wanted him to fuck me, l said l used to put my teddy bear between my legs pretending it was him fucking me. My words were doing the trick as his thrusts got harder and faster, he was pummelling my pussy and it was beautiful.
I could feel my orgasm building and l knew l wouldn’t have to fake it, he was lasting much longer than before and l was almost afraid l would cum before him. I kept telling him how good it felt, that l wanted his lovely cock deep in my cunt, l wanted his spunk inside me. He cried out loud as he plunged into me one final time and came, l felt the heat of his cum and l came with him, my own juices flooding over his cock, it really was a beautiful fuck, not as violent as it had been with Grandad but it was still powerful. He was humping into me, l could feel his cock pulsating, l clenched my muscles to milk him, l could tell he liked that. Finally he collapsed, rolling off me onto his back, his chest was heaving as he gasped for breath. I followed him, laying my head on his chest, l could feel his heart beating.