When we got back in the room, I was so aroused, no I was downright horny, that I was going to attack Justin as soon as we got into the room and not even wait until we made it to the bedroom of the suite.  Justin was just as stimulated, because before I could put my purse on the table, the boy dropped the packages he was carrying, grabbed me, pulled me close, and passionately kissed me.

“Ohh, now, baby, please fuck me now,” I pleaded as he was kissing my neck and his hand was under my skirt, caressing my ass.  “Do it here, please.”

“Get on your knees and suck my cock like the dirty old whore you are,” he whispered in my ear.

I didn’t hesitate and got to my knees as the boy pulled down his shorts and underwear.  I wanted to be fucked, but I also wanted the boy’s cock in my mouth.  I wanted his cock in my ass, my pussy, and my mouth and wished there were three Justins with me in that room to fuck all my holes at the same time.  I wanted to be what the boy called me; I wanted to be a dirty old whore for him. 

As I quickly got to my knees, Justin pulled down his shorts and underwear.  The tip of his hard cock was glistening from pre-cum.  I knew the boy was just as horny as I was.  I licked the pre-cum and took him in my mouth.  I wanted him so badly that I didn’t tease him or give him a sensual blowjob; I sucked his cock fast and rapidly from the start.

It didn’t take the boy long to cum in my mouth and I swallowed every bit of his cum.  After I was done, I looked up at him and smiled.  Justin ran his hands through my hair. 

“Now go change into your new outfit,” he told me.  “And put on your makeup like you did the other night when we went to dinner at that expensive restaurant.”

I got off my knees.  “Fuck me first, baby, please, and then I will.  I promise,” I pleaded.

“No,” the boy said.

I made a groan of frustration but did as he told me to do.  I went into the bathroom to change.  There was not much to the outfit that I bought that Justin picked out for me.  It was just a series of pink straps that went onto my body like a harness.  It left everything exposed; my breasts, my pussy, and my butt.  I thought I looked ridiculous in it, and once I had it on, I covered myself with the complimentary, white, terry cloth robe.

I put on my makeup as Justin told me to and even added a little extra than I normally did.  I left my hair down.  Once I was ready, I walked into the bedroom and found the boy sitting on the bed naked.  The sex toys we purchased were on the bed next to him and no longer in the packages, as well as the lubricant.  Justin had my panties in his hand and was smelling the crotch area of them.  I found that erotic. 

Justin looked at me and smiled.  “Drop the robe,” he told me.  I slid the robe off my body and let it fall to the floor.  “Sexy.  Now get on the bed on all fours and don’t talk.”

I walked to the bed and got on all fours for the boy.  I was excited and extremely aroused.  Justin got behind me, leaned over my body, and grabbed my hair.  He pulled my head back gently, and I moaned with pleasure. 

“Open your mouth,” he told me.  I did as he instructed, and the boy stuffed my panties into my mouth. He shoved them deep into my mouth and caused me to retch twice.      

He let go of my hair and sat behind me cross-legged.  “Now let’s try out our new toys.  Put your arms behind your back.” 

I did, and my head fell to the bed.  Justin grabbed my wrists and put them in the cuffs and locked them.  The boy then pressed his mouth to my butthole and started to lick it, run his tongue around it, and then shoved his tongue inside me.  All the while he was rubbing my pussy lightly but also rapidly.

I was moaning, begging the boy with muffled pleas to fuck me, and my hands were straining to break free of the cuffs on my wrists.  Justin ignored me as he kept using his hand and tongue on me.  When I felt I was about to orgasm, the boy suddenly stopped.  I moaned in frustration.  

I looked over my shoulder and saw the boy was lubricating the anal toy.  I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I didn’t.  I didn’t because I knew he was not going to yet.  I knew he wanted to play with the new toys first, like a kid on Christmas morning.

I felt the first small bead of the toy press against my anus and made a muffled grunt as Justin pushed the beads into my ass.  Justin pushed each bead into me; the next being larger than the previous one.  I gave a louder grunt when the last bead, which was larger than a golf ball, was pushed into my ass. 

