30 Hot Milf Erotica Porn Stories

by Pamela Cougars

  “Play with your nipples.”

  Alicia pinched and tugged at them with her fingers, tracing circles around them, moaning and rubbing her thighs together. Her desire only became more feverish when he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it up and down while watching her breasts, her face, her thighs. He bid her get back down on her knees and she did, crouching on the floor in front of him.

  “Alicia,” he said, “You’re going to call me ‘daddy’ from now on. Even in front of the patients.”

  She nodded, lost in lust. She would call him anything he wanted.

  “Now suck my cock and play with your pussy. Do not cum. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, daddy,” she whispered, wrapping her lips around his cock again, bobbing her head up and down. She sucked him hard, suctioning her cheeks around him, rubbing her clit with two fingers. He put his hands on the back of her head and began to lift his hips into her mouth, pushing into her throat so that she gagged. She quickly got used to the sensation, playing with her pussy hard as he fucked her face. And then she came, dripping all over her hand, soaking her thighs and the carpet below her as she thrashed around, moaning around his cock.

  That brought him over the edge. He told her to put her hands behind her back and then came in her mouth, spilling on her tongue in hot gushes. She swallowed his cum, looking into his eyes.

  For a moment, all was quiet. He was looking at her, trying to catch his breath. When he calmed, he clicked his tongue at her.

  “I was going to fuck you tonight.”

  “I told you not to cum.”

  It was what she wanted more than anything, to feel him inside of her, to clench her pussy around him while he pounded into her hips.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “Not tonight, Alicia.”

  ***

  He was withholding the next three days. They simply went about their business, seeing patients, cleaning and locking up at the end of the night. He would say “hello,” and “goodbye” and tell her what to do around the exam room, but otherwise kept to himself. The sole exception was the first time she called him “daddy” in front of a patient. The man was tall and lanky with what seemed to be disproportionately long arms and red hair. He was in for a broken arm. It was the first time a patient had told her what had happened—he’d been inside someone’s house, ransacking the place, when the owner came home and he’d been forced to jump from a second-story window.

  “You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck,” Xavier said. “Alicia, get me one of those Ace bandages. Second shelf on the right.”

  “Yes, daddy,” she said, and an amused smile flickered over his face. The patient laughed and raised his eyebrows.

  “What you been doing to get her to say that, doc?” he asked. “You must be treating her right.”

  Alicia blushed, avoiding the man’s eye while she handed Xavier the bandage. She got used to it, though, getting a little thrill every time she said it, every time a patient raised his or her eyebrows or made a comment or laughed.

  At the end of day two, he did touch her. They were about to walk out when he turned to her, tilting her face to his, and brushed his mouth lightly over her own.

  “If only you had obeyed me,” he said, nipping at her lip, his hands traveling along her waist, over her hips and to her thighs. He lifted her skirt slightly, squeezing the flesh there, before letting her go and backing away. They got into their cars without another word, Alicia kicking herself for having not listened to him.

  ***

  Alicia showed up two days later in her shortest dress and most provocative dress. She wore absolutely nothing underneath; she was going to tease him the way he teased her, drive him into a frenzy so that he would have no choice but to touch her. She was tired of waiting. Her body had been strung tight and frustrated for days and though she relieved herself frequently, it did her no good. She needed his touch, not her own.

  She felt him watching her as she prepared the exam room. Alicia made sure to bend over in front of him, revealing the bottom of her bare ass and a glimpse of her glistening, wet pussy.

  He chuckled behind her and she turned. There was amusement on his face, his eyes dancing, his eyebrows lifted above a playful smile.

  “Filthy girl,” he said, then made a twirling motion with his finger. “Go on.”

  She continued her cleaning while he watched. The doorbell rang and she glanced back at him. He was frozen in the doorway, his eyes hot and hungry.

  “You gonna get that?” she asked, satisfied. He shook his head clear and grinned at her.

  “You’re going to regret this,” he warned, then turned to get the door.

  The evening passed slowly. Alicia would catch Xavier watching her, his eyes narrowed, lips parted as if he were about to speak but couldn’t think of what to say. Between patients, he was quiet, rearranging the exam room, sipping coffee or reading the newspaper. It wasn’t a busy night; they only had four patients. It was driving Alicia crazy to wait for him to lock up, to wait to find out what he would do, if he would touch her.

  He twisted shut the blinds, silent, and then turned to her. He ran a hand through his hair and grinned wickedly at her.

  “Did you enjoy playing the tease tonight?”

  She nodded, smiling. He prowled toward and around her, his fingers slowly unzipping her dress, his lips close to her ear.

  “It’s cute how you pretend you’re in control.”

