Owned By A Hot Older Woman

I'd crack a molar if I clenched my jaw any harder.

The imposing woman in my lap panted quietly. "Oh, fuck that's good," she grunted, humping back and forth.

I couldn't reply; any threat to my concentration would lead to a premature eruption. She didn't take kindly to those, even when it was unreasonable to expect any better. I risked a peek at the space between her doughy ass and my hips as she rode. My greasy, latexed pillar of cock disappeared and reappeared like a pornographic magic trick stuck on a loop. Five knotted bags were already tied off in the bin next to my bed, meaning that my poor member was nearly numb from the afternoon's abuse. Between horking up a handful of loads already and the rubbery Magnum hugging my meat, I could hardly feel anything at all. Still, just the very fact of...well, her...meant I was closing in on failure again.

"I want you to cum in me this time," she announced breathily, still facing my feet.

"What?"

"Come on, I want it inside. Give me." She squeezed my thighs to punctuate her demand.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned, watching as she leaned that heap of wide, pale ass forward to evict me from her warm hole. Nimble fingers wasted no time in peeling the condom off with a wet snap.

"Mina," I groaned, watching in dumbstruck disbelief as she bent my cock back toward her lips and sat down eagerly.

She sighed as she began rocking again. "Shut up and fuck me."

I rued my view as she reached up and ran her fingers through her long, dark hair; as much as I worshipped her thick, dimply ass, I knew that her tits and tummy probably looked divine right now. She compounded my jealousy by squeezing her own chest and looking down to watch her pussy swallow me up.

She was like a bottomless pit sometimes, I swear.

"Mina, I've gotta..."

"One more minute," she said to me over her shoulder. "I'm almost there. Don't cum yet."

"I...I really gotta...Oh, fuck..."

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare!" The threat brooked no argument, but a guy can only stand so much. I opted for the 'bite your tongue and pretend that the train hasn't already left the station' approach.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to groan while I spat my pitiful load into her, praying I'd stay hard long enough for her to get off one more time.

"Good boy, that's...that's fucking...shit!" She spat. Her ample ass clenched hard and her shoulders drew in on themselves as she began to tremble through her little gush of ecstasy. She made a little groaning noise through clenched teeth while she rode it out, seemingly content with the rope I was pushing. "Fuck yes," she shuddered.

She reached a hand back toward me and beckoned for some water impatiently once she'd quit trembling. "Here," I muttered, watching her take a swig before climbing off me.

If she felt any of the same naked vulnerability as I did, she didn't show it. She stood there staring at me as she drank, looking like a vulture deciding just how dead something had to be before it wasn't worth pecking at anymore. Even sweaty, flushed, and breathless, she was seriously imposing. I squirmed under her stare.

"I know you came early," she accused. She set the glass down so she could pluck my shirt off the floor. I'm not small by any means, but nothing I owned would ever stand a chance at containing her; the white cotton stretched to its limits across her meaty chest. I'm not sure why she bothered.

"Sorry," I replied a little sheepishly. "It just felt a little too good."

Her stern face softened. "Yeah it did," she said with a smirk. "There's just something about going raw, you know?"

"Yeah," I sighed in relief. "You don't have to tell me."

She padded towards my kitchen without another word, leaving me to recover in fuzzy-minded solitude. For the hundredth time, I reminded myself not to question what stroke of fortune had put me in this position; I must have been a saint in a past life to deserve her continued attention.

"Fu-fu," she called, using her oddly juvenile pet name for me while she rooted around in my fridge. "What the hell is this?"

I tugged some pants on and looked around the corner to find her holding a bag between pinched fingers, utter disgust on her face. "Uh, pizza bites?"

She winced and dropped them into my trash. "I don't even want to know. Why don't you have any real food in here? Hmm?"

I started to stammer an explanation that she didn't like the sound of.

She fetched her phone from the counter where she'd left it. "No no, shh. Enough."

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm? Oh, just telling Kerri to do something about..." she trailed off, waving a hand in my fridge's general direction.

"You don't have to do -"

She cut me off with a dangerous look.

"Sorry," I muttered. "Thanks."

