Some sluts have a short half-life, as our girl is about to find out. But Misty is in it for the fun; for the pleasure she can get out of her new, exciting lifestyle. She will deal with whatever consequences come along, tomorrow. But, as when she was a teenager, tomorrow is very far away for this middle-aged MILF.
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Summer term had arrived, and the trip that Misty Reynolds had planned with her son never happened. Instead, she was ready to send David off to his Aunt Patty's on the bus, eager for time alone with DeShawn, whom she considered her boyfriend, now. The past few weeks had been uneventful, and she was practically vibrating with need. DeShawn had moved in, even before they decided mutually to send David away. The two young men had formed a strange kind of bond the evening that Misty had come home so late. It was a bond of common concern for her, but she didn't realize that. She was happy to see them talk to one another. David could see that his mother was going down a wrong path, but he hoped the eighteen-year-old would protect her, at least. He'd made his feelings known about the older boy. DeShawn, for his part, was torn between concern for Misty's health and a desire to use her for his own ends, but knew enough to bide his time until the whelp was gone. He fucked Misty each night until both of them were spent, but he had bigger plans for the little housewife.
They put David on the bus, and DeShawn wasted no time. He had his hand on Misty's leg as they pulled away from the bus station. She smiled, happy that her man couldn't keep his hands off her. She was like a teenager again. Any time she was alone with DeShawn, she reverted instantly to the slutty persona she'd adopted.
"I should have worn a skirt," she told him, and grinned. "You want me to find a quiet place and stop, baby?" She purred softly, "I could give you a blowjob."
DeShawn stroked her thigh and lit up a rolled joint he had pulled from his shirt pocket, grinning as he did so. 'Damn, this slut was so hot to go!'
"Baby, don't smoke in the car, please? You know it messes with Davey's asthma," she said, waving her arm around. "Besides, you're gonna get us arrested."
He took a deep drag, held the blunt out to her lips, and said, "Relax, slut. He won't be back here until we say he can come back."
The mention of the word 'slut' made Misty instantly wet. She inhaled deeply, then blew the smoke out over the course of the next block. By the time they'd gone half a mile she was feeling the hit, down where it mattered. "Fuck, baby," she said, "I need that dick real bad. Why don't I pull over?" She dropped one hand into her lap and began to fondle herself through her jeans, craving a quick orgasm to take the edge off.
They were in the middle of town. DeShawn laughed at her. "You crazy, you horny slut!" He paused, looking at her. "I know where we can go. It ain't far. Take a right up here."
Misty did as she was told. These days, she always did as she was told. This eighteen-year-old she'd found was almost too good to be true, for a 49-year-old with her newly discovered needs. 'A nice big dick, and he can go all night,' she thought. 'Fuck yeah! I'll do whatever.'
In truth, Misty desperately craved what she'd had that night at James's bar; to be used again and again, without having to think. Once she'd gotten over her initial guilt the next morning, she reasoned that it was probably the best time she'd ever had, apart from meeting DeShawn. 'And, hey - it hadn't done any harm to anyone,' she thought when reliving that night in her head. She hadn't caught any diseases, she'd had a good time, and DeShawn had actually told her he was proud of her, after all was said and done. She was proud to think of herself as 'his' slut.
"Gimme another hit off that joint," she told him, reaching for it. "I wanna get loaded!"
"That's my slut," he grinned, leaning in to shotgun the smoke from his lips, then taking it back into his mouth. By the time he told her to turn into the rural property filled with junk cars and broken motorcycles, they were both giggling hysterically. She slammed on the brakes.
"Whoa!" Misty whooped, still laughing. She looked around once they were stopped. "What the fuck is this place?" There was no one outside, but loud hip-hop boomed from inside the tiny dilapidated house. DeShawn grinned.
"We gonna get down with some brothas I know," he told her.
She was instantly intrigued. "Yeah?" Her hand slipped down to her crotch, rubbing it absentmindedly as DeShawn climbed out of the car. He leaned in the window and told her to sit tight; he would be right back. Then he disappeared inside the house.
Misty resumed idly rubbing herself. Her pussy was buzzing with need, now that she sensed an opportunity to get fucked. "God, how horny can one person get?" she mused. She could already feel an orgasm building. As her fingers stroked over the denim, she closed her eyes and imagined DeShawn's big dick grazing her pussy lips, drawing forth her wetness before plunging deep inside her. "Fuck," she whispered, working her hips against her own hand. She wondered how many 'brothas' were inside, and if they would find her attractive enough to play with.
DeShawn was gone a long time. She was close; so close to a climax, but she began to worry. She checked her phone. It had been more than twenty minutes. Opening the door, she got out and pulled her shirt into shape. Her other hand had been rubbing her nipples, making them harder and even more sensitive. She could see their outlines beneath the heavy cotton. With trembling fingers, she combed her shoulder-length hair back away from her face, and slipped a scrunchee from her right wrist to contain it. She stepped up onto the stoop and raised her hand to knock. She heard voices, the sound of laughter.