The toy was also deep inside me.  When I was looking at the package in the store, I was so focused on the size of the beads that I didn’t pay attention to the length of the sex toy.  The next day as I was washing it clean and putting it back in the box, I read on the box it was nine inches long. 

When the beads were all inside me, I could feel how deep inside the toy was,s and it felt extremely good.  Once they were all inside me, the boy pulled them out slowly and then pushed them back in just as slowly.  It felt amazing and I was moaning with the panties in my mouth.

”You like that, don’t you?  You like being an ass slut don’t you?” Justin asked.  It was a rhetorical question, but I nodded my head and made a muffled yes anyway. 

Justin kept pulling them out and pushing them into me several times.  I started begging the boy to fuck me, my words muffled by the panties that were gagging me.

“Fuck, Natalie, you should see how wet your pussy is,” Justin commented as he used his fingers to spread my pussy open.  “I think it may start dripping pussy juices.” 

Justin started spreading my pussy fluid all over the outside of my pussy and inner thighs.  I never felt such a need to be fucked as I did right then.  But he denied me that pleasure and my need to be fucked only grew stronger by what the boy did to me next.

I screamed out to God when Justin turned on the beads vibrating option.  It felt amazing to feel them pulsating rapidly inside my butthole and how deep it was in me.  Justin moved from behind me and got in front of me.  He sat in front of me and grabbed my hair and pulled my head off the bed and scooted down so my face was in his lap with his erect cock in my face. 

Justin reached down and pulled the panties out of my mouth, and I gagged once.  I then tried to put his cock in my mouth, but Justin moved so I could not.  He lifted his legs and leaned back. 

“Lick my ass like the nasty slut you are,” he told as he again scooted down so his butt was in my face, placed his hands on his butt cheeks, and spread them apart.  I leaned my head forward and ran my tongue over his anus.  I teased him for a while until the boy placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed it into him.

“Get that tongue up my ass,” he said harshly.

I whimpered and placed my tongue inside his butthole.  Justin held my head pressed to him as I used my tongue inside his butthole.  He kept telling me how good it felt and that I was a nasty old whore.  I used my tongue inside him eagerly and enthusiastically.  I enjoyed doing what I was doing to the boy, and it was a shame I didn’t discover that until much later in my life. 

After several more minutes of my tongue in his butt, Justin pulled my head away.  I had saliva all over the outside of my mouth and running down my chin.  The boy moved to kneel in front of me and pushed my head to his cock.

“Suck it now and show me how much you like sucking young cock,” he ordered me.

I opened my mouth and Justin shoved his cock into me.  He thrust it hard and deep and I was unprepared for it and gagged and choked on his cock.  Justin didn’t seem to care and pulled my hair as he held my head still and fucked my mouth.

I was gagging and choking and coughed a few times as the boy thrust his penis in and out of my mouth.  My saliva became thick like mucus and was coating his shaft and running down my chin.  The boy would stop, pull my head back so I could catch my breath, and then again shove his cock into my mouth.  I was making gulping and gurgling sounds mixed with my whimpering moans.  The ordeal aroused me a great deal.  I was getting turned on by Justin treating me like a whore. 

The boy pushed my head down so I would deep-throat him, held my head still, and reached over my back.  I made a loud muffled moan as Justin pulled the anal toy from my butthole in on hard yank.  Justin chuckled.

“You ready to get fucked now?” he asked, still holding my head down, his cock deep down my throat, and my lips pressed against his pubic hairs.  All I could do was nod.

Justin let go of me, and I quickly pulled my head up and was coughing and gasping for air.  Justin turned off the vibrating action on the anal beads and dangled them in front of my mouth. 

“Open up,” he taunted.

I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t hesitate as I opened my mouth and Justin fed me the beads like he was feeding me grapes.  I was so aroused that I was beyond all reason that I didn’t care that the beads had been deep in my ass.  I fervently took them in my mouth as the boy fed them to me.

Justin had aroused me a great deal in the past and my ex-husband would arouse me at times to the point of me having a strong desire to be fucked, but nothing had ever sexually stimulated me as much as I was at that moment.  For the first time I can remember, I lost complete control of myself. I think I would have done anything the boy wanted me to do that night without protest just to have him fuck me and make me cum.

