Sexual Awakening Post Nasty Divorce

I went upstairs instead of using the bathroom that was on the main floor because I hadn't planned on meeting anybody; never mind bringing someone back to the house to fuck. I wanted to tidy up my room because it screamed bachelor on the best of days--but more importantly I had some manscaping I needed to take care of--because it had been a while since I'd been with anybody for sexy time (besides Palmela Handerson and the five finger twins) so I had a bush that would put a vintage porn-star to shame. The 70's were a special time in history where no one gave a fuck; there was smoking in hospitals, untamed pubes everywhere, and sexually harassing midgets at the workplace was not only socially acceptable--but encouraged! However we've come a long way in personal hygiene since that golden age... so I had to make myself presentable for my sexy guest.

I quickly undid my jeans and dropped my pants so I could trim the jungle between my legs while giving myself a pep-talk. I was nervous as fuck because Kristin was an extremely sexy woman, and she was also incredibly forward so I was almost certain that the vanilla routine I'd mastered with Natasha wouldn't impress her. My pep talk was less than helpful and I was starting to get performance jitters because I was putting doubts in my head as I was overthinking the situation (thus feeding my insecurities).

I slapped my face, then I misted myself with some cologne as I convinced myself; "You've got this; you're a sexual dynamo!" After my pep talk and impromptu grooming session I ran downstairs, then as I got to the bottom I turned the corner to go to the basement to let Kohl up--but I seen Kristin sitting on the kitchen island facing me. She was perched with her feet up so I had a perfect view up her skirt; and the sexy vixen was putting on a show as she was slowly and methodically rubbing herself while playing with her clit.

"Oh, you were taking a while so I decided to start without you... do you like what you see?" Kristin asked. I had to wipe the drool from my chin while my cock took control and was walking me towards the epic exhibit--thinking her showcase was an invite to come play. "No! Go let the dog out... we'll have plenty of time to explore each other later; that was just a preview.." Kristin explained as she snapped her legs shut and hopped off the counter to blow me a kiss.

I couldn't believe what was unfolding in front of me. "You're TROUBLE my dear... I like your style, but doing that, then denying me access is NOT fair!" I explained as I turned and went downstairs--trying to tuck my now obvious hard-on up so my belt could hold it back. I reluctantly went to free Kohl instead of following the demands of my cock to go into the kitchen, and once I rejoined Kristin she had poured drinks for the three of us.

"Oh the dog can't drink his out of a glass without spilling it; you can just put his in a bowl!" I explained as I laughed and walked over to grab Kohl a bowl, then dumped his shot into it before giving it to Kristin (so she could in-turn give it to the dog). We said cheers, then the three of us downed our drinks before me and my new friend laughed and chatted about the dog and his drinking problem.

Eventually we made our way upstairs to the bonus room (my living room above the garage) where I turned on the TV that was connected to my elaborate home theatre stereo system and put on some music that immediately caught my sexy guest's attention. Kristin began dancing around, then said "Ok Mr.Complicated, I believe you owe me a dance!" And with that she grabbed my hand so she could pull me towards her.

"You don't understand I don't dance... sorry... I *can't* dance... I have no rhythm!" I explained rather sheepishly.

Kristin immediately put her hands on my hips to pull my body tight against hers; pushing her ample tits against my chest while causing us to sway back and forth rather slowly to the music that was playing. "This isn't so hard, is it?" Kristin asked before she moved her arms up around my neck, then looked into my eyes and asked; "So Mr.Bossman; tell me what's so complicated about your situation?"

Ok, I'm usually a really confident guy; in fact I have so much confidence that I'm overly cocky, and that feeds my charismatic personality--but having to admit I couldn't dance, and now feeling like I had to explain my relationship (and ultimately being cheated on) I felt like I was back in the principal's office in Montreal--waiting to explain my forgery in first grade! "It's a long story... I was with a chick from a really young age, then when I opened my shop and I started working long hours we drifted apart. Ultimately I found out she was cheating, and things got messy because she got greedy... so I became vengeful... I've been kinda jaded and gun-shy ever since, flirting is one thing, but dealing with actual emotions scares me..." I explained as I moved my hands down to Kristin's skirt so I could grab her ass!

