When Alex writes that he wants to meet up urgently, I know it's time to get going right away. The word 'urgent' in his message is a clear signal for me: he's in need of sex and I can look forward to a passionate encounter. At 36, I know exactly what I want and how to get it. Alex, with his 22 years, may be young, but he knows how to excite me as a woman and his physical presence leaves nothing to be desired. It's a special pleasure for me. For the body as well as for the soul.

On the one hand, it's an incredibly hot feeling to be desired by a younger man - it not only tickles the ego, but also makes your self-confidence literally explode. On the other hand, I just love sex - especially when it's really hot, intense sex that fills you up completely. So why hesitate when the opportunity for such wild passion presents itself?

The only challenge with Alex is that he still lives with his parents. Of course I could invite him over to my place, but that doesn't feel right. For me, the man should be responsible for the meeting place and everything that goes with it. Alex takes on this role, even though he's not in such a good financial position. That's why we meet at his place when his parents are away for whatever reason. However, their absence is usually limited and when I read the word 'urgent', I know I have to hurry.

I slipped into my finest stockings, which wrapped around my legs like a second skin, along with black, slightly see-through lace underwear, through which you could see my nipples and my cleavage. The highlight was my dark blue dress with white polka dots, buttoned down the front. I strategically opened the buttons wide enough to show off my long legs and firm breasts to seductive effect. Modesty is not my thing. I don't care about the judgmental looks of other women, often those of the less attractive. It's the admiring, sometimes hungry looks of men that excite and please me.

I completed my outfit with classic, dark gray high heels, which made my legs appear even longer and sleeker, and a matching bag.

Of course, if I'm honest, Alex couldn't care less what I wear. Because as soon as I'm with him, it takes less than 60 seconds before I'm completely naked and surrendering to his dominant guidance - quickly undressed and put in exactly the position he prefers (he usually starts by taking me from behind). But I enjoy dressing up to get there. I love the stares I attract as I walk the streets, the tingle as I feel their eyes take in my beauty and sexuality.

And yes - I also enjoy looking at myself in the mirror, the perfect fit of the stockings, the seductive play of the lace accentuating my round ass and seductively showing off its curves, while at the same time giving a slight glimpse of my shaved pussy.

When I received the message with the word 'urgent' from Alex, it took exactly 27 minutes before I was ready. Every minute of it was worth it.

The ride would take me out of the city center to the east. At first I considered taking a cab, but when I saw the long wait and the length of the ride, I decided it would be easier to walk the five minutes to the nearest subway station. From there, it was only a few stops and another eight minutes walk to Alex's apartment. Five minutes later, I was already on the subway - and I even managed to get a seat. I deliberately left the buttons on the side of my dress undone. Still, I modestly crossed my legs so as not to show too much of my black underwear. I placed my bag on my knees. My chest, upright due to my posture, inevitably drew attention. I deliberately looked slightly upwards to avoid eye contact with the other passengers. 

At the next stop, he got on. A man in his forties, well-dressed and with a nervous energy that was immediately noticeable. He sat down directly opposite me. I immediately felt his gaze, which rested on me like a magnet. I knew that look - it wasn't new. Although he looked confident on the outside, there was a subtle uncertainty in his body language. His gaze, which fixed on me unblinkingly, was a mixture of interest and a desire to impress me. I felt my body reacting to this non-verbal communication as he examined me.

Basically, there was nothing unusual about this man if it wasn't for that particular look. Because of my work, I can always immediately recognize the look of a man who wants to submit to a woman. Even if he is unaware of it or suppresses it out of fear, his gaze gives him away every time. I can't explain exactly how I recognize this, but so far I've never been wrong. There's something in his eyes, a kind of anxious submissiveness that I grasp immediately. But that's exactly how he looked at me. With that frightened, submissive look that I always recognize.

