Fucking A Milf

Last summer I landed a job at a hotel in Eastbourne covering room service for the night shift. It was a real cushy number: I started at ten and finished at eight the next morning and basically all I had to do was sit and wait for the phone to ring, but it never did because all the people staying were so old they were all tucked up in bed by half-past ten.

The only time I had been disturbed had been on my first night when some old dear thought she was having a heart attack that turned out be a bad case of wind.

Anyway, this particular night there was a bunch of American tourists staying; you know the type, all flash cameras and ‘have a nice day’, but they had had a long jour¬ney so I thought I should be in for another quiet night. No such luck. The phone rang at one in the morning and this woman with an American accent wanted me to bring up a bottle of champagne. I tried to tell her that the bar was closed but she offered me a big tip if I opened it for her, so off I went.

I was feeling pretty pissed off about this because I had been watching a film about lap dancers and had my cock in my hand when she called so I wanted to be as quick as possible, get back downstairs and finish my five-knuckle shuffle.

With the champagne in one hand I knocked on the door and called out, Room service.’
‘Come on in, honey, it’s not locked,’ came the reply so I pushed open the door and walked in. On the bed was this big fat bloke snoring his head off with just his boxer shorts on.

‘Well, come on then, honey, I’m dying of thirst out here,’ came the same voice from the balcony. I couldn’t see clearly because the curtains were blowing in and out of the open balcony door so I walked over and pushed them aside. Standing there was the American woman with her back to me. She was wearing a bathrobe and her long, blonde hair was being gently blown around by the night breeze.

‘Your champagne, madam, I said but I almost dropped the bottle as she turned round and I saw her bathrobe was hang¬ing open. She must have been in her late thirties but what a body — a twenty-year-old would have been proud of it. She had a huge pair of tits, which were probably implants, but looking at them I didn’t care: they were big and firm with nipples like pink corks. She didn’t have any panties on and although it was quite dark I could see that she had a shaved pussy.

What’s the matter, honey, cat got your tongue?’ she said as I realised I was just looking at her tits. ‘Do you like them? They were a birthday gift from him-’ she said, nodding at the fat bloke still snoring on the bed.

‘Err… very nice,’ I said, suddenly feeling myself growing downstairs. ‘Would you like me to open the bottle for you?’ I asked, desperately trying to stop staring at those massive tits.

‘You know,’ she went on, ‘tonight was my wedding anniversary but my loving husband has had one Jack Daniel’s too many. So why don’t you go ahead and pop that cork, honey? I could sure use a drink.’
Not one to argue I took the bottle in my hand, uncoiled the wire and eased the cork out, only letting the smallest amount of fizz escape.

‘Would you like me to pour?’ I asked looking back into the room to see if her fat husband was still asleep.

Til just take the bottle, cutie,’ she replied and walked over to me with her bathrobe opening wider as she came and took the bottle. Now I have had my fair share of birds over the years but I’ve only ever seen talent like this in porn films and top-quality porn films at that. She was only a couple of inches away from me now as she held the bottle to her pouting lips and began to suck away. The bubbly fizzed up and spilled over her chin, down on to her tits, making them glisten.

‘Oh, my,’ she said and looked right into my eyes. Tm all wet, what a dirty little girl I am. Would you help clean me up? I’ll give you a big tip although I see you already have one.’

And with that she reached out her hand and started to rub at my cock, which was now standing proud through my trousers. Well, you don’t have to ask me twice so with the fat bloke still snoring his head off I leaned forward and began to lick the champagne off her huge tits. They were amazing — firm and with the taste of the champagne. I thought I’d died and gone t( heaven. She began to groan as I sucked hard on her stiff nipples and moved my hands round the back of her bathrobe, cupping the cheeks of her arse.

‘Suck those tits, boy, suck ‘em hard.’ She gasped as she moved her fingers like an expert and unzipped me, pulling my cock free in a matter of seconds. ‘Oh, yeah, baby, that’s what I lik to see,’ she said as her fingers took hold in a vice-like grip and began to wank hard on my stiff cock.

I couldn’t believe my luck, this bir was gorgeous and obviously in de: perate need of a good, hard shafting was a bit worried about her old ma waking up so I thought it best not hang around too long. She must ha been thinking the same thing becaua suddenly she pulled away from me an slid off her bathrobe. Then she turne around and grabbed hold of the ba cony rail, pushing her arse outwards and looking back at me over her shoulder. ‘Come on then, honey, show me what you English boys are made of.’

I was up her like a rabbit. First of all I grabbed hold of her bum and pulled the cheeks apart, exposing her bald fanny, then I guided my knob between her cunt lips and pushed my whole eight inches deep inside her moist pussy. She let out a pleasured yelp as I filled her up, lifting her feet slightly off the floor as I pushed into her. ‘Fuck me, honey, fuck me,’ she panted as I started to thrust in and out of her soaking cunt. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure as I gave her the old back scuttle with all my strength. She just loved a big, hard cock inside her and by the way she was sucking and pulling me with her pussy muscles I could tell she’d had lots of practice. ‘Oh, my God,’ she said again and again as I took her to an orgasm that seemed to last for ages. She came hard and long, bucking her arse wildly as her come juices ran down my balls.

I knew it was only a matter of seconds before my cock would explode with spunk, filling her love hole, but she must have sensed this because before I could shoot my load she pulled away, turned round and took my dick in her mouth. I have never had a blowjob like in my life; she had my entire length, down to my aching balls, stuffed into her mouth. Her hands had locked themselves hard on to my arse as she pulled me deeper into her throat. I don’t know how she managed to eat my cock and breathe at the same time but to be honest I was enjoying myself far too much to care as I reached under and filled my hand with one of her massive tits.

She was still sucking away like a mad¬woman as I stretched my other hand over her silky-smooth back until I found the crack of her arse. I pushed my finger down and then slid it into her arsehole right up to the knuckle. She managed a little squea. through her cock-filled mouth and that was it: with my finger buried deep inside her arse, my balls began to twitch violently as they shot my hot cream into the back of her throat.

‘Fuck, yes!’ I said as she drank my spunk like it was the champagne. It felt like I was never going to stop but she just carried on sucking until every last drop of come had been gratefully swallowed. Slowly she let my cock drop out of her mouth and looked up at me with the eyes of a woman well and truly satisfied. The fat American was still snoring away as his wife tipped me twenty quid and asked if I was working the following night. As I left the room I promised to put another bottle of champagne on ice and of course a bot¬tle of Jack Daniel’s for her husband.

I did go back the next night, and the night after that, but that’s another story…