Using his considerable oral talents to take a pretty domme to her highest level is what makes Gerard’s world complete.

“Can you believe the mouth on her?” I heard one guest whisper to another.

“I know. It’s like being trapped in an R-rated movie.”

The first woman heaved a sigh of distaste. “Not that the men seem to mind.”

I turned my head in their direction, wondering which guest the hens were gossiping about. This was an interesting sidetrack. So far, the party had been somewhat of a dud. I’d had no real hopes of meeting anyone this evening, but I’d been too polite to decline when I’d received the invitation.

The guests all seemed highbrow, top shelf, stiff upper lipped. Which is why the judgmental ladies had piqued my interest. Following their gaze, I immediately spied the object of their dissection.

Explosions. Bright lights. A symphony.

It was one of those chance meetings where your eyes meet someone’s across a crowded room and you feel an electric spark. At least, my eyes met hers, and I felt the spark. I wasn’t sure what she was feeling other than complete adoration. Every other man in the place seemed to be intent on meeting her, on making sure she had a drink in her hand when she wanted one and a bite of whatever gourmet appetizer was floating by on a silver tray if she wanted that. I think she could have asked for the moon and six men would have rushed off at once to try to make her wish a reality.

But still — I felt the jolt, and I thought, maybe I had a chance.

I did what I always do in situations like this — absolutely nothing. While the majority of the male guests in the room seemed intent on never leaving her side, I sat at the bar and every so often looked in her direction. She was definitely stunning. The other female attendees had clearly spent the afternoon primping at salons, but her hair was flowing past her shoulders. Practically messy, the more I thought about it. Bed head. That’s what she had.

Maybe that’s why we were all so captivated. She looked as if she’d been rolling around in the sheets all afternoon. Then there was her outfit. Other female guests had on silver or sequins; there was even a dress made entirely of fringe. Not this classy dame. She had on a pair of high-waisted black trousers and a white button-up shirt cut like a man’s. No stockings. No jewelry. She was wearing simple black pumps. And dear Lord, she was letting one dangle off her foot. The insouciance. The carefree attitude.

Finally — there was her age. She had to be in her forties. Her hair was silver-streaked. She had the finest wrinkles around her eyes. And yet every single thing about her was sexy to me. Sex in motion. Sex in the air.

I took the time to really drink her in. She was spinning fantasies in my head without trying at all. I imagined shooing her admirers away and coming forward. I could see me on my knees, pulling her trousers down, pressing my face to the “V” of her body and licking and sucking at her pussy. I pictured her hand on the back of my head, pulling me into her. It’s crazy, I understand that, but I even thought I knew what she’d smell like, what she’d taste like: nectar, ambrosia, the delicacies of the gods.

My dick was hard. I was going to have a difficult time hiding my erection when I stood again. I willed my hard-on to relax. Most likely, nothing would happen. I’d go home after the party and jack off in my bed to mental pictures of her. But why give up so soon? What did I have to lose? Absolutely nothing.

I waited until she was facing me once more. This time, I didn’t look away.

This time, she didn’t either.

In fact, this time she stood, extracted herself from her pool of admirers, and headed to my side. Let me tell you, this did not make my dick go down at all. If anything, my trouser snake grew even harder. Down boy, I chided myself. My cock had a mind of its own. I didn’t stand up when she came over, because I didn’t want her to see what I was greeting her with.

I could tell right away that with her, things were going to be simple. Her way or no way. She said, “My name’s Marlena.”

“I’m Gerard,” I said.

“Gerard with the ‘fuck me eyes,’” she said, and I couldn’t believe it. I felt myself blushing. What was wrong with me? This was no way to win a woman like her. Before I could say another word, she put a hand out. I was about to shake hers, but she surprised me, pressing her palm against the front of my slacks and saying, “I could tell you were hard from across the room.”

