"I have a chef who usually comes on monday to prepare an array of meals for the week."

I quickly got on the stool in his kitchen, looking for nothing in particular. I never knew I was unconsciously manifesting my next move.

"Interesting.." I said, turning my bubble butt his way so he has a better view of my pussy lips.

"What are you doing up there? I thought we could sit and have a bite to eat first. I'm starving, and moreover I feel like a very bad host obliging you to help make dinner" he said as he leaned up and plucked me off the stool.

I let myself be as he helped me down he brought me against him, it was so close, very close to himself to the point my nipples rubbed against his macho rock hard chest through the cotton night wear he got me that evening.

I moaned softly at the electric sensation of his nipples kissing his chest through my nightie.

My breasts were tangible, so tangible enough that I didn't bother wearing any piece of clothing or brassier underneath, but this meant he could almost see my hungry brown nipples through my nightie.

My nipples were hard from all the naughty things I had been thinking as we had been up in each other's faces all day and I knew he had felt them brush against his chest. I was very sure of that.

Damn, I imagined the rhythm of his strokes when he would be deep inside me, combined with his masculine appeal and by gracious goodness lord, i was dripping wet and slippery down there.

I stood next to him, and for a moment we just stared at each other like he was reading the forbidden pages of my mind.

To add to the drama, I reached and lifted my wavy dark hair off my neck and fanned my nape giving him a lush premium view of the roundness of my breast.

He openly watched as my breasts jiggled while I fake fanned myself.

"Is your Air conditioner on?" I asked.

"Yes it is but at a low volume, I can go turn it up if you want?" He asked, his small eyes actually looked and washed all over me. It felt as though my fanning was having no affect.

"Okay please, turn it up" I said, salaciously and very weakly, like a dying cat.

This was more me manifesting a raunchy fantasy I had been daydreaming about; to have a proper man fuck me to the deepest depth of eternal damnation on a luxurious kitchen island.

Charles was that man.

It was this fantasy that had got me through those long lonely nights writing tasteles blog posts and wishing I had gone to beg Richard so we could go back to the era of fucking my brains out. Was I on glue or was something going to happen.

I watched him walk off to the sitting, his nicely muscle ass squeezing the tempting black shorts he had on. How can a man in his fourties be this hot?

After we had dinner, we went back to the sitting room and he switched on his Netflix while I prayed to the gods of those ferocious twitter netflix and chill, to give me this one night of bliss.

We were barely a few minutes into the movie, when I stylishly snuggled up his open arms, he smelt like heaven. Jeez!

He poured me a glass of wine, while I was still snuggled up his tree trunk thighs, I could the print of his semi erect dick but acted like I had seen nothing.

This whole time my vagina throbbed endlessly.

A particular scene came on screen, a passionate one, and it was though we were working in motion together, when I looked up and next minute, our lips were tightly pressed against each other.

I moaned into his mouth like a dirty little slut and pulled away, apologizing for my mistake. He did not respond.

We ate the small chops on the table, saying little next to nothing, but enjoying the silence. It wasn't awkward, maybe cause we were total strangers get to know each other through a mutual figure (olivia); it was more of a lazy arousal, as we both knew what the other was thinking.

He knew what I was think, and at this point I was certain that he knew that I knew what was going through his mind and I was just waiting for him to be the man.

To take charge and batter this pussy beyond redemption.

It felt as though I was reliving a dream, I was curled up in this man's arms.

I watched closely as he took a generous sip of his wine, and then he pulled me onto his lap. Bringing his lips to mine, he gradually shared the drink with me, directly from his mouth and then sucked the softness of my lips into his warm mouth.

We carried on like this, I did not know how long, I was too engrossed in the act that I did not give a damn about the time that swept by, so we continued in that motion until the bottle was half empty, and by then, I was floating on cloud nine. His hands were gliding over my shoulders, collarbones, and scooping my breasts when, all of a sudden, he playfully tipped me onto the couch.

"You are such a naughty girl", he said, smacking my face and spreading my legs. I landed on my back with a soft huff, feeling him settle on top of me.

Using the palms of his hands, he began to work on my breast and then moved down my stomach. After days of dreaming for this moment and hours of waiting for him to make the first move, this was pure bliss, and I was going to enjoy the best of it. Despite his imposing giant stature, he was incredibly gentle in a way that had me begging for his ruthlessness. He clearly knew his way around: a gentle suck here, a push there, and soothing circles everywhere, his fingers were actively at work deep inside my warm spot. I found myself sighing repeatedly, lost in the moment.

Eventually, the sensation became almost too much to bear. I arched my hips and nudged him off me, laughing at the astonished look on his face.

This man was a god!

"You are not enjoying what I'm doing to you?" He asked.

"No. I do. I love it. I just have other plans," I tried to say.

"Well over here, I call the shots and don't ever interrupt me while I am working my way around you" He commanded, his voice was so sexy, I was trembling from the brewing sweet sensation in my pussy.

In one strong pull at my nightie, everything went flying towards him.

Pangs of embarrassment engulfed me as his eyes absorbed the netty pieces of clothing covering my vagina.

He dug the two forefingers of his right hand inside my pussy, and pulled me to himself, it was rough, mindly painful but I loved that he disregarded my pussy the way he did.

He ripped my net pants off my crotch with his left hand while his right hand explored ferociously my willing walls.

Then he pushed me back on the couch and got on top of me. I wanted to die at the crushing weight of this man on top of me. It felt wicked to be completely naked with him still fully clothed on top of me.

But like he had instructed, he was in charge and I was to submissively let him lead.

I even welcomed the idea.

The whole concept of me being ferociously devoured by this ultra-masculine man who seemed to know the right places to touch.

"Fuck me already, daddy. Please" I whispered.

Slap!

I felt his palm connect to my cheeks and watched him signal me to shut the fuck up and not make a single sound. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes narrowed.

It stung me so bad, but I deserved it for being a dirty dick hungry slut.

"Do it again" I said.

And this time, he almost knocked the air out of me with my head whipping side ways.