MILF Cumslut

Our relationship started rocky, to say the least. I am in my 40’s, somewhat vanilla, strong-willed and no one’s whore. Ben was 20 years younger, a man of few words and very confident. You would think that combination would be boring, though as time went along, it became bewitchingly enticing. I wear my emotions out in front and on my sleeve and Ben sits back and watches me; watches me squirm and often with a smirk on his face when I have to apologize. I think he loves that passion I have and that I cannot control it. Speaking of control, Ben always had a feeling with most strong, determined women, that they really desire to be controlled because always being in control is tiring. I can attest; it is very tiring.

Through the months of our relationship, many areas were discussed; both sexual and non-sexual. That is where we realized we indeed have a relationship happening, not just chatting. In my flippant way, I would say to Ben numerous times, “We need to meet and get this sexual need figured out.” Always, he would respond with the “yeah” comment. I did not take Ben as being uninterested, but I think he might have been a little afraid to ‘put his money where his mouth is’ so to speak.

Finally, I called him on it. I would be spending four days in New York City. “Let’s see what you got,” I wrote in an email to him.

The surprising reply came back from Ben, “Game on!”

I arrived in New York City late at night and found a taxi to take me directly to The W Hotel on Lexington. After checking in at 11 pm, I sent Ben a text message “W on Lexington, Rm 1604 – me, xo” and went for a long, hot shower. I crawled into the fine crisp white sheets, turned off the lights and drifted into sleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning, I checked my cell and of course was not surprised to see that Ben had not responded. Well, fuck him, I was going out to play in my favourite city. Dressed for walking the city, I walked along 49th, taking a few photos along the way. (Yes, I took a photo of the Waldorf-Astoria, as it was part of one of my favourite movies, Serendipity!) I found a small coffee shop and ordered a ‘kwaffee’ and a pastry and enjoyed, for a short time, some people watching. I checked my cell – no reply. Sigh. I finished my little breakfast and continued on with re-familiarizing myself with New York. I checked my cell phone a few more times and then turned the damn thing off. Grrrr, I thought, I will just go about and enjoy the city.

I meandered up Sixth and around Rockefeller Center and further up to the edge of Central Park, stopping for a late lunch at a little place called Sarabeth’s for a wonderful bowl of homemade wild mushroom soup and an American grilled cheese sandwich. I figured that I might as well eat, since who knew if Ben would even show up. Leaving there with a coffee-to-go in hand, I took a new route back to the W, sauntering and soaking up the city vibes.

Arriving back at the hotel, I checked in at the desk to “unsurprise” myself if Ben had arrived while I was out – nope, no Ben. I muttered to myself during the elevator ride up to my room that he probably would not show up. Fuck! I turned on my cell to check if he had text me. Nope, still nothing from Ben. Fuck! It was time for a nap to cool off before I sent him a “where the fuck are you?” text.

I got up around 7 pm and had a shower. My big debate was; eat in, eat out, what to do? I decided to head over to the Waldorf-Astoria for a drink at their lounge and maybe a little dinner.

I arrived at the lounge around 9 pm, wearing a black little dress, just above my knee in length, and a pink pachmina. It was not too busy, but there were a few people at the bar and at the little tables in the room. I took a seat down at the far end of the bar and put my small clutch on the bar top. The bartender came over and I ordered a glass of chardonnay. As I waited for my wine, I took out my cell and turned it on. What a surprise, no text from Ben! I text him, “Having a drink at the lounge at the Astoria. Wish you were here. xo” I turned off my cell and took a sip of my wine. Then I people-watched and enjoyed my wine.

About half an hour later, I was thinking I should order at least an appetizer or two. Drinking on an empty stomach is never a good thing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall younger man with graying hair arrive, wearing a dark suit with his tie removed and hanging out of his suit jacket pocket. I grinned. He had finally fucking arrived! I motioned to the bartender for a beer. I turned and gave Ben a big smile and wink. He smirked at me.

He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I gave a slight giggle as I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long wet deep kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and found his tongue. I had slipped off the chair and pressed my body against his. Ben groaned into my mouth and I pulled away from his wonderful mouth. Smiling at him, I slipped back onto the chair. Ben took the seat next to me. His hand rested on my thigh.