Justin pulled the beads out of my mouth and tossed them to the floor.  I looked up at him and waited with anticipation of what he would do to me next.  I was hoping he would get behind me and fuck me from behind.  He didn’t.

“Suck my cock again but go slow,” he told me and I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth. 

As I was doing my best to move my head up and down slowly, Justin picked up the dildo we bought.  It was acrylic, six and a half inches long, and had ridges along the shaft.  Justin slowly pushed it into my wet pussy.  God, it felt so good to finally have my pussy penetrated even if it was not his cock.  Justin slowly fucked me with the dildo while I was sucking his cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted me.  He knew by my muffled moans of pleasure that I did enjoy it, and he was teasing me, so I didn’t answer.

“I bet you would like a cock in your mouth as well as your pussy,” he kept taunting me with his words.  “You are such an old whore, Natalie, and I bet you would love to be fucked by another young cock while you suck mine.”  I didn’t answer, and the boy used his free hand to grab my hair again and pull my head up.  “Answer me, slut!” he said harshly.  “Tell me you want to get fucked by another young cock with mine in your mouth.”

“Yes…yes,” I whimpered out.  I wanted to say no, I truly did. 

I had never had a fantasy or a single thought about having sex with more than one person in my life.  But that night when Justin put that thought in my head, I started to imagine another younger man behind me fucking me as I sucked my young lover’s cock.  I would never in a million years have done it, but as aroused as I was, the thought of it was appealing at that moment and only at that moment. 

“God, you such a nasty old slut,” he kept up his verbal abuse.  “Maybe I can call down to the desk and tell them to send that guy up who carried our bags when we checked in.  I am sure he would like to see you sucking my cock and then fuck you.”  Justin told me.  “I bet you would like a young cock in your old pussy and one in your ass at the same time.” 

I pulled my head back and looked up at the boy.  “No, please don’t,” I whimpered.  Justin laughed.

At that moment, and how he was treating me, I truly had no idea if he would have done that or not.  Justin forced my head back to his cock and I once again took him in my mouth.

Justin started fucking my pussy with the dildo hard and fast and he finally gave me the much-desired orgasm I had needed.  When I came, Justin kept fucking me hard with the sex toy, my head jerked up, I made a loud screeching sound, and it felt like every muscle in my body constricted and released over and over until my orgasm ended. 

When the boy pulled the toy from my pussy I had another orgasm and I kept cumming even with nothing inside me.  After my second orgasm ended, as I was panting and my thighs, stomach, and pussy were quivering; Justin grabbed my hair once more.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded me.

I opened my mouth as I was gasping for air and the boy placed the dildo, glistening with my pussy fluids, into my mouth and forced me to suck it.  I was gagging and choking as he rammed it deep down my throat.  When Justin finally pulled it out of my mouth, I was again gasping for air.

The boy then placed the head of his cock less than an inch from my lips.  Still pulling my hair hard, Justin jerked his cock furiously and then made masculine grunts as his fluid ejaculated from his penis.  Most of it exploded into my mouth, but some landed on my upper lips, nose, forehead, and chin. 

Once he was done, the boy sat back on his heels, breathing hard.  He was still pulling my hair.  “Fuck, that was great,” he told me.

“You can take off the cuffs now and get me a cloth to wipe my face,” I said after I licked cum off of my lips.

Justin let go of my hair and grinned.  “No, I am not done with you yet, Natalie.”

I looked at the clock on the nightstand and smiled.  “It’s no longer your birthday.”  The clock read it was after midnight.

I flinched when Justin reached down, thinking he was going to pull my hair again.  He didn’t.  He caressed my cheek and sensually ran his fingers through my hair.  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

I thought for a couple of seconds, looked away from the boy, and shook my head.  “No,” I answered meekly.  I couldn’t look him in the eyes when I told him I wanted him to continue to treat me like a nasty old whore. 

“Are you sure?” the boy asked in a kindly tone.

I then looked into Justin's eyes.  “Yes, baby, treat me like your slut,” I told him in a resolved tone.

