Glitterfuck

When I first set my eyes on Quentin I knew three things for certain:

The first was that he had very little experience of dressing up as a woman. This was quite obvious as he had entered the pub with a group of rowdy lads, all of who were clad in some form of fancy dress. Obviously, this young man was the only one in his group who had the balls to be daring; either that or he was expressing a hidden desire. He was dressed like a cheap whore in a blonde wig and there was nowhere on his body that wasn’t covered in a thick layer of shimmering holographic glitter

Secondly, I was fully aware that he was at least twenty years my junior. At forty-three years old I think a fair descriptive term for me was ‘cougar’. My time was separated evenly between staying at home with my four children and going out partying with my friends. I was a kept woman, my cuckold husband was an accountant and he provided for my lavish lifestyle, as long as I kept my home life separate.

The third thing I knew was that I absolutely had to have him. The only problem would be convincing this young man to leave with me.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not an unattractive woman, I was proud of my cascading ebony hair, my large brown eyes, and my full, plump lips. It was just that my age could sometimes prove to be a barrier when attracting younger men. Personally, I also think I’ve got a pretty decent body for someone who has given birth to and raised multiple children. I reckoned I could give women half my age a run for their money.

I showed off my toned, hourglass figure by wearing a tightly laced corset and seamed stockings underneath my classy, knee-length dress, and by now I was an expert at gliding along in my six-inch Cuban heels. I commanded any room I entered and I knew how to turn heads with just my mere presence. I have always known my own mind and I knew exactly what I wanted tonight, my problem was this: how could I convince a stunning young man such as the one before me that he needed to spend some time with an older woman?

I spent most of the evening planning, watching my quarry until the golden opportunity presented itself. He had crossed into my side of the pub so that he could go to the bar and get some drinks for his friends, who waited around the pool table in the opposite side of the building. Some larger and more inebriated men had decided they didn’t take kindly to crossdressers in their ‘territory’ and had decided to show their dominance as alpha males. The great apes decided to pick a fight with this handsome young morsel and after a few blows were exchanged in a shower of glitter, the barman asked Quentin to leave. He shouted goodbye to his friends and told them to carry on having fun without him. The fools, how could anyone find this delicious creature offensive?

It didn’t matter, because now it was my time to shine. I quietly made excuses to my friends and left the table feigning a headache. How anyone could fail to notice my arousal was beyond me, it felt like the excitement was radiating out of every pore. No one seemed to notice at all, or mind that I was leaving early; so I made my way to the door quickly.

Once outside I was pleased to see that the boy hadn’t yet disappeared in to the night. He stood on the curb and spat some blood out on to the road; I took the opportunity to drink him in. He was very young, even by my standards; he must be just out of his teenage years.

His body was long and lithe, not bulging with muscles but still strong and nimble looking. He wore impossibly high plastic stripper heels, fishnet tights, a denim miniskirt, and a red, low-cut top. Although he was not wearing false breasts, he wore a long, blonde wig and just the right amount of makeup. Underneath the eyeliner, false lashes, and red lipstick was the face of a model. Big brown eyes that reminded me of a little puppy dog stared at the floor beneath the heavy makeup. His strong chin and square jaw was covered in a fine layer of brown stubble and his thin, brightly painted lips were decorated with a medusa piercing that sat right in the dip of his top lip.

And oh! The body glitter! It was everywhere, clinging to his creases; defining his muscles and making him look like a fallen angel. He shimmered and shone under the glow of the streetlight. He looked heavenly and I could wait no longer, I strode over to where he was standing.

“Are you ok sweetie?” I asked in a soft voice.

He looked up at me through his long, black lashes and my temperature rose, the heat between my legs seeming to set fire to my whole body.

“I’m sure I’ll survive, I’ve had much worse”, he said as he rubbed his jaw.

“Well at least they didn’t harm your pretty face,’ I winked ‘Does it hurt much?”

“Yeah, a little – one of those bastards got me under my chin with a mean uppercut”

“Well, if you like I could escort you home and fix it up a bit. I don’t want you to pass out in the street; you should really have someone to make sure you’re ok.” I purred at him and ran my fingers lightly over his biceps, dislodging more body glitter that fell to the floor, glistening under the weak light like a sparkling snowfall.

His broad, perfectly straight smile indicated he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“Sure, we could go to my place. I’m Quentin by the way.” He walked me across the street and over to a nearby taxi.

“Hi Quentin, I’m Maria. So how old are you?”

“Nineteen” he grinned

“I’m forty-three, old enough to be your mum? That’s not a problem is it?”

“Not at all!” he said as he slid into the taxi and slipped his arm around me.

“So, is this your idea of a daring fancy dress?” I gestured to his skimpy outfit.

“Sort of,” He replied, “I’ve just started doing Drag and I thought it’d be an easy costume to put together out of stuff I already had. I’m not very good at it yet though…”

“I wouldn’t exactly say you look bad,” I smirked and grabbed his head, kissing him passionately as the taxi pulled away and began the journey to Quentin’s house. Well, let me tell you - the taxi driver got a good show! No sooner had we had set off than Quentin was all over me. His hot lips kissed my face and neck in a sexual frenzy, smearing his lipstick and glitter all over me. As he moved down to my neck I rubbed the growing stiffness in between his legs through the thick material of his miniskirt.

He panted into my ear and I gasped in pleasure, my pussy tingling as though an electric current were coursing through it. Deciding to step things up a notch I let my hand glide up his skirt, feeling his muscular thighs. To my delight, he was wearing lace panties; the thin fabric hugged his swollen balls and his now solid cock.

