I’m Dan. I’m in my late thirties, I’ve been going to the gym for a while now, and I’m pleased with the results, as my torso at least is a *bit* muscled – I started with fairly broad shoulders, but you can now kind of, sort, of see a 6-pack too. I’ve got a fairly girthy cock, it’s an average length, but I’m also circumcised so it looks a bit bigger than it is!
Molly is – I’d guess – in her late 40s, maybe 50. She seemed pretty cheery, and had light coloured hair – somewhere between red and blonde, I’m not sure if it was natural – down to her shoulders, and she was definitely a BBW; there was clearly a massive set of breasts beneath her jumper, although she wasn’t dressed in a way that emphasised them. She had a really broad country accent, and a dirty laugh, and I didn’t know why, but when I first met her, but she really reminded me of someone. I also got the impression immediately that she was a bit of a dirty slapper (and not in a bad way…), but again, I just didn’t know why I got that impression. I learned her name fairly late on, but I’m going to call her Molly from the outset for the sake of reading and writing!
For writing this up, I did a bit of googling for British milfs, British bbws, etc., I realise that she looks a bit like Marie Melons (or Melons Marie, I don’t know)… and I don’t just mean that as a visual guide for this Gonewild. I realise that I’ve seen a clip of her before and I think that’s maybe *why* I got that familiar feeling when I met Molly – because she reminded me of a porn clip I’d seen. Oops. Ah well, it worked out that way anyway!
A bit of background, first, with action at the xxx lines:
Some shitty family stuff came up; I took a week off work, booked myself into a hotel in my old hometown, and arranged to do the admin stuff at that point (it’s not a family loss, just stuff I could do without).
On the Monday, I set off later than I meant to, and with traffic, I got to my hotel a few hours late; I was pretty frazzled. I dumped my stuff, and as I was already behind on where I wanted to be, I just went to the hotel bar, ordered food, and checked e-mails on my phone while I ate. After I’d finished eating, I decided I’d grab a drink – I figured I deserved it – and went up to the bar. While I was waiting for my drink, a woman – Molly – who’d been sitting at another table joined me, and asked “Alright? How’s your evening going, then?”
Like I say above, I got the impression that she was into me, but to be honest, I wasn’t in the mood. I was irritated and tired, and I had enough to do that I was feeling a little overwhelmed, and wanted more time to carry on with that, so I just said “Yeah, not great – lots of work to do. How’re you?” She was fine, and when the barman gave me my drink, I said “I’m going to get on. Good to meet you.” and went back to my seat, and carried on working. Went to bed when I was done, felt a bit guilty about giving her the brush-off.
Tuesday – carried on working, sometimes in my room, sometimes in the bar ordering coffee. Got lunch in the hotel. Met up with some family members in the afternoon. Bumped into Molly when I got back to the hotel, she was going out – I smiled and said “Hey, how’s it going?” I just wanted to be nice, given that I’d been a bit of a dick to her before. She smiled back, and said “Good. You?” “Yeah, getting there!”. We went our separate ways.
Wednesday – worked in the morning, had lunch somewhere else, more family in the afternoon – and got everything resolved! Massive relief, weight off my shoulders. I ate in the hotel, didn’t see Molly, assumed she’d left the hotel – still felt guilty for being a dick.
Thursday – lovely day. Went out for a long walk, didn’t get back to the hotel ’til late afternoon, had a cheeky afternoon drink. Decided to eat in the hotel and watch football in the bar while I ate. After I’d finished eating, I went to get another drink, and realised that Molly was still here – she’d been eating in the bar at a table behind me.
She was wearing dark trousers, and either a pink or red sweater – once again, she wasn’t dressed to the nines, she wasn’t *showing off* her body, but it was clear that she had the right curves in the right places.
Instead of getting another drink, I settled my bill, went over to her table, introduced myself, and asked if I could I could buy her a drink by way of apology; she said “‘Course you can, my love” so I went back to the bar, but changed my mind and came back to her. “Actually – do you fancy some bubbly? I’m in the mood to celebrate, if you fancy joining me.” She laughed, but agreed, so I went back to the bar, and realised… I don’t order Prosecco, usually. Does getting a glass each look cheap? Is getting a bottle excessive? I erred on the side of caution, and bought the bottle.
