[MF] Used by a married MILF at the airport’s hotel

So… This happened a few days ago, and I’m still kind of riding the high of it, thanks to how awesome it felt. Note that we were talking in french, so everything is translated from memory.

I’m a man in my late twenties, chubby, average height, messy hair and glasses. Imagine a nerd – that’s me, but able to talk to people. Going abroad for work, I had to get a room in an hotel close to the airport, as my plane was in the early morning. I arrived around dinner time, went to my room for a quick shower, then downstairs to get something to eat. Of course, thanks to my luck, there were no free tables. I thought I would simply wait, when I noticed a lone lady waving at me, inviting me to join her.

She looked older than me, probably in her forties; definitely old enough to be called a Milf. She had mid-long dark hair and blue eyes, and the cutest little nose. She was wearing a very professional, formal work attire -a tight white shirt and a dark red pencil skirt. I thanked her for the invitation, and sat facing her. She smiled beautifully as I introduced myself.

Her name was Hannah. She also had an early plane the next day, to go back home. We made small talk throughout dinner, when I earned she was married with one teenage kid. As we kept talking, she grew flirtatious, both in words and actions. Thanks to the flow of the discussion, I let her know that I wasn’t really pro people cheating on their partner with me… which she answered by softly rubbing her foot against my leg, and I should have stopped her. But I didn’t. I hadn’t gotten laid in a while, and my second brain took over.

Dinner came to an end, and she wasted no time to invite me to her room, obviously to continue our conversation. She also offered to pay for my dinner, with a wink. That’s when her phone rang. Her husband was calling, and even though she answered all lovey dovey, she was obviously pissed. I could have used this opportunity to excuse myself and leave, but then I wouldn’t be writing this story, would I? I advised a pen and paper, on which I wrote my room number. I gave her the paper with a wink of my own, and left her to her family business.

About ten or fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on my door, followed by Hannah’s voice announcing herself. I invited her in, put a “Do not disturb” sign on the knob, then locked the door.

“I put my phone on mute” she said, putting her handbag down. I noticed she was also wearing heels which made her the same height as me. I got closer, and she put her arms around my neck, her mouth millimeters from mine.

“I understand if you don’t want to go too far with a married woman” she whispered. “But there are some things my husband doesn’t do that I miss.

– Like?” I whispered back, trying to steal a kiss. She let her lips brush against mine, then brought them to my ear.

“Get on your knees” she ordered in a whisper, and before realising, I did as I was told. She brushed my hair, then gently took my glasses off. She slowly undid her skirt to reveal that she was going commando, and a cleanly shaved pussy. “Enjoy your second dinner” she said, her hand pushing the back of my head. And enjoy I did, helped by the sweet taste of her juices.

As I was doing my job, I looked up to notice her taking off her shirt and bra, to reveal breasts slightly bigger than her hands, and a fit body. She was softly moaning, giving me some directions to make her feel better. Her hands grabbed my hair, and she moaned harder whilst calling me a good boy. I started rubbing my hands up her legs, and when I grabbed her ass, she pushed my face against her pussy, cumming all over it.

Once she came to, she pulled my face off her juicy haven, to look at me with delighted eyes. “Pull your tongue out” she told me, “and shove it into my cunt.” Before I could react though , she pushed my face forward, and all I could do was pull my tongue out for her to fuck.

As she used me, I could hear her moan things like “Yes! Just like that”, “Good boy” or “I’ve missed this so fucking much!” Soon enough, she was cumming again, and I had to hold her the best I could so she wouldn’t fall down. I stood up and helped her to the bed, where she promptly took her shoes off. “That was good” she said with a smile. “Now come here!” she added, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling me in for a kiss. She was aggressive, biting my lips, shoving her tongue inside my mouth, as if she hadn’t been kissed in a long time. She hold me against her body, and I felt her rubbing herself over my crotch. I was hard, and she liked it.

“Get back to work” she said, breaking our embrace. “And this time, use your fingers too.” Being a good boy, I did as I was told. One of her hands went back to play with my hair, the other one teasing her breasts and nipples. I sucked on her clit, my fingers moving around inside her pussy, looking for her sensitive spot. When she let out a gasp, I knew I had found it. I focused on that spot with my fingers, my mouth sucking harder on her clit, my free hand grabbing one of her breasts and pinching her nipple. She was getting increasingly louder, so much so that she had to grab a pillow to muffle her screams. She came harder than before, making a puddle on the sheets.