“You are such a naughty girl! Trying to give me a hard-on in public!” Ben said in a low voice.

I just grinned at him.

Then, I felt his hand move to my knee, and slowly move up under the fabric of my dress, sliding along my bare skin. I wiggled. I knew he would not want to hear any protests, so I let his hand softly caress my silky thigh. Up, up, as he leaned over closer to my body, and then his fingertip found my panties.

“Those have to come off, you know,” he murmured against my ear.

His hand moved a bit deeper and I lifted my bum up a bit off the seat, letting him pull them down my hips. He dropped the cloth napkin onto my lap, and grinned wickedly at me. I took a sip of my wine, smiling. All I could think of is that my panties would get stuck around my shoes and I’ll be sitting there at the bar lounge, looking somewhat elegant with my black thong dangling from my shoe!

But, I have to give Ben kudos for his swift maneuver of my panty removal, as he brushed the napkin off my lap and stooped down to retrieve it, pulling my thong down and off at the same time. Ben stood up, napkin in one hand, thong in the other, with a huge smile on his face, like he had won a prize.

I swallowed the last of my wine and said, “Let’s go, Houdini.” I paid the bill and pulled my pachmina around my shoulders. Taking Ben’s hand, we walked out of the lounge and headed back to the W.

Walking through the lobby of the W, we got into the elevator and my hotel card scanned the right floor. Ben, being so much taller than me, guided me back against the wall with a little force. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me up off my feet. My legs naturally opened and wrapped around his body. The urgency of his kiss left me breathless. His tongue invaded my mouth, licking and sucking at me. All too soon, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Ben carried me that way to our door. I got the card in the door lock and the door opened for us. The next thing I knew, I was against the wall at the entrance of the suite. Ben’s one hand left my ass and unzipped his pants. His hard cock was pulled out and smeared against my open wet pussy lips. I groaned.

“I will be hearing a lot of that this weekend,” Ben said quietly to me.

Pushing me against the wall, my legs around him, he nuzzled his cock head into my pouty lips. He watched my face and eyes. I bit my lip and tried to grind against him, but my body was wedged. My hands went into his thick graying hair and I pulled his face to mine, kissing his mouth deeply. I bit his lower lip and he thrust his hips, sliding his cock into my wet pussy. I gasped. Ben started to fuck me hard against the wall. The wet sounds filled the small entrance way along with our grunts and moans. Ben fucked me like he had been a starved man. His thick cock pounded and went deep, so deep, I felt him hit my cervix. His hands had moved back to my ass, holding me firmly in his large hands. His teeth bit my lip and he growled. I clenched my pussy around his cock, and Ben groaned louder.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, mister!” I ordered him. Ben stopped moving. He growled loudly.

“No! Not yet!” I hissed as I ground against him.

I could feel his cock, expanding and throbbing. He did not move. He watched me. The ‘Exchange of Power’ that we had often talked about was evident between us. My pussy clenched again, and I watched his eyes intently as I released my cum onto his throbbing cock. Ben leaned into me as he breathed heavily into my neck, kissing my neck softly. “So not fucking fair!” he said quietly in my ear.

I purred, “Thank you, babe”.

Then, I asked cheekily, “Do you think the neighbors heard us?”

Ben lifted my ass up a little bit and off of his cock. He lowered me to the floor, but I felt a little unsteady. I kicked off my high heels. As I moved into the sitting and bedroom area, I felt my cum dribble out of my pussy, making my thighs wet and slightly sticky. Ben watched me, and told me to sit on the sofa. I looked up at him, and asked why.

“Time for you to do some sucking!” came the reply quickly.

I smiled at Ben. Sitting in middle of the sofa I waited. I watched him remove his jacket and toss it onto the end of the sofa. He unbuckled his belt and trouser button, and lowered them to expose his cock that was still throbbing and engorged.

“Time to suck and clean me up, baby,” he said very quietly. He moved directly in front of me and held his cock in his hand. “Now,” he commanded.

