Serena, oh my

If you didn't read my first, brief story about my new relationship with Serena, here's the background. I am white, 53, professional. Been married twice, divorced once and widowed within the last year or so. Serena is young, early 30s, black, tall, slender.

When we first met, I undeniably was attracted to her but was reluctant to make any move because she is so much younger than I. As we continued to meet (usually with other friends) our flirting was obvious, but my reticence always prevented me from doing anything. Finally, she asked me when was I going to ask her out on a proper date. A few dates, no action, she demanded to know what my intentions were. At that point I very obliquely told her that I was reluctant to enter any new relationships because of a "kink" I had which had always caused me a certain dissatisfaction with my marriages. Lo and behold, after many weeks, Serena was able to figure out my kink, and was willing to explore that avenue. Here then, is our most recent delve into that wonderful underworld we cuckolds yearn for.

It was during the workday Tuesday when I got a call from Serena, telling me she wanted to meet after work for a take, and a game or two of pool. She has always liked this place called Dave and Buster's. It is a combination bar, restaurant and pool hall. I have been to one D & B before, but never this one. As I was approaching, I noticed the surrounding area was full of gentleman's clubs. And I began to fantasize that Serena had something unusual planned for the evening. Little did I know how far this sexy, funny, attractive girl had come in the few months I had known her and shared my secret with her.

I arrived first, but she was only a few moments behind me. We sat at the bar for a few moments. It's a weird feeling for me. I am obviously older than she is so I am a tad self-conscious that everyone figures I am a sugar daddy or something. The fact that she is black and I am white might make me feel even more self-conscious, except I'd like to think the world is past all of that BS by now. I think I am also self-conscious because I think it is obvious to everyone that I worship this girl, and if I play my cards right, my average size cock is going to be jumping with delight before this night is over.

The night advances, we play some pool, eat some dinner, chat easily and casually about nothing and everything. That she makes me laugh, and I, her, delights me. As dinner nears it's end, Serena grows somewhat furtive, lowers her voice and reaches into her purse to give me something. She whispers she has a room key to a hotel, and she wants to meet me there later for a night of fun and frolic. She is going to give me some time to freshen up, and tells me she needs to run home quickly to check on her pets. I am happy to comply. Happy? No, that's not right. Eager, like a puppy dog. As I suspect is the case with most cucks, once we enter that head-space, our bodies grow weak, the heartbeat races and we lose touch with all reality, thinking only of what is to come. Even tho at this point I am not thinking I am going to get cuckolded in any way other than perhaps a roleplay type of thing once we both are ensconced in the hotel room.

The hotel is a nice one, a suite. I chuckle to myself upon entering. This room is not in Serena's budget, so I know that I will be reimbursing her for it immediately. I have to admit, some of the pleasure I am receiving from this relationship is the fact that I have lived longer, am presumably wiser, but definitely am at a stage where I have earned my keep financially and am able to afford her a better, easier life. She knows my tastes can not be sated by a local notel hotel. I live a good life. I am full of anticipation at the thought of being naked with this gorgeous, young creature.

I shower, get a feel for the room and text her that I am settled. She texts me back that she is on her way. I expect her within 30 minutes, if not sooner. But 30 minutes passes. I text, receive no response. I call, goes straight to voice mail. Not once, but twice. Maybe her battery is dead, I think. But, being a parent of two mostly-grown kids, I also think perhaps she has been in an accident, or something. I doubt this is the case, but it is in the back of my mind. With her not answering her phone, I realize there is nothing I can do but wait. I am tired, so I crawl into bed, wondering where she is.

I hear the door open, and I am relieved Serena is OK, and lightly angry that it took her so long to arrive. She finds me in bed, slinks over to me carrying a small bag. I tell her I was worried; she apologizes. Tells me she had to stop off for a quick fuck with Derick before coming over. I make her repeat this to make sure I am not dreaming. Yes, she confirms. She stopped off for a quickie.

In an instant, I bring her onto the bed with me, push her skirt up, slip her panties off and begin dining on her sweet, young, used pussy. My tongue is all over it, inside it, making sure to swing down to lick her ass as well. My breath is hurried, my moans gutteral. Serena laughs. I don't care. My cock is hard as a rock, and I am in heaven. If Serena had any doubts about my ability to handle this, they are rapidly being assuaged.

