Old Men Want One Thing

When I first started dating older guys I thought that it would be different, that they weren’t like the younger guys I had been with before that only wanted to stick their dick in me and nothing more. In my mind, I imagined that they would be more mature, more intelligent, and would value things in me that weren’t just my pussy and boy was I wrong.

I figured it out after dating my very first older man, but it took me dating two more to realize that it wasn’t just one of them being sex-obsessed, all of them were like this and I needed to just accept it.

Them being obsessed with me actually gave me an opening – I could use their desires and my charm to take anything I wanted from them. With the right motivation, of course.

Tim and I met at a cozy restaurant. He was looking at me from across his table and I knew that he was interested. He was there with his wife and I had no idea how she could miss him paying this much interest in me. Maybe she just didn’t want to notice. I decided to shoot my shot and, when I went past them, I pretended to slip. Tim happily helped me stand up and I pushed a napkin with my number on it in his hand. He called me that same evening.

I had a scheme at that point, a method as to what I was doing with them and it wasn’t any different with Tim. He asked me to go to dinner with him, but I said that he just needed to book a hotel to see me again. That was exactly what Tim did. He met me in the lobby and I could tell that he was excited. I was dressed in my skimpiest clothes and I could see that he loved it. He was basically undressing me with his eyes and I knew that he wanted all of me right now.

He complimented me, telling me how beautiful I was, but I didn’t really care. I already had a cage for his cock in my purse and I just wanted an opportunity to use it. But first I needed to give him what he wanted. That was how my plan worked – I let them have a taste, an amazing night with me and later they were all mine, begging for me.

We went into the room and I could tell that Tim wasn’t used to being with someone like me, someone who took what was theirs no matter what. I needed to show him that I could do even more when I’m given the chance. He barely said a word to me as I sat on the bed and took off his pants.

He was surprised, but not for long. As soon as I took him in my mouth he forgot all about wanting to be decent. I wondered if his wife ever sucked him, with the way he was reacting, but maybe it was just because he never had anyone do it so well.

I was stroking his cock, licking him, sucking him, until he finished in my mouth a few moments later. He looked at me as if I had just opened up a whole new world for him, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to make him my slave, so he would never even think about disobeying me.

I told him to undress and get on the bed and he did it. I smiled at how ready he was to do everything that I said as long as he gets to fuck me. He was watching me as I took my clothes off. I made it slow, letting him see all of me from different angles. He was swallowing hard and his cock was becoming hard again which I was happy to see.

I straddled his hips and put his hands on my tits, so he could enjoy them too. He looked as if I was giving him the greatest gift once I took him inside my young tight pussy and started riding him. He was moaning and groaning under me while I moved my hips, taking him in fully. I didn’t bother with starting slow, I was doing it fast and rough from the start, so he would cum hard inside me. He looked at me with his eyes wide while I was riding him and I knew that Tim was hooked on me. He’d be willing to do anything to have this happen one more time, I was sure of it.

He finished inside me, but I didn’t stop there. I went to suck on him again and, as soon as he was hard, I started riding him again. It seemed like he couldn’t believe it was happening, but as soon as I got him inside my cum-filled pussy again he was gone. I let him have me one more time, I had his load in me once again, because I knew that from this moment I owned this man.
He lay next to me, still happy beyond belief, when I pulled out the cage.

“From this moment onwards, I own your orgasm. Nothing can happen unless I say so,” I don’t know if he didn’t understand me or was too happy to consider the consequences, but I put it on him with no trouble and locked him. I could see his cock through the cage and I went to touch his tip through the hole.

“When can I take it off?” he asked after a few moments, starting to gain back his senses.

“When I say you can”, I smiled wickedly.

It felt like he looked at me for the first time and he looked even a little apprehensive. I loved it.
For the whole next week, I didn’t talk to him much. Tim would blow up my phone, asking to meet, begging to take the cage off and let him cum. I was telling him that I was just too busy, testing his patience. He would call me, whining that his wife was getting suspicious, that he couldn’t hide it from her for much longer, but I knew that he could if he wanted to have me again.

Finally, I agreed to meet him at the same hotel, but this time, the situation was much different. I had all the cards and he had nothing, so I was sitting on the bed, watching him beg me.

“You have to take it off. I can’t go like this no more,” he was telling me, looking miserable.

“I told you, if you want me again you have to have it on. So, I can take the cage off you, but it would be the end, or I can leave it on and, if you’re good, I’ll let you have another night with me”

He looked like he couldn’t decide, but I knew that sex with me was too good for him to just not have another chance ever. He sighed, looking at me.

“I’m going to stay in it,” he said. “But can I have a key? In case my wife starts questioning me again?”

I laughed, loudly, looking at him. I pulled the key out of my bra, showing him. Then I put it back where it was.

“This cock is mine, you don’t control it,” I said, shaking my head. “You should apologize for even asking. So get on your knees and crawl here”

Tim looked surprised, but I wasn’t having it. He needed to obey or get out.

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked more harshly.

“Yes…yes” he shook his head, getting on the floor and crawling toward me.

I spread my legs, pushing my panties to the side. As soon as Tim was near, I grabbed him by the head and pushed him against my clit. He whimpered, as I started rubbing myself over his face.

He’ll learn his place as they all do soon enough, I was sure of it.


Authors note: Chastity can be a lot of fun and dominating men whilst they beg for the release and the key of freedom is wonderful. This is just an erotic story, doing this kink properly requires a lot of respect and trust but I wanted to have fun with this topic and express some of my hidden desires. Have you ever been locked in chastity? – Tamsin 🧡

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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