Justin nodded and smiled.  The boy moved to get behind me, and he removed the cuffs.  “Turn over on your back,” he told me.

“Can you get me a cloth?” I asked.  I still wanted to wipe my face which was covered in cum and salvia.

“No, sluts like you need cum all over their face and you may get more,“  he told me and grinned.

I rolled over on my back, and Justin got off the bed and picked up the box that the cuffs came in.  I was tempted to use the sheets to wipe my face, but I didn’t.  It made me feel slutty to have cum on my face and it was a turn-on. 

I watched the boy remove the straps that came with the cuffs for the box.  “Put your hands above your head.”  I did as he told me.

Justin looked at the sheet of instructions on how to use the cuffs and straps for the available positions you could use.  He got back on the bed and bound me with the cuffs again.  This time, my arms were pulled above my head and stretched to the sides, and I was bound to the bed with the straps.  I strained against my binds, but I was not getting loose. 

Justin picked up the anal beads, the lubricant, and the dildo.  He moved down to my legs, spread them apart, and lifted them slightly.  The boy then lowered his head and I gasped out when he started using his mouth on my pussy.  Justin teased me with his mouth and hands for a while, edging me a few times until I was squirming and begging for him to make me cum again. 

Justin then inserted the anal bead into my butthole once more, turned on the vibrating action, placed his mouth over my clit, teased my clit with his tongue, and used his fingers to give me a G-spot orgasm.  As I was cumming, my butt lifted off the bed, my arms tightened against my bounds, and my thighs closed over the boy’s head.  As I was receiving the ecstasy of my orgasm, Justin was rapidly massaging my G-spot and slowly pulling the beads out of my butthole.  The sensation increased the pleasure of my orgasm.  

Not even allowing me to bask in the after-orgasm euphoric bliss, Justin kneeled between my spread legs, lifted them higher, and held them there with one hand while he lubricated his cock with his other hand. 

“That slutty old asshole is good and loose now,” he told me.  Justin then penetrated my butthole with two, hard, powerful thrusts and I loudly cried out in pleasure from the forceful penetration. 

Justin held my legs up and started to fuck my butthole.  He started slowly, pulling almost out of me and then pushing his cock slowly into me as far as he could.  The boy did that for a few minutes and then picked up the dildo while his cock was buried deep in my ass. 

“A good slut needs a cock in both her pussy and asshole,” he told me.

“Justin…please...go slow," I whimpered out.  I don’t know why, but having both of my holes filled made me nervous for some reason.  “I want to try, but since we never done this, please go slow…uhhhh fuck!” I cried out as my pleas were interrupted when the boy penetrated my pussy with the dildo.  It felt amazing!  It felt even better when the boy started to fuck me hard with both his cock and the dildo.

The sensation is hard to explain.  It felt as if both my pussy and butthole seemed to be connected by thousands of pleasure nerves.  I felt pleasure not only from Justin’s cock inside me or the toy in my butthole, but I experienced pleasure on my G-spot as well even though it was not being stimulated. 

I started moaning and grunting louder as the boy fucked me even harder in both my holes.  I was calling out Justin’s name, calling out to God, and even telling the boy to fuck me harder.  I tried to reach down and put my arms around Justin, but the restraints prevented me, and I tried anyway. 

It was not much longer before I had another orgasm, and God, it was incredible and had a multiple orgasm that brought tears to my eyes.  Justin just kept fucking me harder and before long I had yet another orgasm from being double penetrated. 

While he was fucking my ass with his cock and my pussy with the dildo, the boy kept calling me a nasty old whore or a nasty old slut.  He would thrust as hard as he could into my butthole and ask me rhetorically if I liked it and liked being such an old whore for him.  He asked me if I wanted two young cocks in me at the same time, one in my pussy and one in my asshole.  Even though it was rhetorical, I would cry out yes, I loved it and I out, yes I wanted to be fucked in both holes by young cocks. 

