Gay Nightclub DJ

All during the quick meal, I noticed his eyes furtively feasting on me in that beautiful dress. But he was well-mannered, and I could tell he respected me. I felt so pretty, so much a special prize. I was being courted and being treated as this man's lovely date, an equal, even though he was more than 40 years my senior.

After dinner, he walked around the table and politely pulled out my chair as I stood. Then, I felt his hands on my bare shoulders. He was tender, but his hands felt rough on my soft skin. His mouth went to the nape of my neck and very slowly licked and nibbled while his strong, callused fingers kneaded my shoulders. Waves of pleasure pulsated through my body.

"Ohhhh," I murmered.

I shimmied my shoulders in vain resistance. Les' belly was pressed against my back. My eyes were closed as I slowly shook my blond locks.

"Les, please," I whispered in protest as I involuntarily writhed my thin back into his wide body.

He turned me around by my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes and said nothing.

Instead, his head descended toward mine. He took his hands off me, and our bodies were inches apart.

"I want to kiss you, Wendie," he said. "But I won't if you don't want me to. I'm an old man, and you're a beautiful, young thing. It's your choice, Wendie."

I was actually trembling. I was standing there in a pink dress with my jowly old boss wanting to kiss me and who knows what after that. For a moment, my head cleared and I decided to tell him "no." Then I saw our reflection in the dining room mirror. Les was right. I was beautiful. Tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Kiss me, darlin'" I said with a little extra South Carolina accent. "Please kiss me."

Les smiled, his jowls moving in unison, he bent over and -- without touching me anywhere else -- gently kissed my waiting lips. His tongue slowly entered my mouth and entangled itself in mine. It was so sensuous, my body started to undulate, impatient for his embrace. I didn't have to wait long. His hands and mouth were suddenly everywhere on me. I never felt so helpless and feminine ... and so turned-on.

I was his. He was my boss in every sense of the word.

I don't know how long I stood there in abject surrender while he plundered my mouth and despoiled my bare, young flesh. As he took more and more possession of me, I noticed a change in his attitude. No longer was he the thoughtful suitor. He was sneering at me, becoming demanding, almost surly. Not that I cared that much at the moment. I was having a wonderful time being ravished.

Finally, he reached down and picked me up like he had done in the ballroom. With my thin arms wrapped around his thick neck, he carried me into his bedroom. He wasn't gentle when he dumped me onto his bed. He half-dropped me, and I fell backwards for a moment. When I straightened up, Les was undoing his belt and taking off his pants. He was breathing hard as his pants dropped to the floor, revealing a fat, soft penis in a bush of brown, mostly gray hair.

"Suck it, Wendie," he growled. "Suck it good."

I had never even touched another man's penis. I thought about what lesbian Amanda had told me weeks before. She was right. It looked disgusting. I looked up at Les and shook my head, "no."

Les' face turned deadly serious. Like he looked when one of the bartenders broke a bottle of Scotch. I started to become frightened. He stood in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I told you to suck it, bitch," he shouted. He grabbed my long hair and roughly pulled my face into his crotch. I didn't like the smell. I tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let go.

"Suck it, Wendie," he shouted. "Suck that cock."

I reached up with my right hand and gingerly grasped his fat member. It felt kind of clammy. Les' fingers tightened on my hair, and it hurt. My bare shoulders were hunched toward my body as my boss pulled my face closer and closer to his penis. It started to throb as I brought it near my mouth with my hand.

He was the dominant male. I was ... I was ... his overpowered, beautiful woman, helpless to do anything but obey him.

His penis entered my mouth, sliding over my tongue. It began to harden as I wet it with my saliva while his fingers tightly in my hair made me bob back and forth. I don't know how big his dick was, but it felt huge in my mouth. It seemed as if I sucked for hours, but it must have been about 20 minutes. Les had released my hair and was grasping my bare shoulders as he pumped in and out of my mouth.

I don't know at what stage I started to enjoy myself, but after awhile I felt pretty, desired and happy that I could give a grown man so much pleasure. I reached under Les' shirt and caressed his big, hairy belly. When he finally pulled out of my mouth, I seductively began to unbutton his shirt from the bottom to the top, shimmying my bare shoulders and rubbing my body against his. When I unbuttoned the last one, I reached up and gently kissed his lips while pulling his shirt off over his hairy back.

