Cougar on the Corner

Victoria stepped out of the Chevy Suburban and smiled one last time at Dante, a hung black drug dealer and ex-con who had rented her out for the night so he and his buddies could celebrate his court victory. Dante was a major pusher and favored client of Kyle who had pulled some strings and had his case thrown out.

"Don't forget to bring that juicy ass around for my next kickback." he said with a gold-toothed grin.

"You know it baby," Victoria said, wiggling it before he laughed and drove off.

She leaned against the cold brick wall and lit a cigarette, waiting on her next customer. She looked sexy in her tight black dress stopping just beneath her huge ass.

She smiled as saw a car pull up and she walked up to the driver side door and smiled seeing a young man, his eyes eager and innocent.

"Oooh a young pup..." she said upon seeing him.

He grinned nervously, his eyes glancing into her massive cleavage. She followed his eyes and smiled at him.

"Looking for some fun?" she asked.

He nodded quickly and smiled as she rubbed the bulge in his jeans and he groaned.

"So... what's your name?"

"Mmm... Q-Quentin..."

"That's a nice name," she said continuing to feel on him as she enjoyed his discomfort, "do you have a girlfriend, Quentin?"

"N-no..." he stammered, "I had one but she was tired of me wanting to wait until my 18th birthday to lose my virginity."

"Oh you poor thing," she said sweetly, "come here."

SUMMARY^1: Victoria exits a Chevy Suburban after a night with Dante, a wealthy client. She prepares for her next customer, a young and inexperienced Quentin. She teases him, noticing his nervousness and his attraction to her 34G tits.

Before he realized it, Quentin found his face in Victoria's cleavage, inhaling the vanilla scented tits as she undid his jeans and fished out his cock, stroking it.

After a few moments, she released his face, Quentin panted as she continued to stroke him.

"So what are you looking to do with his big dick of yours?"

"Umm... well, one of my friends was telling me about uhh... Crystal."

"Crystal?!" Victoria laughed, "she's barely able to give a decent handjob. And she definitely doesn't have tits like this..."

She grabbed Quentin's hand and put them on them, a gasp escaping his lips as squeezed them, Victoria giggling as dick swelled in her hand.

"Damn they're incredible," he said nervously.

"You can get to experience these babies and a lot more..." Victoria said seductively as she slowly released his dick, "but it's not free."

Quinton groaned at feeling the loss of her hand and nodded, grabbing an envelope stuffed with cash and handing it to her.

Victoria counted it and smiled. "Looks perfect."

Quinton smiled, Victoria walking around and getting in on the passenger side.

"Well lets get out of here," she said, "I know a nice hotel up the street where I can take that dick to heaven."

"Okay," he said with a nervous smile as he pulled from the parking lot. He tried to focus on the drive, struggling to resist her tits bouncing as they drove down the night street.

SUMMARY^1: Quentin nervously interacts with Victoria's large breasts. She mocks his inexperience and sets the price for her services. He hands over an envelope of cash and they drive to a nearby hotel for the encounter.

Fuck, they were so soft and smooth that he couldn't wait to get his hands on them again, to suck on them and feel those melons wrapped around his cock.

Victoria slyly cast her eyes at Quentin. He was sweating and tense, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She had to ease him a little.

She reached over and placed her hand on his swollen cock, still exposed and throbbing. Quentin moaned as he gripped the steering wheel.

She began stroking him, just watching the boy squirm in his seat as he accelerated onto a side street headed for the hotel.

Victoria took in the extravagant building as he pulled to the front, a valet rushing out to take the car.

"Fancy place," Victoria said to Quinton as they made their way inside.

"Yeah I know," he said with a slight shrug, "my dad got this place too. He said once I lost my virginity it shouldn't be in some rathole."

"Can't say I disagree," Victoria laughed, the two going to the checkin desk before Quentin acquired the room key and they got on the elevator.

The doors shut and she immediately turned to him, pressing him into the wall and kissing him, her tongue invading his mouth as she grabbed his cock again.