She was right. I had been. But she was behaving in a way I’d never encountered before. Her hand was absolutely caressing me. I knew her body had blocked the rest of the guests from guessing what she was up to. That didn’t make the situation any less arousing for me. I licked my lips and tried desperately to think of some proper way to react. Luckily, Marlena didn’t seem to expect conversation from me.

Giving my cock an affectionate squeeze, she said, “Well, Gerard, I think it’s time that you and I got out of here.”

“I’m not sure I can walk,” I told her honestly.

“Take off your jacket and hold it in front of you,” she said.

I did as she’d instructed, and the two of us made our way out of the crowded room and toward the front door. I could feel the seething jealousy of the rest of the guests as she and I left, but I did not care. I was happy to let her usher me to her foreign sports car, to let her drive me to her house, to let her lead me to her front door. We hardly spoke on the drive. I appreciated the way she handled her stick shift, and I felt my dick throb when she put her hand lightly on my thigh. I kept quiet because that’s what she had seemed to appreciate at the party — my difference from all the other hangers-on.

When we arrived at her house up in the hills, she walked with me up to the front door and then kissed me. This time those sparks seemed to dance throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes and relished the sensation of her beautiful mouth on mine. We parted and then she smiled and slid her key in the lock, but hesitated once more.

I wondered if I’d done something wrong. All I wanted to do was fuck her, right there, right now. Before she let me inside, however, she said, “How old are you, Gerard?”

“Twenty-four.”

“I’m twice your age,” she said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

I shook my head. She winked at me. “You’re exactly what I fucking needed tonight,” she said, unlocking the door and letting us in.

I grinned. The other women had been right. She couldn’t seem to utter a sentence without peppering her words with expletives. Of course, I didn’t mind. I appreciated the foul words coming from such a pristine-looking lady. When she said, “On your fucking knees,” I went, hitting the floor and waiting for the next instruction. We had that instant camaraderie. I’d felt the connection at first sight, and I was thrilled that the link between us seemed even stronger in the sexual department. I have always appreciated bowing down to a strict mistress.

“What did you first think when you saw me?” she asked.

I was unprepared for the question, and I stared at her for a moment, helpless as to whether I should make up something or answer her the way I truly desired.

To my further surprise, she pulled my hair hard, as if to spur me on.

“I thought of going down on you,” I blurted out. I hoped I’d get points for being upfront. I was telling her the truth. Her eyes flashed at me. She seemed pleased.

“Tell me more,” she said. “Make my pussy wet with your words.”

That was a challenge I could embrace. I sat back on my haunches and I said, “I imagined peeling off your pants and getting between your thighs right there at the party with all the guests around us. I liked the thought of people watching me pleasure you. I wanted them to see me work my tongue on you.”

As I spoke, she stepped out of her high heels, slid her slacks down her thighs and off her legs, and then put the high heels back on. She was not wearing any undergarments. Had I thought my cock was hard before? Now the thing was like a divining rod in my pants, straining toward her gorgeous, sexy shaved split.

“Show me,” she said next. “Show me exactly how you imagined licking my pussy, you dirty boy.”

She was standing. In my fantasy, she’d been on the sofa. I didn’t know exactly what to do. Should I tell her I wanted her to go the living room? She seemed to expect me to begin performing, so I began. I crawled closer to her, and I anchored her with my hands around her waist. At first, I nuzzled my chin to her pussy. Then I nosed between her plump lips to find her jewel. I wanted her to really be on edge before I let her feel my tongue on her. I knew she was in charge. She knew she was in charge. But I held on to a tiny bit of the power by taking my time.

Well, that was the plan, anyway. Suddenly, Marlena had her hands on my head, and she was pushing my face forcefully against her pussy, exactly as I’d imagined at the party.

“Use your tongue on me,” she demanded. “I want to feel that fucking tongue on my clit. Now.”

I did not let her down. I brought my hands lower, peeling apart her pussy lips with my thumbs, and I used my mouth exactly as she’d insisted. I ringed that hot button of pleasure and sucked. Marlena shook all over. That thrilled me. I was bringing her pleasure. I was making her feel so good that she was sighing and bucking her hips hard against my face.