I opened my mouth, and sucked his wet cum covered cock into my mouth. As I sucked and cleaned his cock, he dropped his pants into a puddle around his ankles. His cock began to harden even more, if that was possible. I started really getting into this blow job. Looking up at him, he was intently watching me. “Such a good slut,” he said to me.

Those words encouraged me to continue with gusto. I held his heavy balls in my left hand. Licking off my cum and now tasting the precum on his cock head, my tongue and lips explored and memorized Ben’s beautiful cock. I traced my tongue along his bigger vein and then slid my tongue over the ridge of his head. I moved my lips down his shaft to his base and continued along to his heavy hanging balls. I let go of his balls and whispered, “Thanks for shaving, baby.”

My mouth continued on her quest to memorize those sexy balls. Each one was thoroughly sucked, kissed, and licked with passion. With my hand on Ben’s shaft, I could feel the wetness of his precum that had slid down from his head. I looked up, and Ben’s face showed intense lust. That was all I needed to continue to tease and play with Ben’s beautiful cock. I then felt his hands go into my curls and pull at my head. I moved my mouth back onto his cock and began sucking and licking it harder and faster. Ben growled. Then, he started to face fuck me. His cock, hit the back of my mouth. I gagged. He grinned. I sucked. He thrust harder. I gagged. He grunted. I looked up at him, with my eyes full of tears and he smiled, and pushed harder. I relaxed my throat and felt the head of his cock enter my throat. I tried to swallow and the muscles contracted around his cock head. He thrust. I moaned. He fucked my face harder. I felt the tears running down my cheeks. The saliva in my mouth had nowhere to go, and it dribbled out of my mouth and down his balls. I could tell he was loving it, and getting closer to cumming. He pushed and thrust harder. This was truly a face fucking. The tears were streaming badly, but that just made Ben fuck my face harder.

Then he pulled his cock away, gripped it with such familiarity, and jerked hard. “Open your mouth,” he ordered breathlessly. I opened my mouth. He started to cum. He sprayed thick ropes of cum onto my face and on my dress. He missed my mouth, but hit my glasses. I watched his face go from the painful cumming look to the relaxed face.

He backed away, undoing his shirt, moving out of the puddle of pants. “Stay there,” he commanded. He moved to where he had put his bag earlier and pulled out his camera. Getting on his knees in front of me, he took a few photos. “My CumSlut,” he said, grinning at me.

“You know, we are going to have to go shopping for a new dress, right?” I said to Ben as I got up and started to pull it off. He chuckled.

Dropping our clothes on the floor, we made our way into the big shower stall in the bathroom. I turned on the water fairly warm and pulled Ben in with me. Slowly turning around, as Ben hugged me, we got all wet. In my head, I had pictured this moment many times, and here we finally were! Ben took the soap in his hand and started to caress my skin, washing me, teasing me. I leaned back and could feel his engorged cock against the top of my ass. I smiled to myself. Ben whispered, “I love touching your body. It’s exactly like how I imagined you.”

Like the new lovers we were, the soap went between us, washing, caressing and teasing each other. Then, Ben’s hand was on my shoulder, pushing my body forward. “Put your hands against the wall, hun,” he said to me. I did as instructed. My ass was in full view of Ben’s eyes.

He said, “I’ve never fucked a woman with a penguin tattoo before.”

I laughed and said, “We are not changing our story title to “Ben Fucked the Woman with the Penguin Tattoo” as it’s too close to that other title!”

He chuckled and I felt his soapy hands run up and down my back, slowly circling around my ass. I moved my legs apart. His fingertip slipped down my crack, and gently soaped my star hole. I pushed back slightly, and was rewarded with a growling, “Oh, yeah, my Slut,” from Ben.

Ben moved away slightly, so that he could view his finger sinking into my ass. I groaned. It had been a while since I had played anally. I felt his other hand caress my back. Soothingly cooing, waiting to feel my ass relax against his finger. I moved my hand off the wall to touch my pussy, but Ben said quickly, “Stop! Put your hand back on the wall!”

I complied.

“Good Slut,” he praised me.