Quentin felt a mix of shock and pleasure, his hands instinctively going to her ass, feeling the soft flesh beneath her dress.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, they stumbled out and into the room, Victoria pulling him onto the bed. She sat herself at the edge, her legs spread wide, his cock standing tall and proud.

Quentin and Victoria arrive at the hotel, and she begins to tease him in the car. Inside the hotel, she strokes his cock in the elevator, then pulls him into the room and sits on the bed with her legs wide apart, ready for the intense sexual training she plans to give him.

"You want to fuck me don't you?" she said, stroking it lightly, watching as precum leaked from the tip.

Quentin nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"Say it," she demanded, her voice taking on a firm tone that was a stark contrast to her sweet demeanor from earlier.

"Yes, I want to fuck you so badly," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

Victoria smirked and leaned in, taking his cock into her mouth and swallowing it whole. Quentin's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue wrapping around his shaft as she deepthroated him.

Her throat muscles contracted around his dick, the pressure was intense and he knew he wouldn't last long. She pulled back, smacking her lips and wiping her mouth. "You're a quick one, aren't you?" she chuckled.

"N-no, I swear," he protested, his voice hoarse with arousal.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you to last longer than five seconds. Now, get those pants off and lie down," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Quentin obeyed, his cock bobbing as he climbed onto the bed. Victoria stood, peeling her dress off, revealing her naked body in all its glory. His eyes widened as he took in her massive, firm tits and the small bush of brown hair between her legs.

"You've never seen a real woman before, have you?" she teased, stroking her clit. "Let's get that cock in me before I get bored, shall we?"

Quentin nodded eagerly, his cock pulsing with desire. Victoria climbed on top of him, lowering herself onto his shaft, inch by inch. He groaned as he felt himself fill her up, her pussy stretching around him like a glove.

Her cunt was tight, and she was wet, so wet that it was making sloppy noises as she began to ride him. He watched in amazement as her tits bounced and her ass jiggled with every bounce.

"Fuck me like you mean it, boy!" she growled, slapping his cheeks with her tits.

Quentin's hands shot up to her hips, pushing her down harder onto him. She threw her head back and moaned, her pussy spasming around his cock.

Her nails dug into his skin as she began to grind, her hips moving in a circular motion that had him seeing stars. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure becoming unbearable and he began to groan softly.

"Not yet, not yet, you need to last longer than this. We've got all night, baby," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot and heavy.

Quentin tried to focus on anything but the intense pleasure, but it was no use. Victoria was a sexual beast, a creature of desire that knew exactly how to manipulate his body to give her what she wanted.

As she rode him harder, she began to talk dirty, whispering vile things into his ear that had him blushing, but also made him want to fuck her even more. She called herself a whore, a slut, a dirty cunt that needed to be filled with cum.

The words were like a symphony to his cock, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"You're going to fill me up with that hot, sticky cum, aren't you?" she hissed.

Quentin nodded, unable to speak as she leaned down and kissed him hard, her tongue invading his mouth once again. He felt her pussy tighten around him and knew she was close too.

With a final grunt, he released his load deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. She moaned into his mouth, her body shaking with the intensity of her own orgasm.

They broke apart, both panting heavily, their eyes locked as she slid off of him, his cum dripping out of her and onto the bed.

"Good boy," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now, let's see how much of a man you really are. Can you keep up with me?"

Quentin looked at her with determination, his cock already beginning to harden again. This was just the beginning of a night that would forever change him.

Victoria licked her lips, tasting his cum on them, and then she straddled his face, pushing her wet, swollen pussy onto his mouth.

"Eat me out, boy," she ordered, "and don't you dare stop until I'm satisfied."

Quentin took a deep breath and tentatively stuck out his tongue, licking her slit. She tasted like a mix of sweetness and musk, a flavor that was both intoxicating and a little overwhelming for his inexperienced palate.

