My Boyfriend’s Son

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I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Rick, Arthur’s son, had been on my mind ever since that first dinner we all shared. I had started seeing Arthur, an older gentleman who swept me off my feet with his charm. But it was his son, a young, vibrant man, who ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.

Arthur and I had been dating for a few months, and I had met Rick on several occasions. He was nineteen, a handsome youth with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous smile. His youthful energy and playful demeanor stood in stark contrast to his father’s more refined and mature presence. I found myself drawn to Rick’s innocence and the raw, untamed desire that seemed to radiate from him.

As time passed, my thoughts of Rick became more frequent and intense. I would catch myself daydreaming about him during work, imagining his strong, young body and the feel of his soft lips on mine. I knew my feelings were inappropriate, but I couldn’t deny the lust that burned inside me. I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was determined to have it.

One day, Arthur informed me that he had to leave town for a business trip, and he would be taking Rick with him. My heart sank at the thought of them being away, but an idea began to form in my mind—a naughty, tantalizing idea that made my pulse quicken. I decided that while they were gone, I would pay Rick a little visit.

I waited until the day of their departure, my heart racing with anticipation. As I watched their car disappear down the street, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I knew what I was about to do was bold, but I was ready to take control and satisfy my desires.

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my body, imagining it was Rick’s hands caressing my skin. I washed my long, dark blonde hair, letting the suds run down my breasts and between my legs. I took my time, teasing myself, thinking of how I would tease Rick later.

After drying off, I stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring my body. At 42, I still had a great figure, with firm breasts and a round, shapely ass. My skin was smooth and tanned, and my brown eyes sparkled with mischief. I knew Rick would find me irresistible.

I chose my lingerie carefully, wanting to make a lasting impression. I slipped into a sheer black bra that barely contained my full breasts, the nipples already hard in anticipation. The matching panties hugged my curves, leaving little to the imagination. I added a garter belt and stockings, the lace brushing against my sensitive skin, making me shiver with pleasure.

The final touch was a long, sleek trench coat, buttoned up to hide my barely-there outfit. I checked my reflection one last time, pleased with the image of a confident, sensual woman staring back at me. Then, with a deep breath, I headed out to Rick’s place.

The walk to his apartment was exhilarating, my heart pounding with every step. I felt like a woman on a mission, ready to seduce and take what I desired. As I climbed the stairs to his floor, my nerves threatened to get the better of me, but I pushed them aside. I was Renata, a woman who got what she wanted, and tonight, I wanted Rick.

I knocked on the door, my heart in my throat. The door swung open, and there he was, Rick, looking even more gorgeous than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling up and down my body, lingering on the hint of lace visible beneath my coat.

“Hi, Rick,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“N-no, not at all,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I was just, um, studying. Come in.”

I stepped into the apartment, letting the coat fall open slightly, giving him a glimpse of my lingerie-clad body. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way he tried to hide it, but failed miserably. I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Your dad mentioned you’d be home alone, and I couldn’t resist the chance to spend some time with you.”

Rick’s eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape, but I knew he didn’t want to run. I could see the conflict in his young mind, the battle between his innocence and the raw lust I was stirring within him.

“You look… amazing,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse. “I mean, wow.”

I smiled, taking a step closer to him. “Why thank you, Rick. I dressed up just for you.”

I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it. He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

“You know, Rick,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have you all to myself.”

He shivered at my words, his breath coming in short gasps. “I-I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, my fingers trailing down his neck, across his chest, and finally resting on the belt of his jeans. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the desire that was building within him.

“Show me how much you’ve thought of me,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

Rick’s hands trembled as he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as he pushed them down, revealing his boxer briefs, already tented with his growing erection.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my voice like silk. “Let me see what I’ve been dreaming about.”

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing his thick, hard cock. It sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Oh, Rick,” I breathed, my eyes fixed on his impressive length. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

He stood there, naked and exposed, his cock twitching with every heartbeat. I stepped closer, running my fingers along his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “I want you, Renata.”

