“When we danced, I socked my pussy up against him and pressed my boobies against his chest. I was almost ten years older than he, but I showed him that there was plenty of steam in my engine yet. Steven was quick to realize that I was on the make, and he asked me to step outside. I didn't know what the hell he expected to do on the lawn of the mansion we were in, but I left with him anyhow.
“He took me behind a tree and started feeling my tits. I let him go on just to see how far he would go. Since I was wearing a gown, it would be difficult for me to strip right then and there. This didn't stop the over-aged hippie from trying. He started to pull my zipper down and I told him to stop. 'Not here, stupid,' I said, letting him know what I thought of his actions.
“'Where then?' he wanted to know.
“I gave him my address and told him when my husband would be out… not that it mattered since we all but ignored one another in the house.
“Steven showed up the next day. I was surprised to see him because I thought he had only pawed me last night out of drunkenness. I guess he thought I might have only given him my address for the same reason because he seemed anxious when I opened the door. 'Remember me?' he asked in a pathetic way.
“'How could I ever forget you?' I answered.
“I took Steven to my room. When he could see that my husband had his own bedroom, he assumed he knew all about me. 'He doesn't fuck you anymore, right?' he asked.
“I didn't like the way the bastard grinned. He acted as if he had me by the short hairs. Just because I had all but propositioned him on that dance floor, he thought he owned me. He was going to find out soon enough just what kind of pushover I was.
“We closed the door and took off our clothes. Steven had a stocky body and his prick was already in an uproar. His pig eyes leered at my nakedness. 'You're a lot of woman!' he exclaimed and grabbed my large breasts.
“'Suck them off,' I said, almost as an order.
“He took one of my nipples in his mouth and started sucking. He was the oral type by the way he went at me. I could use that desire.
“Steven pushed me against the bed and mounted my body. Just as he was about to screw me, I rolled over. 'Not that way,' I told him. 'I want a French job.'
“He seemed confused. I could see that he really wanted to start banging, but I wanted him to suffer. I spread my legs and exposed my hairy pussy. 'Go on and get to work,' I snapped.
“He paused for a minute as if he didn't know what to make out of my attitude. Steven had come seeking romance, but here I was giving orders. I told him to start mouthing or go home. He slipped to his knees and pressed his mouth against my slit while I lay on the bed with my feet against the carpet.
“Steven licked my pubic hair and spread the lips of my vagina apart. He lapped inside me with his tongue. I looked down at him kneeling in front of me and laughed. 'You sure are a great lover,' I told him.
“He paused for a second in his mouthings and then continued. I now had him by the short hairs! If he continued to love me after that snide remark, he would take all the shit I handed out.
“Steven stopped Frenching me after about ten minutes and stood up. His penis was still erected and he looked desperate. Once again he tried to get on top of me, but I wouldn't let him screw. 'I don't want to get knocked up,' I told him even though I was not able to have a baby after my operation.
“'Ill pull my dick out in time,' he promised.
“'Forget it,' I answered. 'All I wanted was a blow job anyhow. You can go now.'
“He was shocked. After taking so many pains to see me, I was dismissing him like a dog. He put on his clothes and left with his tail between his legs. I laughed aloud. Maybe he didn't like the session, but I found it fun. I decided to do it again sometime.
“My next idiot was a guy who came to fix the television set. His name was Roger and he was in his twenties. He was a big, good-looking fellow, but a jerk. When he showed up, I wore a see-through robe. Roger couldn't keep his mind on his work as he kept shooting glances at me. The son-of-a-bitch didn't know if he should make a pass at me or not. I was, after all, the wife of a pretty important man.
“How about a drink?' I asked.
“'Yeah, that will be fine,' he answered, nodding his curly head anxiously.
“When I walked away, I could feel his eyes boring into my ass which was protected only by a thin, near-invisible cloth. On the return trip he didn't stare as boldly at my pussy and my tits, but he did shoot those sneaky glances. I handed him a shot of brandy and he bolted it down as if it were a shot of beer. He was really all worked up.
“That shot of booze was all he needed to get sexy at last. 'I like the way you're dressed,' he leered.
“'You mean you like the way I'm undressed,' I responded and stood in front of him as he leaned over the TV set.
“He stopped working and this time he didn't get sneaky with his looks… he stared right into my hairy box. I dropped the robe off. 'Now that you had something to drink, how about something to eat?' I offered.
“Roger was so dumb he didn't get my meaning for a minute. Then he understood and wrapped his sweaty arms around my hips and ass. He clamped his teeth on my vagina and started chewing. As he Frenched me, he slipped one of his fingers into my anus. Roger wasn't very bright, but he was passionate.
“The young stud ran his tongue deep into my cleft and played with my clitoris. For a passing moment I experienced a rare sensation of passion, but it didn't last long. I never enjoyed sex. To me it was a messy bother that people used to dominate one another. In every sex relationship, someone was slave and the other was master. The only time I was even close to being a slave was that first time when I was sixteen and I let a boy take my cherry. Since then it was the men who served me and not the other way around.
“Roger licked my thighs and then ran his tongue up along my belly. When he reached my breasts, he sucked each nipple. He all but chewed them off and I yelled at him. 'Take it easy!' I snapped. 'I'm not a pizza pie.'
“The guy buried his mouth into my neck and sucked a hickey mark there. When we were standing up face to face, he opened his pants. I felt the hard tube of his prick against my pubic area. He took it into his hand and guided it to my slit. I pushed him away when he was about to penetrate me. “That is enough for one day, big boy,' I said.
“His face was flushed with passion. 'What do you mean? We just got started,' he complained.
“I stepped back and he advanced. He was big enough to knock me on my ass and rape me, but I wasn't going to let him get that close. I picked up some wires from his tool chest and lashed his exposed sex organ. He let out a scream. I lashed him across the face and blinded him for a moment. Then I ran out of the room and locked the door behind me. 'It was fun, big boy,' I yelled through the door. 'You can let yourself out of the window when you're through.'
“No sex experience ever thrilled me as much as that lashing. I could see now why some people dug whips and riding crops. With a few light wires, I had dominated a young man who could've killed me easily. Yes, and he had liked it, too. A couple of days later he showed up at the house wanting to 'check' my TV set. What he really wanted was another beating.
“'That was sure some fun we had the other day,' Roger told me when he came in. 'I hope I didn't make you sore.'
“'No. I just don't like to be screwed in the pussy,' I told him. 'I like guys to go down, though. Too bad you lost control.'
“'I won't lose control the next time, I promise!'
“'The next time? You're taking a lot for granted, aren't you?'
“Roger, despite his size, turned into a little boy. 'Please… let's do it again…' he begged.