She fixed me with a flat smile, pleased with my adjusted attitude. "Much better. I'm gonna hop in the shower. Are you going to be here when I get out still or did you have somewhere you have to run off to?"

It might have been my apartment, but there WAS a correct answer to her question. She wasn't a cuddler, and preferred to be alone after sex. "I've gotta get to work actually. I'm, uh, closing tonight," I lied.

"Well then," she said, planting a peck on my cheek on her way to the shower, "let us know if you want a ride home."

I thanked her and watched the ass that had spent most of the afternoon bouncing on my cock walk itself into my bathroom before she shut the door softly. Cursing softly to myself just on principle, I retrieved my own phone and hammered out a text.

*She's in the shower. Send the car whenever.*

The reply was nearly immediate. *kk, we're just around the corner anyway. she in a good mood?*

Fucker. *of course she is, she's been here for like 3 hours*

*whatever loverboy. let me know if you want a car home tonight*

*i don't actually work. was just gonna grab a beer down the street till she leaves.*

*in that case, I'll meet you there now real quick. I can be there in 10...k?*

I shot O'Malley's address over and showed myself out.

*******

"Hi hi," puffed the sprightly woman at my shoulder, slapping an absurd tote on the wet bar at my elbow. "Nice place," she said sarcastically.

I chuckled. "Nice to see you too."

"Bullshit," Kerri replied, whipping her sunglasses off and waving the bartender away.

"Not sticking around?"

She snorted a brusque laugh. "No, I'm not. This is business, not social. Besides, Gus and I need to be at your place to grab her in like 15 minutes anyway."

I shook my head and took a drink while she continued to root around in her bag. "I don't know how you do it," I mused.

"Do what?" She asked, sliding a few pages onto the bartop.

"Work for her like this. Seems hectic. Every time I see you it's run, run, run."

She conceded the point. "Yeah well, we can't all get by on good looks and charm, can we? Sign this."

I slid the pages over and looked them over. "Um, no? What is this?"

"You know what this is," she replied impatiently. "Or at least the gist of it."

"A contract?"

"An NDA specifically, but sure; a contract."

I balked. "For what?!"

"Come on, idiot," she insisted, snapping a pen down. "I know you get this."

I pouted a little. Just a little. "Come on, Ker. This is ridiculous."

She softened a little, even patting my shoulder. "It just comes with the territory, pal. You know that. She's...her. And you're the pet barista she rides once in a while because it's more fun than therapy. You understand, right?"

"I guess," I muttered.

Kerri shot furtive looks around the bar before reaching into her handbag one more time. "Look, if you're not too proud to take it, this is for you. Yeah?"

The envelope she produced looked thick.

"I don't know," I said slowly.

"It's twenty five hundred bucks, doofus. Sign the fucking form, okay?"

Lips pursed, I looked from the envelope, to the pen, to the pages in front of me for a long minute. Fuck, this was so stupid.

You would have signed it too. Don't lie.

"Here fella, this one's on me," the bartended said, sliding me a frothy mug a few minutes after Kerri blew back out the door. "I know the look of a man who's just signed divorce papers when I see one."

I took the offered beer with a laugh. "Thanks," I barked, "but those were about as far from divorce papers as you can go."

He arched a curious eyebrow. "Oh? How so?"

"Well," I started, "I met a woman, maybe six months ago..."

*******

"Order for Mina! Large flat white!"

A slender blonde slid out of the corner booth and bustled over to meet me at the side counter. "Hey, yeah, hi. That's me."

"Mina?"

"Close enough; it's for my boss."

I glanced at the table she'd come from and nearly dropped half a litre of steamed milk on myself. The woman who must have been Mina sat there regally, staring straight through me with a coy half-smile on her sumptuous lips.

"Hey, hello!" snapped her assistant. "Eyes over here, hot shot."

"Eh? Shit, sorry. Here you go."

She smirked and took the cup. "Thanks," she chuckled, turning to go back to the busty muse she'd come in with.

"You gonna pick your jaw up off the floor or do you need my help?" asked my shift lead, Alex. "Quit staring."

"Dude," I said, trying to pretend I wasn't ogling. "Look at her. Fuck."