Men, who I would describe as “alphas”, often interpret a direct look from a woman as approval, as an invitation to conquer. But such men react very differently. A direct look does not arouse desire in them, but shows them the power and strength that comes from a woman. At that moment, a deep, unconscious desire arises in them to submit to that power and serve her in whatever way she wishes. The look in his eyes told me that he was ready to submit to me, even if he couldn't admit it to himself. And I knew for a fact that I had that power over him. Without saying a word, I already had him in my power.

My curiosity was aroused. Without making it look like a deliberate gesture, I pushed the bag back slightly and opened my knees a little so that my dress slid up my thighs a little higher. Just enough for him to see the black lace underwear I was wearing. His gaze immediately froze when he saw my panties. The sudden wave of excitement softened his features and I let him enjoy the sight for a few seconds. Who could blame him? If I had something that beautiful in front of me, I would have been just as excited. But then I abruptly closed my legs and looked straight into his face.

At first he seemed confused, shaking his head slightly as if waking from a dream. But when he finally looked up, his eyes met mine - icy blue, penetrating, holding his gaze, studying him, almost piercing him. It was one of those moments that I love, when the man suddenly realizes that everything has been planned from the beginning. He understood that I knew exactly where his eyes were going and that I was deliberately provoking him. A slight blush appeared on his face and he could see his embarrassment. But he couldn't look away. My gaze had captured him, and when he finally had the courage to look me in the eye again he stood his ground. 

When his station was announced, he stood up mechanically, as usual, to get off. But he hesitated when he saw the slight flicker of disappointment in my eyes. He immediately sat down again, unable to look away from my gaze. From then on, until we reached my station, we were lost in this silent, intense eye contact, as if the world around us had disappeared. 

The train stopped and I averted my eyes, stood up and left the subway without looking at him again. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he had also got up and was following me. At that moment, a wild excitement flowed through me that I rarely feel so intensely. A deep desire spread through me. But I forced myself to remain calm. I walked a hundred meters further, in the direction of Alex's apartment, before stopping abruptly and turning around. He was only a few steps behind me, and when our eyes met again, there was a crackling tension in the air that seemed to charge everything around us. It wasn't just his silent following - it was his desire for more that flashed in his eyes, and I sensed that it was now my turn to take control.

Slowly, I closed the distance between us, watching him until he lowered his gaze and faltered slightly. That was when I pulled out my key ring, removed one of them and held it out to him. I stepped even closer and told him my address in a calm, firm voice. “You have a choice,” I said quietly holding the key out to him. “You can go to my place, put it in the letterbox and pretend we've never met. Or... you can wait for me. In my flat. In three hours. Naked and on your knees in front of the unlocked door.”

Without giving him another glance, I turned around and slowly walked away in the direction of Alex. The thought of being in control of a submissive man sent a tingling sensation through my body. The idea that anything I said would be unconditionally obeyed sent a wave of hot excitement through me. I could feel my panties getting wet with my pussy juices as I enjoyed every step with a confident smile, eager to see what would follow.

As I walked into the apartment, the hint of excitement I had left with Alex was palpable. I arrived at his place full of lust and anticipation and he immediately took advantage of my excitement (as a man should). As I had expected, it didn't take long for him to remove my clothes. I was wearing only my stockings. He placed me in the familiar kneeling position on his bed, which was comfortable for both of us, and pushed one of my cheeks aside with his left hand. With his other hand, he took his hard cock and rubbed it up and down between my labia. He pressed his cock against my outer labia. I was already dripping with pleasure so he penetrated me directly. I moaned slightly as his glans penetrated my tight pussy. My eyes widened and my lips parted slightly as he pushed his massive cock all the way inside me. “God, you're huge,” I gasped.

He always raved about the sight of his cock in my pussy as he massaged my asshole with his thumb. He grabbed me by my hips and started to take me harder. It wasn't long before he came and pumped a big, warm load of cum into me.

