Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2021 14:58:04 -0500 From: Story Teller Subject: Chapter 9 - My Dreamy Muscular DILF Story Title - My Dreamy Muscular DILF Category - Authoritarian, Inter-racial There is no point in my writing if readers are not liking it. So I will appreciate your feedback and input in taking the story forward. There are real-life experiences weaved into the story but names have been changed and some parts have been fictionalized. This is my first series and I would appreciate any feedback or interaction with my readers to steer the plot in a direction that will be well- received. For the first few chapters, there will be a lot of backstory and minimal sexual encounters. "My Dreamy Muscular DILF" - Chapter 9 Chapter 9 In less than 8 weeks, Mr. Rios had taught me into a being slut that craved oral and anal sex that only he could provide me. I was addicted to his eight-and-a-half-inch big, thick, cut cock and his muscular tall body. I was willing to do anything to receive his attention. The night-long weekly encounter with him would keep my urges in check for a few days but by Thursday I would start burning in desire. My newly trained boy-pussy would throb and quiver in anticipation and my mouth would start watering at the sight of a masculine man. The following Saturday, when I reached Mr. Riyos's home, he was wearing his gym shorts and no top. Still no underwear! Still his big fat cock and its head clearly visible through the fabric of his shorts, enticing me. I got to work as soon as I could, while he went back to his weight lifting on the bench in the Sunroom. Every 10 minutes, Mr. Rios took a break from his routine and came to drink the blue drink in the living area. He made a glass of blue drink for me and I knew I was supposed to drink it. I kept checking him out every opportunity I got and his masculine beauty kept me aroused. My cock longed to be freed but there was no freedom in sight. After his weight lifting session, Mr. Rios wiped his body with a wet towel, as I continued with my chores. He sat on his recliner watching the sports on TV as he cooled down. I was working on ironing his clothes when he walked into the bedroom in his towel wrapped around his waist. Then he commanded "Massage me" as he pointed me to the massage oil on the side table. He sat on the bench in front of me in his short white towel, folded in half along the length, wrapped around his waist. The protrusion of his cock and right upper thigh was on full display from the opening of the towel. I was lost at this beautiful sight. He was looking at me, commanding me with his eyes to proceed. There was not much left for me to think but to oblige. I poured massage oil in my hands and started applying it on his broad shoulders. Then I applied more oil on his chest, pecks, big arms, and abs. I enjoyed touching his muscular body. Suddenly I realized, instead of being embarrassed I needed to make the best use of this opportunity. If he liked my massaging him, I might get to do it often. Before I proceeded, he commanded, "take off your clothes." And I did. I was thrilled. Once I stripped, I started to massage his hard, rippled abs and then across the two hard pectoral muscles. The light sheet of hair spread most from the center between the immensely full chest muscles and flowed down the upper torso. I would have loved laying my head on that furry mat, but this was a thought I shook off as I concentrated on the rub down of the chiseled muscles. After a long leisurely rub down of this magnificent brute's chest and abs, Mr. Rios pulled his arm up so his hand cradled under his head. This was a sign that I looked forward to as I dove my hands into Mr. Rios's hairless, wonderfully armpit. I started sniffing and lapping up the intoxicating masculine fragrance. I massaged these pits and his sides that reeked of concentrated masculinity. I slightly cringed with disappointment when Mr. Rios eventually lowered his arm down. Without missing a beat I started right in massaging the incredibly massive shoulder, smearing some more oil on it. With my free hand and then using both hands to knead the muscles. Dawdling with devotion, I compressed as hard as I could on the broad shoulders. Once done, I slowly moved down along the bulked-up upper arm, eventually moving down the forearm, hand and milking each finger. Before I could go down on his thighs and legs, Mr. Rios turned around on the bench. It was a signal to switch to massaging his back. I began massaging his beautiful muscular back without any delay. I ran my hands from the tops of his back, along the spinal cord down to his waist, just above the towel. Suddenly, Mr. Rios undid his towel and threw it on the bench. Now he was totally naked in front of me. I felt a sudden surge of blood moving towards my groin. Next Mr. Rios stood up with his legs spread out and his back facing me I had a special motivation to deliver total relaxation for Mr. Rios's smooth burly ass. I cupped my hands and took my time to apply oil on his beautiful round buttocks. I massaged the ass cheeks and worked out all tightness from them. Mr. Rios spread his legs a little and I pulled his cheeks apart and lightly massaged his anal opening with my hands, occasionally touching and massaging his balls. I held nothing back from the crucial area. I sat down on my knees and began to solidly knead with both hands on the sides of the bulging, hairy calves. After a few minutes, I slowly and adoringly started massaging one of the tight muscular thighs. Both hands rubbed tightly on either side of brawny muscle, working from knee to the crotch. Once at the crotch, I surrounded the thigh as much as I could with my two hands, applied pressure, and pulled the muscles down from crotch to knee, again and again. I was working on his legs when Mr. Rios's turned around. As I was lifting my head, Mr. Rios' swollen cock hit my cheek. I pulled my head back and moved back just a little. I saw another smirk on his face. I began massaging his thigh from the front. My hands rubbed tightly on either side of the muscular thighs working from the crotch to the knees. Once at the crotch, I surrounded the thigh as much as I could with my two hands and applied pressure, and pulled the muscles down. Mr. Rios's swollen cock stirred a little, but I was not allowed to touch it during this part of evening veneration. After one side, I moved to the other thigh, massaging him diligently, while occasionally looking at his hard cock pointing at the ceiling and its pink head. Then he said, "You will be massaging this too but not yet. But first I am going to knead you with my body". He chuckled. He made me lay down on my belly on the bench. Then he laid on me with his body completely covering me. His weight, his heat, his slippery body on the top of me melted something inside my groin. He