Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

It took me a second to realize the strangled sound came from my own throat as Brooke slid one hand down the edge of her blouse, letting the fingers trail along the firm swell of her cleavage. My eyes followed the motion as she dragged the material down ever so slightly, giving me a glimpse of the edge of her pale nipple before she slid the hand down to smooth out her skirt. I tried to speak, but my throat had seized up, and I couldn’t get the words out, so I just nodded. Her dark eyes alighted with pleasure when I did, and I felt my body tremble at the heated promise they held.

“And did you read every single stipulation and clause in the contract you signed?” Her words were a breathy whisper, and I almost had to lean forward to hear her.

“I… thought so,” I said finally.

“I think you missed Section 17, subparagraph B. It’s the section that deals with our monthly meetings to discuss the state of affairs at Whitaker Industries and your pay.”

“I may have skimmed it,” I said, “It was pretty dense stuff.”

“Let me get it for you,” her eyes twinkled as she bent down and pulled out a folder from her leather bag and opened it to a particular page, “Let see here, ahh yes… ‘After the 1st of the month and no later than the 3rd of the month, the above parties shall meet and discuss the current state of affairs of Company A. This meeting shall concern all decisions the proxy has made on behalf of Mr. Connor Whitaker. During the course of this meeting, the proxy shall make her person available to the Young Master. In accordance with her employment contract and her own express wishes. If the Young Master fails to demonstrate acceptable growth, then the proxy has the right to extend the contract another year.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, “You can extend this shit another year?

My heart began to race as she tossed the folder aside and turned back to me, licking her lips.

“It means that I am yours, one day a month until the year is out and then every day after, when you so desire. My body, my mind, my everything, is yours, Young Master.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, my mind not able to fully comprehend what she was saying, it was just too incredible and strange. “What do you mean by, you’re mine?”

“He’s just not getting it, is he Ava?” Brooke said with a small smile and a shake of her head.

“You’re offering a kid who never ate sugar, a whole pie,” the driver said in a thick southern accent, “Spell it out for the Young Master, Mistress… and hurry, we only have two more hours left on the drive, and you promised me a show.”

“You’ll get your show, you wicked slut,” Brooke said, her voice playful but her eyes never leaving mine, “Very well Young Master, I’ll lay it out for you, but soon I’ll expect you to assume your rightful place. Do you know why Ava and I refer to you as the Young Master?” She didn’t wait for me to respond as she went on, sliding across the bench seat and drawing closer to me, “It’s not because of what you are, it’s because of what you will become. We all see it in you, your father did too. I want to serve that man, and I’m willing to give my life and body to see you become the best version of yourself, because that man… that man will change the world.

“What I’m saying Connor,” she said sliding to the edge of her seat and reaching out and placing a warm hand on my knee, causing me to shiver in please and want to crawl inside my own body in anxiety and embarrassment, “Is that I want you to begin your education right here and now… with me.”

“You mean,” I swallowed hard, unable to continue as she slid across the small gap and pressed herself beside me in the back seat, I moved against the door and glanced up to see Ava’s grinning eyes dancing between the road and us.

“I mean, I want you… I want you bad,” her voice was laced though with a husky need that sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, “And I won’t take no for an answer.”

Brooke seemed to writhe as she pressed her warm body against me, her hand sliding up to grip my coat, drawing my attention to her face. I’d been avoiding looking into her eyes, and now that I did, I felt a swelling of such riotous emotions sweep through me.

I was pressed into a corner, literally, by her attentions and desire, and I reacted as any animal would when trapped, I lashed out. Only not in anger, my wild teenage passions swept through me, and I grabbed her hip clumsily and pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss was awkward at first, and I nearly backed away, but then she melted into me, and I stopped thinking for a second as I enjoyed the feel of her. My trembling fingers slid over the firm flesh of her hip, and I registered once more, just how gorgeous this woman was, light years beyond any of the girls I’d had crushes on in the past. Then my anxiety and fear crept in, and I pushed her away, breathing heavily as I stared into her eyes.

“Wait, we can’t,” I began, but she pushed my arms aside and reaching up, slipped her hands to either side of my head, licking her lips as her eyes burned with lust and desire

“Shut up, Connor,” she said, silencing me, then her eyes softened, and she pressed trembling lips to mine, her whisper for me alone, “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby… please… don’t make me beg…” Her eyes flashing with wicked delight as she went on, “But I will, if that’s what you like…”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth, part joy, part disbelief, and she grinned back, pulling me down atop her. I forgot about the driver watching us. I forgot that the woman was ten years older than me and the picture of corporate elegance. I was lost in the smell and feel of her body, the taste of her lips, and her exploring hands. They sent shivers of pleasure through me as they slipped under my jacket and pulled my shirt free of my pants. Her cool fingers made me flinch for a second as they came in contact with the skin of my stomach, then she was fumbling free the buckle of my pants and pushing my shirt and jacket off me.

My hand came in contact with the bare flesh of her ass, and I started and glanced down to see she had wiggled free of her own panties, and her skirt was bunched around her waist. I saw my first real pussy, shaven and dripping, and realized this was really happening. Brooke pulled me between her legs, her movements desperate. She was on her back on the backseat of the limo, slender legs spread wide, blouse twisted around.

“Please, I need to feel you…” she whispered in my ear as her warm hand encircled my cock. My breath caught at the feeling, even better than I dreamed, as she stroked its rock-hard length slowly and pulled my hips closer, “It’s ok… we have plenty of time… for every… thing… else… oh, Connor!”

I nearly came right there as she pressed the head of my cock against her wet lips and moaned my name. Then I was transported to paradise itself, as I felt the hot folds part and my cock embraced by warm wet heaven.

“Ohhh,” I breathed, realizing I was inside her.

My hips began to move on their own, my body responding by instinct. I was holding myself up on the seat with my hands, and Brooke grinned as my dick slid into her, and she bit her lips as she pulled me closer. Our lips met, and I held on to her tightly, I could feel the orgasm boiling up in my balls, the incredible feeling too much for me.

“Cumming… cumming… cumming!” Brooke cried out into my mouth, her hands on the sides of my face as she shuddered beneath me.

Her pussy tightened on my cock, fluttering in incredible ways, and I could no longer hold back my own orgasm. For one second, I felt panic as my cock began to spurt its seed into her, and I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around my hips and drew me in deeper.

“In me… cum in me… god, I can feel it, mhmm… Jesus, I needed that,” she said with a lazy grin.

I was panting, my whole body trembling, as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me. I could feel her tightness massaging my cock, and I began to stiffen again. I stared at her beautiful face in amazement, and she grinned, wiggling beneath me as she moved us around on the seat.

“That was… Jesus…” I said as I sat up on the back seat. I felt a deep flush of embarrassment when I caught Ava up front staring at my hard and cum slick cock.

“We aren’t done yet,” Brooke said as she undid the button on her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders, I couldn’t help but stare at her large firm breasts, held in her lacy black bra, “I have so much more to show you before we arrive.”

She grinned at me and licked her lips as she unhooked the bra and dropped it to the side, watching my face with a growing smile as I stared at the perfect pair of breasts before me. Then she sat forward and pushed her skirt off her hips and down her legs, her breasts jiggling deliciously as she moved. She gave me a look that said, ‘What’s keeping you?’ and I pulled my shirt off and kicked aside my pants.​