Mounted - Sex Stories

Mounted

" Word on the street is that you're quite a kinky bastard," Molly smirked, her amazingly blue eyes filling with seductive intrigue as she sipped her wine. Barely 5'2" tall, her legs dangled off the bar stool without touching the floor, and she pivoted her chair in a nervous gesture that allowed me to gaze for a moment at her legs. Though not leggy, she had adorned herself with black fishnet stockings and a pair of black high heels. An attention getter. I begin to raise my scotch glass to my lips, then paused halfway. " Who says that?" I cocked an eyebrow, my cold dark eyes filling with intrigue. I sipped from the glass slowly, then took a moment to scratch absently at my gray hair. My rough lined skin and gray hair had interested her eyes; my smirk and sophistcated mannerisms has kept her interest. " The rumor mill, Mr. Malone. The vicious Dallas Society rumor mill," Molly grinned, and pivoted on her stool to sit her glass down. My laugh is sinister. My face shows no signs of guilt; no protest that what she alleges is a lie. I swallowed down my last sip of scotch, and smiled invitingly at her as I reached into my baggy jeans for a wallet. " I'm leaving this dump. You want to come find out about those rumors?" She laughed at this not so subtle, subtle hint, grabbing her purse and taking a final sip from her glass. " Where to?" she inquired with a smile as I took her small hand and lead her out into the dirty street of lower Greenville. " My apartment," I winked as I stopped ...

... beside a dark gray Mercedes-AMG GT S and opened the passenger side door for her. Molly smiled with appreciation, waiting till I too was inside to grin, " You're certainly chivalrous." I turned the key in the ignition and the car's engine roared to life. "I 'm making up for what I'll do to you later," I smirked as I pulled the car away from the curb and sped off. " Nice place," Molly smiled simply. She paced the living room area slowly, turning on her heels to gaze directly into my dark eyes as I locked the door and tossed my jacket onto a nearby sofa. I nodded and grinned. " Should we fuck on the kitchen table or on the sofa?" " Such options," she laughed coquettishly. " Can't we take things slow?" The truth is, she had no desire to take things slow, only to fuck this sexy older man senseless before the sun came up on the new day. The rumors had been plenty and pleasurable, she'd taken great pride in eavesdropping on all the news of my sexual prowess, the kinkier, the better. Finding me in the bar tonight is merely a coincidence, an erotic, moistening coincidence. " I never take things slow," I leered, stepping forward and snapping her thoughts away from the gossip. " Slow is boring," I laughed as I swept her off her feet quickly. "Trust me." I told her, " What you're going to be doing for me will be perfect for night." I then grab her by her hair and bent her over the couch. I proceeded to tie her hands behind her back with some rope I keep ready. " What are you doing?" she ...