Larry was a twenty-four-year-old lanky black man, with decent looks, and a nerdy super-smart commodities trader. I knew his boss, Ronald, who was asked to meet him in a bar frequently by wealthy young traders. Ronald described his young prodigy, who wanted to be socially confident and dominant, which would benefit his company. Yes, he agreed, it would help Larry’s career and prospects.
Ronald doesn’t do anything that does not benefit his successful trading company. When he asked if I would go on a “date” with his young Larry, I quickly agreed. It is satisfying being a cougar, and a teacher. Ronald set the “date”, paying for drinks, and a suite hotel room near their office.
Larry was waiting at the busy hotel bar. I approached the bar and asked if anyone was sitting there, motioning to the only seat available. He knew he was meeting an older lady, and looked up and braced for rejection. Instead, with an awkward smile, he said please join him.
Ronald told me that Larry was sheltered by a single mother, who raised him in a poor area of the city. Larry would share his story later, but dating and sex were not part of her plan. Larry was a virgin, and I would be his first lover.
Ronald asked me to dress conservatively, in a plain off-white gown, no bra, flat shoes, a Star of David necklace, and my wedding band. At the bar, Larry was dressed in a well-tailed suit, and gold cufflinks, and an expensive-looking silk tie.
The bartender, upon realizing we were together, could tell he was trying to figure out our story. Yet, as a professional, he got our drinks and gave us space, tending to other customers. My focus was on Larry, so if anyone else was trying to figure us out, I did not notice.
I was feeling horny, and while making small awkward talk, I started to touch his thigh and lightly ran my hand over his crotch. The bartender came over to check on our drinks and he noticed my seductive move and smiled. I wish I could have asked him what he was thinking, yet I am sure he has seen it all working a busy hotel bar. Larry swallowed his scotch and paid the tab, and he was noticeably hard through his well-fitting trousers. I felt so wicked.
Larry was nervous as we rode the elevator to his suite. I wanted to restart my seduction, but others were riding along with us. We were an odd couple, and I kept wondering what our fellow elevator riders thought.
Once we were in the spacious room, I noticed that Ronald had a bottle of Prosecco delivered and a large flower bouquet. After sharing a drink of the cold Prosecco, Larry wanted to talk more, he was nervous. I had other things on my mind and immediately began to undress him.
He didn’t know what to do. I told him to relax and placed his well-tailored clothes neatly on a chair. He was tall and thin, yet he possessed a strong-looking face. I asked him if he wanted to undress me, and with nervous hands, he lifted the plain frock over my head. He was looking at my small chest and the gold Jewish necklace. He held the necklace in his soft hands, and I guided his hand to my breasts. Let the lessons begin.
Then, dropping to my knees, I felt his cock through his trousers, which I gently removed. I kissed his hardening manhood through his boxers. Then they came off and I marveled at how handsome and sexy he was, standing tall and naked above me. How could he be a virgin, I wondered.
Looking up at him, I whispered, “I am yours, young Sir. What do you desire?”
His thick black cock, with a large, uncut cockhead was fully erect and eager for what was to come. He seemed to change, he became strong and dominant. He gripped my head firmly and pulled my mouth towards his cock. He controlled my motion, forcing his large cock, deep and hard, then lightened his grip and I had his large smooth cockhead for foreskin pressing against my lips. Then he gripped my head hard again and forced it deep again. Larry was possessed.
I looked up and he had his eyes closed, a grimace on his young face. Within his nerdy, lanky body, a strong, confident man was coming out.
He gripped my head and made me gag on his large thick cock. He seemed to enjoy this, controlling and using me. My jaw and mouth hurt slightly with his powerful usage, so I needed to have him withdraw or come. He wouldn’t let up, but he did not have the holding power of an experienced lover. He was intent on filling my mouth, he looked angry. I reached for his full, large balls and squeezed gently, and tickled underneath, near his shaft, and he couldn’t hold it any longer. He grabbed my head with both hands and came strong, his massive load of salty, thick come slammed against my throat. He kept spurting in my willing mouth, a massive amount of his seed.
He slowly withdrew his cock, and I licked his cock all over and, while looking up, thanked him. I noticed he was uncertain about what to do next, looking like the innocent man I met an hour earlier. Once again, I took the lead and led him to one of the large king-size beds and laid him down, propping his head on the over-stuffed pillows. I kissed and caressed his body, building up his anticipation. He tried to move my head towards his hard cock, but I wanted to feel him deep inside my vagina.
I motioned him to come up between my legs and guided his fingers into my wanting pussy. I felt like such a wild animal. I wanted Larry so bad, it hurt. He was letting me control him and his cock grew harder. His fingers explored me, touched me, and drove me wild. I wanted him to lick my pussy, but like a lot of men, he resisted, and I could tell he was ready to “fuck” me.
I gave in; I was beyond ready, and I laid him once again on his back and kissed his cock. He tried to push my head down; he wanted to take control again. I shook him off and positioned my pussy over his huge cockhead. He was ready to enter me. While holding my shoulders tightly, he pushed me down, driving his cock hard inside me.
I whispered to him, “Let me drive,” and he released his grip. I could tell as I slowed my motion, he was in ecstasy. His eyes closed. All this time, he barely spoke and but as our tempo increased, he started calling me “his whore” and “his slut”. I answered, “Yes, sir, I am your whore and slut.”
He used other words, each making him excited. He called out loudly, “Fuckin Jewish slut.”
I answered, “Yes sir, I am your Jewish slut.”
Derogatory words can heighten the sexual experience, it does for me. Apparently, for him also, as he couldn’t hold on any longer. He climaxed deep inside me, perhaps more powerful than when he came into my mouth. I felt his cock pulsate and I reacted with another strong orgasm.
He was spent and breathing hard, and so was I. He rolled off me and began to get out of bed. He has much to learn, as I gently pulled him back and asked if he would hold me. He seemed sorry for trying to leave and I sensed he enjoyed cuddling. He started to apologize for his harsh words, he said he didn’t mean what he said. He said I was beautiful and sexy. I shushed him and told him he was taking what he wanted, what he deserved, and that I was here for his pleasure.
We fell asleep for an hour, and when I awoke, he was still resting and was once again rock hard. I started to slowly and lovingly stroke and suck his wonderful cock. He awoke as I was about to slide his large cock back into my vagina. As his cock slammed into my cervix, my body quaked with a strong orgasm. I felt he was about the climax again, so I asked where he wanted to release his seed. He held my body and rolled over with his cock inside me and began to “make love” to me. His face was close to mine in the missionary position. We kissed deeply and passionately. He was becoming a man before my eyes, and I almost cried.
After another rest and cuddling once again, I washed his body in the shower.
We dressed, and we went back to the bar. The bartender was still there, and this time he knew the story. He could tell by Larry’s expression and probably could smell the incredible sex. He leaned in and whispered, “My first time was with a sexy older lady too.”
A sexy older lady, I felt such pride.