by Lorenzo Mier
I moved up and simply slid my cock into her very wet pussy. She wrapped her stocking legs around me and pulled me in deeper. I kissed her hard as my cock penetrated her as deep as heavenly possible. Unlike many younger girls I had fucked who barely moved during sex, Mrs. O'Conner was verbal and active. She broke my kiss and said, "Harder Darian, fuck the shit out of me. Make me cum again."
Obeying, I flipped her onto her knees and penetrated her from behind. She toyed, "That's it stud, hammer your teacher." She bounced back on my black cock, meeting each of my thrusts, taking my entire cock in her pussy.
Taking a risk, I pulled out and said, "Mrs. O'Conner, beg for my black cock."
She whimpered and said, "Oh please Darian, fuck me like a whore. Make me cum baby. I need to cum so bad."
I slid back inside her drilling her as deep as I could. "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm cumming, "she screamed. I kept pumping until her orgasm subsided, and she turned around and took my cock back in her mouth. After a couple minutes of expert sucking she stopped and said, "Ready for more white pussy stud?
My cock answered with a solid salute as she had me sit on the couch and then straddled me slowly taking my cock deep in her pussy. I couldn't believe how amazingly tight her pussy was in this position. Her flexibility was also something to be memorized by. She moaned as she moved up and down on my cock. No coed had ever been so animated and so thrilling. I was hooked on my older teacher.
Her tight cunt, squeezing my cock, was too much as I warned, "I'm going to cum soon."
My ex-teacher quickly dropped to her knees and took my black cock back in her mouth. She ravished my erection and swallowed my second load down her throat. She kept my cock in her mouth until it started to shrivel. She then got up and said, "That was amazing Damian. I so needed that."
"You were amazing too. I have never had anyone do what you did to me," I admitted.
She smiled and said, "Well Darian, my ex-husband has the k**s every second weekend, so if you ever need to release some stress give me a call." She then stood up, went to a table and gave me her card.
Anyways, as mentioned, that was the turning point of my sex life. The rest of the summer, O'Conner, and I fucked many times. It was around then that a revelation occurred to me. That was by far the best sex I had ever had. I wondered if other white older woman were as eager to please. My quest, ever since, is to seduce older white women.
The following summer I fucked Candice O'Conner, or should I say, Candice Simmons, the morning before she got married. She insisted that would be the last time, but then during spring break and with much more experience with other MILFS (I will share another time) I decided to return to my first one more time.
I was at a pub with the boys catching up and after they headed out to their respective ladies at 10:30, I called my now married old teacher.
She answered her cell and whispered, "Darian, what do you want?"
I responded, "You," I responded matter-of factly.
Still whispering she said, "I told you the last time would be our last, I am married now."
I chuckled and said, "Tell you what Mrs. Simmons. If you really believe that fine, I will never call you again. But if you ever want to feel my black cock in your pussy again, I expect you to be at McClaren's Pub in 30 minutes," I paused before finishing "and dress to please." Before she could respond, I hung up and waited.
Twenty minutes later, as expected, Candice arrived at the bar in a red cocktail dress, black stockings and clearly pregnant. I quickly pondered if it was mine, but I had not seen her in over 9 months so I was safe. She walked up to me and I said, "Well today is just full of surprises."
She sat down and said, "Darian, we can't do this anymore."
I smiled and said, "If that is true, why are you here dressed to please me?"
She looked at me and said, "I-I."
"I have never fucked a pregnant woman before," I said, my hand now on her leg. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"No, yes, oh Darian," she broke down.
I decided then that I wanted to dominate her. I had learned many older women were submissive and I had a hunch she was too. I gave her a hug and said, "Candice, if you don't want me, that is ok, you can go; if you do, I am going to dominate you completely."
She looked at me slightly surprised, "What do you mean?"
"I will treat you like a complete whore. I will release all your stress by taking away all your inhibitions," I explained as my hand went under her dress.
"I," she began.
"You must commit to obey everything I say today. Without question," I stressed as my finger slid into her pussy. She opened her legs for me to have easier access as I continued, "Do you want to submit to me?"
"Yes," she said clearly.
"Completely," I asked sternly, my finger now slowly moving in and out of her pussy.
"Yes," she responded. "Fuck me."
Colin, a buddy of mine and a bartender here came over and asked if we needed a drink. I smiled and said, "No, I think it's time for me to go and fuck my pregnant little slut here." He smirked as Candice put her head down. I continued, "Candice, Mrs. Simmons, please tell by buddy Colin here what you want me to do to your pregnant married body."
Candice looked at me humiliated. "Answer now if you want my cock in you slut."
She whispered, "I want you to fuck me."
"But you are married?"
"I know," she almost inaudibly responded.
"And your pregnant?"
"I know," barely escaped her lips.
"How many months?" I asked.
"Seven."
"Where is my finger right now?"
"In my cunt," she replied.