"You can drift?!?" Kristin asked with great enthusiasm; thus breaking up the rather serious tone that was heavy in the air (and I instantly smiled). "Breakups can be hard... especially when there's money and hurt feelings involved. I don't understand people who don't just end things instead of sinking to cheating--but she made a big mistake, and her loss is my gain... I don't know what will come of this, believe it or not I don't make a habit of going home with random guys from the bar, especially ones who've been kicked out for fighting! But when I seen you down at Coyotes there was something that drew me to you; I understand being hurt and unsure about getting back out there, but pain is part of the game of love, and you can't win if you don't play! I left a group of about twenty girls that were celebrating a bachelorette because something about you stood out from all the other guys in the bar. When you turned me down and tried to leave without me I knew that you weren't all about sex; you put on this front like you're some gruff thug and you don't care about anyone, but seeing you tonight, in your element with your friends, and seeing how you guys all look out for one another--that was what made me decide to leave with you so we could have sex..." Kristin divulged, then she pulled my head down to her level so she could kiss me on the forehead before she gave me an amazingly passionate kiss with a tight embrace.

Ok that was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me; and I think it's the first time my friends have been seen by someone outside our group the same way I viewed them--as family. Kristin's analysis was dead on, and almost scary in how she seen right thru my bullshit and ego... Oh, and did she just say that we were going to have sex?!? I mean I kinda knew we were headed there, but I've never been with a woman who was so forward and announced it! My head was now a flurry of thoughts and analytics as I was trying to process what'd just been said. Me and Kristin continued our make out session and my hands explored her body until one of them found its way back under her skirt--and I again started tracing my fingers along her noticeably wet slit!

Kristin broke away from my lips and started to purr. "I've been so wet ALL night! You're an incredibly sexy fellow Mr.Bossman! You have that tall, dark, and handsome thing going for you, and it doesn't hurt that you're ripped... take your shirt off and get down on your knees... I want you to play with my clit the same way you did my bellybutton ring with your tongue when we were back at the party!" Kristin demanded; but Instead of obeying my forward friend's orders I just stood there with an expressionless look on my face and a blank stare. I think all the blood from my brain had travelled down to my penis; thus impeding my cognitive ability! "You don't like a woman being in charge and her telling you what to do?" Kristin asked with an authoritative tone.

Her question instantly stopped my overthinking and snapped me out of my daze. "Oh I don't mind women in charge; I actually think that could be a lot of fun.. I'm sorry, this is going to sound really weird... but I've never really been with a woman who knew what she wanted in bed, never mind one that came right out and asked me for it... I'm TOTALLY down with you calling all the shots; your forwardness combined with the request just caught me off guard. In my last relationship our sex-life was almost comatose so I've just gotta get my head in the game... it sounds like a good time tho! I'll listen to your orders going forward; I'm really sorry, I'm just new to all this!" I explained as I tried to wrap my head around how much confidence Kristin had, and her ability to be so open.

"Here's the deal Bossman; first you need to stop apologizing--this isn't an interview, and if it were, you've got the job! We're both sexual beings.. Nobody knows what gets me off better than ME! So it's not fair for me to say 'let's fuck' and expect you to ring my bell when I'm giving you no guidance... I'm a pretty open minded gal, I'll try pretty much ANYTHING once, as long as we're communicating, but I need to hear more from you than 'oh that feels good' or 'ride my cock.' If you want me to blow you I'd be glad to oblige; I just want you to tell me how you like it.. You want your balls licked while I jerk you off? No problem; but I'm not a mind reader, so just tell me! The flip side of this is that I know exactly what I like; if I'm feeling like getting fucked hard from behind--and I want my hair pulled--I'll tell you to do it. If I want my ass smacked, I expect a nice handprint left behind... the only thing I ask for is respect, and for you to give it your all! leave it all on the field as the sports teams say... I don't like being degraded; but I love hearing how horny I make you, and all the dirty things you want to do to me! No means no, and my safe word is pumpernickel; unless you hear that you can use me like a fuck doll.. Make sense?" Kristin asked as she reached out and let her fingers trace the bulge in my pants.