I smiled, my fingers tightening around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh, you’ll have me, baby. But first, I want to taste you.”

I sank to my knees, the hardwood floor cool against my skin, and took his cock in my hand. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and slowly licked the tip, savoring the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

Rick let out a soft groan, his hands coming to rest on my head, tangling in my hair. I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around his length, reveling in the feel of his cock against my lips and tongue.

“Fuck, Renata,” he panted, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the base, my nose pressing into his pubic hair. I held him there, my throat muscles contracting, and looked up at him, my eyes sparkling with pleasure.

Rick’s hands tightened in my hair, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “I’m gonna cum, Renata,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled back, his cock glistening with my saliva, and looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust. “Not yet, baby,” I said, my voice husky. “I want to feel you inside me first.”

I stood, my hands reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rick’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare breasts, the nipples hard and begging for attention.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body.

I smiled, stepping closer to him, and took his hands, placing them on my breasts. “Touch me, Rick,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you.”

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, my head falling back, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Your body is incredible,” he murmured, his lips finding my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.

I moaned, my hands moving to the button of my coat, undoing it slowly, revealing more of my lingerie-clad body. I let the coat slide off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing before him in just my bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled, his hands roaming over my body, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties.

I bit my lip, my body trembling with anticipation. “Take me, Rick,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel your young cock inside me.”

He spun me around, his hands on my hips, and bent me over the nearby couch, my ass presented to him, my wetness glistening on the lace of my panties. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my panties aside, exposing my swollen, needy pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I moaned, my hands gripping the cushions, my body trembling with anticipation. “Please, Rick,” I begged, my voice thick with desire. “Fuck me now.”

He positioned himself behind me, his cock nudging at my entrance, teasing me with its thickness. I pushed back against him, eager to take him inside. With one smooth thrust, he filled me, his length stretching me, igniting a fire within my core.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure. “Your cock feels so good, baby.”

Rick began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep within me. I moaned with each thrust, my body welcoming his invasion, my wetness coating his shaft with every stroke.

“You like my young cock, don’t you?” he panted, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me.

“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried out, my head thrown back, my breasts swaying with each thrust. “Fuck me harder, Rick. Make me cum on your cock.”

He obliged, his pace increasing, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening around his cock, ready to explode.

“I’m gonna cum, Rick!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

My body shook as waves of pleasure washed over me, my pussy clenching and milking his cock. Rick grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his own release building.

“Cum for me, baby,” I urged, my voice raspy. “Fill me with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Rick buried himself deep within me, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load, filling me with his hot, young seed.

We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies still entwined, our hearts racing. I turned to face him, my hand caressing his cheek, our breath mingling.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I smiled, my fingers tracing his lips. “You were amazing, Rick. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He blushed, a shy smile spreading across his face. “I’m glad I could make you happy, Renata. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, then with growing passion. “This is just the beginning, my sweet boy,” I whispered against his lips. “There’s so much more pleasure we can explore together.”

As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was just the start of something extraordinary. Rick and I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. I was ready to show him just how much pleasure a woman like me could bring, and I couldn’t wait to see where this forbidden journey would take us.

The Unexpected Turn

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I was just 24 years old, fresh out of college, and desperate for a job. My student loans were piling up, and I needed a way to support myself. That’s when I stumbled upon an ad for a secretary position at a local law firm. The pay wasn’t great, but it was a start, and I was eager to begin my career. Little did I know that this job would change my life in ways I never imagined.

On my first day, I met Mr. Harrison, the senior partner at the firm. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, with a commanding presence and a sharp gaze. His hair was salt-and-pepper, neatly trimmed, and his eyes held a mischievous glint that made me feel a little uneasy. But I needed this job, so I pushed my discomfort aside and introduced myself.

“Ah, Meredith, I presume?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “You’re even more beautiful than your resume suggested.”

I blushed at his compliment, feeling a bit flustered. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I’m excited to be here and learn from the best.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I can guarantee you’ll learn a lot here, my dear. Especially if you play your cards right.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I smiled politely, hoping to make a good impression. Little did I know that his words would prove to be more prophetic than I could have ever imagined.

