The Pleasure principle
written by:
Chris-t6290

As a size 18 (UK dress size), 43-year-old woman, I had given up on sexual liaisons, let alone considering if I would ever have another relationship, when I turned 40. I've always been a size 18. Roger, my ex-husband, new that when he married me 24 years ago when I was 19. Even after having three children, from when I was 20 to 28, my size didn't change; except when I was noticeably pregnant of course. Then, and when our third daughter started school, Roger moved out, calling it a trial separation - away from the children. Although we'd occasionally get together for sex, indicating that wasn't the problem as Roger made sure I was pleasured first, it soon became less and less. Eventually, and to my surprise, he had met a woman who was 12 years younger than him and a size 14 he informed me, when he said he couldn't see me anymore as he dearly loved her; consequently, I filed for divorce and, rather begrudgingly, ‘hoped they'd be very happy together'.

You're no doubt thinking, that, as a woman, I should have no problem finding a man. They want a hot meal and hot sex, both of which I'm able to provide, but what do I get. Where's the love and the pleasure I got from Roger? I tried dating after that, but only a handful of the men bothered to, or knew how to pleasure me, or any woman for that matter; using me as a cum receptacle. Because of the complications when I gave birth to our third child, the Doctor advised us that I should be sterilised, as any future pregnancy could be life threatening, and not just for me. So I simply put up with it. Accepted it you might say. Then, and when I turned 40, I just gave up on men and, if you like, the ‘pleasure principle'. So, what brought about the change you ask?

My story begins four months ago, in late spring early summer. Here, in the UK, late spring can be quite hot. Last year, for instance, we had snow for three days in late November, which is also late autumn. Anyway, oh, I'm Clair by the way, having seen a TV programme which kind of gave me renewed hope about dating, I casually looked through the personals section of my local paper, not expecting to find anyone looking for a size 18, 40+ woman. Then, and right at the end of the page, I noticed it. ‘Yeah, right,' I thought to myself, as I read it. Since the adverts were free to local people, I figured it had to be a wind up, a joke on the type of women it indicated: ‘Principal of Pleasure' it was headed. ‘Young-looking, middle aged man (30's), would like to pleasure women. Any age (18+), any size, any race, straight, gaye or bi-sexual (only).' (The last part suggesting none who've had a sex change.)

After having folded the paper up, for some reason, don't ask me why, I found myself coming back to it. The first few times, I dismissed it as a joke. A late April fools one, and not very good at that. Thereafter, I got to thinking, ‘well, hold on a minute, what if he really is genuine.' It won't do any harm to find out; and besides, evening phone calls are free, so it won't cost anything, either. However, if it is a joke, well, we can laugh together.

Filled with renewed spirits, I picked up the phone and called the number, only to get a recorded message inviting me to leave a message of my own along with a contact phone number, which I did, but, and since it was a spur of the moment thing, not very appealing, I thought, and left it at that.

Several days later, and with the advert the furthest thing from my mind, the phone rang. Picking up the receiver, I said: "Hello," in my usual tone.

"Is this Clair?" the man on the other end asked me.

"Yes, this is she," I replied, leaving him to explain his reason for phoning me.

"I got the message you left me -"

"What message?" I abruptly said. "I didn't leave a mess-" I curtly informed him. "Oh, that message. Sorry," I apologised, having realised what he meant.

"Neil," he informed me.

"In all honesty, Neil, when I first read it, I thought it was a joke," I told him. "So, how many other women replied to it?" I cagily asked.

"Three," he replied, suggesting that, any other prospective women saw it as a joke, which is all the more better for me. Seeing as Neil is non-judgemental as to the women he offers to pleasure, I decided to do him the same courtesy, and agreed to meet him for a social drink; for all I know he could be an axe murderer, although, that's a bit strong come to think of it.

Arranging to meet at a local wine bar, a couple of days later, I decided to dress half sexy; the top half...wait for it. Full black shoes with a solid 3-inch heel, black skirt that hangs just below my knees, black stockings and a garter belt - I, for one, find tights totally unsexy - black French-cut lacy panties, a low cut maroon coloured top that shows the swell of my bust and a red bra, which hangs below it and keeps my 42E breasts nice and snug. Being as it was early spring I also wore a short black jacket.

