Mature The Book Signing

The next day we were awakened by a crack of sunlight pushing its way through the curtains. It was all "up n' into the shower" for us both. We needed to be fresh and presentable for those next endless lines of people that would inevitably be downstairs wanting photos and scribbles in their books. We also in dire need coffee and breakfast.

In hoping for a miracle but there it was... my boner playing Jack Sparrow's compass, all goofy and making no goddamned sense. I mean SHIT, I'd drained it in Brittni for half a night and it was STILL stiff as Grandpa's back after he cleaned out his garage.

I scooped Britt up as soon as the curtain was pulled behind us; snatching up her little pixie ass as easy as if she were a loofah sponge. I hooked her legs over my arms and she wrapped her arms around my neck as she lowered her pussy down onto my dong. We executed a standing shower fuck; hot spray raining down upon us as the air filled with steam and gasps.

It was a good long hard poke but sure enough; just like the night before, when we both shook and climaxed I still had my pesky petrified pussy poker standing problematic and proud. Britt suggested that we switch positions for a little showertime anal sex. She grabbed her ankles as I slewed my cockhead to her anus with the help of a some lube.

What followed was a good solid anal rut that ended with her hollering into the bath tiles and me growling my way through a nice hard cum; sending a wholesome load of penis pudding up her rectum, (not that it did anything to alleviate my hardon other than give it a slight droop. I knew that the slightest touch from Britt would make it painfully stiff so I washed my woodie a couple steps back from her. Afterwards I toweled off at a safe distance. Can you imagine a girl like Britt and you are fucking AFRAID of touching her? That was my predicament.

After shaving the time came for me to put on clothes. It was then I realized I'd have difficulty hiding my wood in any kind of business slacks or pants. Britt saw my dilemma and after putting on a skirt and blouse, she took the liberty of rummaging through my bags. A moment later she found what she was looking for and held them aloft.

"Here Baby," she giggled, "toss these on."

A pair of my sweatpants hit me in the face. These were the LAST things I'd need to be wearing if I were to hide my "problem."

"Ermmm Britt," I said, looking at her like she'd made a bad joke, "very funny but I need to hide this thing... not advertise to the world it's there!"

"Silly," she said, "that's the point. You are going to a book signing with a long line of old blue hairs and frumpy middle-aged housewives who want you to sign a copy of an erotic novel you wrote. It would be sexy as FUUUUCKKK if the author of the book sports as much hard wood as the hero swordsmen in his stories. Think about it, its what makes these ladies all wet and gushy. They have husbands who probably haven't touched them in months... and then only with something as limp as soggy spaghetti. They probably have hubby's who fall asleep on the couch at quarter to nine each night, leaving them with the dishes to do, their vibrators, and your books. Give them a little fantasy... hell, BE that fucking fantasy!"

"Really?"

"Really," she said, "now get those on. You'll be like an oversexed woman with constant titty hardons who forgot her bra for a cookout and now she has every man in the neighborhood staring... only with gender roles in reverse! I can't think of a better of advertising to a female audience. It's the sweatpants challenge and trust me baby, you'll meet it and then some!"

So it was settled. A few minutes later, we'd gathered everything we thought we'd need for the day and were riding the elevator down to breakfast. As a joke I'd pressed the lobby-floor button with my stiffie beneath my sweatpants. It got a chuckle and a snort out of Britt.

The doors opened at the bottom. As we stepped into the lobby our ears were met by the sound of shouting. A very unhappy female voice echoed across the great space along with the plaintive sounds of the desk clerk attempting to calm someone who'd simply NOT be calmed. There in front of the hotel desk was a strikingly beautiful woman whose features were that of a beautiful Pacific Islander; about 46 or 47 years of age and of Philippine origin to be precise.

She was in an absolute rage, releasing the full measure of her displeasure upon that hapless Indian or Pakistani or whatever he was behind the counter. The hotel had lost apparently the woman's reservation and that poor guy behind the desk could only stand and be interrupted as she unleashed a torrent of abuse and profanity in his face.

We recognized that woman. Ooh BOY did we ever. She was none other than Brooklyn Lamb.