I moved my finger inside, searching for her g-spot, after a few seconds, she yelped as I found it. "Cum for me baby," I said as I rubbed her clit as I put pressure on her g-spot.
Unable to control herself she had an orgasm from my finger letting out a clear orgasmic scream. The ten or twelve people still in the pub looked over and I said to my pregnant little slut, "Fuck you're a horny little slut."
Colin sauntered off shaking his head as I continued, "Did you see that blonde over there shaking her head at you."
"Yes," she replied trying to regain their composure.
"Walk over there and tell her that you are my whore and she should stop being a judgmental bitch."
"But," she began.
"No buts slut. I own you tonight. If I tell you to eat her pussy you will understood?"
She looked at me defeated but replied, "Yes."
"Good, now get your ass over there."
I watched her go over to the chubby, but pretty, 40 something lady. The discussion was short and my little slut returned. The woman watched my slave return, her face red with anger.
"What did you say to her?" I asked.
"I told her that you were my master and I was your slave and that she had no right to judge me as I was just obeying my master's commands. "
"I see," I replied, "Let's get going I still have a lot planned for you tonight."
"OK," she said and followed me as I went directly back to the blonde.
I smiled at the blonde and said, "You wish you were my slave don't you?"
"Excuse me?" she responded shocked.
"You want my cock, I can tell," I said, as I wrote my cell phone number on a napkin and handed it to her. "Here is my number, call me when you are ready to be pleased by me."
I then grabbed Mrs. Simmons by the hand and walked out of the pub.
We went back to my car and as soon as I started driving I demanded, "Teach, suck me while I drive."
Although she again gave a sceptical look, she leaned forward and pulled out my cock. She took it in my mouth as I drove. Deciding I was hungry and to humiliate my little milf again, I went into a drive through. As we idled, she attempted to look up and I said, "Keep eating my meat baby, I am just going to order myself some meat."
She paused on my cock as she processed this information, but t
hen went back to savouring my stiff cock. I ordered my food and when I reached the pay window I was greeted by a guy who gasped as he saw a head bobbing up and down on my cock. I said, "Slave say hi to," I paused to read his nametag, "Mark."
She looked up and said, "Hi Mark," and then went back to sucking my stiff erection.
I paid Mark, got my food and drove a few blocks to Colin's condo. I parked the car and being close to an orgasm, I just leaned back and watched my little slut suck until I shot my cum in her mouth. We then went up to the condo and after a quick bite to eat, I laid her on the couch and went between her legs. I licked her pussy and she orgasmed in only a couple minutes, I looked up, her juice on my face, and asked, "Horny are we?"
Out of breathe she responded, "I can't help it, this pregnancy has made me even hornier. Plus I can't explain it but the way you treated me tonight is such a turn on."
The next hour was a sex marathon as I ate her out again, she sucked my black cock again and I fucked her pussy forever. Watching her on all fours, her seven month pregnant belly in plain view was such a turn-on. I came a second time in her pussy eventually and then we headed back to the pub. I dropped her off at her car and said, "Are you happy you came to meet me?"
"Yes," she replied, "But I feel awful cheating on my husband."
I shrugged and said, "You were fucking me before you were fucking him sweetheart."
"I know," she said, her hand on her pregnant belly, "But I am about to have a c***d."
"Well Candice, if you need some loving, I am in town all summer." I gave her a passionate kiss and then headed to my car.
As she drove away, I smirked, thinking I would have her again and again and then a lightbulb went off; she is seven months pregnant not nine, that would mean the baby was conceived in the summer...it could be mine. Guess we know for sure if it's black.
Women Cheat Too
Don't get me wrong. I don't want you to read this thinking I go cheating on my husband every time his back's turned. What happened between Phil and I last month was the first time I'd been with a man other than Kyle since we'd been married five years ago. It's not - as you're thinking - that Kyle is a bad lover. He's great in bed. He pleases me whenever I want pleased, and it makes me want to do the same for him.
So why sleep with another guy? It's like that stupid shampoo commercial says, "She's got the urge!" Plain and simple. Sometimes, when you've been with the same person for a few years, you suddenly start to realize that the world is still full of people you find attractive. It didn't really end when you found The One. One day, some cute guy sitting across from you on the subway smiles appreciatively, and you feel blood in your cheeks - that's when it hits you. So you go on being flattered and being demure, then you find that you're the one sitting across from a cute guy on the subway smiling appreciatively. It happens. And it doesn't mean you suddenly don't love the guy you married, or that you don't find him attractive. It just means that your body is saying, "Hey! Welcome back!"
Well, there's that. To say, in all your married life, you've never looked twice at anybody else, makes you a liar or a saint. Unless the Catholic Church arrives on your doorstep to canonize you one day, you're probably the former. I'm neither. I'm always seeing guys I think are cute, and girls I think are hot, but that's pretty much the extent of it. It's not like I was on the prowl. Like I said, I'm happily married, good sex life, all of that stuff. What happened with Phil was one of those crazy everything-came-together-at-the-same-time moments. It was the booze; Vegas in September; good company; opportunity; big, empty hotel room. You know. D - all of the above.