I stood in front of her in amazement and nodded with a smile before leaning down to give Her a kiss. "You're one special chick Kristin!" I said in amazement.

Just then she pushed me back, "Don't make me repeat myself mister; what have you been told to do?" She asked; then shot me one of the sexiest looks I've ever seen! I took a step back and pulled my shirt up over my head before tossing it on the couch behind my sexy master. As I threw my shirt she reached out to touch my bicep where she traced her fingers across my pecks, then down over my abs (as I flexed to emphasize my six pack).

"Jesus I see why they bring you out to do the fighting, you look like one of those models that poses with puppies in calendars that teen girls have hanging on their bedroom walls!" She exclaimed before coming close enough to run her tongue around my nipple. Suddenly Kristin grabbed my shoulders and began pushing me down to my knees. "I'm in charge, you don't cum until I say so... do you understand?" Kristin asked in an extremely authoritative tone. I nodded my head in agreement, then tugged her skirt down so it fell to the floor, giving me an unobstructed view of that glistening pussy that had been calling and teasing me all night...

I got closer to Kristin then started kissing everywhere (except where she wanted) and as my nose got near the apex of her groin the intoxicating smell of her excitement was a massive turn on! "You're such a fucking tease!" She moaned as she grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her crotch where she wanted it. The sudden invasion caused my nose to part her lips; and in an attempt to get some control of the situation I reached out with my tongue so I could lap up her sweet juices!

"Stand up and take the rest of your clothes off you gorgeous man!" My sexy master commanded--then she walked over to sit on the couch with her legs far apart as she massaged her most intimate of areas. You know the sound that Kraft-dinner makes when you stir it? Well Kristin was so turned on that same erotic tune was coming from between her legs as she massaged her mound then sunk her fingers past her lips! I did exactly as I was ordered and removed my jeans; I was excited so my member was fully erect by this point and it sprung out as I freed it from my boxers, then let them drop to the floor to join my jeans.

"Come here... I want to taste that beautiful cock--but remember my rules--you don't cum until I say so! I'm assuming you cleared the chamber?" Kristin asked before leaning forward and kissing her way up my thigh.

I thought I heard her wrong, so I asked; "Did what? Cleaned it? Yeah I'm good to go!" I replied; being thankful I made my trip upstairs.

Kristin couldn't help but giggle--then said; "Ok I'm happy you cleaned it up, but I'm talking about firing off a round beforehand? Don't tell me a thug like you has never been taught gun safety?" I just stood there with my dick out looking confused again, and I was starting to feel really embarrassed. "Oh honey; I thought that's why you ran upstairs when we got to the house, you know; snap one off so that things last longer and you're not dealing with a full load? I love cum in my mouth; but I HATE being drown in it... if you bust a nut beforehand it makes the load manageable and more enjoyable--that's why I was playing with myself in the kitchen; it's only fair I prime the pump..." Kristin explained.

I couldn't help but laugh; it was like everything I'd been taught in my sexual education up to that point in my life had been proven wrong and she was educating a virgin--I felt like imposing a one-time-only Rocket Mortgage do-over! "No I haven't cum yet..." I said quietly.

"No problem sexy man, it just means round one will be more explosive at the end.. I'll get you trained yet!" Kristin explained before leaning forward and wrapping her mouth around the head of my cock. My new friend had some exceptional oral skills. She slowly encircled the head of my aching member with her tongue as she gradually increased the pace at which she was servicing me. Pushing herself--pushing herself to get me deep enough into her throat that I was cutting off her oxygen supply all together--and I'll tell you right now; there's nothing more romantic than that "Gah, Gah, Gah!" sound a woman makes when she chooses servicing your dick over her own breathing requirements!

This encounter was far above anything I'd experienced up until this point in my sexual escapades. Yes, Natasha had given me many blowjobs over the years, and she even let me finish in her mouth a few times, but she truly lacked any skills that would've made the encounter feel erotic or sexually charged--it was more an overwhelming sense of obligation. In the time since my cheating ex I'd hooked up with a handful of women, but really they were rather unspectacular--they were mostly encounters where we were both sexual beings that needed a release. Honestly the only one worth mentioning was Lauren; and she only becomes relevant because I surprised the both of us when I made her squirt using a combination of my mouth and fingers--then as a thank you she sucked me dry and swallowed every last drop without any signs of a gag reflex.