In chats on social media late at night I knew her... and so did Britt. The three of us being writers, we'd struck up common ground. Writing erotica was the great ice-breaker for us, although Britt loved happy short stories with an inherently positive sexiness, I loved bawdy-tale novel writing, and Brooklyn... well her work was sexy but dark as trip down the stairs into the basement during a blackout.

Brooklyn loved her darkness, (and in her writing I found some really good ball draining stuff to pull my hard-on to). At some point or another we'd friended one another, I'd seen her video releases and live updates. Now in the lobby there was no question, that gorgeously furious woman was her.

"Ahem," Britt cleared her throat, "something a-miss?"

Brooklyn spun her head around. Her lovely cat-like eyes went wide. Those eyes, you simply had to stop and look at them; expressive intelligent eyes you'd willingly drown yourself in... brown exotic pools, dreamy and soulful. These were eyes that felt and loved and if you were on the wrong side of her... hated with fire.

"Brittni... and BILL? What are you...?"

"We're on the same list," Britt interrupted, "for the book signings."

"Well," Brook explained, a little exasperated, "I had family drama yesterday or I'd have been here on day one. Now I'm here day two and my reservation has gone POOF, just like that!"

She made an explosion gesture with both hands before a lovely angular face with a tiny nose, high cheekbones, and a luscious head of curly shoulder-length brown hair that you just simply wanted to run your fingers through at first sight. She was very animated in her expressions and mannerisms, and quite charismatic and those eyes I'd just mentioned were so very expressive when she spoke.

Brittni considered her plight and offered assistance with, "Give me a few minutes with the hotel representative and I think we can find a solution..."

With that, Britt stepped forward to the front desk and whispered something to the clerk, just below our level of hearing. The clerk then shot a glance across the lobby to the bell-hop, who got up from his comic book and stepped lively up behind the front desk to join the two. There, Brittni whispered a few more things to both members of the hotel staff, who promptly escorted her around the corner into STAFF ONLY door at the rear of the front desk. Brooklyn and I heard the door close and then lock. Brook shot me a perplexed look complete with raised eyebrows and I merely said,

"She's... ermmmm... fixing things."

We talked at the desk for about ten minutes; small talk at first really but then Brooklyn mentioned the seven-hundred-pound gorilla in the room, (namely my rigid penis showing a more than visible ding-dong outline against my sweatpants). I told her about the previous night's events and how Brittni had given me the pill and...

"And you took it?" she interrupted, laughing in shock.

"Well... errrmmm... yes."

"Bill, but didn't she say there could be side-effects?"

"She said something to that effect and she also mentioned that everyone is different... but it was me who took it and it is me...

"...Who now has ferocious boner," she cut me off again, "the likes of which he hasn't had since junior high?"

"So you understand then?"

"Bill, I'm a substitute teacher in my regular job. I know exactly what I am talking about. Its one of those reasons why you see boys of a certain age sitting with a geography book in their laps. The thing is hun, you're fifty... " she said thinking nearly as hard as my rigid schwanze.

"Yes?"

"Hmmm," she said, "just considering the possibilities. I mean... a fifty-year-old guy at a book signing far away from home, and with a stiffie that would jimmy open stuck doors."

She was thinking hard and flirting harder. She was a flirt first and foremost and she loved sex. In online chats the subject came up often, not that I minded. She is one of the vampy MILF types that ooze sensuality. Five minutes after you meet her, you're wondering what her lips taste like on yours, what her naked body would feel like sliding up and down on you as she nibbles on your ear, what it would feel like spouting your load deep inside her while she screams your name into the ceiling.

She had that vibe... an aura of cool confident sexiness wrapped around the body of an exotic Asian vamp. Added to it was a bratty exuberance of someone who could easily mount a pole on a moving subway car, (just to spin around it and catch someone's eye). People wanted her five minutes after meeting her. Half the time I wondered if she herself even knew she was doing it, (turning "it" on).

Mmmnnn ...meh, she knew. She knew and didn't care. She basked in the fact she was desirable - wore it like a badge. I liked her for that.

Our conversation (and my daydreaming), was interrupted as the door to the front desk office in-locked from inside. Out emerged Brittni, beaming and happy as ever; followed by the bellhop and desk clerk looking somewhat disheveled, (but quite relaxed). Both men had that "my ball's are empty and now I need a nap," look. Brittni sauntered up to us with a triumphant announcement.