But Victoria was relentless. She began to grind her pussy against his face, smearing her juices all over his nose and mouth, forcing him to inhale her scent deeply. He could feel her thick, meaty folds against his tongue as he started to explore, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips to keep her in place.

Her moans grew louder as he found the right rhythm, his tongue circling her clit and dipping into her depths. She was so wet, so hot, and her pussy clenched around his nose as she rode his face. He could feel the tension in her thighs as she approached climax, and it only spurred him on.

"That's it," she cooed, "just like that."

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, pushing him deeper. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he was making this woman, this goddess of depravity, feel good, and that was all that mattered.

With a final, guttural groan, Victoria's body went rigid, and she came, her juices flooding his mouth and dribbling down his chin. He swallowed greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, as she collapsed onto the bed beside him, panting.

"You're a fast learner," she said with a wink. "But we're not done yet. There's so much more I need to teach you."

He watched as Victoria grabbed her purse and then she rolled him over onto his stomach and began to kiss her way down his spine, her teeth nipping at his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. He moaned, his cock now fully erect again, and he felt her hands spread his ass cheeks apart.

"You're going to learn how to take it like a champ," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.

And with that, she started to lick his asshole, her tongue probing and teasing him in a way that had him squirming with both pleasure and a hint of fear. He had never felt anything like this before, but he was eager to please, eager to learn from his new, depraved mentor.

Her tongue grew more insistent, and Quentin felt his body respond, his ass pushing back against her face, begging for more. Victoria chuckled, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him.

"You're going to love this," she whispered, her hand reaching down to stroke his cock, keeping him on edge as she continued to lick and kiss his ass.

And then, without warning, she slammed a finger into him, and he yelped, his body tensing.

"Relax," she ordered, "you're going to need to get used to this if you want to be a real man."

Quentin took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, feeling her finger slide in and out of him with ease. She added another, then another, stretching him out, preparing him for what was to come.

As she worked him over, her other hand stroked his cock, keeping him right at the precipice of orgasm without letting him fall over the edge. It was a delicious form of torture, one that had him writhing and begging for more.

"Please, Victoria," he panted, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath him, "please fuck me."

With a wicked laugh, she sat up and straddled his back, her wet pussy pressing against his asshole. He suddenly felt the tip of her strap-on nudging him, and a shiver of anticipation ran through him.

"You want this, don't you?" she asked, pushing the tip in slightly.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice shaking with desire. "I need it."

With a firm push, Victoria buried the strap-on into him, filling him up in one swift motion. Quentin's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before.

It was tight, and it hurt, but it also felt incredible. He could feel every inch of her as she began to ride him, her hips smacking against his ass cheeks as she picked up speed.

"You're going to be my little bitch tonight," she murmured, her voice dark and seductive. "And you're going to love every minute of it."

Quentin nodded, his body moving in sync with hers as she fucked him harder and faster. He could feel his cock rubbing against the bed, the friction adding to the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside of him.

Her hand found its way to his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp for air as she fucked him mercilessly. The pressure was intense, but it only served to make him harder, his body responding to her every whim.

Victoria leaned down, her breasts smothering his back as she whispered dirty things into his ear. She talked about how much she enjoyed his tight little ass, how much she wanted to use him, to make him her own personal fuck toy.

And as she talked, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body begging for release.

"You can cum," she said suddenly, her voice a sharp command that cut through the haze of pleasure. "But only if you can make me cum first."

With renewed vigor, Quentin bucked his hips back, meeting her thrusts with his own, desperately trying to push her over the edge. He could feel her pussy getting wetter, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and knew he was close.

But then, she pulled out, leaving him empty and desperate for more. She flipped him over onto his back, her strap-on still glistening with lube, and climbed back onto the bed.

"You want to cum?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Then you're going to have to work for it."

With that, she straddled his chest, her clit over his mouth. "Suck it," she demanded, her voice like a whip crack.

Quentin didn't hesitate, wrapping his lips around the hard nub and sucking with all his might. She tasted faintly of latex and lube, but mostly of sex, and it was intoxicating.