As the weeks went by, I settled into my role as Mr. Harrison’s secretary. I was efficient, organized, and always on top of his schedule. But Mr. Harrison seemed to have other things on his mind. He would often find excuses to linger in my office, leaning casually against the door frame, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me squirm in my seat.

“You know, Meredith, you’re quite the catch,” he said one afternoon, his voice low and husky. “A young, beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be wasting her time with paperwork. You should be out there, living life to the fullest.”

I felt my cheeks flush again, but this time, it wasn’t just from embarrassment. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that made my heart race and my skin tingle. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I do enjoy my work here, but I appreciate your concern.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Oh, I’m not concerned, my dear. I’m simply offering you an opportunity.”

I tilted my head, curious yet cautious. “What kind of opportunity?”

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a thrill of anticipation through my body. “The kind that could make all your financial worries disappear.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew I was struggling to make ends meet, and the idea of having my financial burdens lifted was tempting. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Harrison leaned in closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’m a man of means, Meredith. I can offer you a substantial raise, but there’s a catch.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What… what kind of catch?”

His hand reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I want you, Meredith. I want your body, your youth, your beauty. I want you to be my little secret, my private plaything.”

I was shocked by his boldness, but at the same time, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I knew it was wrong, but the thought of being desired by this powerful man was intoxicating. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.

“Say yes, Meredith,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Say yes, and I’ll make sure you never have to worry about money again.”

I hesitated, torn between my moral compass and my desire for financial stability. But in that moment, my need for security won out. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Harrison’s face. “Excellent. Now, let’s seal the deal, shall we?”

He moved closer, his body pressing against mine, and I felt his hardness through his trousers. My heart was pounding as he gently guided me to the desk, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve. I was trembling, both from nervousness and anticipation, as he lifted my skirt, revealing my bare thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, Meredith,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “So young and fresh.”

I let out a soft moan as his fingers trailed along the edge of my panties, teasing me. “Please, Mr. Harrison,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a dark, sensual sound. “Oh, you’ll get what you need, my dear. But first, I want to taste you.”

With that, he pushed my panties aside and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was hot and wet as it flicked against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to stay upright under the onslaught of his skilled mouth.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Mr. Harrison seemed to take pleasure in my desperation, his tongue working me relentlessly. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring of tension ready to snap. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he inserted a finger inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sent me over the edge.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as the pleasure washed over me in powerful waves. Mr. Harrison held me tightly, his finger still buried deep within me, as I rode out the aftershocks of my climax.

As I lay there, trembling and breathless, Mr. Harrison stood up, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, my dear. Now, it’s time for the main event.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had unzipped his trousers, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was impressive, easily the biggest I had ever seen, and I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he guided it towards my entrance.

“Relax, Meredith,” he whispered, his voice a soothing contrast to the hardness of his cock. “I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding as he positioned himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. I let out a gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“You feel so good, Meredith,” he groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “So tight and wet.”

I moaned in response, my body adjusting to the sensation of being filled so completely. Mr. Harrison’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, driving me closer to the edge of another orgasm. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke, and I knew he was close too.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Mr. Harrison!” I cried out, my hands gripping the desk for support. “Fuck me harder!”

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his cock slamming against my cervix with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

“I’m going to come, Meredith!” he grunted, his voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

I was beyond words, lost in a haze of pleasure. “Inside me,” I managed to gasp. “Fill me up, please!”

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep within me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I could feel his cock twitching as he came, and the sensation sent me over the edge once more, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

We collapsed onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Mr. Harrison kissed my neck, his breath ragged against my skin. “That was incredible, Meredith. You’re quite the little vixen.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I… I think I need a moment to recover.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair. “Take all the time you need, my dear. But remember, this is just the beginning. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

As I straightened my clothes and tried to regain my composure, I knew that my life had taken an unexpected turn. I had crossed a line, made a deal with the devil, and there was no going back. But as I looked into Mr. Harrison’s eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures and secrets this new arrangement would reveal.

