Misc. Erotica MILF Apartments

I felt a flush of embarrassment at the question, it had just slipped out, but she drew her top open, showing her lacy black bra and pausing for a second, giving the question thought. Then a shiver ran through her, and she nodded.

“Yes… sir.” She licked her lips, and once more, I saw the fear of rejection wash through her, but I could only grin harder, stroking my cock slowly.

Her fear disappeared when she saw my cock throb with hardness. This was all going to even kinkier places, but I was resolved to stay open-minded and go with it.

My cock was growing harder as her body was revealed to me one perfect part at a time. She was a pale tan all over, except her bikini line—even her breasts, evidence that she went to tanning beds but wore bottoms. The slight tan to her breasts only made the pale pink of her areolas stand out all the more, capped in big hard nipples that made my mouth water to see. She was a big D-cup, with just a bit of sag, but they looked even more prominent on her slender frame.

She drew on the strapped garment with practiced ease, and by some magic I didn’t see, locked it in place. In a moment, she presented herself before me. Hands clasped before herself nervously.

I didn’t hesitate.

Stepping up, I slid my hands around her waist, drawing her close, staring at her face, a little smile of delight, tugging my lips. She was surprised by the move and rested her hands on my chest, looking up at me with a bemused smile.

“Do you have a safe word or something nonverbal?” I asked gently.

“Oh… umm… rosebud? Or a snap of the fingers…” She said, trembling slightly.

“Thank you,” I said, and she could see from my eyes that I meant a whole lot more. A single tear trembled in her eyes as she smiled back then she gasped hard as I slapped her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned out as she breathed out the gasp of surprise.

“Get on the bed, mommy-slave!” I growled in her ear, letting my fingers twist in her hair for one second before I released her.

She leaped onto the bed, unable to suppress the giggle of pleasure as it escaped her throat. I turned to glace at her, and she froze, laying still and pressing her lips together, suppressing a grin of pleasure. I fought to keep mine off my face, too, as I turned to grab several things out of her closet.

I looked at her lying there and took in the shape of her heavy steel frame. Really thinking through the problem, I opted to get the soft wrist cuffs and leather straps. She gave a token struggle as I cuffed her ankles and wrists, an eager and nervous smile on her lips the whole time. Finally, I had her tied down, wrists above her head and legs tied so that her ankles were strapped back to her thighs.

She lay there, knees up in the air, feet planted flat on the mattress and arms stretching up above her head as I knelt beside her. She struggled, really pulling on the straps, but they held her fast. She was able to roll over, but not bring her hands down below her chin.

She was panting when I finally rolled her over and slapped her ass hard, with regular spanks that left red prints on the skin. Her ass was up in the air, her face down on the mattress when I whipped the ball gag around and surprised her by strapping it in place. Her eyes went wide as I pressed two fingers into her soft meaty pussy. The blond hair glistened with wetness, and the sound of her squelching pussy filled the room. I made it extra obscene as I fingered and teased her pussy.

Elizabeth struggled mightily against her bonds, her moans of pleasure growing in time with her inability to get free. I buried my face in her pussy, feasting on her engorged clit. She screamed in pleasure into her ball gag, and I felt her beginning to cum, the quivering sensation beginning deep in her belly. I worked her with steady pressure, loving the taste of her as she shuddered beneath my ministrations.

When her orgasms hit, the screams cut off, and she froze, body locked up in orgasmic bliss. She toppled to the side, and I eased her down. Cradling her to me as the shudders began and the guttural moans into the ball gag, saliva pooling out around it.

“That was your freebie,” I said, once she had calmed down enough to gaze up at me, “You’re gonna beg me for the next one.”

I saw my excited grin reflected in her eyes as cruelty, and she moaned loudly into her ball gag and rolled onto her back, spreading her tied up legs wide, wet pussy spreading. I knelt and gazed down at her sexy body and stroked my cock. Straddling her chest, I pulled her tits around its length.

Her eyes flared with pleasure, and her lips worked around the gag. Once more, she struggled to pull her hands down, moaning in frustrations when she couldn’t and wiggling in pleasure. I pulled her big soft tits around my cock and slowly slid my cock in and out. It was too dry, though, and didn’t feel that great.

Reaching up, I popped off the ball gag, surprising Elizabeth.

“Wha-!” She was about to speak, and I slid my cock into her saliva smeared mouth.

“Need lube,” I said, “get it wet.”

She sucked my cock into her mouth, deep, coating it with her saliva, running her tongue all over down to my balls. I nearly came right there, but I concentrated on reaching back and teasing her pussy with my fingers. Her clit was so engorged it felt like a hard-little button.

When my dick was slick, I pulled it out of her mouth.

“Thank you, s-!” She cut off, eyes wide as the ball gag slipped back into place.

“God, you have amazing tits,” I said as I wrapped the big soft tan boobs around my cock.

It took a little finagling to get into a comfortable position and rhythm, and at one point, my little slave decided to wiggle and be difficult, earning herself a good hard spanking that nearly sent her over the edge. I was careful never to let her cum, edging her to the point and then back down, letting her grow more and more frustrated.

I was a kid with a new toy as I fucked her breasts, marveling at the odd soft sensation. Finally, I could take no more, and I crawled down between her legs and eased my cock into her soft, wet, open pussy.

“Oh, mommy…” I moaned, loving the flare of passion in her eyes when I said the wicked word, “your pussy feels so good… so wet and hot… mhmm.”

Holding myself up with my hand, I fucked her with slow, steady strokes. Then I rolled her to the side and pressed her legs together. I knelt behind her and slid into her tight pussy, and she moaned out in a loud cry of pleasure into the gag, pulling down on the restraints. The angle was grinding my dick on her g-spot, I realized.

Pulling out slowly, she moaned loudly. I paused halfway out of her, and she panted, straining to shift her hips, but I held her in place. She hovered on the edge of orgasm, agonizingly close but not over the edge as I dragged my cock out of her tightness ever so slowly.

My dick was throbbing, nearly about to burst itself, and I paused, letting myself cool down. I ran my thumb up Elizabeth’s puffy blond pussy lips, and it was coated in her wetness. Sliding the thick head of my dick back into her ever so slowly, she struggled once again on the bonds, whimpering. I slid my wet thumb over her tight brown hole, and she jerked back sharply.

She flashed me a glare, and I paused my movements but kept my thumb there, my dick still easing into her. My thumb rubbed harder, massaging her firmly, and her eyes flashed with anger, and she pulled hard at the restraints. She twisted her hips to try and get away, but she was skewered with my cock.

I looked at her hands, to see if she might give her non-verbal safe word, but she gripped the straps with both hands, pulling hard and twisting her soft pussy around my cock. I grinned down at her and kneeling there reached up with one hand to take her throat.

It was a bit awkward in that position, and she helped me out, whipping her hair aside and offering me her neck. For one moment there, we broke out of our little kinky play and flashed each other smiles of wild excitement just barely contained. Then I took her neck in a firm grip and held her in place as I pressed down on her ass.​