Jenny felt her orgasm building as she pressed her pussy lips harder and deeper into Marcus's face.  She couldn't help but feel in power, in control as she watched him devour her. His tongue was lapping up her wetness, making her groan in pleasure. 

"Who's a good boy?" she asked, pulling her crotch away. The younger man gasped, begging almost, "I am a good boy!"

"Do you want my pussy again?" Jenny teased, knowing full well he wanted her, he craved for her. 

"Yes, please, yes!" He said desperately, groaning, his need evident in his voice. His cock was hard, thick, and upright, shaking with desire. Cock head slick with precum, shining, begging to be attended. His hips almost thrusting despite being on a chair and his hands tied behind his back with a scarf.

Jenny smiled to herself, her fingers brushing against her nipples or clitoris, teasing herself a little watching her boy toy, Marcus, the 23 year old finance student, the campus rugby player aching to pleasure her, to bury his face onto her pussy lips and be lost in her. She pushed her naked crotch onto his face once more, and his tongue started licking her pussy lips, making her body shake in pleasure. Her fingers were grasping onto his blonde hair, guiding him where she wanted him to go.

Marcus's suit pants and underwear were crumpled by the bed, leaving him naked with only his loosened necktie hanging on his chest. The contrast between his toned, muscular body and the vulnerable position he was in sent a thrill through Jenny.

Jenny looked at herself in the mirror behind him, her body, curvy and tout and in all the right places. She had aged into her forties, in grace and in beauty. Her curves, her face, her lips never make a man not want to turn his head around for her. Never once has she met a man not rock hard for her especially when they near her bed desperate to devour her or be devoured by her, whole. 

She was naked apart from the lingerie which exposed her pussy and was translucent, revealing her perky, round boobs and her tanned olive skin. The lace fabric clung to her body, accentuating her figure with all the curvy, voluminous glory, shaking it all the right places for the right reasons. 

Jenny closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of Marcus's tongue on her pussy. His warm breath on her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine. She moaned his name, urging him to continue pleasuring her, needing her, worshipping her like she deserves to be. 

Marcus looked up at her, his blue eyes filled with desire and adoration. He knew he was hers, and she knew it too. And he wanted to be used. 

Marcus continued to worship her pussy as Jenny's pleasure mounted. His tongue danced over her swollen folds, flicking at her clit and plunging inside her wetness with abandon. No, he was deliberate in his movements, he wanted her pleased and she liked that. Her moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls of her bedroom that was dimly lit for the voracious night. The sound of his muffled groans only added to her arousal. 

Jenny looked down at Marcus, admiring his toned, masculine body. His muscles rippled under the dim light, and she couldn't help but feel a tinge of desire as she noticed the tattoos adorning his skin. He usually looks so dapper with his suit and shirt on all the time. The revelation of his tattoos underneath almost make him a little rebellious, dirty, defiant for her. She took in his wide shoulders and strong jawline, but it was the desperation in his eyes that sent a thrill through her veins.

The masculine bravado that usually clung to Marcus like a second skin had dissolved under her touch, leaving in its wake a raw, unguarded need. It was there, even in their previous hookups, the subtle signs of his obedience. She remembered the last time, his lips wrapped around her nipple, his cock thrusting into her with wild abandon, and the sweet surrender in his boyish moan when she first called him her very good boy, how it pushed him over the edge, his cumming in her, whimpering like a virgin frat boy touched for the first time.  She had pushed him to the edge, and she had loved every second of it.

Now, here he was, naked, aroused, and tied to a chair, his erection straining, pulsing with each beat of his heart. Marcus whimpered, his breathing ragged as he pleaded with her to continue. His hands twisted against the scarf binding them behind his back. He was a quivering mess. His cock throbbed in her hand, a silent plea that was anything but silent.

"Beg me like a good boy," she commanded, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo in his chest. Her hand worked his shaft with practiced ease, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick pussy lips, teasing him, taunting him. 

“Jenny, please, please, please. Let me fuck you. I will be so good, I promise please,” he whimpered. 

With a firm grip, she grasped his chin, pulling him closer, their lips hovering inches away, teasing him.  Leaning in close, she captured his lips in a hungry kiss, savoring the taste of herself on his tongue. Marcus moaned into her mouth as their tongues danced together, and she felt him harden even more against her thigh. She broke the kiss abruptly and chuckled at the needy expression on his face.

Jenny's fingers trailed up and down Marcus's chest, tracing along his abs before finally gripping his cock hard. He bucked into her touch involuntarily, desperate for more contact with her warmth enveloping him fully.

"You're such a good boy," she purred in his ear before biting down gently on his earlobe.

“But no.”  Marcus groaned in response, arching towards her touch as if he were begging for more. 

Taking pity on him - or perhaps just enjoying watching him squirm - Jenny reached down between them, her hand gliding over his length, feeling him shudder beneath her. He was big, adequately big. The size that makes you feel good, and full without the pain and discomfort. But she wouldn't give in just yet. She needed him to crave her, to ache for her touch with every fiber of his being.