The Dream Encounter

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As the opening credits of the romantic movie rolled across the screen, Melissa found herself yawning, her eyes heavy with sleep. It had been a long day at work, and the cozy atmosphere of her living room, with the soft glow of the TV and the warm blanket wrapped around her, was too inviting to resist. She snuggled deeper into the couch, the flickering images of the film blending with her dreams as she drifted off.

In her dream, Melissa was no longer in her cozy apartment but in a grand theater, the kind she had only seen in old movies. The plush red velvet seats and ornate gold decorations transported her to a different era. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder, and as she turned, her breath caught in her throat. There, standing before her, was the male lead from the movie she had been watching, the very image of a handsome prince charming.

“Are you enjoying the film, my dear?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. His eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to see right through her, and his smile was both charming and mischievous.

Melissa, feeling a bit dazed, managed to nod, her heart racing. “It’s… it’s wonderful,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said, taking a seat beside her. His cologne filled her senses, a rich blend of sandalwood and musk, and she found herself leaning closer, drawn to his captivating presence. “I have a confession to make,” he continued, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “I’ve been watching you, Melissa. And I must say, you are even more beautiful than any leading lady I’ve ever seen on screen.”

Melissa’s cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words. “You… you have?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Indeed,” he replied, his hand reaching out to gently caress her cheek. “And I couldn’t help but notice how you longed for a fairy tale ending. Well, my dear, I’m here to make that dream come true.”

As he spoke, Melissa felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, as if his words were casting a spell on her. She wanted to believe, to surrender to this fantasy. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and desire.

The man leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “I mean, my sweet Melissa, that I am here to whisk you away. To show you a world of pleasure and adventure, where you are the leading lady, and I am your devoted hero.”

Melissa’s heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation. “Whisk me away?” she repeated, her voice breathless.

“Yes,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. “But first, we must prepare you for your new role. After all, every leading lady deserves to look and feel her best.”

Before Melissa could respond, the man stood and offered his hand. She took it, feeling a surge of electricity as their skin touched. He led her out of the theater, and the world around them transformed. The grand foyer of the theater melted away, revealing a luxurious spa, complete with marble columns and soothing water features.

“Welcome to your private sanctuary,” he said, his voice echoing in the spacious hall. “Here, you will be pampered and prepared for your journey.”

Melissa’s eyes widened as she took in the opulent surroundings. Soft lighting illuminated the space, creating a serene ambiance. In the center, a large marble tub, filled with steaming water and rose petals, awaited her.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” he instructed, his voice gentle yet commanding. “Allow me to attend to your every need.”

Melissa hesitantly began to undress, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She glanced at the man, who stood nearby, his eyes fixed on her every move. His gaze was intense, making her feel both exposed and incredibly desirable.

“Take your time, my dear,” he said, his voice soothing. “There’s no rush. I want you to savor every moment.”

As she slipped out of her clothes, Melissa’s body trembled with anticipation. Her breasts, full and heavy, were now exposed, the nipples hardening in the cool air. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhibitionism as she stood before this stranger, completely naked.

“You are stunning,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over her curves. “Every inch of you is perfection.”

Melissa blushed, feeling a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. She stepped towards the tub, the warm water inviting her in. As she lowered herself, the rose petals caressed her skin, their fragrance filling her senses.

The man approached, carrying a tray with various oils and lotions. “Allow me to indulge you,” he said, his voice soft and sensual. He knelt by the tub, his strong hands gently massaging the oil into her shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle.

Melissa sighed, her body relaxing under his skilled touch. His fingers worked their way down her back, kneading the tension from her muscles. She felt herself melting into the warmth of the water, her worries and inhibitions fading away.

“You have a beautiful body, Melissa,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. “And I intend to worship every inch of it.”

His hands glided down her arms, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. He took her hands in his, bringing them to his lips, and kissed each fingertip, his tongue leaving a warm trail. Melissa’s breath quickened, her body responding to his every touch.