I was there for the annual sales meeting. It was the third time in as many years I'd been there, and I always had a great time. The first year, Kyle moped around the house, pouting like a baby when I told him, and basically didn't talk to me for a couple of days until I found out he was jealous of other guys hitting on me. I had to call him every night of my stay. He's not like that by nature, and by the time the next trip came along he was so much better about it. This past year he told me to have fun, and that was it. I guess I took his advice too literal. So, what happened?
It was the second night of the trip. It's normally a two days three nights deal, so we were flying back around 7:30 that following night. I'd become friends with some people from a branch in New Jersey, and one of them was Phil. When he came by the table, I thought, Hmm, he's a cutie! He wasn't so tall, average, I guess, but he was lean, and he had a cute face. When he spoke, he was just the most charming guy at the table. I guessed he was about 28, so about five years younger than me.
As the night wore on, it was like the two of us monopolized the conversation. It turned out he liked some good movies, so we had something in common right there. We just talked and talked and talked, and it wasn't long before I started putting out the signals - you know, touching my hair, widening my eyes when he spoke, all that stuff. I guess I didn't realize I was doing it until he leaned in and said to me, "Look, this is probably going to be the last time I ever see you, but I have to ask: do you want to come up to my room?"
"Huh?" I asked. By then, it was only the two of us left. It was late, and I had maybe one beer too many. "What d'you mean?"
"You know," he said. It was cute. He was all red in the face and nervous. "Sex."
"I'm married!" I said. "That's pretty bold."
"So … d'you want to or not?"
Right away, I knew I was going to do it, but I had those sanity-questioning moments. What about Kyle? What did it mean about us if I jumped into the sack with some guy? What would Kyle do if he found out? Well, all those questions were brushed aside. I smiled at Phil and I said, "Look, this doesn't mean anything, right? When we go back tomorrow you won't try and get in touch with me or anything?"
"No! No, it's just, you know, sex."
"Fine, let's go," I said. Phil stood and we walked to the elevator. While we waited, he hardly talked at all, just a few clumsy smiles in my direction. When we got into the elevator it was pretty much the same. There were a couple already in there. I got the feeling he maybe wasn't into it - like he had just asked me to see if he could shock me. Suddenly, I wasn't so into the idea too.
We got out at his floor and walked down the hall where he swiped his card and in we went. He had a bigger room than mine. I only had a queen size single room, but he had somehow gotten a suite. "Big room," I said. I thought I might as well just take off, but when I turned around he was taking off his jacket. A small smile was on his lips as he said, "Well, here we are."
The tone of his voice had changed. He wasn't the embarrassed, stammering guy from downstairs anymore. I could see that in his eyes, in the way he was looking at me.
"Are you playing me?" I asked him. He sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I just stood there with my arms folded. "Are you?"
"C'mon, Paige," he said. "D'you want to fuck or not? You can leave if you want."
Yeah, I thought about it too. I didn't much like the fact that he'd been playing me, but even that, it seemed, turned me on. I took off my jacket and tossed it onto his and sat by him. "D'you always treat women like that?" I asked him.
"Only the hot ones," he said. He put his hand on my left breast, cupped it firmly. It made my nipple harden instantly. I arched my back up and he started massaging me through my blouse. I have nice tits. I'm a 36c and I have a fairly narrow back, so all the weight is up front. "What would your husband say if he knew you were in another guy's room?"
"Well, he doesn't," I said.
"Think it would turn him on to watch?"
"I don't know. He might kick your ass." I wondered what Kyle would do. Must likely if he found out he'd be hurt. That made me feel a little regretful, but I liked the way Phil was touching me.
"Ever fucked around on him before?"
"Never."
His hand moved away from my breast and went down my stomach, all the way down to my thigh, then inside my knee. The skirt I was wearing was tight, so it was impossible fo
r me to open my legs very far. "Let me get this off," I said.
"Nah, plenty of time for that later," Phil said. He stood up and took my hand, led me to the middle of the floor. "Kneel down," he said. I knelt down in front of him. I could see the big bulge in his pants even then, as he undid his belt. "Take my pants down," he said.
I looked up at him and took hold of his waistband, undid the clasp, and pulled down his zipper. His pants fell down past his knees and I found myself staring at the big, thick rod in his underwear. "I hope you like big cocks," he said. Kyle has a good-sized cock. It's not huge, but it's big and meaty. His was the biggest cock I'd ever had up to that point. Phil's looked bigger. I put my face up against it, and felt it throbbing against my cheek, then tugged his underwear down over his hips. His cock sprang out and swayed there, right in front of me. It was huge. At least ten inches. And thick too. The head of it was the size of a small plum.