The can of worms, #1 of a series

She was very distracted that day & not accomplishing what she needed. Damn that fucking pervert!!! Who’d he think he was? He was nearly twice her age and speaking to her in a way that seemed unintentionally intimidating. She was really annoyed about that. At the same time he was sickeningly sweet. Where’d he get off? She still couldn’t believe he asked her for her number. But she was less shocked that she gave it to him. He had caught her off guard. He was the type who had a handsome & innocent looking face. He was somewhat a regular at her store & started off w/friendly smiles and what she thought to be innocent flirting. But that day, something set him off & she didn’t remember giving him any signals. Hell, she figured he was married- but never bothered to look for the ring. And then out of nowhere he came around the counter & started shooting the shit with her. “I could just talk to you all day” he told her. “Yeah that’d be nice” she replied (inferring that she’d rather not be working). And that’s when he said “well, give me your number & I’ll call you sometime”. So fucking confident!
And then he called the next morning at 7:30 as if it was their little routine. She mentioned she’d rather still be in bed instead of on her way to work and he imparted that “that was a lovely picture”- seeing her lying in bed all day (the last part was his attempt at trying to come across innocent. “You’re such a sweetie; I could talk to you all day” (yeah right, talk, she thought)
Now the age difference wasn’t necessarily an issue for her. She had casually fucked a couple of guys who were 30 years her senior- and it was good! In fact, that was the biggest turn on with this guy. He was a smug pervert. Well she’d show him! She accepted his invitation out for dinner and coolly suggested sushi as the main course. “I hear that’s an aphrodisiac for some people” he said over the phone. She could tell he had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Yeah, I’ve heard that too” she replied noncommittally. Then the rest of the day she wrestled over the idea of calling it off or not. It had been two years since she last had sex- if you didn’t count that random guy she met at a singles’ party who butt-fucked her after they got trashed together- which she didn’t.
She was trying to change her ways. Being a slut had its perks, but it was getting time she started taking life more seriously. Besides all the risks, she figured she should try & re-virginize herself in case she met Prince Charming. She didn’t want to blow it by casually fucking the wrong guy, who in this case would be Mr. Right.
But this guy was no Mr. Right. He was too old to be taken seriously, even though he was handsome and ran his own successful painting & landscaping business. He even seemed well educated and socially on the up and up. But no, if she went out with him tonight, it was because she wanted to fuck. She needed to fuck!!! She would be fucking him if she went out tonight. So she debated whether breaking her abstinence would be worth it. “Ah, fuck it” she thought. “I’m doing it. And who knows? Maybe we won’t…” she tried fooling herself.
Later that night, he picked her up at the coffee shop near her house. (She did NOT want him to know where she lived- he blew that privilege when he called her at 7:30 in the morning- possible stalker material). She was dressed appropriately sexy in a teasing yet revealing way: a v-neck red shirt w/a skirt that went to her calves & had a very high slit. He of course complimented her and seemed to have a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. At one point, he gently caressed her knee briefly when laughing at one of her wry little jokes. Fuck! That made her wet!!! Man, it had been too long.
They enjoyed their sushi and ample amounts of sake & Kirin. She introduced him to ‘sake-bombs’ which he seemed to enjoy thoroughly. She showed off her chopstick skills by feeding him a piece of sashimi. The date was a bit over the top in a cheeky way, but she was having fun. She ignored his blatant remarks about what a sweetie she was. What the hell did he know? Obviously not much if he thought she was a sweetie. They closed down the restaurant and he drove her back to his place.
He gave her a tour of the house, including the bedroom. He made his remark again about how he could just talk to her all day. The timing of the comment was perfect because she was passing her hands along the clothes in his closet. At that moment, she got an idea and grabbed a necktie. “Is that really what you wanna do to me all day” she asked with a suggestive little smirk on her face.
He was actually taken aback- she figured from the suggestive body language she was using with the tie. He regained his composure and fell into his role appropriately. “Well, only if I had no other options” he smugly answered.