"The clerk is going to give you a key in a moment. You are going up to room 219... our suite. The porter will bring take your bags up the elevator with you, (as soon as he gets his underwear yanked out of his ass). I sucked him so hard he said he felt his soul leaving his dick into me as Punjab or Mahmook or whatever his name is behind the desk fucked my pussy from behind. I don't know what is for dinner tonight but hopefully it won't be anything on a spit!"

There was a shared illicit laugh between the three of us. We shot glances at the Indian desk clerk who averted his eyes and tapped Brooklyn's information quickly into the registry. In a few minutes Brooklyn was on her way upstairs with the bellhop and her bags as Brittni and I scarfed down a quick breakfast in the restaurant.

After the morning meal, we got ourselves set up for the day in the conference room. The only difference was the empty space for Miss Brooklyn Lamb was soon occupied by none other than Brooklyn herself. She came running into the conference room with coffee and a bagel, setting herself up as the first group of eager readers arrived; each with a copy of a work they wished to have signed.

A few feet away from me sat Britt smiling for the people who began queuing up in front of her and there I was sitting before my line, with my sweatpants, and my pesky prominent priapism. I was a little embarrassed but then I remembered Britt's words of encouragement and well... I just sat there in my chair with my legs apart showing my hardon to the world; owning my space like a boss.

And I have to say, over the next couple of hours I played it up, (I really did). At first there were just the regular "sign and smile," photos from a few of the blue haired ladies who'd queued up to the front of my line to get there early and then get off to whatever else they needed to do that day. Then there were a few who posed for photos but kept looking down, noticing I had painfully prominent pecker tent poking against my sweatpants. The fact that I kept adjusting things and pushing it to one side only made things worse and I saw more than a couple of the MILF's and GILF's whisper to one another before they reached the head of the line; immediately setting off a spasm of poorly suppressed giggles.

When those women reached the front, they were all smiles. One particular bleach blonde granny with ample bosoms was extremely bold; asking if she could sit upon my lap for the photo. When I agreed she kicked my legs wide left and right, shimmying her big grandma butt down in my lap so that she was grinding me lap dance style. Obviously mugging for her friends still in line, she created an explosion of laughter.

She then spun around and gave me a kiss full on the lips, just as the photo was snapped. More laughter burst from the line, accompanied by hoots and cat calls. She then spun herself back to face the crowd mugging for the camera once again as she ground her pant-suited posterior around on my lap.

I figured if it was a show she wanted to put on - hell, I was game. I told the person on the camera to take one more shot; just before grabbing that same frisky fifty-something by her hips and pulling her crotch down against my tent pole for a few playful plows.

A stunned look spread across her face, then it became a blush. The line of MILFs and GILFs now roared with laughter and catty applause. The grandma on my lap regained her composure; spinning around and whispering in my ear,

"That was lovely hun. Perhaps you need to write another book and get back out here to San Diego so we can do this again?"

"If you buy it I'll write it!" I flirted back, with a wink and an air kissy kiss.

She winked and walked away. Well... that was entertaining. I wondered however if it was just a one-off. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Following the signing, the next woman in line made it clear she wouldn't leave until she'd bumped her butt upon my boner, (as did the next woman, and the next, and the next). I looked over at Britt and Brooklyn, amazed at what was happening. They were at a loss too but that didn't stop them from throwing gas on the fire. They simply pumped their fists in the air, and if anything, encouraged that line of housewives to behave even worse like a pair of catcalling catalysts.

A tall round-rumped grandma with black hair and a single gray stripe down the middle was next. I marked her book and we kissed for the camera. Everything was good I thought, but when it came time to rub her butt against my bulge she instead tossed a long lanky GILF leg (clad in black yoga pants), across my lap - to hump me face to face! Amidst more hoots and hollers she looked back to the line as if telling them to eat their hearts out before she snatched my face up in her hands; kissing me hard and grinded me harder!

After the skunk-stripe lady waived goodbye it was like each grandma, MILF, and affection-starved housewife in the line were in a strange competition to out due the horny harpy before her. They came on one after another... and so did the smooches, the gropes, and the suggestive comments in my ear. As we were nearing lunch it was then I recognized a VERY familiar face smiling at the mayhem and goading the grandmas from the rear of the queue - Wendy. Oh sweet Jesus... it was Wendy!