I felt Ben’s finger move around, stirring. Then I felt another finger wiggle into my tight space. I groaned loudly. My pussy pulsed. I whispered, “Ben, more, please!”

Ben chuckled. “Oh, you are going to get more, baby, don’t worry.”

I felt his thick cock rub down my ass crack and slide against my pussy lips. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I held my breath. He brought his cock head against my ass hole and he pressed against me. I pushed back and felt him enter me. I gasped. Ben gasped. “Fuck, Sandie, you’re so tight!” he ground out. Ben slowly sunk his cock into my ass. Slowly, he pulled back, and then slowly started to fuck my ass. I whimpered as my ass stretched to accommodate his girth.

Ben began to fuck my ass in a harder, more urgent, rhythm. His balls slapped against my pussy. He reached around and curled his long middle finger into my pussy. Ben whispered into my ear, “Baby, you are so fucking wet!! You like my cock in your ass?”

I grunted.

I pushed back against his cock as my answer to his question.

Ben’s hand went into my curls and pulled my head back. He asked again louder, “You love my cock in your ass, Slut?”

I grunted again.

Ben pulled my hair harder and growled quietly, “Answer me, Sandie!”

“Yes! Yes, I love how your cock feels in my ass,” I said.

His pace picked up at my words. His finger curled up and rubbed my g-spot harder. I loved having both my holes assaulted by him. Ben’s cock started to really pound my ass. I could feel my orgasm rising. I grunted, “Fuck me!” as I came all over his fingers.

I felt his cock thicken and I knew he was getting closer to cumming. His hands moved and grabbed my hips roughly and demandingly. He thrust harder and faster, owning my ass. Then, Ben groaned very loudly as he stopped moving and he pulled his cock out of my ass, letting his cum erupt all over in my ass and tattoo in hard throbs.

He leaned down on my back. I felt his lips on my shoulder and slide up my neck. I smiled to myself again and pushed away from the wall. I turned to him with a big smile on my face. I took the soap and I started to wash up his beautiful sexy engorged cock.

“My dirty CumSlut,” Ben said with breathless pride.

I smiled at him. “Yes, Your CumSlut,” I repeated.

After washing us up and rinsing off, I turned off the shower and wrapped Ben in a towel. Wrapping one around myself, I moved into the bedroom and dialed room service to bring up some bottled water, a plate of sandwiches and a thermos of tea. I felt Ben’s arms go around my waist as he pulled me against him. His lips found my neck and he nuzzled me again.

Time spent with Ben, while we ate on the sofa, was easy, like we had done this many, many times before. But I was surprised how often he would steal a kiss; on my lips as I was chewing, my temple, my shoulder. I started to wonder if he had a romantic streak, not just a dom-streak. As that thought finished in my head, he stood up and quietly said, “I need more of you.”

Ben leaned over and lifted me up, I laughed, and he carried me over to our bed, dropping my towel along the way. As he laid me down on the bed, we passionately kissed as his hands explored down my body and across my stomach. I knew that he had been waiting a long time to taste me, to play with me and to make me cum for him, in real life. This was his turn to explore, as his lips and tongue planted kisses and licks all down along my neck and shoulders, making me shiver.

Further down my body, Ben’s mouth explored, tasting my breasts, flicking, then tugging at my hard long pink nipples. Those pink buds had been so hard and erect all evening. He moved down, taking his time kissing every inch of my softly curved belly and the bare smooth mound before my treasure. My lips were swollen and glistening with desire.

Ben parted my thighs and pushed my knees back. His mouth could not wait moment longer. His tongue came out, and softly licked at my pussy lips. Ben groaned. His tongue searched out the soft walls, my hard nub; feeling and tasting the wetness of my pussy.

His fingers joined in the exploration, searching every fold, pulling open and exposing my pussy in all its glorious wetness. I softly groaned at his demanding mouth and fingers. I held my breath. Ben curled his finger up and felt for my g-spot again. He looked up at me and caught me watching him. Fuck! It was such a perfect picture of Ben’s face in my pussy. His eyes never left my eyes, except to notice that I was biting my bottom lip in obvious excitement. With his mouth still playing on my pussy, he moved his finger softly and slowly against that glorious spot. My breathing changed. He was so intent on all of my responses. This Ben was different than the Ben I had just played with en-route to our bed. His fingers coaxed at my pussy – cum out to play. His mouth never left my pussy and he could feel and taste the little pulses that he was rewarded with. His fingers moved a bit faster. My hips responded, moving against his rhythm.