To be honest, quick orgasms aren't usually my thing, but with Alex they were a pleasant exception. Despite the speed with which he came, it didn't affect his erection or his desire for me. He paused inside me for a moment before he began thrusting again with a firm, urgent rhythm to give me what I needed. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through my body. I was so wet by now that a mixture of my own juices and his load of cum smacked and dripped from my pussy with each of his thrusts. After just half a minute, I finally came too. In that moment, everything else was forgotten - just the two of us, our sweaty bodies and the mixed juices.

Alex is a real alpha in bed and knows exactly how to fuck me to give me the full pleasure of sex. He skips the usual foreplay because he's only interested in fucking. Instead, he takes control. Although I like to be licked before sex, he's rarely willing to do it because it seems too “submissive” to him. Instead, he always tries to put his cock in my mouth with a challenging smile. However, I always stick to my principles and refuse to suck him off, as I believe that everything should be mutual.

These little games don't bother him or me and after a change of position to missionary, we continued our game. He grabbed me by the waist, pulled me towards him and penetrated me again. My tits bounced back and forth with each thrust into my wet pussy. It didn't take long for him to fuck me to orgasm again. I felt my labia tighten around his cock which seemed to do the rest and he shot another fat load of cum into me. We lay next to each other for a moment, breathing heavily. I'm already thinking that we could go for a third round when Alex suddenly looks at his watch. Panic shoots into his eyes and I realize that his parents are obviously returning and I have to leave quickly so as not to put him in an embarrassing position. It would be rather amusing for me, but I don't want to spoil their mood.

So I save myself a shower and just use my panties, which I have picked up from the floor, to wipe the big dripping load of cum from my pussy. I quickly put the panties in my handbag and hurry to get dressed. Five minutes later, I leave Alex's apartment, giving him a quick kiss goodbye. We made it just in time.

In the taxi, I get a thank-you message from him, full of hearts and all the other stuff that young people say and that I can't stand. So I reply with an old-fashioned smiley consisting of a closed bracket. I forget about it for the next few weeks. After a few days, a polite message along the lines of “How are you?” arrives, and as his need for me grows, the messages become more direct, until finally the word “urgent” appears. Thats when I'll pull myself together again and drive to him.

On the way home, I continue to tidy up completely unimpressed by the interested glances the taxi driver gives me in the rear-view mirror. The journey goes quickly, I pay the driver, give him a small tip and walk to the entrance of my apartment. I automatically reach into my bag, but the keys to my apartment aren't there. It took me a few moments to realize where they had gone. I had completely forgotten that I had given the keys to the man from the subway and left him free to decide what he wanted to do with them. The excitement I felt when I left the subway suddenly returned.

A shiver of anticipation runs through me as I think of the possibility that he might be waiting for me, naked and ready to please. My heart beats faster and I can't help but imagine what might await me. That thought alone reawakens my lust, and I can't wait to regain control of the situation.

I checked the letterbox just in case, even though I was sure the keys wouldn't be there, and of course they weren't. The thought of having to change the locks if he hadn't come to me flashed through my mind, but I quickly pushed it aside. When I got out of the elevator and walked to the apartment door, I pushed it open. It gave way and opened quietly. At first I couldn't see him, but when I entered the living room, the image unfolded before me: as I had wished, he was kneeling naked on the floor. The keys were on the table next to the entrance. 

I put my bag on the table and couldn't help smiling when I saw him on his knees - the sight filled me with an intoxicating power. As he remained on the floor, not daring to raise his eyes, his small, even tiny compared to Alex, dick hung down awkwardly. A sad sight, that was hardly worth mentioning. But to be honest, I was hardly interested in his little friend at that moment.

I walked slowly around him and the clacking of my high heels echoing in the silence of my large flat. He flinched involuntarily with every step, as if he was afraid I was going to hit him. I must admit that the thought had actually crossed my mind, but I decided that now was not the time. Having finished my tour in peace, I bent down to take off my high heels. I purposely leaned so far forward that he could get a good look under my dress and see that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. His heavy breathing told me that he liked what he saw. I took my time on purpose to make him hornier. Then I stood up straight again and walked towards him. “ Do you like what you see?” I asked him. A soft “Oh yes” was all he could manage.