“Now, let’s prepare you for the ultimate pleasure,” he said, his voice husky with desire. He reached for a small bottle of oil, pouring a generous amount into his palm. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to massage her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, causing them to harden further.

Melissa arched her back, her breath coming in short gasps. “Oh, yes…” she moaned, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her.

“You like that, don’t you, my sweet?” he whispered, his hands continuing their sensual assault. He leaned forward, his lips capturing one taut nipple, suckling gently at first, then with increasing urgency.

“Yes… please…” Melissa pleaded, her hands gripping the edges of the tub. She felt his tongue flicking and teasing, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

He moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands now exploring her inner thighs, his fingers inching closer to her aching center.

“You’re so wet, Melissa,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I can feel your desire. Let me satisfy it.”

With that, he slid a finger inside her, his thumb finding her clit, and began to stroke her with a slow, steady rhythm. Melissa’s hips bucked off the edge of the tub, her body craving more.

“Oh, yes… right there…” she panted, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back.

He added another finger, stretching her, filling her, his thumb working her clit in perfect harmony. Melissa’s moans filled the room, her body trembling on the brink of release.

“Come for me, my beautiful Melissa,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let go and surrender to the pleasure.”

His words were like a trigger, and Melissa’s body exploded in a cascade of sensations. She cried out, her back arching, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her juices flowed freely, coating his fingers, as her orgasm claimed her completely.

As her trembling subsided, he gently withdrew his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. “That was just the beginning, my love,” he promised, his voice filled with a dark, seductive promise. “The best is yet to come.”

Melissa, her body still buzzing with pleasure, could only nod, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. She knew this was just a dream, but in that moment, she didn’t care. She wanted to believe in this fantasy, to see where this journey would take her.

“Then let’s begin our adventure,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m ready to be your leading lady.”

His smile was both triumphant and tender as he helped her out of the tub, his strong arms wrapping around her, making her feel safe and cherished. Together, they stepped into the unknown, ready to write their own fairy tale ending.

Titty Fuck Temptation

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I had always been a bit self-conscious about my breasts. At 39, I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore, and my once perky assets had started to show the effects of gravity. But my boyfriend, Jake, had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, and he had a particular appreciation for my chest.

“Hey, Mary Ellen,” Jake called out as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I could hear the excitement in his voice, a tone that usually meant he had something naughty on his mind. “Yeah, babe?” I replied, smiling as I pictured him lounging on our bed, his muscular body glistening with anticipation. Jake was a fitness enthusiast, and his dedication to the gym had paid off, making him a sight to behold.

“I was just thinking…” He trailed off, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know how I love your tits, right?”

I laughed, feeling a familiar warmth between my legs. “Yeah, I think I’ve noticed your appreciation, Mr. Handsy.” Jake had a habit of cupping and caressing my breasts whenever we were alone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Well, I was wondering…” He paused, biting his lower lip, a sure sign he was about to propose something deliciously dirty. “Would you be up for giving me a titty fuck?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had never done anything like that before, but the thought of pleasing Jake and feeling his hard cock between my breasts was enough to make me blush. “A titty fuck? You mean, like… using my tits to pleasure you?”

“Exactly!” Jake’s face lit up, his excitement palpable. “I’ve always wanted to feel your soft, warm tits wrapped around my dick. I bet it’ll be fucking amazing.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of his request. Jake’s enthusiasm was infectious, and the idea of using my body to bring him pleasure was incredibly arousing. I took a deep breath, my towel falling slightly, revealing a hint of my pale skin. “Okay, Jake. I’ll do it. But only if you promise to be gentle with my girls.”

“Oh, I’ll be gentle, baby,” he assured me, his voice thick with desire. “But first, let me get a good look at them.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. I let the towel drop to the floor, exposing my naked body to Jake’s hungry gaze. My breasts were full and round, with large, pink nipples that stood erect in anticipation. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, my fingers brushing against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Mary Ellen,” Jake whispered, his eyes fixed on my chest. “Your tits are fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel them squeezing my cock.”