Holding her waist again, I lost all my inhibitions. I shook my head back and forth, so my hair tickled her thighs. Then I began to draw the point of my tongue in circles around and around her clit.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” Marlena commanded, her voice gone throaty with desire. “Put your fingers in me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I used two fingers to fill her pussy while I continued to lick at her clit. I took turns using my tongue on her nub and then stroking that pleasure spot with the ball of my thumb. I made a game out of the rhythm, trying to extend the pleasure for Marlena as long as I could.

When she came, she seemed almost to liquefy. She called out her orgasm as I drank every drop of her juices. Then she slid down the wall so that we were at eye level. Her face was a picture of bliss. My face was shiny with her sex juices. She held me against her, and then she very slowly, very sensually, began to kiss my lips. She was tasting herself on my mouth. I moaned, unable to stay silent, unable to help myself. Marlena pushed me onto my back and she undid my slacks. Her hand insinuated its way into my boxers until she was fisting my dick. I couldn’t believe this exotic, ice princess of a woman was giving me a world-class handjob. I forgot myself, closing my eyes and sighing. That’s when she let me go.

I groaned in dismay.

“You think I’m going to let you come on my hand?” she asked sternly, and when I gazed at her, I saw her lip curled into a dreamy sneer.

“No, Ma’am,” I said.

“You have to earn your pleasure.”

I knew better than to point out that I’d just gotten her off with my mouth. Didn’t that count for something? Didn’t I win a few points for clever tongue-manship?

Marlena stood and grabbed the edge of the entryway table. She was now facing a mirror that hung over the small table, and she motioned for me to stand and take my position behind her. I did what she requested, but I knew better than to enter her without permission. Marlena gazed at me in the mirror. We looked good together, but this wasn’t a portrait session. Marlena pushed her hips back, grinding her ass against my erection.

I didn’t know what to do. I knew what my dick wanted to do. My dick wanted to fuck her. My whole body wanted to fuck her. But I had deduced that Marlena needed to be in charge and that any deviation from her script would not be happily tolerated.

When I was unable to wait another torturous second, I bleated, “Please.”

“Please, what?” There was humor in her tone. That gave me the nerve to continue.

“Please may I fuck you?”

She slid a shocked expression onto her stunning face. Yeah, right. Like I had shocked her with my f-bomb. After she’d been dropping them all night long. But maybe that was her prerogative and not mine.

“Please … ” I tried again, stammering now. My cock was so hard I could feel the ache deep inside myself. “Please may I … ” May I what, exactly? What did I really want, really need? “Please may I … ” Miss Manners never gave an etiquette lesson on fucking, did she? “May I put my dick in you?”

“In my what?”

“In your … ” Oh, holy fuck. What did ladies call it? Hoo-ha? Va-jay-jay? Snatch. Split. Slit. I wanted to be in it. I wanted her velvet vise-like grip pulsating around my pole. The cleaner I tried to speak, the dirtier my thoughts became. I wondered if she knew that. I wondered if she could guess the tickertape of my fantasies shooting across my mind.

“Please, Marlena.” My cock was banging against her. “May I put my penis in your vagina?”

“No.” Her eyes gleamed in the mirror at me. “But thank you for trying so hard, baby. You can fuck me now. You can put your huge, throbbing man pole into my juicy snatch.”

I was in her before she’d finished speaking. My cock barreled forward, entering her cleanly, cleaving her easily. Her pretty pussy lips parted to let me in, and then her muscles tightened on me. I was in heaven. I held on to her and started to pound against her. She kept her balance by gripping the edge of the table. As I worked her she said, “When you come, I’m going to lick you clean. I’m going to suck all my sloppy juices off your beautiful dick.”

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured.

“But you better not come until I do.”