When we arrived at his place, Quentin quickly threw some money at the driver and near-on dragged me out of the car. He lived on the ground floor of an apartment block and our heels clacked down the tile corridor in unison as we rushed to his front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind us he lifted my dress and pulled my breasts free from their restricting corset. His lips were all over me again and I pulled his cheap wig off, revealing short, brown, messy hair. I didn’t think he could look any hotter, but things just kept getting better and better for me! I’m not sure how we got there but suddenly we were in his living room and he was pushing me back on to the couch. Standing over me, he removed his skirt and top. He had just started on his shoes and tights when I stopped him,

“No, leave them on” I commanded, licking my lips

“Only if you leave on the corset and stockings” he smirked at me, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Deal!”

With that, I tore a hole in the crotch of his tights and yanked his white lacey panties aside. I was rewarded by the fattest, longest cock I had ever laid my eyes on. I spent a brief moment admiring his god-like form in its heels, makeup, and body glitter before inching my way slowly towards his erection. Even his massive cock was covered in body glitter, shimmering like a disco ball.

I lightly licked his fat, pink tip and trailed my tongue in small circles; making him gasp and shudder. Pre-cum leaked out at me and I hungrily licked it up before wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. With age comes experience and I can confidently say that I gave the young man the best blowjob of his life! As I worked on him he ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing ahold of a chunk with one hand and letting his other hand stray towards my breasts. I stroked his strong thighs, then moved down to the soft, wrinkled skin of his testicles – squeezing and rubbing them gently as I jerked his shaft and sucked his cock simultaneously. Every now and then, I took my hand away and allowed his dick to slide down my throat, deep-throating him until I had to break for air.

God, I wanted him inside of me right there and then, but I knew that good things come to those who wait. I continued using one of my hands to jerk his length as I sucked on the head of his enormous member and fondled his heavy balls. Soon his dick started twitching with orgasm and he pumped his delicious cum into my throat. There was so much of it that it exploded from the corners of my mouth and trickled down my chin, dripping its pearly whiteness on to my exposed tits, whose nipples were now painfully hard. Quentin gave a long, satisfied moan but I didn’t stop until his legs trembled and he appeared weak at the knees.

“Now it’s your turn to make me cum!” I beckoned as I reclined back on his sofa, lifting my buttocks slightly as I slid my underwear down my legs and discarded them on the floor. He dropped to his knees, an awkward maneuver in his perilously high heels, and I invitingly parted my thighs to give him access to my dripping wet slit.

His stubble tickled my legs as he buried his face into my smooth, shaven cunt. His hot, hard tongue found my sensitive little clit and began lashing away furiously at it. I writhed and moaned in sheer ecstasy as his fingers plummeted inside me and started pounding away at my g-spot with everything he had.

“Faster! Harder! Make me cum for you!” I was in heaven, and when I looked into Quentin’s heavily-lined eyes framed by his thick dark lashes, I found myself coming closer and closer to my own climax. I thrust my hips towards him, grinding my pussy into his perfect face, smearing the makeup even more. In no time at all I was spraying my own sweet liquid into his mouth, squirting cum with every convulsion of ecstasy.

I wanted to lie back and take a minute to get my breath, but Quentin was getting up from his knees and his erect dick stood to attention once more. He grabbed my shoulder and forcefully threw me over the arm of the sofa in a flurry of shimmering dust, it hurt a little but it just made me want him all the more.

“You better fuck me right now!” I growled as I took a deep and prepared myself for what was to come, hoping his fucking skills were as adept as his oral talents. Grabbing my firm, white ass; he steadied himself and began to push against me.

I thought that I’d be wet enough for easy access, but his giant cock still met resistance. I felt his fat width stretching my pussy wide and he slowly forced his massive glittering discostick inside me. He worked his way in slowly at first and my muscles tightened around him, drawing him deeper inside of me. His gentleness didn’t last long, once he had pushed himself all the way in, he withdrew almost completely and then slammed himself deep inside once more.

I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled, “I like it hard, fast, and deep. Make me scream!”

He obeyed my command and slammed into me again; causing me to scream out as he stretched me in places no man had ever reached before. But I welcomed the pain, for it brought with it a pleasure so intense that I thought I would never be able to fuck another man. He began pounding away at me so hard that I had to put my arms out and brace myself. Bits of metallic glitter fell off his body with each movement, I could feel it landing on my naked flesh and covering me.

I was shocked when he swiftly picked me up and threw me against the wall, because he didn’t look strong enough to execute such a move so smoothly. When I realized his intentions I wrapped my legs around his slender waist and gripped tightly on to his shoulders, my nails biting into his flesh. He began fucking me again like a man possessed, my head banging off the wall behind us. I pitied his neighbours as I screamed into a second orgasm.

I thought that maybe then he would finish and let me rest but no, he just dropped me on to the floor, put my legs on his shoulders, and thrust into me balls-deep once more. Quentin’s back began to bleed as I clawed away at him, but this just seemed to make him fuck me harder. He took advantage of the size of his cock by putting me into positions where deep penetration was the only option.

Four mind-blowing orgasms later he finally decided to cum once more. When his cries of lust died down he collapsed on top of me and began stroking my hair. I made a mental note to myself to get his number; I would be making a weekly dick appointment if I could. Hell, I might even let my husband watch! He began to tenderly kiss my neck, the heat of the moment finally dying down into the post-orgasmic chill.

“Thanks for fixing my jaw’ he whispered ‘now I’ve got to get changed, these heels are killing me!”

I smiled as I caressed his broad shoulders and whispered my own sweet nothings, as I absent-mindedly picked bits of glitter from my soft skin, “so, you have to tell me…who does your makeup?”