Finding an Older Mistress and then spending three days with her by bijohn4both

I know at 18, there is a not a rich history sexually to go on, but I have been exploring for some time. I have been sexually active since I was 14 with my two best friends in the world. Yes they are both guys, but that does not make me gay. I have always jacked off to erotic stories, whether they be straight sex or bi sex, or about lesbians or whatever. I Just love the sensuality of it all. I loved looking at videos of bigger women too, and their pictures, mmm their big tits swaying and so inviting for me to latch on to – suckle, mmmmm. over the last two years I have had a girl friend too, but being a year younger than me and somewhat flat chested, I have always missed what I was looking for. I am tall, thin, athletic, and not bad to look at, but I just can’t seem to approach the older women that drive me nuts! Online is safe, but there are so many game players. When on my profile I put down that I am bi, it is mostly old men that want to suck me off, and sometimes the promise that their wife will be there too to fuck, but on the two meetings that I have had, well you guessed it, the woman was not there. The one time I let the guy suck me, but that was all, I wasn’t really into him so I did not want to suck him, but the other guy I just walked out of the hotel room and didn’t look back. Am I wrong to not stick around if they guy lied to me in the first place?

But here I was, driving to HER place and thinking how wild this long weekend would be, so wildly fucking exciting. My mind drifted from one thing to another. I did not know how a switch could be a Dominate one day then a submissive the next. I am pretty sure of my thoughts that a Dom is a Dom and sub is a sub, it is in their nature to be one or the other, and any attempt to cross over would just end up in the realm of role-playing. Even though I said I would take a “submissive role” for this weekend – I know my mind – and I would look to take control. I had read a lot about Dom/sub relationships – about BDSM and I knew what turned me on, I knew also how I was with my friends, I was always the one that was going to take control, but this woman, our conversations, her age, her experience, they all teased me and somehow I knew she was real. ( I was HOPING that she was real) This weekend was looking different and I was going to test some limits. But still my mind wandered. I wondered if I could make a good submissive for the long weekend like we planned, I wondered about being hurt, or humiliated, if I could keep myself in check and not lash out or be upset. I knew that things were different with other people, hell, there were people that could speak different languages in the same sentence. When I asked most of them they said they thought – in the language they spoke and it could snap back and forth instantaneously. I had no knack for languages so I had a hard time understanding this trait. My mother could speak 6 different languages and she said sometimes she dreamed in one of the other languages. I never asked if ever people in her dream spoke one language and she answered back in another – but anyway, this was my example of how I can’t judge others by myself, because people thought differently, they were motivated differently and their mind worked differently than mine. I thought about other times that I had let myself get into what others might have thought of a submissive role. I have been handcuffed – I have been ass fucked by friends and my girl friend both, but it seemed as if I was still in control of these situations. I thought Sara my girl friend who I had her fuck me with a strap on I bought it for her, I wanted to teach her how a man felt (well as much as possible) She had seen me with Steve and David, and always thought it was erotic how we all fucked, but I wanted her to know. I thought it would make our shared time that much better if she really could put herself in my shoes – she was of a submissive nature and wanted to please and to give, but how was she to know what to give unless she knew my perspective. So I was teaching her, leading her, and also I was enjoying the fucking great feeling of having my ass stretched and pumped by the girl I loved.