Justin had already had two orgasms that night, and it took a long time before he had his third.  He fucked me with his youthful stamina and enthusiasm.  I never once told him to stop.  It felt too good and I wanted the boy to keep going and going and never stop fucking me like he was.  I didn’t care that I was getting exhausted, that my throat was getting hoarse from my loud moans and screams, that the bed was creaking loudly and sounding as if it was going to break, or that if the next room was occupied they could hear us or if someone walked past our room they could hear us as well. 

I became selfish and I didn’t care if Justin was getting pleasure or not, naturally,y he was.  I didn’t care that I was being such a dirty slut for the boy, which I did enjoy being.  I didn’t care if my older body could take the pleasurable abuse he was giving me or not.  All I cared about was the state of ecstasy I was in at that moment.   

I used filthy language as Justin fucked me; such vulgar words came out of my mouth.  I told the boy to fuck my pussy with the dildo, to fuck my asshole with his cock, told him how wonderful his young cock felt in my asshole, I called myself his dirty old whore, and other crude words and phrases. 

I had another multiple orgasm and it was intensified by having both my hole fucked.  I still did not want him to stop.  I was greedy and I was selfish.  I wanted more, and I begged my much younger lover to give me more and to go harder.  I begged him to use his youthful endurance to fuck me as hard as he could.  I pleaded with him to use me as his whore.

Justin would pause his brutal fucking to lean down and kiss my lips with violent passion, kiss my neck so furiously that I knew he was going to leave marks, but I didn’t care.  He would kiss my breasts and take my hard nipples into his mouth, and I would gasp out as he teased and bit them.  The boy would then go back to fucking me hard.

Both of our bodies were glistening with perspiration, his sweat dripping over my body, my hair damp and plastered to my face, when Justin pulled the dildo out of my pussy just as I was having yet another orgasm.  My orgasm continued as I begged him to put it back in. 

Justin ignored my pleas and pushed my legs up over my head and proceeded to fuck my butthole hard.  I could hear his body slapping against mine over my cries of pleasure, Justin’s masculine grunts of exertion, and the squeaking of the bed.  I never would have imagined that such a brutal fucking of my butthole could feel such ecstatic bliss.    

Justin finally moaned out that he was going to cum.  I begged him to cum inside my butt and once again he ignored my desire.  The boy pulled out of me quickly, pointed his cock at my breasts, and ejaculated his cum over my body.  My eyes darted up and down so I could see the look of orgasmic ecstasy on his beautiful face and watch the thick, sticky fluid land on my stomach and breasts. 

Justin kneeled back on his heels and was breathing heavily, and his body was damp with sweat.  I was lying, my arms spread out above my head, so breathless I could not talk, and my body damp with the mingled sweat from both of us.

“Holy fuck, that was some amazing fucking there,” Justin commented; proud of himself for making me react the way I did and cum as many times as I did from the incredible sex we just had.  

“You can free me now,” I told the boy once I caught my breath. 

Justin grinned and shook his head.  “That was just the beginning, Natalie.  We are not done yet.”

The boy reached down and started massaging the cum on my stomach and breasts like he was rubbing lotion on me.  He then placed his fingers on my lips and I sucked them into my mouth to clean them of cum.  Justin then lay down next to me and pressed his body against mine and started to play with me until he was ready to fuck me again. 

Justin kissed me, sucked my nipples, ran his fingers up and down my pussy, and massaged my nipples.  He kept my bound and when the boy was once more ready to go, he fucked me again.  Justin fucked me several more times that night, all the time I was bound by the cuffs in various positions.  He called me a whore and a slut and I called myself the same.   

One time he moved me to lay flat on my stomach, my arms spread out, and then he pulled my knees under my body to raise my butt up.  Justin then once again fucked me anally.  When he was about to cum, he pulled out of me, quickly got in front of me, pulled my head off the bed by my hair, and again came over my face.  After his orgasm ended, I took his cock into my mouth not caring it had been in my butt.   

The last time he fucked me; the boy cuffed my hands behind my back, pulled me on top of him, pulled me down to lay against his body, placed his hands on my butt cheeks, and rammed his cock up into me hard and fast.  He then picked up the dildo and used it to penetrate my butthole.  The sensation of being double penetrated again was again rapturous and I had a series of multiple orgasms before Justin ejaculated into my pussy.  After, the boy finally freed me of my bonds so we could sleep.  I was exhausted and sore all over, and Justin was finally sated and spent.   