She ran her hands over his toned muscles, his wide shoulders, feeling every inch of him. Her lips pressed against his neck, kissing, tasting his skin. She positioned herself so that her pussy lips brushed against the top of his cock, tantalizingly close but just out of reach.

A smile of mischief played on her lips as she gazed into his eyes. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his lap, allowing the tip of his erection to graze her wetness. He moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking her. The frustration was evident on his face, the desperation escaping his lips in a boyish whimper. 

To Jenny, he looked utterly adorable in his desperation, his usual confidence replaced by a boyish eagerness and desperation. She continued to tease him, rocking her hips just enough to torment his poor, aching frat boy cock.

"Please," he whispered, his voice laced with a need that bordered on tears. "Jenny, please, let me in."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Not yet baby," she murmured, her voice a silken, sending shivers down his spine. She was in control, and she would decide when he found himself in her..

She continued her torment, sliding her wet pussy lips along his pulsating length without allowing him the satisfaction of penetration. His hips bucked, seeking her warmth, the need to bury himself inside her overwhelming every other sensation. But she just slides her pussy lips against his shaft, up and down, over and over. 

Marcus felt as though he were on the brink of madness, the pleasure of rubbing against her so intense it was almost pain. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Tears of frustration pricked at his eyes, but he didn't care. All that mattered was Jenny and the sweet release, the tender warm, the taming of this primal urge in him, that he knew only she could provide.

"Please, Jenny," he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "I'll do anything. I'll be so good for you.” Tears now left his eyes. 

Jenny gave a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling away. 

Then, she pulled him closer, her lips capturing him in a deep, searing kiss that left him moaning on her, lips wet and shining. The words "good boy" whispered against his mouth were his undoing. In one steady and slow movement, she impaled herself on his cock, descending inch by inch onto him, her body welcoming his hardness into her warm, tight embrace.

Marcus moaned, a guttural sound from the depths of his soul, pain and pleasure all at once. The sensation of finally being inside her was almost too much to bear. His hips jerked involuntarily, driving him deeper into her heat, the chair beneath him creaking in protest.

"Be a good boy," she breathed into his ear, her voice thick with lust. "Make me cum."

Her fingers moving sharp, fast, reached behind him and untied the scarf that bound his hands. Freed from his restraints, Marcus's hands were everywhere at once, tugging at her lingerie, gripping her ass, his teeth making quick work of the flimsy fabric that denied him of her breasts. His mouth found her nipple, sucking and licking at the tender flesh, each pull echoing, escaping as groans from her lips. 

In one fluid motion, Marcus stood, his cock still buried inside her, her pussy lips wrapped around his dangerously close to edge cock. He carried her to the bed, their bodies moving as one, him holding back, begging for his hips to not thrust into her just yet. He laid her down gently, positioning himself above her, the weight of his body tender and heavy against her.. 

Then he began to move, his hips thrusting with a desperation that bordered on frenzy. He yearned to be in control, to be deliberate with his thrusts. But he couldn’t. She was so good holding him in, tight, warm, inviting, maddening. There was no finesse in his movements, no thought beyond the need to possess and be possessed. No, just to be possessed. Fuck, he wanted all of her for himself, clenching himself into her, imprisoning him by his hard dick inside her. Fuck, his brain wasn’t working anymore. He just wanted to fuck her, hard. His mind was a blank canvas, his world narrowed down gasps and groans in response to the sensation of Jenny's pussy gripping his cock with each thrust.

Jenny writhed beneath him, her body arching into his. Electricity coursed through her veins, each stroke of his cock against her point of ecstacy sending her higher, closer to anything godly on earth. She could feel the orgasm building within her, a storm gathering, an earth trembling, sanity undoing within her at the moment. 

Marcus was lost in her, his every sense attuned to Jenny and her body. 

He fucked her with a primal urgency, his hips pistoning in and out of her, deep and rhythmic. His lips were busy, sucking on Jenny's hard nipples, his rough hands kneading her breasts. His every thrust sent shivers down her spine, skin, and she knew she was close, so close to the edge.

Jenny's nails dug into his back, her fingers entwined in his blonde hair as he continued to pound into her. Her moans filled the room, baiting him and spurring him on. The walls echoing the sounds, the slap of skin against skin, their ragged breaths, and the creak of the bed frame under them. 

Her orgasm built within her like a wave, tidal, cresting and moving closer, ready to crash with each thrust. She could feel it building in the pit of her stomach, traveling deep into her and spreading all at once.

"Oh God," she gasped. 

The words caught in her throat as the orgasm hit with full force. Her body arched off the bed, pussy lips pressing against him, every muscle tense as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her muscles contracted around him, a grip tight, holding him in, grasping him making him reach his peak.

Marcus felt the familiar tightening in his balls as Jenny shook in orgasmic pleasure around him. Her walls squeezing him relentlessly, her body inching into him closer. With a whimper and gasp, he came inside, his cock reverberating as the heat ascended through him into her hot depths, emptying himself as she shivered. His hips stuttered as he rode out his high before collapsing onto Jenny's heaving chest, lips making their way onto her nipple once again. 

He was such a good boy for her. Fuck, he was such a good boy for her.

(This is my first time writing smut involving a woman despite being Bi. I hope I did Jenny justice lol)