Jesus. How was I supposed to stop myself? I was grinding into the most gorgeous fucking woman I’d ever been with, and she was making sure I could not find my footing.

“So touch my clit,” she said, as if I were slow on the uptake. “Touch it. Rub it. Make me come.”

I did exactly what she said. I slid one hand in front of her and found her pulsing clit easily. I applied what I thought was a gentle amount of pressure to her button. Not enough pressure I learned quickly.

“Harder!” she demanded. “Is that how you touch your dick?”

Well, no. It wasn’t.

She took hold of my hand and began to show me what she wanted. I let her use my fingers like a tool, and with my assistance, she seemed to reach orgasm very quickly. To my great relief, she said, “You may come now.”

I didn’t hesitate. I drove forward so that we were deeply connected, and then I unloaded inside her. It felt as if I might never stop coming, but after several serious thrusts, I was empty — at least, for the moment.

Marlena wasted no time with her next demand. She told me to strip off all my clothes, and I obeyed, shucking my attire instantly. Although I expected her to lead me to a bedroom, she didn’t. We stayed right there in the hallway. I had thought I was done for the night, or at least for a few minutes. The orgasm had been that intense. Human bodies are amazing things. The look in her eyes made my cock stir and then harden.

Once I was entirely naked, she had me on my back, and she straddled me in a sixty-nine, but while she began to work my dick, she insisted that I eat her out again.

Let me tell you, I had no problem at all with that demand. I licked and sucked her honeyed pussy while she bobbed on the head of my dick. Only when she began to deep-throat me did I lay back on the floor in total surrender. I could not remember ever having such a sublime blowjob. Marlena wet the full length of my cock with her tongue. Then she wrapped one fist around my shaft while she concentrated on only my cockhead. The suction she employed, accompanied by the squeezing of her fist, had me close to release once more in a heartbeat.

Apparently, Marlena knew her way around a dick. She did not let me come so quickly. Sensing my heightened arousal, she damped down her actions, dragging the very tips of her fingernails up one side of my cock and down the other. Once my breathing had returned to normal, I resumed my pussy-licking. Now, Marlena was the one to come totally undone. I had managed to hit the perfect rhythm of tonguing and tapping against her clit. She reared up, supporting her weight on her thighs, and she let me bring her to her third delightfully ferocious orgasm of the evening.

I wondered if that would be it. My dick was still hard, but Marlena was in motion. I waited to see if she was done with me. Apparently, not. Marlena presented herself on her hands and knees with her ass toward me. I stared at her, wondering what on earth she wanted me to do now. My thoughts were coming slowly. I couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation.

“Use your tongue in the same way here,” Marlena said, and she pulled apart the gorgeous globes of her ass and displayed her asshole to me.

I didn’t have to be told twice. I moved closer and kissed her on her left cheek and then on the right. Then I kissed right between. Marlena said, “Yes, oh, sweet Gerard, yes. Don’t stop.”

Remembering how much she’d liked my fingers in her snatch, I resumed my previous assault on her pussy, my pointer and middle finger overlapped to create a corkscrew. Marlena seemed to really come alive when I stimulated her asshole, so I kissed her again. She got low on the floor, and she reached back so she could hold her cheeks apart for me. I loved how erotically aware this woman was. Pleasure seemed to open her up in different ways from the previous lovers I’d had. She was not ashamed of herself in the slightest, not abashed to ask for what she wanted. And what she clearly wanted was my tongue in her rear hole.

Still toggling her clit with my fingers, I began to spear her asshole with my tongue. Marlena started to talk to me as I worked her, telling me how much she was loving my tongue back there. I didn’t stop, giving her the best rimjob of my life, when she came again.

This orgasm didn’t diminish her energy at all. She whipped around and resumed her blowjob. I braced myself against the wall while she performed the best oral sex I’d ever had. No woman had ever deep-throated me like that before.

When she drained me dry, I remembered what those catty women had said: The mouth on her…

If they only knew.