He squinted at her openly. "You like older girls?"

"I like older girls with tits like that," I replied shamelessly, spilling cream all over the counter.

"Smarten up," he hissed. "I mean, I get it. Still, she's gotta be pushing 40 or so."

I didn't care. I was in love. "Yeah, something like that."

She owned the room. Like a gravity well, or a black hole, she pulled every scrap of attention to herself just by virtue of being there. It was daunting to even look at her for too long, to try wrapping my around the sheer fact of her. Whether it was the set of her shoulders or the imperious way her eyes swept around the room, there was an obvious gravitas about her that came from the experience of age, but there was nothing more to suggest her maturity. Tall, broad, nearly heavyset, and imposing, Mina was a shapely invitation to let my imagination run itself ragged.

"I have to say something," I told Alex 20 minutes later in a panic. "I have to."

My idol and her assistant bundled up their things and began to rise from their table to leave.

"Not if you want to make rent this month; stand down soldier," he replied.

She was getting away.

"Please dude, you don't understand."

"I understand fat tits just fine dude, but you can't...shit!"

I turned from him to find the assistant standing at the counter again, Mina having pushed through the door already. "Hi," she said with a knowing smirk, "me again."

"Hi," I croaked.

She pulled a bemused face at Alex, who shrugged his shoulders to apologize for my witless idiocy. "So, listen," she began, "you're gonna take this pen, and this card, and you're gonna write your phone number on it, yeah? Then, when your phone rings later, you'll pick it up, act like you've relocated your balls, and very politely invite my boss to swing by your place after you're done work, okay?"

"I, uh," I stammered.

She shot Alex another impatient look while I tried to find my voice. "What he means is 'yeah totally, for sure,'" Alex said, leaning forward to scratch my number on the card for her. "He looks forward to hearing from her."

"Right," she replied unenthusiastically. "Don't fuck this up, got it? I'm serious. Guys like you don't get shots like this."

"He knows," Alex replied.

"I know," I mumbled.

"Good. Now go home and wash your fucking sheets."

*******

If I thought the NDA would change things, it seemed I was sorely mistaken. It was another three days before I heard from Mina or Kerri. When my phone finally dinged, it took several minutes to calm myself down.

*Fufu, I'm coming over. Be ready for me?"

Then, like clockwork, the confirmation message from Kerri a minute later.

*8:00. Weird mood, be ready.*

One hour of legs at the gym, a thorough once-over with my ball trimmer, and a disturbingly thick protein shake later, the lock on my door clicked itself open.

I hadn't actually given her a key.

"Come on in," I called needlessly as I trotted across my scantily furnished bachelor pad to greet her at the door. Without a word, I got the customary kisses on either cheek before she handed me her coat.

"You cleaned," she said, stepping into my attic den like she owned the place. "It looks nice."

Outside, her long black sedan pulled away, no doubt to park somewhere around the corner for the next few hours. "Yeah, a little."

She made her way to my fridge and hummed her approval at the fresh groceries that had shown up on my door since we last saw each other. "And eating better too, I see."

She had no right to cram that much ass into a pencil skirt and parade around in heels like she was, but here we were, making small talk about how much broccoli she'd ordered to my house. "Trying to," I replied. Kerri was right, the mood was weird.

"Good, good," she sighed, smoothing the front of her skirt over her thighs. It wasn't a nervous tick or anything, just a deep breath before the plunge. "Ready then?"

Just like that. No warming into it, no playful banter, no gentle teasing. Just "Ready then?"

I nodded and reached for my fly.

She clucked her tongue softly. "No, no," she said, turning, "not yet."

I spied the zipper she was obviously offering, running down the back of her skirt, and took the hint. I'd show her how much better I was eating.

I had a hard time believing that she went through her regular days wearing the kind of underwear she routinely showed up to my place in, but chastised myself for my lack of faith in her as the skirt came away to reveal an expensive and showy thong regardless. It, too, fell to the ground as I sank to my knees.

"Ugh," she grunted as my tongue plied her lips, her naked ass resting against my kitchen counter. "Baby boy," she sighed.