I came back to the table, put the glasses down, and went to pour, but before I could, she held out her hand and said “Before you do that…” I looked at her “…we could just take it upstairs.” I was surprised – she had moved *so fast* – but obviously, that was fine with me.
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I nodded, picked up the bottle and glasses, and followed her out of the bar to the lift; once we were in, I leaned forward and kissed her. It was a long, wet kiss, and I assumed she’d put her arms around my neck, but instead, she moved her hand across my crotch and started stroking my cock through my jeans. We broke apart as the lift slowed, and I followed her to her room.
I put the bottle and glasses on the table, and we kissed again while I took my jacket off, then Molly grabbed the Prosecco and drank straight from the bottle, then kissed me firmly again, even wetter than before, I could taste the bubbly on her lips.
She started to undo my shirt, but struggled with one hand, so I did it myself; she put the bottle down, and pulled off her sweater and her top underneath, so she was wearing just her bra, then took that off too. I love BBWs – her tits were *massive*. They had to be Ds to Fs. They must have been. She smiled, grabbed the bottle again, and poured a little on my chest, then licked it off. I laughed, then she turned her face upwards and we kissed passionately again, while I took the bottle back. When we broke away, I took a long swig from the bottle and watched her tits wobble while she took off her trousers; when she was done, I poured a little fizz on her right tit and licked it off, then moved over to her left tit and skipped the bubbly, just going straight to licking and sucking the flesh at the top of her boob. I put the bottle down and bent further over, taking both tits in my hands and squeezing and playing with them while I licked and sucked her nipples and Molly sighed in satisfaction.
I carried on fondling her as she reached down and undid my belt, and pulled my trousers and boxers down a bit, my cock springing out. She let go when she struggled to undress me more with the angle we were standing at, so I let go of her tits and pulled my trousers and boxers down and off, getting rid of my shoes and socks too, while Molly had another swig from the bottle.
“I do like your cock” she said, before taking a mouthful of Prosecco and getting on her knees in front of me. I noticed that she hadn’t swallowed and sure enough, my cock was surrounded with fizz as she started to suck me off. “Holy shit,” I gasped, as she moved slowly back and forward, her lips, tongue, and the bubbling sensation feeling kind of uncomfortable but amazing at the same time, “fucking hell”. I think it would have been a good blowjob without the fizz, but this was fucking *sensational*.
Molly gagged, and stopped moving for a moment, took a deep breath through her nose, and swallowed the prosecco while my cock was still in her mouth – amazing, both the sensation and her control! She looked at me and asked “Right, big lad, are we ready to fuck?” “Yeah, but… can you do that again?”
She laughed, but she still took another swig of Prosecco and started blowing me again. I did my best to focus, and I grabbed my jacket, then my wallet, then finally a condom, having to pause every so often as the sensations around my cock distracted me. Molly swallowed again, and said “Come on , then” standing up. I put the condom on, then I held onto her waist as we kissed again.
I waked her backwards to the couch – I don’t know why we didn’t use the bed – we both stumbled a little in our excitement but got there. As she sat down, I knelt between her legs, then we positioned ourselves clumsily, Molly lying down and me kneeling. I slid my cock inside her as we both moaned, then I repositioned again above and got on top of her.
I started fucking her, she moved her hips as I thrust into her. I rode her slowly, but firmly, and she moaned, then started using an aggressive grunting moan combination as I went harder. She held on to me – she was a gripper, holding onto my shoulders with enough strength to pinch the skin a bit, and I pushed myself up and held onto the couch for leverage as I thrust into her.
It was like the frustration of the week came out – the delays and traffic and crap from the start of the week made me pound harder, the crap admin stuff made me pound *harder,* she got louder ever time I increased, then she moved a hand to grab my ass and she started adding “That’s it” and “Oh yeah, big lad” to her moans, spurring me on. I started moaning too, “Oh God” and “Oh yeah” as I got closer, even her grip being too tight encouraged me on as I drove my cock into her like I was fucking the couch beneath, she gave up on words as her groans and grunts became louder gasps, with every thrust I felt her pussy sliding up and down my shaft, I could see her tits wobble, and a slapping sound echoed round the room with our cries like we were punishing each other. I reached the end and as I felt my load shoot from the base of my cock to the tip our moans changed again, both of us moving to a wordless “ahhh Ahhh AHHH *AAAAaaahhhh aaaaahh… aaahhhhhh*” as we came at the same time.