  She shivered when he pressed a kiss at the nape of her neck and tugged her dress down over her hips, leaving her completely bare. He kissed her again on the shoulder, running his hands over her thighs, her hips, her waist, bringing them to her breasts to tease her hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers. Alicia moaned and he brought a hand up, twining it into her hair, and tugged her head back so that her throat was exposed. He tilted his head down and licked it from bottom to top, his warm breath tickling her skin.

  “You lost that control the minute you met me, Alicia,” he laughed, bringing his lips to hers, kissing her with deliberate slowness and heat. Her neck was aching, her scalp sore, and still she was lost in his mouth when his tongue caressed hers. Xavier yanked her back even further, supporting her waist with his free arm as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple, tugging on it with his teeth. His bite made her whimper with pain, made her legs so weak that she would have fallen backwards had he not been holding onto her. He switched to the other breast, mimicking his pattern, biting her until her nipples were swollen and red at the tips. There was to be nothing gentle about this night. He was going to ravage her. The thought made her tremble with anticipation and lust.

  He released his grip on her hair and allowed her to stand upright, then turned her body to his and kissed her fervently while unfastening his belt.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, breathing against her lips. “Would you like that?”

  She nodded, kissing him, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, nimble fingers. When he was naked, she dropped to her knees, wanting so badly to pleasure him, to take him into her mouth. His thick cock stood at attention in front of her face, and she moaned when she wrapped her lips around it and pushed him down her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried not to gag as she brought him in and out, playing with his cock with her tongue, using one hand to massage his balls. He ordered her to put her hands behind her back and she did, clasping them together, using only her mouth to sate him. He put his hands on the back of her head and guided her back and forth, face-fucking her, using her mouth to satisfy himself. Alicia wanted so badly to rub her pussy but she dared not do it without his permission. She couldn’t risk him stopping or leaving, not before he stretched and filled her pussy with his cock.

  Xavier sped up, thrust in twice more until he began to cum on the back of her tongue, his body frozen as he gushed in her mouth. When he pulled out, she swallowed his seed and licked her lips, looking up at him, awaiting his instructio
n.

  “Get up,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “Go sit on the exam table.”

  She did as he said, lifting her body onto the table. He dragged a chair in front of her and sat down.

  “Now show me how you like to be touched.”

  Alicia spread her legs, blushing. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before. She felt vulnerable and shy. Xavier was watching her face, smiling.

  “Be a good girl,” he coaxed. “Rub your pretty pussy for me.”

  She tentatively touched her fingers between her legs, rubbing the tips over her clit in a circle, parting them to straddle the sides of it as she rubbed up and down. The more she touched, the more comfortable she became, until she wasn’t thinking about it at all. She was tracing down her slit with one finger, parting the lips for him, burying two fingers in her pussy and curving them upward to hit the most sensitive spot deep inside of her.

  “Do that again,” he said when she rubbed her clit with the pad of her thumb. She repeated it for him and he leaned forward, mimicking the motion with his tongue.

  “Like that?”

  Alicia was breathless. She only nodded at him and he continued, repeating the motion, twirling his tongue in circles around her clit before lapping at it in firm strokes. He did everything that she’d shown him and more, putting her lips over her and vibrating them over her skin, sucking on her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He knelt down before her, wrapping her legs over his shoulders, held her hips to the table so that she couldn’t squirm away from him. Alicia put her hands on the back of his head and humped against his face, her legs shaking, but he pulled away before she could cum. He grinned at her, reached up to pinch and twist her nipples, sending delicious pain down her body, cooling her off. When he was satisfied and sure she wouldn’t cum right away, he began eating her again, slipping two fingers into her pussy, curving them up and forward to hit the sweet spot. Again, she tried to cum on his face. Again, he denied her, pulling back, licking and biting at her thighs.

  He lifted his body, climbing over her to kiss her mouth, to spread her flavor over her lips. She licked him clean, reaching down to clamp her hand around his cock, which was hard again and throbbing against her palm. Alicia tried to guide it inside of her but he stopped her hands, pinning them above her head on the table. She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. So ready. She was so ready to take him, desperate for it.

  “Do you want my cock, princess? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  She nodded and he shifted to pin both her wrists with one large hand, bringing the other to her face to slap her lightly across the cheek.

  She corrected herself immediately. “Yes, daddy,” she panted.

  “Mm,” he said, “Good girl.”

  Alicia gasped when he pressed the head of his cock inside her and filled her in shallow, progressive strokes. She stretched more with every push, every thrust filling her up until he was buried inside of her, his cock so deep that she could feel him in her gut. He groaned, fucking her slow but hard, slamming into her in a deliberate rhythm. Every push knocked the wind out of her and she was gasping for breath, gasping his name, her hands struggling to free themselves from his grasp so that she could pull him in faster. He held her tight, biting into her neck, moving at an agonizing pace. His free hand was holding her hips still, too, so that she couldn’t arch to meet his thrusts. He looked her in the eye and grinned, grinding into her, toying with her body.