I closed my eyes. My back started to arch, my breasts pushing up into the air and my nipples so hard. I groaned “Hunnnnn ……..” And then he tasted and felt my orgasm on his tongue and fingers. My juices came hard and gushed. He kept his mouth right there, loving the taste and feel of my orgasm. He was hardly moving, letting me enjoy the rush. Then he softly kissed my pussy as my body relaxed and the juices slowed down.

He moved his large body on top of me, pinning me under his weight. My hands moved up from his hips, up his back. Finally, to feel Ben on me, was glorious! I could tell his cock was in need of being inside me. His thick cock was pressed hard against my stomach. He could not wait much longer and he groaned out his desire. I felt his energy, his need and I needed more too. Kneeling a bit back between my open wet thighs, he teasingly moved the tip of his hard cock all over my wet and pouty lips.

That earned Ben a low moan from me. I watched him intently. Eyes caught and held. He quickly slid inside my wet, needy pussy. Stopping, our heat surged and merged. My pussy pulsed, clenching and kissing his hardness. He did not move. I kissed him urgently and deeply. Our mouths were thirsty and hungry. I moved slowly beneath him, slowly stirring my hips against him. He broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes. I felt lost in his eyes. My pussy tightened around his thickness. He groaned and kissed me hard again. “Fuck, baby, this is better than anything I could have imagined,” he whispered against my lips. “I almost don’t want to move, the feeling of being inside you is like heaven.”

He could not help but slowly move, from being deep inside me, to pulling almost out, dragging his cock over my g-spot. Then Ben sunk his cock back into my wet pussy, returning again and again. My hips moved with him. My hands pulled at him, pulling him closer into me. The sound of my very wet pussy was wonderfully erotic and sexy. I whispered how much I had wanted to make love with him. Ben picked up the pace, moving harder into me.

“Yes!! Don’t stop.” I hoarsely whispered into his ear. “Fuckkkkk!” I groaned out loud as my orgasm burst onto his thick cock, washing him with my gushing wetness.

Ben kissed me. I was breathless. He slowed down his pace and smiled again at me.

Having caught my breath, Ben resumed his loving assault on my pussy. Kissing, licking and biting softly as we made love. I had never felt this connection with anyone before. It was as if there was no beginning nor ending between us. His cock lovingly moved against the walls of my increasingly swollen pussy. He was going to pull another orgasm out of me at this pace. I writhed beneath him. His hands enclosed around mine, holding me tight against the mattress. His hips fucked me deeper and faster. I struggled against his weight and he never let up, as finally I released another orgasm onto his thick throbbing cock. Ben ground hard against me as my pulses slowed down and he kissed me deeply. He groaned into my mouth that he was going to cum. I kept kissing him as I felt his cock throb. “Cum in me, Ben, please!” I groaned against his mouth.

Finally, his cum mixed with mine. His cock spurted out cum in long hard pulsing streams. My pussy clenched around his thickness, drinking in each spurt of cum. I felt Ben relax his body on top of me. I loved his weight pinning me down. I kissed his mouth softly and said with affection, “My Romantic Dom.”

Ben gave a chuckle. He rolled off of me, though kept one of his long legs on mine in a possessive gesture. Propped up on his elbow, he looked at me with a grin. “It’s not always about the force, the demand, or the urgency. Our passion connects us, you My CumSlut; me, Your Man,” he said quietly. I looked at him in adoration.

I had imagined before, how this may have played out, but the reality was so much more sweeter and better than that image. We snuggled against each other in our bed, as if we had done this a million times. One hand caressing skin, one foot found a comfort against the other’s, and the distinct quiet sound of an ongoing passion that had been satiated, for the moment.

“You know, there is a lot more of playing to do this weekend, hun,” he whispered.

My pussy pulsed.

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