Who am I?
I'm Frederick, and I might be the most perverted fucker you would ever meet in your lifetime. My unusual endowment, an impressive eight-inch cock, left a lasting impression on every of the girls I had fucked...Girls? Scratch that. Women. Milfs. The young adults are, the MILFS are the rush this season. Well, my massive cock and my unmatched sex game made it difficult for my Milfs to find satisfaction in any one else. They always kept coming back, literally begging for more of my dick. But it was my unwritten rule to have no strings attached.
Women meant nothing to me–just a pleasant and momentary distraction – like a kind of toy to calm a wailing child.
I didn't respect them.
I never cared for their names.
I never really remembered what they even looked like.
But she was different.
She was the hottest milf I had ever come across. Hot, curvy, sharp eyes and with lips I would kill for to kiss. And what was worse? She was married to the most dangerous gang lord in the city.
.....
I stepped through the door of the complex and bumped into someone whose body had the softness of a cloud.
"Hey, watch it," she snapped.
I looked up and forgot how to speak. It wasn't my kind of thing to be tongue-tied, but she made me do things I never did. She had that bad boss bitch look, early thirties, sharp make-up, new Chanel designer blouse, purse and stilettos. The blouse was unbuttoned enough to reveal a good portion of her cleavage and the short skirt and pantyhose hugged her curves in a way that made me lose my breath.
I could already imagine myself tearing the pantyhose apart, hoisting her onto her kitchen table and fucking her crazy.
"...Sorry," I mumbled helplessly, struggling to regain control of myself when she caught me staring at her like she was a juicy piece of meat.
"You done staring?" she hissed, her hand on her round hip.
"Yeah....sorry. No, I mean..." Damn! Her hot body always made me do the craziest things.
As I made to sidestep her, my body betrayed me and I had a full-blown erection right in front of her.
She noticed.
Her eyes dropped down to my hard-on and slowly returned back to my face, holding dark desire. Then she slowly raised her hand, thrusting two fingers into her mouth and sucking seductively on it.
Okay, that's it!
"Sorry. Um...I've gotta go," I stammered and rushed towards the stairs, away from her. If I stayed a little longer, I would've spilled cum all over my pants, or worse...fucked her tight cunt right there in the hallway.
As I padded away, I dared to glance back at her over my shoulder and caught her staring as if waiting for me to turn back. As our eyes locked, she signalled me to call her and threw her card. It landed at the foot of the stairs and I ran back to pick it up.
I wet my lips with my tongue, staring greedily at her swaying backside. She got into her black lambo and drove off. Perfect. Oceanview Estate. 9 p.m. She would be screaming my name tonight. This was about to be the best day of my life.
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The guard at the door sized me up, looking over the complementary card, his suspicion vivid in his face. He excused himself put a call through to Stella Smith and, moments later, he showed me in through the gate. I walked through the
A maid in a black and white apron and short dress showed me up the stairs and to the front of Stella's room. She left and I was left alone at the door.
Alright, Fred. This is it. I sucked in a breath and raised my hand slowly. I knocked once and had barely raised my hand for the second time when the door flew open.
I nearly choked on my breath. Man, Stella was indeed the most milf I had come across in my entire sinful life. She was simply breathtaking in the provocative fishnet lingerie which barely concealed her nakedness. Her eyes had the same gleam in them. Feral, filled with sinful desire.
Before I could even as much as mumble a greeting, she pulled me inside, her lips immediately slamming on mine, forcing my lips open. "I was waiting for you, nasty," she purred breathlessly, capturing my lips in the most fiery, passionate kiss again. "I was starting to think you stood me up."
My lips parted to form a reply but as her fingers trailed over my body, lingering on the bulge on my pants, a moan was all that could slip free.
Well, my turn now. I returned the kiss with equal fervour, my tongue stroking hers while she sucked on my lower lip. "I wouldn't dream of it, Stel," I mumbled, my voice low and rough. I let my hand drift to her breasts, caressing the soft mound before lowering the thin fabric of her bra. My thumb brushed over her nipple, making her gasp.
I stopped the kiss and pushed her gently away from me. The grin on my face turned devilish as I fished into my pocket and pulled out the packs of condoms I had picked in the mall on my way. Stella's eyes widened for a moment, a mix of shock and excitement flashing through her face. She licked her lips before snaking her hand around my neck and forcing me to lower my head about an inch or two. Then she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against mine. Claiming me.
"Fuck, Fred," she gasped against my lips, her hand reaching out to get the condom from my hands, her fingers brushing mine, the mere touch sending electric waves through my blood.
"Fuck," she moaned. "You're making me so wet right now."
I stepped closer towards her, her massive breasts smashing into me, my sinful hands sliding down from her waist to cup her ass cheeks. "This night will be so unforgettable," I growled under my breath before nibbling on her lips hungrily. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll be begging me for it every day," I purred, pressing a wet kiss to her neck that made the most sinful moan slip from her pretty lips.
Stella's body obeyed my every touch like that of a good little slut, her breath hitched as I teased and pleased her with my fingers. Her hands flew to my shoulders as her body bucked against mine, her nails digging into the sweaty skin of my back. "Oh, fuck, Fred," she moaned, her eyes filled with needy anticipation.
"Please, what?" I inquired, more than glad to see her beg for it.
"Fuck me, Fred... Fuck me so hard!" she yelled.
A sinful, smug grin stretched my lips. I would give her what she wanted. But what's the fun in it if she doesn't come on my fingers first? Then we'll both have a taste of her pleasure...
My kiss became more intense and demanding, my tongue plunging into her mouth and tangling with hers while my adventurous hands continued to roam over her body, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot.
"You like that?" The question came out of my throat as a guttural moan. I let my hand slide down her thigh and cupped her juicy pussy, my fingers teasing her swollen clit, making her gasp. "You like being a dirty slut, huh?"
She could only nod and bite her lip to suppress another moan as I added a third finger into her pussy. I thrust them into her rapidly and she shut her eyes, her lewd moan filling the room. When her eyes fluttered open and her gaze flew up to meet mine, her eyes were filled with an hunger and desire that matched mine.
This was going to be lit.