But this was different, well I was hoping it was going to be different, even if it wasn’t, it was going to be fun. She was so confident, so sexy in our banter on the computer and on the phone. She said she wanted me to please her for the weekend, and she wanted to take me. She loved that I was young, and that I came jacking off to her photos that she sent me, but how could I not – her 43 year old body was my DREAM – her big breasts, her inviting face, her soft but womanly curves, (excuse me I am getting hard again just thinking about her) – And trust me, my cock got hard every time we talked, but then again, sexy talk always got me going. I was trying not to get myself worked up too much, some people are GREAT at talk, but this was going to go beyond talk, we were going to meet and I committed to stay the long weekend at her house out in the country. I guess if we really did not click I could always just excuse myself, but I was looking forward to being in bed with her. My God, her body drove me nuts. Her body was strong, not something that would be able to break – we could have Hot passionate animal sex and it would be good, I was thinking the thoughts of how our bodies would sweat and we would drive our selves beyond trying to outdo the other, in a competition of sexual endurance. I had told her I did not cum fast, and sometimes that honestly has had some drawbacks. There is never a quickie for me if you want me to cum. I don’t mind quick grabs and sexual touch. But I know it took Sara some time to know that it wasn’t her, that I really did LOVE fucking her, and eating her and doing all that kind of stuff, I did not cum fast and it wasn’t because she was not doing something right for me. I guess for a submissive that got her head wrapped about the fact that she was not pleasing could be devastating, but she learned. Sometimes I was not rock hard – but still thick and hard, but hard none the less and that I would have to push myself to a point where I would explode and let my focused energy escape – and that was how I came. Again I think it had to do with control. Getting head took me a long long time to cum – by receiving head I was a not the one that was in control, I was receiving, not in control of the manipulations, but I LIKED getting head, but then I would like to get to the next level and have my hard cock pumping. And the way I liked to push hard needed someone strong enough to take the pounding I would give to her pussy or her or his ass. This weekend showed a lot of promise. I thought or us as two tigers in a cage going for dominance, I was open to giving in to her, but she had to earn it from me. I could play the game, but I wanted the winner to be REAL not a game.I pulled into the house; it really was out in the country – sort of a baby farm, and off the road apiece. I saw her in her door way, leaning up against the door with her arms folded and relaxed as she saw my car driving down the dirt road that led to her home. I got out and she said come in, leave your bags, and then she disappeared into her home.

As I entered her home, and took off my sunglasses it still took a moment for my eyes to adjust, because it was so bright outside and the only light in the house was ambient light that seeped into the room from the windows that were covered with some opaque shades.

She was there in a white terrycloth robe, not too short to be sexy on purpose, but her body just made it sexy all the same. She smiled warmly at me and welcomed me with a hug and a peck of a kiss on the lips. “You made it, I was wondering when you would get here.” She pointed to the couch and I sat down obediently. She handed me some lemonade that was sweating the glass as much as I was just fantasizing that we might be doing later. “First I want to say that I am happy that you came,” she said with the most inviting smile. She sat down in the chair across from me, not sitting in a way that was revealing any more then what would be totally appropriate. “I want to let you know though, I have been thinking a lot about our conversations and you make me hot, and I promise I won’t hurt you, but you will have some pain, but it won’t be too bad, are you up to it?” I nodded smiling back at her, thinking to myself that I was tough, and I could take anything she could dish out. “I want you to call me “Mistress” over the weekend.” “Yes Mistress,” I said thinking to myself that just a word will not make it so, but I am playing and enjoying, having her this close, knowing that soon we would be fucking, because that is why I was here after all, to make passionate sex with this hot woman. I was horny for her and she knew it. I was aware that I could of been her son age wise, but she was treating me like an equal and I was loving that.

Her dog lopped in, he was a big dog, but not too big. He had a big old grin on his face and padded right up to me to get some attention. I let him sniff my hand first and then he nuzzled in right away to get some pets on his head, He jostled my drink a little, but I like dogs, and he was ok with me, but then he put his nose right in my crotch. I guess dogs like to know who you are and that is OK in their culture, and I guess I had been sweating just a bit from the long drive in the hot sun. I gently pushed him away but he came back time and time and then my Mistress got up and took him by his collar and led him away towards the kitchen and I head the door open and knew the dog was let out. When Mistress bent down to take her dog’s collar though I did get a glimpse of some cleavage and it did tease me. She smelled so nice too, I could tell that she had just showered and oiled or moisturized her skin just a little bit before I arrived.
“I am sorry about that, he is a friendly dog, and he just does get excited though” my Mistress was saying as she entered back into the room with a pitcher of the same lemonade I was drinking to refresh my glass. “Do you have any questions for me?” “What would you like me to do first Mistress?” She almost laughed, “Ok now, I just wanted to set some expectations, I want this to challenge you, but I want you to know you will be safe too.” Hahn echoes of my own words I heard as if I was talking to a submissive myself. “Thank you Mistress, I am sure you will take care of me, and I am eager to take care of you too!” At this she did laugh. “You will take care of me when I (she punctuated the “I”) want and desire it. We have some work to do before you get that pleasure.” I was getting nice and thick at this teasing, this is like our phone conversations, full of confidence on both side, but still a challenge, not degrading, no role playing, just real people, figuring out how to deal with each other knowing that pleasure was going to be a goal, that this should be fun, but also work at the ART of what this was as well. “I understand Mistress”, I said.