The first thing I noticed about Neil, when I met him, was that he was black. This struck me as odd as I was given to believe that black men had such an extreme sexual prowess, and big...you know (cocks). As his advert indicated, he most certainly looked young. About 25, maybe 26 I'd guess; also, tall and big, more muscular than heavyset, though.

Having gotten our drinks, he paying for the first ones and me the second, being my limit, and Neil's as it turned out. We adjourned to a booth and, I suppose you could say interviewed each other. He asked about my situation, while I enquired as to his, and offering the service.

"I would have to say, Clair, that I enjoy seeing the reaction on a woman's face when she cums, and especially that I am responsible for making her orgasm," Neil confidently told me.

"Okay, so what about you?" I coyly ask him.

"If you mean do we have sex, that's up to them if they want to," Neil rejoined.

"What about protection?" I further enquired, intimating STD's and using a condom.

"Most are like you, Clair. Neglected and alone while others have never known pleasure before. As for precautions, of course I take that seriously, you have to in this day and age," Neil assured me.

Having finished our drinks, I told Neil that I'll phone him the next day and let him know how I stand on his respectful offer.

Suffice it to say, I was quite turned on to Neil during our chat, however, I wanted it to be special, and not, in the heat of the moment, running off after our meeting for a quick grope and all; besides which, I could do with some grooming down there and even more so if he was to ‘plough my field'.

Phoning Neil the next day, and calming any nerves I had, I got straight to it: "Neil, it's Clair, from yesterday. And yes, I'd very much like to have you over tomorrow, if that's ok?" leaving him to indicate when.

"Allright then, Clair, how about the afternoon?" he said.

Em, ‘afternoon delight' as American's refer to it. Then there's the song by someone or other: ‘sky rocket in flight...' I think we can all guess what that's an euphemism for. "That will be fine, Neil, say about 2-ish," I suggested, and then gave him my address and directions on how to get here.

After breakfast I took a long leisurely bath and washed my hair; top and middle. Towelling myself dry, but still with another wrapped around my shoulder length auburn hair, I applied some moisturiser to my skin before putting on make-up. Nothing too heavy, mind, thereby allowing Neil to lose himself in my marine-blue eyes. Giving my thatch another quick trim, and away from my ‘slip stream', I dabbed some light scent on either side before doing the same to my breasts neck and wrists.

Unlike two days ago, I decided to dress full on sexy: Seemed black stockings, a black garter belt with a pink bow at the front, tanga briefs (anything less would look silly on my figure, I concluded), a black half cup bra that just about covered my nipples, a short navy blue skirt and a turquoise blouse that had poppers instead of buttons while my shoes were again black but less full and with 5-inch heels.

After brushing my hair into wispy curls, I just about had enough time to pour myself a drink and knock it back in a few gulps before my lounge clock struck 2pm. Seconds after that the front door bell rang. ‘Em, punctual!' I thought, as I went and answered it.

Greeting Neil, I invited him in and then directed him to the lounge while I shut the door. Presently Joining him, I poured us a drink each, the same as we had at the wine bar and invited him to sit on my sofa. It being comfortable enough and less forward, unlike a bed. Sitting next to him, I placed his left arm around my shoulder and let things develop. Moments thereafter, he poised his right hand under my chin. Then, turning me towards him, Neil kissed me: first my lips, then my nose. Releasing my chin, he kissed that as well before tilting my head back and kissing my neck.

Undoing the second and third poppers of my chemise, Neil kissed my exposed flesh. "Em, please," I lowly moaned, wanting more.

Returning to my mouth, Neil again kissed my lips, only this time he wormed his tongue tip inside, darting it in and out before drawing back; whereupon, I moved my head to follow it.

Holding me back, he kissed my chin and all the way down my neck. Releasing two more of poppers, before he eased the material back to kiss my shoulders. "Em, yes, Neil, like that, please," I encouraged him, as he licked my exposed breasts before pleasurably kissing them.

With no need to ask if I'm enjoying it, Neil released the bottom part of my blouse from my skirt and then undid the bottom two poppers, all the while kissing me and twirling his tongue with mine, causing me to melt and...cum! "Emn, emmn," I responsively moaned.

‘Well, if anything else, Neil's most definitely a great kisser,' I said to myself.

Moving his lips back down my body to my breasts, Neil caressed my midriff with his large warm black hand and tickled my naval. "Em, ehem," I vaguely giggled.

"Would you care to lay down a bit, Clair?" Neil soon asked.

"Em, please," I rejoined.