The next morning I slept late, it was after ten in the morning.  The bed was empty of my love, and I heard the television in the other room of the suite on.  I slowly got out of bed, my body aching, my pussy and butthole sore, but I giggled at the pain of getting fucked the way I did and the pleasure that Justin gave me that night and morning. 

The room smelled of sex and sweat.  On the floor were the sex toys and the bottle of lubricant, now almost empty.  I picked up the robe and went into the bathroom to pee.  I looked at myself in the mirror, and my hair was all disheveled, my makeup all smeared, and I had mascara streaks going down the sides of my face.  I noticed two hickeys on my neck and three on my breast, and bruises already forming on my body. 

After I peed, I took off the harness outfit, put on the robe, ran a brush through my hair, and winced as the brush caught in the tangles.  I washed my face of makeup and dried cum.  I smelled and desperately needed a shower, but didn’t want to take one just yet.  I was still exhausted, famished, and dehydrated.

I walked into the other room of the suite and smelled bacon and saw a covered plate on the coffee table in front of the love seat.  Next to the covered plate was a bottle of water, a cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. 

Justin was sitting on the loveseat watching ESPN.  I sat down next to him and winced from the soreness and stiffness of my body.  As I cuddled up to the boy, he put his arm around me and pulled me close.  He kissed my forehead.  Unlike me, Justin smelled clean, and he had already taken a shower and gotten dressed.  I mentally cursed his youthful energy.  

“Don’t even think about it, baby,” I told him.

Justin laughed.  “Don’t worry.  My dick’s a little raw from last night.”

I giggled.  “Serves you right after what you did to me,” I told him, and then sat up and attacked the breakfast Justin had ready for me. 

I drank all the juice in one pour into my mouth and started eating the bacon with relish and in an unladylike manner.

“We'd better clean the room before the housekeeper gets here,” I told the boy with a mouth full of cantaloupe.

“They already came and I told them we didn’t need them and just got some clean towels and fresh sheets,” the boy told me. 

I smiled at Justin for his thoughtfulness, but the boy was frowning at me.  “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked after I took a sip of coffee. 

“I…well, I feel like shit about how I treated you last night,” Justin admitted.  “Not the sex or cuffing you, because that was great.  I feel terrible about the names I called you.”  I could tell by his voice that the boy was sincere. 

I put down my coffee cup, leaned back, and kissed the boy’s cheek.  “You are so sweet, darling,” I told him and took his hand in mine.  “Do you think I would let you do anything to me I didn’t want you to?  That I would let you say those things to me if I didn’t want you to?  It turned me on, Justin, and I know you don’t think of me that way.  It’s exciting for us to do that now and then.”

Justin smiled, and I kissed his cheek again.  “Now I am going to go take a long,g hot bath and soak in the tub for a while.  You can go down to the beach or the pool or walk around the resort.”

Just as I was getting into the large standalone tub, Justin walked into the bathroom.  He sat on the edge of the tub and bathed me and washed my hair.  It was so sweet and endearing, and I enjoyed his gentle attention.

We had two more nights at the Cloister on Sea Island and spent that day at the spa, and then we went to the beach.  It was a nice and much-needed relaxing day for me.  While on the beach, I noticed something I didn’t pick up on the other days we were on the beach. 

Justin didn’t even glance at the younger, pretty girls in their skimpy bikinis as they walked by.  They certainly looked at him.  But when an attractive woman who looked to be in her mid to late thirties or even early forties walked by wearing a one-piece bathing suit and holding the hand of her child, Justin’s eyes followed her. 

“Justin!  She has a child with her!” I teasingly chastised the boy.

Justin grinned at me.  “So, you have grandchildren.”  I laughed.  The boy was truly attracted to older women, and girls his own age held no appeal for him. 

That night we didn’t have sex.  I was still much too sore, and Justin respected me.  We were lying in bed, and the boy was spooning me.  Even though I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, the boy didn't try to fuck me.  I liked that he knew I was too worn out and sore and needed a break.   

