Men I’ve Loved Fucking
The Other MILFs — Lee
God, I’d love you to make me airtight
Tori regales her therapist with selected highlights of her sexual history. This is part 12 of a 26 part episodic series; each chapter is a stand-alone story and will be published here on Tantalizing Tales each Wednesday. You can find them all here…
Doctor Bonner seems more relaxed this week. He’s still sitting side on to me, but he’s not hiding his crotch.
I plan to make him regret that. “Hi, doc.”
“Thank you for trusting me with another hour of your time, Tori. Who have you got for me this week?”
“I’ll start with Lee, but he needs a little backstory. He’s one of my oldest friends. I’ve known him since primary school, and his was the first cock I ever saw. You know how it is: I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
He doesn’t bite. “I think we all innocently explored our differences as children, Tori. Erm…it was innocent?”
“Geez, doc! Of course it was. When we were teenagers he had a crush on me, but he never said anything, not until I’d got myself a reputation. Then one night he asked why I’d let all those boys fuck me but I wouldn’t let him. I told him it was because he’d never asked. So he asked, and we fucked. It was perfect. Well, to be honest the sex was pretty mediocre, but his cock was a welcome surprise, and fucking me got the crush out of his system without ruining our friendship. And he got better at sex. A lot better. So we became fuckbuddies: sometimes we hang out, sometimes we get it on, but we’re always friends.”
He scribbles a few notes, then looks up at me with a hint of a smile. “I see. You have a pet cock.”
That’s not quite how I would have put it, but he has a point. “Yeah, except the thing is, he’s more than a fuckbuddy, really. He trusted me enough to share his secret kink with me, and I trust him enough to let him indulge it. We’ve got a ‘free use’ arrangement: my body is his, any time, anywhere… unless I’m busy, or I’m just not in the mood, in which case he can fuck off.”
Doctor Bonner’s eyebrows shoot up. “I see. I have to ask, without judgment: are you ever not in the mood?”
“Funny you should ask, doc…”
I watched a few Bob Ross videos one time, and I got the idea I could be an artist, so I ordered the cheapest watercolour starter set off Amazon. It was my impulsivity coming out again, like when I thought I could learn classical guitar. At least I got great sex out of my guitar lessons; not so much with my attempt at painting. I had fun, though.
As soon as my kit arrived, I took it down to the river. There’s a spot where bulrushes grow, and I wanted to paint them. I was going to be the Georgia O’Keefe of cock-shaped plants.
It took me about ten minutes to realise I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. Bob Ross used oils, and I didn’t know how to mix watercolours properly. My paint was too thick, my brush was too loaded, and my technique too slapdash. My ‘picture’ was a mess, and I was in a shitty mood.
Luckily, I got distracted: someone came up behind me, a hand grabbed my hair, tugging my head back, and I felt a big cock slap against my cheek.
I said, “Hi, Lee. Put it away before you get arrested.”
He said, “There’s no one else out here, Tee. I came down for a quiet afternoon’s fishing, but then I saw you sitting there. Give us a quick nosh, eh?”
It wasn’t the most appealing invitation, but he does have an appealing cock. If I hadn’t got the hump with my artistic failure, I might have said yes. “I’m busy!”
I gave his cock a quick consolation kiss, then stroked it while we chatted.
Lee’s never been the brightest hue in the palette. “What are you doing? Painting?”
“Obviously, dumbass. What do you think of it so far?”
“It’s bollocks, Tee.”
That was harsh, but he wasn’t wrong. “I’m still learning!”
“Okay, I’ll teach you something. You know what it needs? More white.”
“I haven’t got any white.”
He grinned. “I do. You want some?”
“Fuck it, you couldn’t do any worse than me. Go on, then: nut on it. But you can wank yourself off, while I watch. It’ll cheer me up.”
I did give him that ‘quick nosh’, but it was very quick, just so he had some lube. I turned my head, opened wide, and let him fuck my mouth, his knob prodding at my throat. I gagged around him until he pulled his cock back out, dripping with drool.
Watching him wank is always a joy: he has such a gorgeous cock. It’s not huge — although I tell him it is — but it’s long enough to make me wince if he’s too enthusiastic when we fuck, and it has this beautiful, shallow, upward curve. He knows to take his time when I’m watching: his cock is almost alabaster pale, and the contrast as his foreskin slowly covers and reveals his magenta crown is sublime.
But slow doesn’t work for him, not by itself. “Help me out, Tee. What have you got planned for tonight?”
“A threesome with Aidan and Ethan. They want to spit-roast me again.”
“And I didn’t get an invite? I could have taken whichever hole they don’t use.”
“I’d love that, Lee, but the twins take an end each because they don’t want their cocks too near to someone else’s. It would be hot, though. I’d have Ethan fucking me while I choke myself on Aidan, then I’d suddenly feel your greased-up monster prodding my tight asshole. I’d probably come just from the anticipation.”
He sped up, but I didn’t complain: another angler could come along any time, and I wanted him to finish.
“You’re missing out, Tee. I wouldn’t mind if my cock touched another guy’s; it might even be fun. And I would ruin your arsehole.”
“If it was up to me, I’d let you. God, I’d love you to make me airtight. Imagine, every hole aching as I’m stretched and filled and fucked, until all I can think about is cock, and being used, and how much of a dirty slut I am. Show me, Lee! Show me how dirty I am!”
I held my painting up, and he shot ropes of thick cum onto it. And onto my hand. “Hey! Careful!”
“You should lick that off, Tee.”
I could have, I suppose. But I wiped it on his trousers.
Doctor Bonner shifts awkwardly in his seat, his hands in his lap, crossed at the wrist. “So it was your first painting which was ruined, not your, um…”
“The painting was a mess, sure — it just looked like random blobs and splatters of colour — but it was kind of beautiful in its own way. I took it home with me, bought a frame for it, and hung it in my lavvy. I call it, ‘Jacked On Bollocks.’”
Doctor Bonner raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Really? Tori, how much of what you tell me is true?”
“All of it! I’ll bring that painting in next week, if you like. It dried out pretty quickly, and the cum flaked off, but you can still see the stains.”
He shakes his head. “There’s no need. I apologise for doubting you, but you do have an extraordinary lifestyle. Free use, for example: that’s a concept I’m aware of as pornographic fiction, but I hadn’t considered any woman might want it in reality.”
“I don’t, doc. It would be awful. But it’s like being Ian’s fucktoy: it’s a fun fantasy to play out with someone I trust.”
“I see.”
I don’t think he did see, but he will before I’m through with him. “So, shall I move on to the next story? I didn’t know his name when he fucked me, and I still don’t. I’ll call him Matthew. Matthew Hopkins.”
More next week!
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