Daddies Brat

I was sitting in the same chair in which I had sat last time, and she sat on the leopard skin-covered sofa. We drank wine and it was a good bottle, and we chatted. I wanted to know more about her, but not too much; not yet at least, and I did not want to ask her. I wanted to see what she would volunteer and I knew that she would know exactly the right amount to tell me for now. I was curious about her husband.

‘I expect I’m not your first ripe old lady,’ she said.

‘No, but you are the oldest.’

‘And the ripest?’

‘Yes!’

‘Good. There are men I have met and spent time with who just do it for the easy sex, and that’s fine. At my age, I take what I can get, but what I like most is meeting a young man like you, who is with me because he desires mature women. I only invite the ones like you back for a second time. Guys like you are worth getting to know; as long as you fuck well.

The others are just one-time encounters. Do you have a girlfriend?’Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘And she is your age?’

‘Yes. Two years younger in fact.’

‘And attractive?’

‘Yes.’

And you have nice sex together?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why would a man of your age who has an attractive young woman for his girlfriend, and with whom you have nice sex, want to spend time with a woman like me? That is the question that many people would ask. You and I know the answer, and it has been the great discovery of my advanced years that some young men desire above all else a woman like me. I don’t try to understand why; it is enough for me that they do. I love sex and I love having sex with young men.’

She had raised her eyebrows momentarily when she said ‘nice sex.’

‘I have always liked older women,’ I said.

‘Don’t tell me too much about yourself yet, and don’t tell me about your girlfriend. I don’t want to know anything about the young woman we are betraying, and I will only tell you a little of my husband; as we are betraying him too, though it is different with him, as I will explain later.’ She paused and then said ‘But, if we were not together now, we would be betraying ourselves.’

It was just as I saw it. It makes me a deceiver and a cheat, but my conscience is never troubled by my infidelities. When I step out, I step beyond the usual accountability; so does she and we both make ourselves accountable to Eros only.

‘My husband knows what I do, but he does not want to have it waved under his nose. He is older than me and is no longer interested in sex. When we were younger we were swingers and he enjoyed watching me with other men. Now he does not, but he is generous enough to allow me to indulge myself, and I repay his generosity by not insulting him by leaving evidence of my entertainment, which he might find. And as you can see,’ she added ‘he is generous in many ways.’ She looked around the trashy, though expensively decorated room as she said it.

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘Would you like more wine?’ she asked.

I said that I would and she went to the cabinet again and poured us another glass each and returned to the sofa. Putting her glass down on the small table that was beside her leg and in front of the sofa, and still holding my glass of wine in her hand, she said

‘Come and sit next to me.’

I stood and went to the sofa and sat down.

‘How often do you do this?’

‘As often as I can,’ she replied, ‘but I will tell you about that another time.’

As she said it, she reached across to my crotch, unzipped my trousers, slid her fingers into my open fly, fished for my cock, and pulled it out. It was already hard.

‘I have been looking forward to seeing him again,’ she said and gazed for a moment at my tool.

Her fingers gently stroked my helmet and I looked into her eyes, and she looked back into mine. She sipped her wine and then put it down took a cigarette and gestured to me to light it for her. I took my lighter from my pocket and lit her cigarette.

‘Thank you,’ she said with a grin, ‘you are a gentleman. And I am a dirty and very demanding old slut.’

She pulled on her cigarette and I felt a dark thrill pass through me as I heard her call herself a ‘dirty and demanding old slut.’

She stopped caressing my cock and took up her glass of wine and brought it to within a half-inch of the erect knob. She put her cigarette into her mouth and holding it between her lips, dipped two fingers and her thumb into the wine and then wiped the wine around my helmet. She repeated this little ritual three times, gently rubbing more wine over the purple bulb and down my shaft. Then she took a gulp and put the glass down, swallowed the wine, pulled on her cigarette, and as she exhaled the blue, grey smoke, her head descended towards my cock and a cloud of smoke hung and slowly began to billow around him, and I felt her lips slipping over my helmet and down my shaft. She took four inches of my cock into her warm, wet wine-drenched, and smoky mouth and pulled in her cheeks and sucked, and her tongue ran slowly up and down its underside.

She came up and released my cock from her mouth and pulled on her cigarette again and this time took him back into her mouth, though without allowing him to touch her at all, and breathed out. I watched as her smoke drifted slowly from her mouth and tumbled about my cock and balls and then slowly began to rise. She withdrew again and sighed

‘Good wine, cigarettes, and cock; life’s pleasures.’

Then her mouth encircled my cock and she began to suck me off. She was still dressed, but she lifted her leg so that her black-covered crotch was exposed. By lifting myself forward a little I could see the outline of her cunt. A patch of her juice was forming there, making the black crotch of her tight leggings blacker, and it was as though her cunt was trying to burn its way through the material. My hand reached towards it and it was sweet torture that it could not quite reach. She stopped sucking my cock for a moment to say

‘Don’t worry, darling. I will give you all of it soon.’