“You bastard!” she let out in a breath. She pulled me up for an even more aggressive kiss, taking my top off in the process. In the makeout, I end up lying on my back, Hannah on top of me. Without missing a bit, she turns around to put her pussy back where it doesn’t belong, but is most welcome -in my mouth. I feel her hands fondle around on my jeans, tracing the outline of my penis and rubbing it through the clothes. “Even though you said you don’t want to do too much with a married woman, you still got hard for me, you bad boy.” I couldn’t answer, my mouth being busy eating her out. “Let me help you with that.” Her cunt still rubbing over my mouth, she undid my trousers and took them off, together with my underwear, to reveal my hard cock oozing with precum.

“It’s a nice looking dick you got there. Much nicer than my husband’s.” I didn’t know nor care if she was telling the truth, but hearing that made me twitch uncontrollably. “You like when I talk about your dick, don’t you?” She stood up, and I was left there, my tongue hanging out of my mouth, not knowing what to do. “Sit up” she ordered, and I did so. She sat down behind me, and I felt her breath against my neck, and her breasts pressed against my back. Her hands were softly caressing my face and chest. She gently nibbled on my ear, then began whispering.

“You made me feel so good, now it’s my turn. You were such a good boy for me, it’s time to reward you.” She brought a finger to my mouth, and I started sucking on it without even thinking. Not that I was able to think at all at that moment. “I know you want me to touch your dick. I see it twitching. But not yet. I want to tease you first. I love teasing, but I’ve never been able to do too much. So tonight, I’m gonna enjoy having you all to myself. Wouldn’t you like that?” She took her finger off of my mouth, allowing me to answer. “Y-yes” I softly said in a breath, eagerly anticipating. “Good boy” she said, putting her finger back into my mouth. “Now close your eyes, and let me take care of everything.”

I closed my eyes, and at the same time, I felt her kissing my neck. She added a second finger in my mouth for me to suck, while the hand on my chest started playing with my nipples. “Tonight you’re my toy” she whispered in my ears in-between kisses, and I couldn’t help but moan through her fingers. “I’ll do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to a man.” My back arched as she twisted harder on a nipple. “You’re mine. All mine.” She was kissing one side of my neck then the other, alternating which ear she whispered into. “Good boy” she kept repeating, as I kept on moaning.

After what could have been an eternity or just a minute, she took her fingers out of my mouth. “ Look at them, so wet from your spit.” I wanted to answer, but she quickly put her other hand’s fingers in my mouth to suck on. “Can you guess where those are going?” I had an idea, but I was unable to answer. “Just look” she added, lowering them to my cock.

The moment she touched it, I felt a jolt of pleasure running through my body. My back arched even more, my hands grabbing the sheets. This made her laugh with delight. “Don’t cum yet” Hannah whispered. “You don’t want to ruin my fun, do you?” Indeed I didn’t want to, but she was making it very hard. She ran her two fingers all around my cock, randomly caressing it, while I could hear her call me a good boy repeatedly. I don’t know how I did not explode at that moment, she must really had had total control over me.

After a delicious yet torturous while, she took her other hand and put it on my balls, massaging them. My mouth being free at last, I moaned harder for her, saying “Hannah” over and over.

“Do you want to cum that badly?” she asked, teasingly.

“Yes! Please Hannah, let me cum!” I begged, over and over.

“You’re such a good boy” she whispered. “ But not yet” The hand caressing my cock stopped to grab it in her fist, squeezing hard. “I want to tease you some more first.” She put her other hand above the first, grabbing and squeezing more of my cock just as hard. “You’re mine” she whispered, before kissing my neck anew. That’s when her hands began moving.

She wasn’t going up and down to stroke me. No, she was rotating her hands around the shaft, not giving me what I wanted. I started moaning harder, begging her to stroke me, but she simply wouldn’t. When I tried humping my hips into her hands, she put her legs and feet over mine to keep me in place. I really was just a toy for her, and to say the truth, I was loving it. I gave up trying to move my hips, but I still kept on moaning and begging, to no avail.

Finally, after who knows how long, she stopped kissing my neck, and asked: “ Do you want to cum for me?” But even though I had been begging her, even though her hands were covered in my precum, I couldn’t say it. She somehow had left me wanted more, and she knew it.

Seeing that I wasn’t answering, she repeated her question, with an extra. “Do you want to cum for me? Or do you want to do more?” I knew what I wanted. I also knew what I really wanted.

“I want more” I begged in a whisper. She gave a good squeeze to my cock.

“ What do you mean by more? If you don’t say it, I can’t give it to you” she whispered back.

Well… I knew exactly what I meant by more. I still think it’s not a good idea to mess with married people, unless they are in an open relationship. And I don’t regret it. The moment I let her into my room, I had agreed to go against what I think. If it happened again, perhaps I wouldn’t answer to her flirting with me; perhaps I would stop it at flirting. But that day I didn’t, and despite what I think, it probably was for the best.

“I… I want” I stuttered. “I want you to fuck me” I eventually whispered. She answered by gently turning my head and kissing me, not as aggressively as before, but more passionately.