I pressed my nose to her short pubes, letting the fur tickle my lips hungrily as I stoked her needy passion with my tongue. Her hands rooted themselves in my hair firmly; I looked up to make eye contact but saw nothing more than the underswell of her magnificent tits. I drooled; I drooled for the tangy wet treat under my tongue, I drooled for the pendulous sway of boobs the size of my head swinging in the air above me, and I drooled for the delicate moans of exorcised impatience that she uttered while I ate.

Her soft fuzz exfoliated my lips clean and I kissed, licked, and sucked her raw, lashing her stubby bud with long, luxurious passes that brought her to the brink in a few minutes. I knew my Mina; if she was in the mood to be eaten, one eruption wouldn't be enough. By the third "fuck, yes, I'm cumming!", her hands were firmly wrapped around my head, daring me to steal a breath whenever I got a chance, but insisting that I'd never get one anyway. My nose ground into her puffy mound even as my slobber ran freely down my own chin until she bent over double to announce her latest accomplishment.

"Fuuuuck, yes! I'm...I'm...ughh," she groaned, her tits nearly settled on my head as her electric tremors folded her over.

And she did. I know, because it was running off my face.

"Look at you," she cooed softly, smearing her hands over my face to spread her mark of ownership across my lips and cheeks. "Such a pretty boy all covered in mama's pussy like that."

I wasn't sure about being a pretty boy, but I was contractually obligated to keep quiet about it anyway.

"Now come to the bed and fuck me, okay?"

I watched her saunter over to my unremarkable bed and tip herself onto the mattress on all fours, face down with her holes on offer. I ditched my clothes and moved to join her.

"Fufu, no," she said, hearing me reach into my nightstand. "What are you doing?"

"Do you not want..."

She wiggled her ass up at me in reply. Raw it was then.

If Mina was beautiful to look at, she was another thing entirely to shove a cock into. Calling her things like 'tight' and 'wet' felt embarrassingly inadequate, like calling an exploding supernova 'pretty nifty'. She was heaven; hot, firm, surpassingly addictive, and endlessly comfortable, it was impossible to imagine that any hole on earth could measure up to the lofty standards set by hers.

"That's it," she coaxed as I slipped my head between her lips. Still glazed from my meal, her lips shone in the low light of my dingy apartment like guide lights down a runway. "All the way... in," she groaned.

I knew I was fucked from the start. The slippery, soft embrace had damned me long before the taste of her hit my lips; the anticipation of filling her up was nearly as dangerous as the reality - once you've known a thing like that, you're a slave to it forever.

"Fuck me, baby," she insisted, throwing her weight back onto me. "Fuck my greedy pussy, come on. Give me. Yes, yes! That's it. Good fucking boy!"

She egged me on endlessly, unaware or unconcerned with my mounting panic that this first fuck would be a short one. I tried to measure my breaths, but Mina abused me thoroughly.

"Fuck that pussy baby, come on!"

"That's it, that's my good boy!"

"Fill me up!"

"Stretch me out!"

"Use your pussy, come on! Fuck it like you own it!"

And then the fatal, "Give me my FUCKING cum!"

"Mina!" I cried. Her demand was instantly rewarded, as my cock twitched angrily to spit its hot payload deep into her guts. "Fuck!"

She reached back to hold my hips against her; I know she was saying something vaguely affirmative and encouraging, but I never stood a chance of hearing it - I was simply overcome by the damnable need to spurt every drop of my creamy batter into her body.

Just as she wanted.

I fell breathlessly across her hips, a slight giggle from her forcing my slippery, softening prick out with a wet pop. A mix of lust, embarrassment, and the pure need for validation washed over me; I needed her to say something. Anything.

"Good boy," she said in reply to my silence. "Very, very good."

"I'll do better in a minute, I swear."

She rolled onto her back and looked up at me, all bare pride and softened appreciation. She ran me hard most of the time, but a proper load in her needy pussy seemed to have taken the edge off her for the moment. "Good," she said with a genuine smile, "but I'm happy as long as there's more where that came from."

"I'll grab you some water," I offered, turning to leave.

"Thank you, Fufu. And don't forget some for yourself. I think it's my turn to gobble you up this time."