Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 1: Pervert Dexter

THIRD PERSON POV

Hailing from a family of great wealth and influence, Dexter Williams is a twenty-two-year-old American man. His father holds a prominent position as a congressman, while his mother has achieved significant success as a corporate businesswoman.

Standing at a commanding height of 6’2", Dexter possesses a meticulously sculpted physique featuring defined six-pack abs. With his flowing black hair and striking looks, he radiates an undeniable aura of charisma and affluence.

Dexter has firmly established his reputation as a legendary playboy. His long list of romantic conquests serves as clear evidence of his magnetic charm. Upon his graduation, he was offered a position within his mother’s company, which he accepted.

It didn't take long for him to settle into the office environment, where he immediately used his allure to captivate his mother's personal secretary.

A seduction soon followed, leading to frequent and passionate trysts held right inside his private office. Although his mother was fully aware of his behavior, she chose to overlook his indiscretions. Her deep affection for her only son, combined with the protection offered by his father's political status, meant there were no consequences to fear.

Throughout the next six months, Dexter shared intimate moments with nearly every beautiful woman in the building. He exploited every opportunity, relying on his irresistible charm and legendary sexual prowess to get what he wanted.

During this period, he was also introduced to his mother’s social circle, which included many successful and often married businesswomen. Dexter’s talent for seduction knew no limits; he frequently visited their residences to engage in intense affairs that left these women desperate for more.

His sexual capabilities were the stuff of legend. Dexter had refined his techniques to such a degree that a simple touch could push a woman to the edge of ecstasy. Furthermore, his impressive 8-inch endowment left such a mark on his partners that they found it nearly impossible to be satisfied by anyone else. Just the memory of his performance was enough to make any woman’s knees tremble.

One specific encounter remains particularly memorable. For several weeks, Dexter had set his sights on a stunning business associate of his mother. A woman in her late thirties, her provocative curves had driven his desire to a breaking point.

He eventually visited her home one evening under the guise of a business consultation. The sexual tension between them was thick enough to touch, and they quickly migrated to her bedroom.

With expert precision, Dexter’s hands roamed over her body, leaving her breathless. His touch felt like an electric current, triggering waves of intense pleasure. He was a master of the tease, bringing her to the very brink of climax before pausing, forcing her to beg for release.

The moment he finally entered her, he used a slow and purposeful thrust that drew a cry of pure delight from her lips. His movements were those of an expert, hitting every sensitive spot with rhythmic perfection and driving her into a frenzy of lust.

As he hammered into her, his hands continued to explore and stimulate every inch of her skin, providing sensations she had never before encountered.

She could feel the peak approaching, her entire frame shaking with the weight of her anticipation. When the climax finally hit, she let out a scream of ecstasy as her body convulsed under the sheer force of the orgasm.

Once the act was over, she lay there completely drained and fulfilled, certain that the pleasure Dexter provided was something she could never forget. She had become an addict, hooked on the way he made her feel.

Dexter’s hunger for seducing married women only intensified with every new conquest. He lived for the excitement of the hunt and the taboo nature of these secret affairs. The unique chemistry and desires of his partners fueled his own lust, making every new encounter more intoxicating. Each woman was simply another trophy, proving his status as an irresistible predator.

Eventually, Dexter’s father received an invitation to a high-society event filled with the city’s elite. Thinking it was time to network his son with influential figures, the congressman brought Dexter along.

Upon arrival, Dexter found himself in a room full of his father’s peers, most of whom were in their fifties. Scanning the crowd of older professionals, his attention was suddenly arrested by a woman standing beside one of the guests.

She was clad in an provocative evening gown that showcased her cleavage and featured a daring slit that revealed her thighs. The man introduced her as his wife, Helena.

When Dexter took her hand, he let his fingers linger, subtly scratching her palm in a suggestive manner. Helena reacted by rolling her eyes and biting her lip, a response that sent a wave of heat straight to Dexter's core.

He swallowed hard, his eyes practically stripping her where she stood. Before moving on, he managed to hand her his phone number, whispering in a low, gravelly tone for her to give him a call.

Helena, a thirty-five-year-old woman with a body built for attention, understood his intentions perfectly. Her husband, being much older, could no longer meet her physical needs. She viewed Dexter as the perfect vessel to satisfy her most primal cravings.

Later that same night, Helena sent Dexter a text with her address, inviting him over. Dexter arrived at her door with a racing heart, his cock already straining against his pants at the thought of the upcoming encounter.

When the door swung open, he was met by Helena dressed in revealing fishnet lingerie. Her body was barely hidden, and her eyes burned with a hunger that mirrored his own.

Helena guided Dexter inside, her voice thick with lust. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," she purred. Her fingers traced the muscles of his chest while her eyes scanned his frame, eventually stopping at the prominent bulge in his trousers. "I’ve been waiting for you, you naughty boy. I was starting to think you’d stood me up."

Dexter, his gaze dark with raw desire, smirked as he looked her over, taking in every detail visible through the fishnet. "I wouldn’t dream of it, Helena," he replied, his voice deep and rough. He reached out to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple until she gasped. "I’ve spent the whole day thinking about you, your body, and exactly what I’m going to do to you."

He then produced a handful of condoms—at least ten of them. Helena’s eyes went wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the condoms and then back at Dexter, her eyes filled with an insatiable hunger.