"You like sucking cock, eh?" he sneered.

My voice was gentle and soft, almost timid.

"I liked sucking yours. I had never done that before."

Les roughly took me into his arms and kissed me, hard. He pushed me down onto the bed, and soon was on top of me, grinding his fat, naked body into my dress and my bare skin. His big belly on my trim one made it hard for me to catch my breath. He put his mouth around mine and seemed to be trying to suck the air out of my lungs. I desperately struggled, but it was no use. He could suffocate me if he wanted. I felt faint, stopped struggling and lay back, his hands holding down my wrists on either side of my head. I thought I was going to die.

But I didn't, although I guess I did sort of pass out for a few moments. When I regained my senses, Les was reaching under my dress and rubbing something gooey into my anus. It was intrusive, but it felt kind of good at the same time.

"Now you're ready," he said, "when I'm good and ready."

He lay down next to me and kissed me over and over, his wet tongue doing what it wanted in my compliant mouth. His hands seemed to love caressing my bare shoulders and rubbing my bare chest. I have to admit, I loved him doing it. I moaned into his mouth and put my arms as far around his belly as they would go. When his mouth went to where my neck joined my right shoulder, I was in ecstacy.

His body lumbered on top of mine. I was so powerless as his mouth on my nape sent tingles through my body. His hands slowly worked the top of my dress down from my shoulders, kneading my virgin flesh every inch of the way, finally revealing my nipples. For some reason, that made me feel exposed and self-conscious, but all I could do was writhe under Les' massive weight.

His teeth nibbled on my right nipple, gently at first, then harder and harder while his right hand pinched my left nipple.

"Les," I said with alarm, "please stop. You're hurting me."

But he persisted, biting and pinching harder and harder. I couldn't even thrash about because he was so heavy."

"Please stop," I was sobbing, crying like a girl. "You said you'd never hurt me."

That only made him bite harder. I stopped struggling and surrendered to the pain and to him. Soon, although I could still feel the pain, it stopped hurting so badly, and started making me feel more and more ... sexy. I was being used and abused, and I was hoping he wouldn't stop.

"Mmmmm, Les," I moaned, and caressed his nearly bald head with my fingers while he worked on my nipples. I could feel my penis rock-hard under my dress and up against his body. Les felt it, too. His mouth left my nipple and quickly went under my dress and took in my long, thin penis.

I had never felt anything like that. His fingers reached up and pinched my nipples but I barely felt them because his mouth was doing wondrous things to my penis. It didn't take long before I screamed and shot my load into his conquering mouth. I think I saw every color in the rainbow as I felt the longest, most intensive orgasm in my young life. 

Exhausted, I sank back into the pillow, my dress hopelessly tangled around my wrists and my thin waist, my hair a mess. After I reach orgasm, I lose all sexual desire, so I felt a little silly being in that dress, and embarrassed that I had sex with Les.

Les had kind of a funny look on his face as he peered down at me. He bent down to kiss me. That was the last thing I wanted to do. After cumming, the thought of man-to-man intimacy seemed gross and perverted.

Still, it somehow seemed impolite not to let him give me a last kiss.

Wordlessly, Les grabbed my bare shoulders and put his mouth on mine. I tried to make it a quick peck, but he held me fast and worked his lips into mine. When my mouth opened to his, out oozed all my cum. He hadn't swallowed it, and now I was forced to taste and swallow my own cum after it had been in this fat, old man's mouth.

I shuddered in disgust, but I did it. He forced his tongue onto mine and spent a long time dominating my mouth and squeezing my arms.

I hated him.

Finally, I was able to manuever off the bed and straightened up my dress.

"Thanks, Les," I said. "I'm going to go change back into my clothes now, OK?"

He got off the bed and stood next to me. In his nakedness, he seemed gigantic next to me in that pink dress now once more properly just off my bare shoulders.

"No, Wendie," he said. "It's not OK."

He took me into his arms and tried to kiss me, but the thought repulsed me.

"Please, Les, no," I said. "I've lost the desire. That happens to me when I cum."

Les didn't let go. Holding me tight against him with his right arm, he grabbed my hair with his left and pulled my head back. He kissed me, violently, viciously, then as I struggled less and less, more and more tenderly. I realized that even though I had lost my sexual desire, he believed I was still his woman.