Victoria leaned back, her hands on the headboard, her tits bouncing with every bounce of her hips as she fucked his face. He could feel himself getting closer, his cock begging for release, but he knew better than to touch it without her permission.

Her moans grew louder, her movements more erratic, and then, with a scream that echoed through the hotel room, she came, her juices spurting all over his face.

"Swallow," she ordered, pulling out of his mouth, and he eagerly did so, feeling her warm cum slide down his throat.

Victoria climbed off of him, her legs still shaking, and looked down at him with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.

"Now," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips, "it's your turn."

With that, she straddled his cock once again, sinking down onto him until he was balls deep inside her. Her pussy was tight around him, squeezing him in a vice-like grip, and he knew that he wasn't going to last long.

But he didn't have to. As she began to ride him, her massive tits bouncing and smacking him in the face, Quentin felt something snap inside of him. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust upwards, meeting her with every downward movement.

The feeling of her tight cunt around his cock was driving him wild. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was all he could do to keep from cumming right then and there.

"That's it," Victoria growled, her voice deep with lust. "Fuck me like you own me."

And fuck her he did. Quentin's inexperience didn't matter in the face of his raw, primal need. He pounded into her with a ferocity that surprised even him, his hips moving in a blur as he tried to fill her completely.

Her tits smacked his face with every thrust, and he couldn't help but bite and suck on them, his teeth grazing her nipples until they were red and swollen. She threw her head back and screamed, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him like a wild animal in heat.

"Harder," she panted, her eyes glazed over with lust. "I want to feel you in my throat."

Quentin obliged, his hips moving faster and harder, his cock slamming into her with every thrust. The bed squeaked and rocked, the headboard banging against the wall in a rhythmic beat that matched their moans and grunts.

Her cunt was so tight, so wet, and so warm that he could feel every inch of her as he fucked her. Her pussy was like a glove, made to fit him perfectly, and he knew that he was going to cum soon.

"Fuck, you're getting so good," she moaned, leaning down to kiss him, her mouth hot and wet, "I'm going to cum again."

And with that, she did. Her body tensed up, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her juices spilling out around him. He felt her spasm and quiver, her orgasm milking his cock, and it was all he could take.

With a roar, Quentin came, his cum spurting into her in hot, thick ropes. She sat up, her pussy still clamped down on his cock, her breasts heaving with the effort of her climax, and he watched as his seed filled her up.

For a moment, they stayed like that, panting and sweaty, their bodies slick with sex. Then Victoria slid off of him, his cum dripping from her pussy onto the bed. She looked down at him with a smile that was both proud and hungry.

"You're a natural," she said, her voice a purr, "but we're not done yet."

With that, she grabbed a bottle of lube and a small butt plug from her bag. "It's time for your next lesson," she said, her eyes gleaming.

Quentin's cock twitched at the sight of the toy, his body already craving more. He knew that this was going to be a night he would never forget, a night that would redefine what he thought was possible.

Victoria smeared the lube onto the plug and pushed it into his ass, her fingers working it in and out until he was begging for more. Then, with a wicked grin, she straddled his face again, her pussy hovering just above his mouth.

"Lick me clean," she demanded, "and don't you dare stop until I'm satisfied."

Quentin didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly lapped at her pussy, tasting the mix of their juices as he cleaned her up. She moaned and squirmed above him, her hands gripping the bedpost tightly.

He had never felt more alive, more like a man than he did in that moment, with Victoria's pussy in his mouth and his cock still throbbing from the intense fucking she had given him. He was hers, completely and utterly, and he loved every second of it.

As she climbed off of him again, he felt the plug pop out of his ass, and he whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But Victoria was already onto the next act, her hand wrapping around his cock and pumping it back to life.

"Look at that," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips, "you're already ready for round two. I knew you had it in you."

Quentin could only nod, his body already craving the intense pleasure that she had shown him. He watched as she lubed up the plug again, her eyes never leaving his as she pushed it back in, filling him once more.