  “Tell daddy what you want, princess. Say it out loud.”

  “I want more,” she moaned, her voice high and breathless. “Faster. Please.”

  Xavier sped up gradually, thrusting his hips upward to hit her g-spot. He began to truly fuck her then, letting go of her hands so that he could hold her knees apart. Alicia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to ravage his mouth with hers. He took one of her hands and placed it between her legs, instructing her to rub her clit while he pounded away. Her hips began to buck against his and she started to tremble, so close to release.

  And he pulled out of her. Grasped her hand in his and pulled it from between her legs. He smacked her pussy gently with the flat of his fingers, sharp enough to push back her orgasm. Alicia moaned and writhed and pleaded, but he refused to give in, instead laughing at her cries.

  “I told you that you would regret being a tease,” he said. “Now, who’s in control?”

  “You are,” she said immediately, her voice cracked with frustration. “You’re in control. Please. Please.”

  “Mm,” he said quietly in her ear. “I like it when you beg.”

  She responded with a whimper. Xavier then pulled her down off the table by the legs and flipped her over so that her ass was in the air. He wasted no time in pushing into her, filling her once more, his cock hitting hard and deep and exquisitely painful. He grabbed her hair at the scalp and tugged her head back, pinning her hands behind her back with his free hand. He used her body as leverage and pounded her so hard that she couldn’t even moan. The only sounds in the room was their ragged breathing mixed with the sound of his hips smacking against her ass. Her arms and her neck were sore already, but the pain somehow added to the experience. He allowed her to arch backward to meet his thrusts and she was gritting her teeth, trying not to scream, trying not to give him the satisfaction of halting her orgasm. She fought it back, knowing that he would pull away anyway, bit her lip so hard it bled.

  When he pulled out and let go of her, she couldn’t help but let out a sob of desperation. She was so close. So, so close. Alicia kept whispering please over and over, begging him.

  “I’ll be good,” she said, the words pouring out of her. “I need to cum, daddy. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll obey. Please, please, please.”

  Her pussy was soaked and swollen and throbbing with need. Cruelly, he slipped inside of her once more, pumping in and out a few times, his hips slow and teasing. Then he climbed on the table himself, pulling her on top of him. She eagerly settled down on his cock and began to ride, losing herself, using his body to please hers. She jerked her hips against his over and over, rocking back and forth, bouncing him deep inside of her while rubbing her clit. He reached up to pinch her nipples, then pulled her face down to his.

  “Cum, princess,” he said against her lips. “Cum for me.”

  She wasted no time. Her climax ripped through her body, nearly propelling her up and off his cock with the force of it. He held her hips and lifted his against them, riding her out while she came, sending another orgasm through her body, then another. She was moaning high and loud, out of control, lost in her pleasure, clawing at his chest with her nails. Alicia felt like she had shattered, like she had been split in half. She fell against his body then, kissing him ravenously. He responded in the same way, bouncing up inside of her, holding her hips still when he came, his body shaking underneath her.

  They laid still for a moment, both panting, both completely spent. He stroked her spine with his fingertips, kissing the top of her head.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Good,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip. “Better than good.”

  He grinned, lifted her off of him, stood up and got them both a glass of water. She liked the look of him naked, all slim muscle, the hair on his chest a new, curly grey.

  “So,” she said, taking a sip from the glass. “Have I earned a full-time position?”

  He climbed on top of her and she wrapped her hands around his soft cock, teasing and toying with it until he was half-hard in her palm again. She wanted more. And more and more. He gazed at her with a smile on his face, tilting his head down to capture her lips between his.

  “I think we could work something out,” he said, as he finally stiffened fully against her fingers. She guided him inside of her, grinding slowly up against his hips. He laughed, beginning to fuck her in lazy strokes.

  “Greedy girl.”

  Story 24

  She was lost again! Cassie paused at the junction
of a long hallway, her eyes darting left and right. Which way were the elevators? Left? Right? Straight ahead?

  The entire building made her feel like she’d been somehow dumped into a maze. She got lost easily and often and she hoped that would eventually pass as she familiarized herself with the place. It had only been a week, she consoled herself, surely everyone who ever started to work there had the same experience with the place.

  That might be true but she knew that tardiness was inexcusable, especially when it came to meetings that her boss, Carl Marks, absolutely had to be present for, and her heart skipped a few beats if she wondered if today would be the day she was fired, and all because she couldn’t seem to manage to find her way to the stupid elevators!

  The file in her hand rustled, a not-so-silent indictment. She had to hurry. The meeting was in just a few minutes and she still had to get back to Mr. Marks’s office and deliver the file plus gather her thoughts so she could do her job in the meeting.