“Well, you get options, but they are going to be very limited… but, not to talking- take off your shirt…” she held back any other orders. She didn’t want to put him off. As he fumbled w/his buttons, she lifted her shirt off and slowly made her way toward him. The tie was tucked into her skirt. She grabbed the back of his hair gently & pulled him into her to kiss him. They kissed for a while standing up. He was actually a good kisser- she was pleasantly surprised. She took the tie & wrapped it around his neck & pulled him to the bed. She climbed up and backed away from the edge making him crawl toward her. He started at his zipper and she gently scolded “uh, uh uhhh- you let me take care of that”. “I don’t think so- little one” he replied & pulled his pants down, leaving his boxers on. It was just as well- since she would have had more trouble pulling them off herself. With the tie hanging down from his neck, he pushed her down on her back and started to reach up her skirt. “Wow! A garter belt and nothing more! Aren’t you a naughty girl?” he was very excited. “You don’t know the half of it old man.” Noticing his grin falter, she continued… “Aww, what’s the matter daddy?? Did the naughty little girl hurt your feelings?? Let me see if I can make it up to you”. She took his hard-on into her hand, visibly pleased with its size & girth, and guided him over on his back. She kissed it softly, then licked the tip & began to suck on it, bobbing up and down. He grabbed her hair without pulling or pushing. She took both his hands & started to tie them above his head, using one of the poles in his headboard to keep them up. His willingness only confirmed how confident & perverted she suspected him to be. This pissed her off but turned her on even more. Oh yes, she would show him. “Would a sweetie tie you up big daddy?” He just answered with a hard-on knocking on her stomach and a big dumb grin. She took off her bra revealing her pierced nipples. “What about these? Do you know any sweeties with these pretties, daddy?”
To her shock he answered “When I’m untied, I’m gonna beat you like your daddy you little sexy bitch”. This nearly made her cum all over his stomach right then. With that she lifted up her skirt, revealing her freshly shorn, dripping wet pussy to him. “Does this make you hungry daddy? Do you wanna eat my sweet peach?”
“God, yes!” He was very sexually stymied at this point- which was exactly what she wanted. She hovered over his face & watched him crane his head up toward her pierced, dripping wet lips. As she lowered, his tongue darted expertly toward her clit, and started sucking and pulling at her gently with his teeth. She came loudly and juices ran down his face. With that she pulled away & landed perfectly on his cock. AH!! It had definitely been too long!! Her pussy sucked on it with a mind of its own- not wanting to let go. It was so tight & enclosed that her stroking up and down made her scream out in ecstasy for more. He was moaning and grunting- his eyes were wide open as if surprised at how tight and wet she was. As she sat up to straddle him she placed her hands around his neck and started to squeeze.
The stunned look on his face made her cum quickly once more. He tried to protest and pulled at his straps, but that only tightened his bondage- she knew what she had been doing. She used his neck as leverage for pulsing up and down. He was torn between extreme pleasure and uncertainty tinged with fear. She expertly gyrated her hips while keeping a firm grip on his adam’s apple. He was turning red and a then shade of violet as his cock began to throb- the unmistakable sign that he was going to shoot his load. Her pussy was hungrily feeding on the wild throbbing of his cock, sucking on it as if nursing it for what it was about to swallow. As he finally spurted what felt like to be a quart of cum, he made himself pass out by trying to scream out with his release, unable to gasp under her grip. His eyes rolled up in his head & he fell back like a man who had just been shot.
Exhausted, she lay forward on him for a minute. She then peeled herself off making a gurgling sucking sound between their crotches. She loosened his ties and climbed off the bed. She used the bathroom and left him a note thanking him for the good time, signing it ‘sweetie’. She pulled her skirt down and put her shirt back on- her shoes never came off. She took a 20 from his wallet for cab-fare and let herself out. “Let’s see what that smug son of a bitch has to say about that” she thought. She then considered this evening to be worthy of interrupting a prolonged period of abstinence (besides of course, the butt-fucking, which is another story entirely). However, part of her was worried this may be the first of the worms to crawl out of the open can. She could feel her old mojo returning and hoped she’d sleep off this renewed sense of lust, sex & empowerment before she woke the next day.