“Why do you like older women?” I asked suddenly out of curiosity and turned to face the boy.  

I knew that he preferred an older woman who was in their mid to late thirties or early forties.  I also knew I was the oldest woman he had ever had sex with, and that was flattering. 

“I don’t know, I just do,” he answered, but that was not good enough for me, so I pressed him on the issue. 

“I am attracted to older women, normally not as old as you,” he told me, and it was not an insult, just a fact.  “I like older women who have not had sex in a while and need it.  I know I have an above average size cock.  It’s not huge, but it’s larger than most.  I like making older women who need sex cum as much as they do, as much as I make you cum and give them something they thought they no longer need,” he told me in his arrogance like it was his divine calling to please older women sexually.  I chuckled at that and his arrogance.  

“I didn’t need it,” I told him.  “I was perfectly happy with my life before you forced yourself on me and started doing perverted things to me,” I teased.

“Perverted things?  That’s the kettle calling the pot black, isn’t it?” he teased back.  “Plu,s I didn’t force myself on you and you never said no.”  He kissed my forehead.  “And what about now?”

“I can’t keep my hands off of you, and I want you all the time, and I want you to do perverted things to me,” I admitted honestly.  Justin grinned.  “What about married women?” I asked.

“No, I don’t mess around with married women,” he told me in a serious tone.  I smiled.  I liked that.

“So, when was the first time you thought about having sex with me?” I teased him. 

“Umm…let’s see. About a year ago, I guess.”

“That long!  Why didn’t you try anything before?” 

“You may not know it, Natalie, but you are an intimidating woman.  You are intelligent, pretty, sexy, and classy.  You never looked at me like some of the other women do, and I never thought I had a snowball’s chance in hell with you.  I was content to just jerk off on occasion,n thinking about you.”

“So why did you finally try, and what if I had said no?” I asked.

“I just had to try because I wanted to fuck you that bad and if you would have said no then I would have stopped,” the boy smiled at me.  “But you didn’t say no, and how was I supposed to know that you would be such a freak in bed?” 

“Shut up, I am not,” I pouted and found myself embarrassed.  Not that I wanted to do perverted things with Justin.  I was not embarrassed or ashamed of the things we did that gave me pleasure.  I was embarrassed because I pouted like a schoolgirl.

"So all I had to do was say no and my life would have been normal again, huh?" I teased. 

Justin chuckled.  "Yes."

I cuddled closer to the boy.  "I felt guilty and ashamed of myself the first few times we had sex," I admitted to him.  "Well, after we had sex.  During I didn't," I added with a giggle.

"You did?  Why?" he asked.

"Because of the age difference, and also I never thought I was that type of woman who would do something like that," I answered honestly.

"And now?" he asked

"Now I am utterly shameless.”  Justin laughed at my reply. 

We talked some more about our relationship and how we both knew what it was.  We both knew that while we enjoyed each other both sexually and non-sexually, our relationship was based more on sex.  Justin knew I would never want to meet a man around my age and get married again, and I knew he never wanted to be serious with a woman at his current stage in his life.  

I felt a sudden rush of deep affection for the boy as we continued to have an honest conversation.  I started kissing his chest and then sat up on the bed and removed my pajama top to expose my breasts.

“I thought you were too sore for this?” he asked me.

I smiled.  “My mouth is not sore.”

I then kissed my way down his body, pulled down his boxer briefs, and gave the boy a long sensual blowjob then licked his butthole as I jerked him off.  When the boy orgasmed, I jerked him until he ejaculated on my face. 

I sat up and ran my fingers over my face, scooping up cum, and then making an elaborate show of me licking my fingers clean.  I didn't even wash my face afterward, and cuddled next to him and fell asleep.

On the last night of our stay, Justin and I made love a few times before we went to sleep.  The boy was gentle and passionate, and intimate every time he made love to me that night, and it was wonderful. 

After our first trip, our sex life returned almost to the way it was.  I say almost because I now fully surrender to the boy’s dominance over me when we have sex.  I never had the desire to tie him up again or to be in control.  Justin started spending more nights with me, and I enjoyed having him in my bed for the entire night. 