When a man opened the door, he stared at the little blonde. "Hey, darlin', what you doing out here?" he asked, stepping back for her to enter.
"I was looking for DeShawn," she said meekly, then stepped inside.
Most of the voices inside quieted immediately. Misty looked around. There were two men sitting on an old couch with a young black girl between them. She was leant over, sucking one man's erect cock as the other played between her outstretched legs. Another man stood off to one side, watching them until Misty came in. He then directed his gaze to her, fondling the black cock that was semi-erect. Someone was in the kitchen, still talking loudly. The music boomed from a radio on the floor in a corner. This was a flop-house, she realized. There was a handful of assorted pills strewn across a small table.
"Hi," she said tentatively. "Is DeShawn in here?" She hadn't seen him. She looked at the girl, who glared at her before going back to sucking the dick she was still holding.
"Who are you?" the man behind her asked.
She turned to face him. "I... I'm Misty," she said. "My boyfriend came in here a while ago and I was waiting for him."
The man grinned, displaying three gold teeth up top. She couldn't tell how old he was; his unshaven, lined face made him look like he was probably in his sixties. "Oh," he said, "you DeShawn's girl, huh?" He moved into her and put both hands on her waist, looking down at her. "Damn, you fine," he said. Misty blushed. He laughed as he slipped a hand up to her breast and held it. "He back there," he said, and nodded towards a door. He still held her with both hands. Misty didn't want to appear unfriendly, so she put her hands on his biceps and hesitated before pushing away. He wasn't overly muscular, but his arms were solid, she noted. She turned and walked to the doorway of the other room.
Inside, DeShawn and another man lounged on a bed, leaning against the wall and sharing a blunt as a girl lay on her stomach before them. She was naked, and white. Both men had their shorts down, their cocks standing up as the girl's corn-rowed head moved from one to the other. No one looked up at Misty. They were lost in their own world at the moment.
Misty cleared her throat. "Uh, baby?" she said, watching the back of the girl's head as it bobbed over her man's dick. When DeShawn looked up, she asked, "Were you gonna come back out later?"
He grinned stupidly. "Oh, hey baby," he said, then hesitated. "Uh...yeah. I was just headed that way." The girl turned to look at Misty for the first time, and she and the men all broke up laughing.
The scene was so disturbingly erotic that Misty couldn't help but react. She was about to burst with need! She climbed onto the bed, shouldering the other girl aside. "That's my man," she muttered, and took DeShawn's cock in her hand. She began to give him head as the other girl concentrated on his friend, and the two men passed the blunt back and forth between them. Misty was now beyond horny! She ground her pelvis into the mattress as she sucked, her breathing becoming more and more labored as she worked the dick feverishly with her lips and tongue. DeShawn's hand slipped around to grip her pony-tail, She slid one hand under her and began to work the zipper down on her jeans. She wanted his cock in her pussy!
Then there was another set of hands behind her, and she felt her jeans being pulled down over her hips. Misty moaned, delirious with need. DeShawn worked her head steadily as the pants were pulled off her legs, and she got up onto her knees. A hand pulled her thong aside, exposing the wet clam between her thighs, and two fingers drove inside her. Misty flinched, then pushed her hips back. The fingers curled downward, working her flesh as they rubbed against her clit and g-spot. Misty pulled off DeShawn's dick long enough to utter, "Oooooh, fuck," then she enclosed his meat once again with her mouth. Her climax was suddenly there, fueled by this unknown stranger.
"Mmmmppphhh!"
Misty's world exploded. The fingers inside her were suddenly drenched by her juices as they continued their exploration, heedless of the sudden gyrations of her lower body. Misty tried to pull away as she gushed, but DeShawn kept her mouth impaled on his dick, so she moaned around him, sucking air in greedily through her nose. This was excruciating pleasure! Her hips worked forward and back as she fucked herself on the stranger's hand, seeking more gratification even as her orgasm peaked. She could have screamed if she'd been allowed.
That was the climax she'd been waiting for, but now she craved more. She attacked DeShawn's cock with her mouth, whipping her tongue over and around it as she sucked, eager to have his cum in her mouth. The stranger behind her moved onto the bed, pushing her legs apart with his knees. When the warm cock pressed against her pussy lips, she accepted it with a soft sigh.
DeShawn said nothing, but used both hands to force his slut's head down, so that his cock slid past her uvula and into her throat. Misty had mastered deep-throating her man in the weeks before, and only occasionally gagged as he used her face. She was concentrating on the cock now sliding in and out, trembling with the promise of another orgasm coming so soon after her first.