A fellow Literotica writer who many of you know of by her pen name of wendy53, Wendy had been waiting patiently at the back of the line. She had a copy of my book to sign. I could not have been happier to see her either.

Wendy you see had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; ever since we'd exchanged ideas for stories years before. She'd sent me a few nudie pics at the time to sweeten the correspondence and I'd be lying if I said those images (and her aura of classy horniness), hadn't put the hook in me.

Oh... she is a vision to behold, with a story to be told. She's one of those rich bored San Diego housewives who spend time at the gym (and despite being in her early fifties, she looks like a twenty-something). A tall tanned slender redhead with high cheekbones, she exuded that look of sophistication that could lead one to believe she was a model, a fashion designer or a spokes-woman.

In truth she was a writer of wonderfully nasty adult fiction who had been for several years a counselor at a major Californian University. She was semi-retired now but still did contract work out of her home. It was convenient for her having a home office to work from since her husband (a Texas oil man), was often away from the house on business three states away. It was also convenient because it didn't interfere with her hobby - young men.

Wendy has a remarkably high sex drive coupled to that gorgeous body and sharp as a tack mind of hers. Unfortunately, when her otherwise dependable and affluent husband is home, the guy is rather inadequate in the bedroom. Three strokes in her snatch with his cock and he sprays her insides, rolls over, and goes to sleep.

At first ... way back when; she had an array of sex toys to "fill the gap" created by her husband's shortcomings. That was fine for a little while but eventually it dawned upon her she had something else; her job at the local university, and all those young men in need of ..." guidance."

Oh this all started many years ago back in her thirties. Being a beautiful woman with a high sex drive and a ready supply of college boys; she found it no problem getting a select few of the young men back to her home for additional "one on one counseling" of a horizontal nature. She basically had a dream job for a lady of her appetites that gave her a ready supply of virile young cock for her to fuck and suck.

Now that she was retired from the University all these years later, she ironically worked as a contract counselor for the very same institution doing the very same job, (only now the young men went directly to her home office). They were like flies tossed into the spider's web. She could choose whom she liked the looks of and then use her charms while her hubby was away, to simply spirit them up to her bedroom... or the shower, or the couch, or the pool, (or anywhere for that matter). It worked well for her.

Now she was here with a copy of my book. I waived her over as all the other women were departing for the mid-day. We hugged and exchanged smooches as I greeted her with,

"Wendy as I live and breathe, you look gorgeous as ever! You can't possibly be here to have me sign my little bit of pulp for you could you?"

"I am," she replied, "I know when a work excites me... and frankly all of yours does. You've been a very bad boy, Bill."

"How so?"

"You were here in San Diego and didn't say anything?" she scolded, pouting her lips at me and looking hurt.

"How did you find ou.."

She pointed at Brittni who waived her phone at me. That little minx. She and Brooklyn tittered and shared a joke as Wendy turned back and looked at me, putting her finger under my chin and steering my face up to look at her and only her.

"I am sooo very disappointed," she continued, "would you care to make it up to me?"

"Well," I replied, "I suppose I have time for one more kiss, photo, and sign before lunch but I was thinking, would you care to join me and the girls for a bite after?"

I motioned over to Brittni and Brooklyn who were tidying up their tables for noon-time break as the last of the literature fans were leaving the conference room. Wendy smirked. I guess she couldn't believe I was so dense. She shook her head and said,

"Actually, I was thinking of having YOU for lunch, Bill."

With that she reached down and gave my package a squeeze through my sweatpants using a firm confident grip. It was the grip of a lovely lady's hand but it was also the grip of a hand I could instantly tell had tugged and pulled its countless share of cocks.

Her face was in mine a second later. She gave me a good hard kiss, and her hand found its way inside my sweats, seizing my bare boner and running up and down my shaft in a grip that would have been the pure fucking envy of any Korean massage girl. Her hand to put it as bluntly as the member it was masturbating, FELT PURELY FUCKING WONDERFUL! If I had been hard before, I was drill-bit hard now.

"Brittni told me about your bucket list Bill," she said in between kisses, "and I want to be the fuck on it!"