I took a step closer to the bed, my heart racing. “Show me what you want me to do, Jake. Guide me.”

He patted the bed beside him, his hand reaching out to stroke my thigh. “Come here, beautiful. Straddle my face, let me taste your sweet pussy while you prepare those gorgeous tits for my cock.”

I did as he asked, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself above his face. Jake’s hands immediately went to my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks as his tongue sought out my clit. I moaned, the sensation of his rough hands and soft tongue driving me wild.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured between licks. “Ride my face, let me hear you moan.”

I ground my hips against his mouth, my wetness coating his lips and chin. His tongue flicked and teased, driving me closer to the edge. I reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair, and urged him on. “Yes, Jake, right there. Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”

As I neared my climax, Jake’s hands traveled up my body, his fingers brushing against my nipples, causing me to shudder. “Now, Mary Ellen,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Let’s give my cock the titty fuck it’s been dreaming of.”

I shifted my position, straddling his waist, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Jake’s cock stood tall and proud, already glistening with pre-cum. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying, and took the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Suck it, baby, get it nice and wet for your tits.”

I bobbed my head, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft. Jake’s hands tightened on my hips, urging me to take more of him. I looked up at him, my blue eyes meeting his, as I deep-throated his length, my throat constricting around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Now, let’s get those tits in action.”

I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. I positioned myself above his cock, my breasts hanging over his shaft. I looked down, watching as the head of his cock disappeared between my cleavage.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Jake moaned, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock sliding between my tits. “Squeeze them together, baby, make a tight little tunnel for my dick.”

I did as he asked, my hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them together, trapping his cock between them. I began to slide up and down, my tits providing a warm, slick passage for his throbbing member.

“That’s it, fuck those tits, Mary Ellen,” he urged, his hands gripping my hips, helping me set the pace. “Feel how hard your tits make me? How much I love your soft, warm flesh on my cock?”

I moaned, the sensation of his cock sliding between my breasts sending waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing against his chest, my hair falling around us like a curtain of red silk.

“You like that, baby?” Jake asked, his voice rough with desire. “You like feeling my cock between your tits?”

“Yes, Jake,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “I love it. I love feeling your hard cock against my soft flesh.”

“That’s it, fuck those tits harder, baby,” he encouraged, his hands squeezing my ass, pulling me down onto his cock. “Squeeze them tight, make me cum all over your beautiful tits.”

I increased my pace, my tits sliding up and down his shaft, my nipples rubbing against his skin. Jake’s breathing became ragged, his body tensing beneath me.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Cum all over your tits, Mary Ellen. Paint your beautiful skin with my cum.”

His words sent me over the edge. I squeezed my tits together, trapping his cock, and felt his warm, sticky release coating my skin. His cum shot in thick ropes, painting my breasts and neck, creating a pearl necklace of his desire.

“Yes, Jake,” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Cum for me, baby. Give me your cum.”

As his climax subsided, I leaned down, my lips seeking his, and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his release. I could feel his cum, still warm, on my skin, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.

“That was fucking incredible,” Jake panted, his hands stroking my back. “Your tits are fucking amazing, Mary Ellen. I could do this all day.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jake. I have to admit, I loved feeling your cock between my tits.”

“And I loved watching you,” he said, his eyes roaming over my cum-covered body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mary Ellen. I can’t wait to explore more of your naughty side.”

I blushed, feeling a new sense of freedom and excitement. Jake’s appreciation for my body and his willingness to explore our desires had unlocked something within me, a newfound confidence and a hunger for more.

“I can’t wait to see what else we can get up to,” I said, my voice laced with anticipation. “But for now, I think I need a shower to wash off all this delicious cum.”

Jake laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll join you, baby. We can wash each other off and start planning our next adventure.”

As we made our way to the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held. Jake’s love for my body and his insatiable appetite for pleasure had opened up a whole new world of erotic possibilities, and I couldn’t wait to explore them all.