I slowed and stopped, completely spent; both of us were damp with sweat and breathing heavily. I got off her and sat upright, and stroked her leg while we got our breath back. The condom around my deflating cock was filled with cum, and was soaking wet, Molly’s juices were even on my balls – I wondered if she’d squirted, but maybe I’d never know. Molly murmed “…fuck me…” while she lay on the couch, chest heaving, and I stumbled to the bathroom, chucked the condom in the bin, and cleaned myself up. I came back and lay on the bed while Molly did the same… and woke up in the morning. Molly – or maybe myself, without realising – had pulled the covers over me, and I’d been asleep for hours. Molly was asleep next to me.
I think the stress of the week, and that good hard fuck, was what I needed to get the best night’s sleep… in as long as I can remember, to be honest.
I *really* needed a piss, so got up and went to the bathroom quickly – I could hear Molly stir behind me – and when I came out again, she was wide awake. She was wearing a black nightie, but I couldn’t see a lot of it.
“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” she said, “I think you needed that sleep.” “To be honest,” I replied, getting back under the covers, “I think I needed everything from last night. Thank you.”
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We leaned forward and gave each other a peck on the lips – then another, then a deeper kiss with tongues and we were holding onto each other, hands sliding over each other until I settled with my left arm around Molly, and my right hand inside her nightie playing with her boob. Molly grasped my cock and started pumping it like it was the end of a handjob rather than the start.
“Get a condom.” she whispered. I nodded, detached myself from her, then went through my wallet. And my inside jacket pocket. Then looked on the ground. No condom. Fuck. FUCK. Fucking idiot. Can’t believe I was so unprepared.
I went back to the bed, and admitted “There isn’t a condom. Maybe I can do something for you.” I kissed her, then her neck, and chest, and pushed her onto her back, then pushed her nightie up a bit so that I could rest my hands on her stomach, and kiss it in a few places, before moving down, kissing her pussy, and playing with her with my tongue before sliding my finger inside her.
She started to moan, quietly at first, then a bit louder, and reached one of her hands to the back of my head; I thought she’d play with my hair, but she pulled me closer in to her pussy and held the back of my head quite tightly as she moaned louder some more. She definitely knows what she likes!
I thought my technique was slightly off with this new position, my tongue playing inside her pussy and on the lips, and my finger sliding in and out, but at a slight angle, and only my nose occasionally brushing against her clit, but Molly liked it and her moans got deeper until she came with a grunt. She didn’t squirt, but her pussy got *exceptionally* wet. Explains the state of my cock the night before.
I wiped my mouth and lay next to her for a minute or two, then she pulled her nightie off and rolled onto her side, and we started kissing – we went right back to where we were before I got up, with Molly roughly pumping my cock and me enjoying her tit in my hand.
She pushed me onto my back and starting giving me head – her lips sliding up and down my cock *did* feel good, even without the Prosecco from the night before – but I told her “I want to play with your tits again.” She laughed, but she did what I wanted – she crawled up the bed so that I could reach both her tits, fumbling and squeezing them, and sliding her nipples between my fingers, while she went back to vigorously pumping my cock by hand.
I moaned, and Molly said “Tell me when you’re close, big man.” She kept pumping me as I got closer and closer, and finally I gasped “I’m going to cum” and she let go, said “Let’s have it then big lad” and lay on her back. I rolled and pushed myself onto my knees next to her and she scooped her tits into her hands and wobbled them as I wanked myself off, Molly groaning out “That’s it. Oh yeah. That’s it, big lad” while I grunted as my spunk splashed across her tits.
She is – absolutely – the filthiest woman I’ve ever been with.
We cleaned ourselves up, had showers and got dressed – and we said our goodbyes. We still exchanged numbers; I’m a few hours from my old hometown, and Molly’s a few hours further down the road from that, so we were honest about probably not seeing each other again – but we thought it was worth it just in case (I’ve *not* pushed a casual thing before, and I regretted it).
Leaving my hometown again felt like a massive weight had been lifted – like I’d fucked all the stress out of me – so thankyou, Molly, wherever you are now!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yfkb7w/hotel_milf_makes_everything_better_mf_bbw