Sasha had been watching him since she arrived at the bar. He was older, handsome, with salt and pepper hair and beard. She loved a man with a beard, especially one with some gray. Why was he alone? There were plenty of attractive women here...and men. He could be gay.

"What a waste that would be for me," she thought. "He's so hot."

As she watched him, she felt great sadness. He seemed to be so alone, not just lonely, but "alone." That's when you feel lonely but also hopeless. He drank and looked down, never making eye contact with anyone. Sasha finished her wine. As it removed her last inhibition, she realized that she would pursue him. She would seduce him.

"Hi," she said softly. "May I join you?"

"Sure," he said. He was a bit shocked at her request.

She did most of the chatting and learned his name was Adam, he was a widower, worked in the technology business and owned his own home. He loved cats and had three. There was indeed a sadness within him. She decided to try and discover the cause and bought him another drink. She continued polite banter for a bit. After he'd had some more to drink, she decided the time was right.

"Why are you alone?" she asked. "A handsome man like you should have some company for the evening."

He smiled at the handsome remark, but paused for a long time, then swallowed the rest of the good whiskey she's paid for.

"Well, I, uh...can't do it," he responded. He sighed heavily. "I can't seem to, you know, get it up, so I don't really mingle much."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she soothed. "Maybe you just need the right kind of stimulation from the right partner," she offered. He seemed intrigued.

"You could be right."

"My place is close," she said calmly. "Why don't we go get comfortable."

Sasha was thrilled when he agreed. He left a tip and followed her out the door. Her apartment was only two blocks from the bar. She held his arm as they walked. That seemed to relax him. She also placed her head on his shoulder occasionally and laughed a little extra at his jokes. It pleased her to see his happiness.

Entering her apartment, he was a complete gentleman, removing his shoes. She liked the fact that there was a small hole in the toe of one of his socks.

"How about another drink?" she asked from the kitchen.

"Oh, thanks, but I'd better not." He stood looking out her window.

Oh, God," she thought. "Don't offer the poor guy more booze if he has trouble getting hard."

She decided it was time for action. Removing every stitch of clothing, she walked into the living room. He saw her beautiful, nude body reflected in the window. He spun around, surprised. She walked over, grabbed his necktie and pulled him to her. She pressed against his cock as she planted a deep tongue kiss on his lips. She was glad to feel his strong hands grab her ass and caress her soft cheeks. Still, he wasn't hard. She decided to implement "plan B."

"Follow me," she said, pulling him by the necktie to the bedroom. She undressed him, making sure to caress his chest and back. He had such a nice back. When she had undressed him, she dropped to her knees. Sasha loved to suck cocks. In some ways, she preferred it to sex. She blew on his cock and balls.

"Oooh!" she exclaimed with delight as his cock danced a bit from the cool air. Still on her knees, she lifted his shaft and buried her face in his balls.

"Do you like that, baby?" she whispered. "I want to be so bad." She continued to put his balls in her mouth as she stroked his cock. It showed signs of life, but still, wasn't too hard. She stretched him out on his back on the bed and ground her ass and pussy on his cock as she put her breasts in his face. He lapped at her nipples, and she arched her back. Still, he wasn't getting very hard.

"Okay, baby," she said. "I'm going to give you something extra special." She pulled out some ropes already attached to her bed and tied his hands and feet. Momentarily, she stepped into her walk-in closet and emerged in leather panties and a leather bra. She carried a flogger.

"I think I've figured you out," she said. She brought the flogger down on his thigh, close to his cock. His cock twitched. She hit him again. Again, his cock moved.

"What do you think, baby?" Sasha said. "Are you okay?"

"I like it," Adam said. His breath was quickening. "More, please!"

Sasha grinned from ear to ear. She flogged his thighs, his legs, his feet, his chest, everywhere but his cock. Adam grew harder and harder, until, finally, his cock pointed at the ceiling. He was ready. Sasha brought the flogger down on his testicles. Adam let out a howl, but he also begged for more.

"Oh, God, Sasha, please whip me!" Sasha whipped around his balls and cock, occasionally hitting them directly. When he was getting red, she ordered him to lie across her knees. She spanked him mercilessly. He had raging hard on.

She flipped him back over, re-tied his hands and feet. After removing her leather, she climbed onto his iron-hard shaft and ground her hungry, wet pussy on his cock. As she fucked him, she continued to flog his chest.

"Oh, yes, baby!" he cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, please!"

"You like it when I'm in charge?" she said sternly. "You like being a good boy for me?"

"Oh, yes, I do! I want to be a good boy!"

"Then you have to cum for me. Sasha's going to cum all over your cock, but you have to be a good boy and cum with me. Okay, baby boy?"

"Yes, I will. I promise," he cried.

Just to make sure, Sasha took his hand and guided two of his fingers to her pussy. Then, she placed his fingers in his mouth.

"Taste me," she said firmly. "Taste Sasha!" She cowgirl fucked him harder and harder as he sucked her sweetness off of his fingers.

It worked. They both climaxed together. Sasha climbed off of him and gently sucked his deliciously wet cock. Then, she got on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her passionately between panting for air.

"I guess we figured out what you needed," Sasha said smiling.

"I guess so," Adam replied. "I just need a woman who can take charge."