The boy, while more domineering, didn’t treat me like a slut or humiliate me as he did on his birthday.  The sex toys and restraints we had bought were put away and not used again, and Justin never asked me to get them out again.  That was until my birthday,y when he promised to do whatever I wanted him to do.

Justin came over for dinner that I cooked for us, and after we ate and then made out on the sofa for a while, I suggested it was time to go to bed.  Justin told me it was not even nine o’clock yet, and I reminded him of his promise to me about my birthday. 

Once in my bedroom, I told the boy to take off his clothes and get on the bed while I got ready.  I came out of the bathroom with my hair down, my makeup applied with perfection, and I was wearing the outfit I bought when we went to Sea Island for his birthday. 

Justin grinned at me and watched me go into my walk-in closet.  I came out of my closet with the restraints, the anal beads, the dildo, and a new sex toy I had ordered online in my hand.  I smiled at the boy.      

Justin looked at what I was carrying and frowned.  “I don’t know about this, Natalie,” he told me.  “I don’t want anything but your tongue up my ass.  I know I promised you, but this is too far.” His voice was stern.

I just smiled again and walked to the bed.  I placed everything on the bed, got the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand drawer where I kept it for easy access for when we had anal sex, and showed the boy the new sex toy.  It was a ball gag. 

“I am serious, Natalie,” Justin told me in a serious tone. 

I leaned over him and kissed his cheek, and then pulled my head back.  “Remember you promised you would do whatever I wanted,” I reminded him.  “I did whatever you wanted and didn’t complain.” 

“This is different, Natalie,” he protested.  “All I did was stuff we did before…well, most of it.  And you like it in the ass, I don’t.  You can use the cuffs on me, but not the other things.”

“How do you know you don’t?”  I teased.  “I didn’t know I enjoyed it until we did it.”

“No, Natalie!” Justin said harshly and got off the bed.

I laughed at the boy.  “Baby, come back to bed.  I was just teasing you.  I am not going to use these things on you.  I have no desire to.”  Which was true; I had no desire at all to use the toys on Justin.

Justin got back into bed.  I then straddled him and started kissing his neck as he wrapped his arms around my body.

“No, baby, I want you to use them on me,” I whispered in his ear.  “I want you to fuck me like you did on your birthday.”  I kissed his neck some more and then sat up as I ran my hands over his chest.  “I want you to treat me like a slut again.” I lowered my head and kissed his nipples.  “I want to be your whore tonight.  I want you to gag me again.  I liked that.”

Justin granted me my birthday wish, and we repeated that night of his birthday, with one exception.  Justin did not call me a whore or a slut.  When I was not gagged, I called myself that, but the boy never used those words to refer to me that way.  He never did during the remainder of our relationship.   

Justin and I continued our affair for several more months, and we went on other trips together.  Mostly within the U.S, but one time I did take him to Europe.  We went to Italy, visited Rome, and other cities.  We then took a Viking Cruise from Venice to Athens, Greece.

It was a great trip and I enjoyed seeing the boy’s face and his enthusiasm at the sites.  He really enjoyed the ancient ruins and showed interest when I would tell him about the sites we saw.  Then, of course, we had a great deal of sex. 

Our affair ended when Justin told me he was moving to Key West, Florida.  He told me he had a friend down there who wanted him to come down and work with him on a deep-sea chartered fishing boat.  That was Justin.  He wanted to skirt through life without a care in the world with no responsibilities. 

Two nights before he was to leave, the boy spent the night with me and we fucked as much as we could before we were both spent and exhausted.  I wished him the best of luck and told him to stay in touch.  He promised he would.

I would miss Justin, and I would miss the sex, but I had to admit that it would be nice to get my life back to normal.  I had my fun, I had my younger lover, I did things sexually I never thought I would ever do, and it was all wonderful.  But now it was time to put that behind me. 

I did hear from Justin a few times, a text here and there, and about three months after he moved, I invited myself to visit him.  I decided I would fly down and spend about a week with the boy.  Things did not work out as I planned, but I did have a new and amazing sexual discovery.