With Neil sitting forwards, almost on the edge, I reclined with my neck, resting it on a cushion, which is on the right armrest.

Leaning over me, Neil unfastened the remaining poppers of my shirt, opening it up fully so that he could then admire me.

"Em, you look lovely, Clair," he presently said, and then kissed my midriff, and all the way up my body, this time to my lips. Lifting himself off me, he motioned me up and removed my blouse. Then, reaching behind myself I unclipped my bra and removed it.

After easing me back down, Neil kissed my lips, and caressed my breasts in turn, causing another climax to stir inside me, which he then released by gently pulling one of my nipples.

"Em, you look radiant, Clair," he said, knowing that he'd made me cum. And as I smiled back at him, with a contented look on my face, I simply replied: "Thank you, Neil."

Lowering himself to my neck, Neil kissed the underside of my chin, followed by my neck and along each of my shoulders. "Yes! Em, more, like that, please," I appealed to him, and placed my right hand behind his neck to encourage him.

Paying long and languid attention to each of my breasts, Neil teased the nipples with his fingers and thumb before covering each one in turn with his warm lips.

Almost clamping the teat between and with them, Neil then used his tongue on it.

"Em, yes, Neil, like that, like that, please, more," I cried out, as another climax engulfed me, and he'd yet to touch my pussy, I noted to myself.

Continuing to kiss down my body, all the while gazing into my eyes, Neil drew himself down my skirt, making me sigh with hesitant anticipation of him moving it up, only to have him slither down my legs to my feet!

Taking my right shoe off, he kissed the underneath of my foot from the heel to the toe, and then placed the nylon clad big one, and the two beside it, in his mouth and sucked them. I seam to remember an image of this on Madonna's ‘Erotica' LP, and now, as with then, wondered what it was all about.

Seconds later, I felt it. A rather nice tingling in my pussy when he sucked my big toe. "Em, that's..." I said, not knowing how best to describe it.

"Pleasurable?" Neil proffered, as he stroked my leg as well.

"You know, a woman like me could get used to this attention, Neil," intimating what about him.

"I'm glad to hear it," he pleasantly responded, with an affectionate smile, and having placed my foot down, he removed my other shoe and stroked that one for a while.

Finished pampering my feet, a size six no less, Neil asked: "Would you be allright with me, removing the rest of your clothes, Clair?"

"I'll be allright with anything, so long as it's pleasurable," I tolled him, hoping he'll take the hint that I wanted him; I wanted him inside me.

Placing my leg down, though someway apart, Neil moved back up my legs and skirt until he reached my midriff, which he again kissed; so much attention, I just could not believe my fortune.

After a few short moments, and still kissing my body, I sensed Neil's hand go to the button and zip of my skirt. And after a bit of a fumble he managed to undo them.

Intuitively placing my hand on the back of Neil's neck, he then peeled back the first few inches and then kissed along my waist. However, as I then went to lift myself up, so that he could drag some more down, Neil motioned me back.

"It's okay, Clair, there's no rush," he reassuringly tolled me. ‘Oh wow! A man who's willing to take his time,' I could eat him, he's that, dare I say it, perfect!

Managing to ease some more down (usually the men go the other way, lifting it up and over my shoulders. Most undignified, and not the way I put it on), Neil exposed the waist of my black panties.

"Em, you smell nice, Clair. ‘Lancome' if I'm not mistaken," referring to the scent I dabbed down there.

"And, me?" I enquired, as he kissed along the waist of my tanga.

"Em, heavenly. I just love the natural scent of a woman," he extolled.

Feeling as turned on as I was, I felt in the mood to be as if I was young again. ‘What, specifically?' I enquired, wanting Neil to be explicit. To hopefully talk dirty.

Ignoring my suggestive encouragement, he let me lift myself up. Then Neil eased my skirt past my big butt and down to my knees.

"How would you feel about turning over, Clair?" he suggested, indicating he's not quite ready to visit my ‘promised land' just yet. And as I went to repose myself, Neil raised himself up so that I could.

Now on my front, my breasts to be precise, he positioned me more comfortably, with my arms folded inwards and on top of the armrest and my head, turned to the left, on top of them.

Leaning over me he lightly massaged my shoulders and kissed the blades down to the small of my back; licking the pool like indentation.

"Em, huh," I sighed, as I breathed deeply.