The lip service I was getting from Kristin stood out in a class of its own--she sucked me off like I had diamonds in my nutsack--but I was astonished when she made a very bold declaration: "I'm going to give you the best head you've ever experienced!" Then she started slowly tracing her tongue up and down the sides of my wonderfully hard cock. She teased the tip as she lapped up the pre-cum she'd excited, then she traced the sides and licked my balls. Kristin couldn't get enough of my manhood so she took one of my balls gently into her mouth; and put me in a state of pure bliss as she stroked my shaft with her hand and massaged the nut with her tongue.

My eyes were closed and I was in a euphoric state... but I could tell by the sounds filling the room that she was using her free hand to frantically strum her clit. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and I was feeling confident as I grabbed the back of my playmate's head so I could push her far enough onto my shaft that my balls were hitting her chin, when suddenly I felt her take a well lubed finger from between her legs and she began probing at my ass!

I was caught off guard so I let go of her hair and almost jumped back, but she grabbed my hips to pull me where she wanted in front of her--then before putting my dick back in her mouth she told me to stay still; "I know this seems weird but trust me--I'm going to milk your prostate; and you're going to cum harder than you've ever done before! You haven't climaxed yet so with all the buildup it's going to be lots, and I want you to spray my tits and face!" She announced as she returned my dick to the back of her windpipe then her finger to my brown-star. As weird as it was to have her finger in my ass it somehow hardened me to a whole new level, and I knew I couldn't take much more, but I was told I wasn't allowed to cum until my mistress called for it.

She was sucking me for all it's worth; I was so far into her throat she could lick my balls with each pump. Her finger was frantically stroking my prostate--and she was sucking me like my cum could cure cancer. I was stuffed so deep in her mouth that I couldn't believe it was humanly possible. She got into an erotic rhythm, fucking my cock with her mouth; the whole while massaging my prostate with her finger as she primed me for a massive explosion!

I told her that she needed to stop unless she was ready for my load--but she didn't break stride; she just purred as she felt my cock swell inside her throat. She'd been given ample notice of the impending eruption and instead of backing off she rapidly increased her deep throating, using her mouth to milk my cock as if there was no tomorrow. It took but one more stroke of my prostate and my balls tensed up, then my knees buckled as I had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced. It was almost a thing of beauty, I was overcome with feelings of satisfaction as I watched Kristin jerk my shaft at a frantic pace and stream after stream of my seed came spewing out.

My eager playmate opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue so the overspray from her face and chest could land in her mouth; then showed me the load she'd collected and proudly swallowed it--just as she had her own orgasm--and we both collapsed in a heap of satisfaction; the pleasure of our simultaneous releases engulfing us!

We spent the rest of that night and well into the next morning exploring each-others bodies while playing out countless fantasies. It was an incredible feeling to connect with someone on that level. Every time I thought we'd done something that couldn't be topped--like those late night infomercials Kristin always had a "But there's more" moment! Until that experience I thought that after I had an orgasm things were done, and we cuddled, then went to sleep. But every time I'd climax my enthusiastic new lover would put me to work while I hydrated and my "batteries recharged!" I have a very valuable lesson I'd like to share with any young people still with their 'first love'--don't confuse sex with love; love generally lasts more than two minutes!

That night with Kristin was incredible; the surrender of power combined with the communication awoke something in me that I didn't even know existed. I now had a new benchmark for sexual experiences, and instead of raising the bar just high enough to walk under it (like I'd done with previous sexual partners) Kristin set the bar so fucking high that I thought I was now qualified to perform professionally (in tasteful adult film features!) Kristin taught me the important difference between erotic, and kinky--erotic is using a feather--kinky is using the whole damn chicken! But she also taught me that love can be whatever you let it be--OK I know this obviously wasn't love, it was lust; but you get the point!