Queen BANG
“Are you a femdom?”
That was unexpected. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. I’d like to think that after chatting with hundreds of guys over the last two years, I’d know better.
There were two main types of guys who liked MILFs — the subs and the curious. Once in a while, I’d catch a young Dom looking to cuck a husband, but to find the one type that I really liked, that was harder than finding a needle in a haystack.
“Are you a sub?” I asked. I was surprised. When we started chatting, he seemed typical enough. An EMT who liked to go gym and had the usual fetishes.
“I was waiting to ask you,” he said.
“Do I look like a femdom?” I asked.
“Yes. You’re a cougar, you eat young men and you’re confident,” he said.
“True, I like eating young men but I’m not a dom.”
“I don’t believe it,” he said.
“Why not? I’m a horny person. Impatient. I like young men so I want to eat them. But I’m not a femdom.”
At this point I learnt enough to know what a femdom was. It wasn’t just a Dom in sex. It was way more. Think BDSM and those women in skin-tight black suits and whips and stuff. That was what I was thinking.
It wasn’t I was opposed to wearing those outfits. I loved dressing in sexy, naughty clothes, so wearing those leather suits and improper cutouts seemed fun. And who didn’t like some leather whips, collars and leashes?
Except, I wanted that on me.
“How come? You are a Dom,” he said with emoticons, sounding annoyed. As if I’d tricked him into revealing a secret he didn’t want anyone to know.
“Dude. It’s fine. So you’re a sub. How did you know you liked this play?” I asked.
“I had femdoms before. The sex was great. I like pegging.”
Oh my god. Another one.
“I don’t know why guys keep asking me to peg them,” I complained to H, and he laughed.
“Really? How many?” He asked as he dressed for work. It’d become a thing to talk about anything interesting worth sharing from our experiences. We are each other’s confidante.
There wasn’t anyone amongst our friends who would get what we were doing.
I counted with my fingers. At that time, I was new to the game of dating. “Ten?”
“Woah…that’s a lot!” H grinned. “Imagine telling my friends my wife is pegging guys!”
“Or not pegging…” I sighed.
“Come on. You gotta be more open,” H grinned. “You hump my leg a lot.”
I wondered as time flew if the idea at that time seemed impossible was gaining traction now. The quest for the big bang. Was that a route I needed to take to get there?
“I found a site with MILFS,” EMT guy said.
“Woah. There is a Korean site with MILFs?” I was shocked.
The society seemed conservative enough with how the women were frowned upon for dressing in revealing tops and unlike the Japanese with their quirks, the parts that I came to know about the Koreans, didn’t seem to deviate too much from the normal.
“It was a homepage. There were three, sometimes four of them,” he said.
“Did you meet them?” I asked. My mind was running wild. This only happened in manga or anime. It brought back my past — a hentai movie which I’d watch, which I termed - Queen Bang.
“What did you borrow today?” I asked H. We were dating during our college days, and H after showed me my first hentai anime, and there was no turning back. Hentai porn was a drug and I had to watch one a day.
And in the vids he got me then, there was one of a young man and a group of women. A handsome delivery guy who was suckered punch by a fit, muscular woman and dropped into a box and delivered.
When he got out of the box, he was surrounded by six women. A table set with glasses and candlelight. Sexy MILFs in different outfits and professions staring intently at him, big cats ready to feast.
I remembered feeling awkward about it. Unnatural feelings rising up my throat. Was it any better if it was a group of guys eyeing a young woman in a box?
In the movie, the guy was surrounded and held down as each woman took their turn to milk him. As he cummed, each woman would spit his cum into a wine glass and took turns to drink from it later.
Yes. It was wrong. But was it okay if he enjoyed the sex later? We can discuss the morality of it later. Another story that would make you uncomfortable but also very curious.
“They bring toys,” said EMT guy. Yes, we are back with the Queens of Korea.
“Did the MILFs wear strap ons?” I asked.
The first time I heard that word was from Aussie. He was the first who taught me about pegging and showed me pics of pegging and educating the rectal orgasm he’d hoped I would give him.
That strap-on word which I had asked H, who couldn’t stop laughing and snickering after. Fine, I’m a baby cougar, but the journey of sexual experience had to start somewhere.
“Yes. They take turns. One in my mouth, another in my ass and one mouth sucking my cock,” he said.
“Wow…” The image was stuck in my head. “And you like it?”
“I cummed a lot,” he grinned happily. “I want to do it again and again.”
That was what I heard. Male Prostate Orgasm. A heavenly experience.
I wondered how that would feel if it was a female butt? Would the anal orgasm be just as intense?
A Queen Bang — three women one man. Was it just as fun as a Gang Bang?
There was lots to learn and so much to try. So what if I was a MILF cougar? It was a stereotype to think I knew all there is to sex.
“The MILF I had was shy. Sex was vanilla,” said one guy. “But I think you are different. You’re so sexy…”
Sure. I am hot, and so what if I’m great with you know what. It was my turn. I’m looking for the big bang. The guys whom I liked were shy about this.
But, until I got my threesome, I’d never known how high that bar was. How high was the sky, and can I fly?
One day, untethered, unbound, I’d fly in a rocket ship. Up, up to space, infinity, and beyond.