"Touch my legs, baby…"
Rebecca's voice was low, almost a purr, her eyes hazy from the whiskey.
"Don't you like my legs the most?"
The drunken Rebecca Sanders forgot she was a widow. She kept guiding Ethan, who was also more than a little drunk.
In his daze, Ethan followed her lead without question. After all, Rebecca was forty-two — confident, experienced, and devastatingly beautiful.
He kissed her with a heat that surprised even himself.
Rebecca let him do whatever he wanted, murmuring encouragement between breaths.
She's my elder… some small, rational part of his mind whispered, and listening to her is just… respect, right?
But the night blurred into raw sensation, and that thought didn't last long.
...
Rebecca stumbled forward, her hands reaching for Eathan's belt buckle. She fumbled with the clasp for a moment, her fingers clumsy and uncoordinated from the alcohol, but finally she managed to undo it, letting his pants fall to the floor. His boxers followed a moment later, and Rebecca's breath caught in her throat at the sight of his cock, thick and hard and oozing at the tip. She couldn't believe how much she wanted it, how desperate she was to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.
"Fuck," she whispered, sinking to her knees before him. "You're so big."
Eathan just stood there, his hands at his sides as he watched her with hooded eyes. He looked drunk and dazed, and for a moment Rebecca wondered if he was even aware of what was happening. But then he spoke, his voice low and rough.
"Put it in your mouth, Rebecca," he growled.
Rebecca didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. The taste was salty and musky, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she couldn't help but let out a little moan as she swirled her tongue around the head.
"More," Eathan demanded, his hand coming down to tangle in her hair. "Take it deeper."
Rebecca hesitated for just a moment, uncertainty warring with arousal. But then she felt the pressure of Eathan's hand on the back of her head, urging her forward, and she had no choice but to comply. She opened her mouth wide and took him inside, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth as she pressed deeper and deeper into her throat. She gagged and sputtered, her eyes watering as he hit the back of her throat and kept going, the thick head of his cock forcing its way past her tonsils and into her esophagus.
"That's it," Eathan groaned, his hips rocking forward to push himself even deeper. "Take it all.
Rebecca wanted to cry, wanted to beg him to stop, but she couldn't make a sound with her mouth so full of his flesh. All she could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked her face, his balls slapping against her chin with each brutal thrust. And then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth, and with a roar of completion, he was flooding her throat with his seed.
Rebecca swallowed frantically, gagging and coughing as the thick fluid poured down her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as she struggled to take it all in. And when it was finally over, when Eathan pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, Rebecca collapsed forward onto the floor, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. She could feel the sticky wetness of his release on her face, could taste the saltiness of it on her tongue. And despite everything, despite the degradation and the humiliation of it all, she felt a sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal coursing through her body.
Rebecca pulled herself up off the floor, her legs shaky and unsteady as she swayed on her feet. She could feel the lingering taste of Eathan's cum on her tongue, could smell the musky scent of his arousal clinging to her skin like a cheap perfume. And god help her, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to be filled and stretched and used in every possible way.
"Get on the bed," she commanded, her voice slurred and thick. "On your back."
Eathan complied without question, stumbling backwards onto the mattress and spreading his legs in clear invitation. Rebecca climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as she reached down between their bodies to line up his cock with her dripping entrance. She was so wet, so ready for him, and it took only the slightest pressure to have him sliding deep inside her, filling her up in a way that made her gasp with pleasure.
"Fuck," she groaned, grinding her hips down against his as she took him to the hilt. "You feel so good inside me."
Eathan just moaned in response, his hands coming up to grip her hips as he began to thrust up into her, driving himself even deeper into her eager cunt. Rebecca rode him hard and fast, her tits bouncing with each slap of skin on skin as she impaled herself on his cock over and over again. It was crude and animalistic, the sex of two drunk people too far gone to care about anything but their own pleasure. And yet, there was something freeing about it, something exhilarating in the sheer depravity of it all.
Rebecca could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Eathan's shaft as he pistoned in and out of her. "I'm gonna come," she panted, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him harder and faster. "I'm gonna fucking come on your cock."
And then she was there, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm as she cried out in ecstasy, her pussy milking Eathan's cock for all it was worth. He followed a moment later, his hips jerking and stuttering as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan of completion.
Rebecca collapsed forward onto his chest, both of them panting and gasping as they struggled to catch their breath. And as the haze of alcohol and lust.