The Exhibitionist’s Night

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I lay back on the soft sheets, my body tingling with anticipation as I prepared for my little exhibitionist adventure. It was a warm summer night, and I had checked into this motel with a mischievous plan in mind. At 50 years old, I still had a wild side that craved attention, and tonight, I was going to give in to my desires.

My room was on the ground floor, with a large window overlooking the parking lot. I knew that anyone walking by would have a clear view of my room, and that thought excited me immensely. I turned on the bedside lamp, ensuring the room was well-lit, and then I walked over to the window. With a click, I unlocked the latch and pushed the curtains wide open, letting the warm breeze caress my naked body.

I had stripped off my clothes earlier, leaving them in a pile on the chair, and now I stood proudly, my body on full display. My brown hair fell in soft waves down my back, framing my pretty face. I smiled, knowing that my green eyes held a mischievous glint that would draw anyone’s attention. My breasts, a perfect C cup, were firm and perky, the nipples hardening in the cool night air. I could feel my pussy already growing wet as I imagined the possibilities.

I walked back to the bed, my hips swaying seductively, and lay down, spreading my legs wide. The cool air teased my sensitive skin as I ran my fingers lightly over my thighs, slowly inching towards my core. I wanted to build the tension, to savor every moment of this experience.

As I began to caress my breasts, gently pinching my nipples, I glanced out of the corner of my eye towards the window. That’s when I saw him. A tall, handsome man stood just outside, his gaze locked onto me. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my naked body, and I felt a thrill course through me. I had an audience, and he was clearly enjoying the show.

I continued my slow, sensual exploration, sliding my hand down my stomach, my fingers dipping into the damp curls between my thighs. I let out a soft moan, partly for his benefit, partly because the anticipation was already driving me wild. My fingers found my clit, and I began to rub it gently, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rippled through my body.

The man outside was now openly watching me, his eyes burning with desire. I could see the outline of his erection pressing against his pants, and it only fueled my own desire further. I wanted to make him hard, to know that I was affecting him as much as he was affecting me.

I spread my legs even wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy. My fingers delved deeper, sliding into my wetness, and I began to finger-fuck myself slowly, my hips moving in rhythm with my hand. I let out a soft, contented sigh, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

He was still there, his breath fogging the window as he watched me with an intense hunger. I smiled at him, a silent invitation, and his hand moved to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. I could see the bulge growing, and it made my pussy clench with need. I wanted to feel him, to taste him, but for now, this voyeuristic game was enough to drive us both wild.

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy, my other hand squeezing and tugging at my nipples. I was so wet, my juices running down my thighs, and I knew I was putting on a good show. The man’s hand was now inside his pants, and I imagined his long, hard cock in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue.

As I brought myself closer to the edge, my moans grew louder, filling the room. I could see the man’s lips moving, as if he was whispering words of encouragement, urging me on. His hand moved faster, and I knew he was close to climaxing too. The thought of us both reaching orgasm together, separated only by a pane of glass, was incredibly arousing.

My fingers worked my clit feverishly, and I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure about to crash over me. I arched my back, my breasts thrusting forward, and I cried out as the climax hit me. My body shook, my pussy clenching around my fingers as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Through my post-orgasmic haze, I saw the man’s hand move faster, and then he froze, his body stiffening. I knew he was cumming, his cock erupting with thick ropes of cum, staining his pants. I smiled, satisfied, as I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my breath coming in short gasps.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then, with a final glance and a smile, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night. I lay there, my body still buzzing with pleasure, a satisfied smile on my face.

I had no idea who that man was, but the anonymous encounter had been thrilling. The thought of being watched, of bringing a stranger to the brink of ecstasy, was a powerful aphrodisiac. I knew I would remember this night for a long time, and the memory would always bring a wicked smile to my lips.

Perhaps, I thought with a mischievous glint in my eye, I should make this a regular occurrence. After all, I had discovered a new, exciting way to satisfy my exhibitionist cravings, and I couldn’t wait to see who would be watching next time.