Kisses again brushed my skin as he moved to my waist while caressing my right buttock, followed soon by his mouth on my left one, occasionally nipping my flesh, which there's plenty of, with his puffy black lips.

Having scrunched the back of my panties up, and into a narrower strip, I felt Neil's tongue snake along my curple (arse cleavage), and let out a languid moan as he neared my anus. ‘Good job I cleaned it,' I thought, as he flicked his tongue around my puckered ‘brown eye'.

"Em, yes, Neil, that's lovely, tease me, with your tongue, please," I appealed to him.

"Can I trouble you to place your hand on your left cheek for me, Clair?" he asked.

‘Trouble! You must be joking, I thought, and immediately placed my hand behind me.

"You know, I want you to make love to me," I confessed, with my back towards him.

"Are you sure, Clair?" he cautiously enquired.

"Em, I'm sure. I've never been more sure in my life," I elucidated. "Oh! Em, especially when! You do something like that," I exclaimed, as he eased first one, then two of his fingers into my butt.

Thankfully, Neil didn't embarrass me by asking if I'd ever had ass sex, which I hadn't, as that could have killed the moment, and what a moment as he covered my buttocks - both of them, with warm wet kisses while he massaged my anus with his stout fingers.

Removing them from my tight crevice, Neil soon eased my skirt the rest of the way off before having me turn back. Leaning over to kiss my lips, I notice a vague smell of lemon, indicating he'd cleaned his fingers (from my anus) with a wipe.

Placing my hand on the back of Neil's neck, I pulled him closer and kissed him. This time it was my tongue that explored his mouth and as we continued I heard the clock chime 3pm, and felt Neil's hand rest on my panties, covering my pussy mound, which he warmly caressed.

"Emn, emmnn," I moaned, as he did so.

Presently, his two middle fingers, possibly the ones that had previously pleasured my butt, slowly traced a path along the moist furrow of my ‘cunt!' ‘Em, I just love that word when it's appropriate.' Neil was pleasuring my cunt, and my cunt was aching, demanding to be pleasured.

Lifting him up, slightly, I huskily said: "Take them off me, please, Neil," realising, and expecting that, it would be special when he did, and Neil didn't disappoint.

Moving down the sofa, he bent his head over my clothed, mound of Venus and kissed around the ‘V' of my panties, my pussy juices no doubt permeating through the lacy materiel. Soon moving his hands to the sides of the waistband, Neil slowly rolled the material back and exposed my reddish-brown bush, which he kissed as it was revealed.

"Herm, herm," I murmured, as he again took in my scent.

"How do you like it, how do you like my ‘cunt?" I exclaimed, my body quivering with a mixture of lust and anticipation.

Eventually sliding my panties all the way off, my sex was now naked to him. However, there was one, or to be exact, two more things to do:

Sliding his hands along my nylons, Neil undid the front two clips, all the while concentrating his attention on my humid cunt! Then determinedly lifting each leg in turn, he undid the back clip of each and removed my stockings.

Now! I was totally naked.

Placing my feet on the sofa so that my legs were slightly angled, Neil kissed the inside of each thigh, teasing me as to when he would press his moist lips to my even wetter ones. Again, my cunt ached for his touch as he weaved from side to side of my humid thighs like a wild cat moving in for the kill.

Using his thumbs, Neil finally opened my petals. ‘Now, do it now, please,' I pleaded in my head.

The first thing I felt was his pointed nose as it slid along my channel and breathed in deeply. ‘Say it. My cunt' I remarked, eager for him to join in my lustfulness.

"Em, exquisite," he exclaimed, as if commenting on a mature wine before nudging my clit. Then, I felt it.

What with Neil's nose being where it was, breathing in my sex, deeply, his tongue had to be long, as it traced a path from my perineum all the way up my slit, then back down, then up then down before worming its way into my pussy.

"Oh yes!" I cried out, as I came, and came. Holding Neil against me, as I no doubt covered his tongue, lips and mouth with my secretions.

Not stopping, he continued to lap them up before moving to my clit, which he flickered his tongue over quite vibrantly as he pleasured the inside of my pussy with three, and eventually all four fingers, again making me cum.

After that, I was desperate to be fucked, and somehow knew that Neil wouldn't let me down with that.

Letting me undo his trousers, I soon released Neil's black trouser snake, which I insisted on taking into my hungry mouth and then sucked it all the way down.