After a few moments, sating the natural within, I slink up her body. Tell me, I beg. Tell me all about the man you fucked. She tells me to slow down, and go pour her a glass of wine. Totally naked, without a thought, I scamper to the next room to pour this goddess a glass of chilled wine, all the while relishing the fact that she has taken this relationship to a whole new level.

Sorry--but I have to stop now. But I'll finish up soon, hopefully.
alamodom

Bravo!

While she sips her vino, and measures her response, the natural within arouses. I slide down her body, devouring her perky tits with the erect eraser nipples. First one, then the other. all the while she continues to sip her wine, observing me with a bemused attachment. That she seems unengaged with me only heightens my arousal, knowing I am worshipping her in a state of arousal that she doesn't share. With me anyway.

I am a hungry puppy, grinding my cock against the mattress while I suckle her, ever slowly moving toward her box which she has within the last hour given to another man. I've had the box. It is is tight, wet, young and sublime but I am pretty sure that tonight I won't experience it. We have played only once before as a cuck and cuckoldress. But on that night, the reward I received was not the inside of her sex but rather the use of my own hand while kissing, sucking and licking her feet. I suspected tonight there would be no real sex for me.

I move to her pussy, and begin softly kissing it. Not licking it as if to bring her pleasure. Kissing it as if to say thank you. I love it, I adore it, I am kissing it as if we are making out. But finally the hunger rises in me to where I have to eat, to dine, to bury my face inside, getting Serena's wetness all over my face. Am I getting his cum? I don't know. Again, as my cock hardens to its fullest five inches, I beg. Tell me what happened tonight? Did you suck his cock? Did you really fuck him? How many times?

I do not ask, but I suspect it is Derek. Her young, built black lover. Friends now, fuckbuddies by my invitation, they were in the past involved. Breaking up as friends, keeping in touch, Derek is now the Bull in our fantasies, our lives. Am I jealous? Only if I stopped to think about it, which I only do when my cock is twitching. Otherwise, Serena treats me well, lovingly. I am happy with her. The part of me who is a cuckold is ecstatic.

Yes, she says, I sucked him until he was hard. I was in a hurry. And yes, he fucked me. First, missionary, then I rode him until I came. Did he cum that way, I asked? Yes. And the words that followed stung--a little--and excited-- at the same the time. "The first time", she said. You fucked him twice? Yes. The second was doggie. Fast and furious. Then I left to come see you.

Guess what i did? Yes, I lapped more vigorously at her pussy, lapped like a dog. She told me to bark. I did. I howled. Woof, woof. She laughed. I would have laughed too, but I was busy. Eating, licking, rubbing my little cock, as she called it, on the bed. I was close to coming so I slowed down my humping.

"i brought you something", she said. She opened up the bag she had brought in, and pulled out a little skirt and panties and told me to put them on. I was happy to oblige the request in spite of the embarrassment. The skirt did not cover my ass or my erection. My little head popped out of the panties.

"Dance for me" , Serena ordered. I am white. Dancing is not my thing. It was silly, stupid, embarassing. But I did it. I shook my ass like a stripper, grinded my hips. All the while she smirked while sipping her wine. My dream was coming true. How quickly this young, hot girl had discovered the ways to ensnare and humiliate and sate me.

Finally, thankfully, she told me to stop. Told me to get on the bed and keep myself hard. She left to go to the bathroom. Upon returning, she lowered herself over my face. "Clean me", she said. And so it began. I lapped at her hungrily, cleaning her where she had released her golden nectar, wondering where this would eventually lead. While doing this, back and forth between her pussy and her ass, she told me to stroke my dick. Don't stop, she said. And I didn't until I released.

She sat on me for a few more seconds while I lazily licked her. Finally she rolled off, asked me if I enjoyed myself. Then, we lolled together tenderly in bed until we drifted off to relax. She fell first, while I lay in bed pondering my good fortune, content in the knowledge that I was indeed willing to go as far as she willing to take me. I wondered who might blink first.
alamodom

Excellent story, can't wait to read more.