I grabbed his hair with one hand and lifted up my dress with the other, then pressed his face against my clean shaven pubic area. He didn't move, just breathed heavily and excitedly. At that moment, I felt the power hovering over us and it was intoxicating to see him in that state of surrender. The tension between us was palpable and I knew he was ready to do anything I asked of him.

"I just came from my lover," I said in an excited voice. "He came inside me several times and now you are going to lick me clean.

My tone brooked no argument and it was clear that he knew this - he didn't resist, only responded with an audible quickening of his breathing. My hand gripped his hair tightly as I pulled him towards me and slowly, almost playfully, I moved back to the soft, inviting sofa in the living room. I sat down, leaned back relaxed and let my legs slide elegantly apart. My pussy was still wet from my pussy juice and Alex's cum. The tension grew as I gently guided him towards me, his eyes fixed on me. Finally, I placed his cheek against my thigh, felt his breathing quicken and effortlessly pinned him with my legs. 

A quiet moment emerged, filled with quiet anticipation, a rhythm of breathing, a crackling that seemed to permeate the room. My fingers ran lightly through his hair as I savored the expression on his face, the quiet surrender inherent in every movement. It was a perfect blend of control and tension that captured us both completely.

He stuck out his tongue and licked across my wet slit. He began to circle my pussy lips with his tongue, licking up all my juices.

As it turned out, he could lick perfectly, working his tongue very skilfully, helping perfectly with his lips, speeding up in time and stopping in time to extend my arousal for exactly as long as I needed. I felt his warm tongue gently and carefully touching the tip of my clit and his lips skilfully surrounding it in a tight ring.

He licked no worse than Alex used his cock. The thought of him cleaning me with his tongue after fucking another man made me hornier and hornier. I let go of his head but continued to press him against me with my thighs. 

When I felt that I was ready to come, I pressed my hand lightly on the back of his head. He understood immediately and increased his movements. He moved his tongue faster and faster and sucked harder and harder. I could feel a powerful orgasm building up. An intense tingling sensation flooded my whole body and literally pulled the ground from under my feet. I let out a deep moan. It was the most intense orgasm of the day. I actually winced from the excitement. When I came back down, the man who made me come was moaning softly as he slowly licked up the remaining juice from my pussy and swallowed it. It felt good for a while, but then it tickled and I pushed his head away. He stopped obediently and knelt down again, his head lowered to the floor.

His small penis was now pointing up, covered in his pre-cum. I stretched lazily on the sofa and changed position, straightening up and pulling my dress down.

"Bring me the bag," I ordered in a firm voice. Without even getting up, he handed me the bag. I slowly pulled my panties, which were full of Alex's cum, out of the bag. "Open your mouth," I ordered. Of course he obeyed immediately. "Here, as a little souvenir." With an emphatic movement, I pushed the panties into his open mouth. "Now you can get dressed." My voice remained firm, but my gaze rested on him, challenging. "Write your number down for me - just in case."

He just nodded, silently, and reached for a piece of paper when he heard my last words: “Don’t show up here again unless I call you.” A barely visible nod. “And when I call, you'll be here within an hour. With my panties in your mouth!” I added, with a slight smile that he didn't seem to be able to avoid. He turned around, got up from his knees, tidied his clothes and placed his business card on the table for me before saying goodbye and leaving my apartment.

I slowly slipped the fine black stockings off my legs and let the tight dress slide gently off my shoulders before stepping into the shower. Under the tingling jet of warm water, I let the tension of the evening fall away from me, feeling the heat slowly loosening my muscles. I ran my hands over my skin as if I could gently wipe away the memory of our last encounter.

After the shower, I slipped into my soft robe. The fabric clung to me as I reached for my evening coffee and sat down on the sofa. I turned the business card between my fingers that this strange, yet fascinatingly obedient man had left behind. The name on the card read almost exotic and promised something unexpected: Nico.

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