The one noticeable difference, and Neil was the first black man I had been with, was that his cock, although erect, was plyably bendable, thereby allowing the head to slide down my throat.

"Emmng, emmng," I mumbled, as I sucked on it.

"Ohh, ah, easy, Clair," he somewhat warned me.

"Do you want to cum, Neil?" I asked, as I ran my tongue up and down the upright underside of his shaft, in contrast to him doing likewise to my slit.

"Em, please," he said.

"Good!" I exclaimed, and took him back into my mouth and sucked on his black rod until he flooded me with his warm glutinous love juice.

Taking myself from him, I removed his trousers and pants. Then, when I reposed myself, I noticed and said: "Still hard, I see," and went to lay down.

Stopping me, Neil surprisingly said: "I‘d like you to be on top, Clair." ‘God, can this get any better?' I wondered.

Taking a condom from his trousers, I said to Neil: "Here, let me," and had him lay down. Placing the tip over his still firm erection, I lowered my head over it and pressed my lips against the sheath as I slowly slid my lips, and the rubber, down Neil's shaft. Then, with it covering as much of the length for as far as it would go, I held the bottom with my right hand and slowly withdrew my mouth from it.

Squatting over Neil, I again held his cock erect, and having eased the glans into my aching cunt, I then slid my pussy lips up and down his lovely long black sceptre.

"Em, em, yes, oh God, yes, Neil, your cock's so fucking lovely," I commended.

Moving me closer to him, so that I received all of it, he then placed his hands on my buttocks and motioned me up and down his joystick.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Neil," I impelled him, and before long I'm fucking and cuming on his black cock. After that, Neil moved me into several more positions, each time making me cum with his masterful cock buried inside me, beforehand. But, for the final one, he said:

"Have you ever done it against a wall, with your legs around your partner's waist?"

‘Come on, Neil. I'm a size 18 and heavy with it,' I exclaim in my head.

Taking my hand, Neil leads me to my matching armchair, which he has me help him push the back flush against the wall before removing the seat cushion and helping me up, then directing me, afterwards, to sit on the backrest and place my feet on the armrests for now.

Genuflecting in front of me, he took a final sample of my dripping wet pussy. First licking the juices from my thighs before he lapped at my petals with that smooth warm long tongue of his. "If you're not careful, you'll make me...again!" and he did.

"I just love the taste of pussy, Clair, and especially yours," he commended, as he goes to stand up.

"Can you say—cunt for me, that is what it is," I appealed, as, through part glazed eyes, I noticed my essence on his lips, and with him now stood up, I motioned his head towards mine and kissed each one in turn.

"Em, I do taste rather nice," I remarked.

"Okay, Clair, what I'd like is for you to hold yourself open for me," suggesting he's really going to fuck me; good and proper.

Having done as he'd asked, Neil motioned the head of his cock up and down my exposed cunt, and without any warning he thrust it into me.

"Oh FUCK!" I yelled. "Huh, huh, huh," I gasped for air, as he slowly withdrew it before again, slamming it into me.

"Huh, huh, huh," I continued to gasp, almost with a high pitch voice, then, one more for luck and I came. My body shaking as my juices once more leaked from me. Taking my legs, as my body still spasmed, Neil wrapped them around his waist and ploughed my saturated pussy with his long black rod.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, Neil, I want every, centimetre, of your, lovely, long, black cock, filling, me up," I emboldened him, as he fucked me hard, deep and true.

"How does your cunt feel now?" Neil asked, as he somewhat got into it, reaming my ‘cunt,' with determined thrusts, his hands, backs down, against the wall behind my head, cushioning me from the forceful back and forth, jolting, motion, which resonated up to it.

"Fuck me, fuck my fucking cunt, Neil," I somewhat hissed, as his cock, and our combined obscenity's, soon had me climaxing, again!

After that, Neil's more than ready to cum, and having him sit where I was I removed the condom with my lips and teeth, causing him to moan as they grazed his pulsating flesh. Dropping (as apposed to spitting) the latex sheath from my mouth, I then licked around the head before I took it into my mouth and lovingly sucked on just that, and as I did, the clock chimed 5 pm followed by Neil filling my mouth with his hot stick spunk, another of my favourite words.

"Emn, emmnn," I vociferated, as I sucked his lovely black cock dry.

"Em, that was most pleasurable, Neil," I said afterwards. "Any chance you can stay for tea?" I enquired of him.