“ Are you sure?” she asked. “ I’m a married woman, you don’t have to do it.” I answered the same way she did, kissing her. “Good boy” she whispered when we her lips parted away. “ But first, there’s something we need to take care of.” Saying that, she began moving both her hands up and down my cock, and it didn’t take long before I came all over her hands and myself. My back was aching, I was moaning and screaming at the same time, and she was calling me a good boy over and over again.

When I had finally calmed down, she put her hands to her mouth, cleaning her cum covered fingers. She then stood up, holding my head before gently placing it down on the mattress. I was lying down, recovering from one of the most intense orgasm I had ever had, when I felt something wet and warm on my still half hard dick.

Looking down, I saw Hannah had gotten between my legs, and she was running her tongue up and down the shaft, as if she was cleaning it. I wanted to say something, but I was unable to talk. Thankfully, she understood what was going on.

“I know you’re sensitive right now” she said, looking up at me. “ I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” And gentle she was. She kept licking and kissing my penis and balls, while I layed there, softly moaning. I looked down a few times, and when our eyes met, she would smile at me.

After a moment of that treatment, I obviously got hard again. By then, she was going harder on me but kept only using her mouth, her hands being busy teasing her tits and pussy. As her head was bobbing up and down, I felt in heaven. She eventually stopped, kissing her way up to my lips.

“ I’m gonna take you know. Don’t move.” She put her hand on my cock, and guided it to the entrance of her drenched pussy. (PSA: always use a condom with a stranger. We didn’t. We should have. Luckily, nothing bad happened, to me at least) She moaned anew as my cock slowly entered her. She managed to work her way down, sitting on me, my dick entirely inside of her.

“ Don’t move” she said again.” You’re bigger than what I’m used to.” Maybe she was telling the truth about my size after all. She took her time to settle down, moaning as she did. When she was finally ready, she looked at me with a dirty smile. “ I hope you’re ready.”

Hannah began riding me back and forth, moaning uncontrollably. I grabbed her hips and moaned together with her. There wasn’t much talking done anymore. It was only raw, primal lust, two beings fucking for pleasure.

Teasing me must have made her really excited, because she quickly came. But she didn’t stop fucking me. She took my hands and hold them down above my head, then started moving alternatively up and down or in circles. I started moving my hips as well, but she swiftly stopped me. “ You asked me to fuck you, so don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to.” She then kissed me, and fucked me harder.

“ Fuck!” Her hands had let go of mine to go on my chest, and she was moaning even harder, not trying to hide her pleasure. “ This is the best cock I’ve had in years!” As she said that, she began going harder and harder. At that point, she was really using me like a toy. And I loved it. She quickly came again with a screaming orgasm, that I quieted down by bringing her close for another kiss. She eventually calmed down, her hips only softly moving on top of me, our lips still locked together. She was the one who broke the kiss.

“ You want to cum again, don’t you?” She was looking at me, looking damn sexy, covered in a mix of our sweats.

“ Yes… Please Hannah…” I started begging.

“I want you to do it inside .” I looked at her with shocked. She was a married woman, a mother even. And she wanted me to…

“I don’t care. I’m on the pill.” She leaned down to whisper into my ear. “I want you to fuck me hard with your big, hard dick until we both cum together, you inside of me.” I still wasn’t sure, though my dick was. She put her face in front of me, and I saw it in her eyes. I saw that she desperately wanted it, and that I could trust her. So I started pounding from underneath, and she started moaning.

I was holding her against me, fucking her with all my might, and she had her arms around my head, her hips fucking me back. We were moaning each other’s name in between kisses, lost in the moment. It didn’t take me long to reach the edge.

“ I’m gonna cum” I said in a moan.

“ Me too!” she answered, following with a kiss.

We kept our lips together until we came, both at the same time. If we hadn’t been kissing, we would have probably woken up the whole hotel. I felt like I came even harder than the first time, and I think she had her hardest one too. We stayed like that for a moment, embracing and kissing each other, enjoying the after sex bliss.

“I need a shower” I whispered, breaking the moment. Without a word, she stood up, took my hand, and we went inside the shower together. We softly made out under the water, washing each other. When we finally left, we were both still obviously in a high, but not lusty anymore.

She went through her bag to take out a little medication box, out of which she took a pill. She threw it to me to check. “I trusted you anyway, you know.” I told her.

“ Better safe than sorry” she answered in a smile.

We chatted a little bit after, and I learned that it wasn’t the first time she cheated. I told her what I thought, and she said that even though she agrees it’s bad, she can’t help it. We parted with a hug, and wished each other good night. Though it was going to be a short one.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bf1qjg/mf_used_by_a_married_milf_at_the_airports_hotel