Bull or Boyfriend
Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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Chapter 1
“The waiter wanted to card you,” Cammie said to Oliver.
The young man blushed. He looked guiltily at the beer sitting on the table in front of him. “I’m twenty-five,” he pointed out.
“You look eighteen.” She leaned forward, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. She saw where his eyes went. She liked that he looked. “But I like younger men.”
“I know. I read your profile.”
“Do you like older women or do you just want to get laid?” she asked as she sipped almost daintily at the whiskey in her glass.
Oliver froze. “I…uh…fuck…I don’t know how to answer that.”
Cammie laughed. “It’s fine. If you meet someone on a hookup app, there’s really only one answer to the question.”
He tried to give her a winning smile. “And here I thought this was a date.” He ran his hand through his sandy-blond hair.
“It’s a get to know you date so I can decide if I want to fuck you.”
“Right.” He drank quickly from his beer.
“Don’t gulp it,” she told him. “I know you’re young, but I want everything fully operating.” She looked down meaningfully at his lap which was partially blocked by the table. Oliver wasn’t clueless. He knew what she meant.
“Does that mean…”
“You seem very nice and polite and you say you have a big dick…there’s only one way for me to find out for sure, isn’t there?”
In the hotel room she had him get down on his knees in front of her. Cammie liked being in charge when it came to sex.
“Good boy.”
He smiled up at her. On the app fifteen years didn’t seem to be that much of a difference, but Cammie carried herself completely differently than any woman Oliver’s age ever had. They were playing a game and he liked it.
Cammie stepped back and untied the strings keeping her dress closed. It wasn’t a fancy dress, but something she could wear to work or on a date. She liked that it was easy to put on…and take off.
She loved Oliver’s reaction when she opened up the dress, exposing herself to him. His face lit up like he was a little boy on Christmas morning seeing a pile of presents all for him.
The lingerie she wore under her dress wasn’t elaborate or fancy, but refined and just sexy enough. A yellow bra with some extra straps and lace pushing her tits up to highlight the cleavage she was capable of making. A pair of matching panties that looked almost demure from the front but Oliver couldn’t yet see they were actually a thong. She wore stay-up thigh high stockings because she knew men loved them. Personally she would have been happy to have bare legs. She was going to keep on the stockings while they had sex and she knew they were going to get ruined. She was fine with that.
“Like what you see?”
Oliver nodded. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She laughed, throwing her head back a bit, letting her straight brown hair tickle her back between her shoulder blades. “Careful with the compliments.” She slapped her belly. It wasn’t completely flat, but it wasn’t a beer gut either. “This body has seen some mileage.”
“Can I…can I touch you?”
Her smile projected her confidence. “I want you to do a lot more than that.” Cammie stepped forward and put her hand on his face, feeling the stubble on his chin and cheeks—had he shaved that morning?—before all but forcing her middle and ring finger between his lips.
She liked the warm feeling of his mouth on her fingers. Oliver sucked on them for a few seconds and then winced as her fingers went all the way in, reaching nearly the back of his throat.
“Problem?” she asked, withdrawing her fingers.
“I didn’t know you were going to deep throat me,” he joked.
“My fingers aren’t...