started kneading me, squeezing my hands, almost crackling my fingers while his cock laid against my ass crack. He moved his body over mine, rubbing me, his cock in my ass crack moving up and down along the crack, creating a smooth, hot sensation difficult to describe. His hard, hot thickness made my boy hole throb in anticipation. The thought that any minute he would enter and fuck the young lust out of me from deep inside kept tingling me. Next, he started dry humping me, no penetration, just moving his cock up and down my crack. Again and again and again! Anticipation became unbearable for me and I moaned, "Mr. Rios, please fuck me." "I know you want me to fuck you just like the last time. And I want to. But not yet! I have other plans." He smirked again and squeezed my body even more. He kept dry-humping me for a while. First slow and then fast. Then he stood up on his feet and asked me to sit on my knees. I followed as I was told. He was standing in front of me, completely naked, with a smirk on his face. I swallowed hard and stammered for something to say but words wouldn't come. He wordlessly lifted his blood-gorged throbbing pink cock and directed it towards my mouth. He held it in front of my pink lips as if it were a flute awaiting the flutist. I was so excited I couldn't speak. He released his big hard cock from his hand and it swung up and hit me in the chin. I grabbed it in both fists, feeling the heat of it, feeling it pulse in my hands as I admired it. It was a magnificent cock! I tried to put the big pink dripping head into my lips but he stopped it, "Not yet..." He poured the massage oil on his cock and growled, his voice choked with lust, "massage it." "Yes Mr. Rios," I replied, not willing to let his cock slip out of my hands for a second. I started massaging it with my oily hands, up and down, and around in circles, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat in my hands. I began to worship his cock. "Yeahhhh, that's like it, boy," he groaned. "You are hungry for it. Aren't you?" "Yes, Mr. Rios!" I said as I increased the speed. I pumped my fists on his hardened cock, dreaming about having his body lying on the top of me, forcefully pushing his thick monster manhood in my boy-pussy to release his sexual tensions Within minutes he was moaning, "Faster, stroke it faster." I started stroking his cock with both my fists faster and faster, up and down the shaft as I watched it getting blood-engorged, oozing precum. My mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful cock looking at me. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face toward his hardened cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. His throbbing manhood slid between my oval opened lips. The head of his cock rested on my tongue. I started licking it with my tongue. I felt a surge of excitement. My dick was throbbing hard. It was straight at attention, slapping my naval, spewing streams of precum down the shaft. He sighed and groaned, thoroughly enjoying the use of my tongue licking the cock head with my lips around it. I tried to keep holding the shaft with my hands but Mr. Rios grabbed my hands and placed them behind my head. "Keep them there," he ordered. I dutifully obliged, involuntarily massaging it with my lips and tongue, as he started pistoning his cock in my mouth. He picked up the pace and started face-fucking me furiously, with his hands on my head keeping me in place. I keep looking at this incredible man, his muscular biceps flexed with every thrust he made forward in my mouth. He started pistoning non-stop at full speed. Then he grunted with pleasure. Suddenly his thick cock twitched and lurched inside my mouth. It jerked with a series of short, wild spasms. Thick, warm, salty shot in spurts landing heavily on my tongue and against the roof of my mouth. He sighed as he began to relax, "Yeahhhhh" He let the last drops of cum ooze from his softening cock head onto my tongue. I blinked shamefully, waiting for him to finish his business in my mouth. He casually swabbed my mouth with his thick cock cleaning it off and then gently pushed me away. Once the orgasm subsided, he picked me up in his arms and sat on the bench. I wrapped my legs around his waist, still super horny and unfinished. "That was awesome. Well, you sure know how to take a cock." He chuckled. Soon after he picked me up in his arms and carried me inside the shower stall. I shivered in his arms as the first spray of water hit my back. There he put me down on my feet, and growled in his deep sexy voice, "Get this oil off my body." He gave my shoulders a light shove, holding my hips. I poured the liquid soap into my hands and started applying it on his body starting from his shoulders. My hands roamed down his upper body, his chest, his torso, and then to his arms, as the water sprayed from the shower. Before I could reach his groin and cock, he turned around. I soaped his neck, upper back, his armpits, sides, and then lower back. Then came the turn of his round firm buttocks. This Godly masculine man and the touch of his almost-smooth sculpted body made the fire in my body flare-up. I needed a release but the release was nowhere in sight. I wasn't in control. He turned me around to face the wall. Next, he dipped his right hand down to my hard cock and rubbed. He squeezed it for a few seconds and then slowly stroked it. I was aroused to the point where all I needed was a few strokes. His hot body behind me kept sending sensations to my core. Then he lifted his left leg, pushed between my thighs, nudging me to spread my legs apart. His other hand slid down my sides to cup my ass and squeeze it. Then he slipped a finger between my cheeks, ran it down to my hole, and started rubbing it. Round and round, gently. Later he pushed a finger in my quivering hole, making me want for more. He finger-fucked me a minute or so. Then he inserted a couple of his fingers in me. I gasped as his fingers touched my magic button. I moaned in pleasure and anticipation, hoping he would fuck me now. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He smirked. "Yes, Mr. Rios!" I said. "I will but not yet. I know you need some relief for now. That I will give you." With that, he pushed three fingers in my hole and started finger-fucking me fast, while stroking my cock at the speed of light. With my eyes closed, I surrendered my body in his hands. I moaned and squirmed loudly and then within a minute went into a spasm of ecstasy. One jet after another spewed from my cock spraying strings of thick white cum onto the wall. "Yeah, that's what you needed for now." He continued finger-fucking me and stroking my cock rapidly till the last drops of cum oozed out of my slit. Then he lifted and dropped me on the side, while he finished rinsing his body. I watched in trance water flowing down his chiseled body.