"Oh," I gasped, "you are permanently on it, Wendy. I assure you. Indefinitely on it. Any time your bucket needs filling in fact!"

She nodded with a satisfied smile. I'd given the right answer. Now to show her approval she offered me her other hand and pulled me to my feet whilst still gripping my cock beneath my sweats. She wasn't letting go... she had what she wanted, and planned to make use of it.

"I'll bring you back something from the restaurant," Brittni said as she walked with Brooklyn past us, smirks on both their faces, "you look like you are about to work up an appetite."

"Yes he is," Wendy nodded with a smirk, " although I'll be fine. I plan on devouring him."

"So up to my suite?" I suggested.

"No," Wendy said looking over my shoulder and scanning the room, "I want something more immediate."

Her eyes landed on a broom closet. She pulled me over to it by my wang. Trying the door, she shook the handle and found it locked. She let out a groan of frustration. Brooklyn saw the whole thing and shouted,

"Don't worry kids, I got this!"

She was gone for thirty seconds tops to the front desk. When she returned she dangled the key from her index finger. Over the shoulder the Indian desk clerk shrugged his shoulders, happy he'd appeased Brooklyn, the stormy Pacific-Island "goddess of fire." He was lucky... he'd provided the correct answer to her this time and avoided her wrath.

Wendy traded a polite "Thanks Brooklyn," for the key and not two seconds later that door was popped open and I was promptly pushed inside. I found my sweats yanked to the tops of my ankles just after the door slammed shut and the light bulb above us was pulled on by Wendy's feverish fingers.

Amid the clutter of wheeled mop buckets and solvents my eyes landed on a stack of extra chairs for the conference room. One quickly found itself under my bare ass as Wendy lifted her sundress high and over her head, revealing a complete disregard for underthings of any kind beneath. I liked her... still do. Wendy if you are reading this... muah!

Anyhow. If she was gorgeous in her sundress... she was astoundingly beautiful out of it! An all-over tan met my eyes and perky nipples jutted like wonderfully rude gumdrops upon what I judged to be 34C breasts - perfectly formed and slightly upturned. She had a fifty-four-year-old MILF body that looked like something from an Avenger movie; tall lanky and weight trained... and it was all mine!

It was immediately up in my face as well. She spun around and jutted her ass in my face; bending low and pulling her cheeks apart while I beat my already steel hard rod at the gorgeously horny sight. Now I know what some of you fiddling with your girlie or boy junk are thinking... time for a rimjob, right?

Nope ...nope ...nope!

Wendy hates anal. She is generous with sex... but only to men who leave her tushy-hole alone. I'm no fool, I know about boundaries, and I know a marvelously shaved pussy when I see one. She was testing me and I passed; happily diving my face into the marvelously scented warmth of her twat from behind and eating her cunt with gusto while she locked the door from inside and grabbed her ankles, all gasps and sighs.

My ass didn't remain in that chair for long. It was replaced by hers, as she gasped that she wanted to switch out. She immediately brought her long lanky dancer legs up; hooking her arms underneath them both as I dove down to her lovely bare snatch.

I got busy with my tongue and fingers; eating her like a hungry dog and finger-banging her g-spot with three frantically sawing digits. She responded by tossing her pretty red-head to and fro; swearing and whimpering as she pulled my hair and raked my shoulder with her lovely red fingernails.

As pussy's go, hers is a masterpiece of feminine beauty ...there is simply no other way to describe it. It's a lovely little lady blossom; shaven clean with a reddish landing strip of pubic hair. Off to the left and almost up to her hip she sports a blue butterfly tattoo. It's just barely visible when she wears a bikini bottom.

The whole presentation is... CLASSY, classy and well kept. It's a lot like one of those artisan dishes in a five-star restaurant you almost hate to eat... but appetites and desire get the better of you and you dive in any way! As for the taste of her pussy... well I can tell you it's simply out of this world. I was in heaven the moment my tongue hit her girlie-truffle and began to lick and nibble and suck.

In no time it seemed, she was humping against my hand and chin. She was also leaking and squishing more and more with every lick and stroke. I doubled-down extra hard; sucking her clit and furiously stroking at her g-spot with my fingers curved back against it.

Wendy let out a low moan and shut her eyes; pulling my face down upon her pubic bone like she frantically wished to fuck my very skull. I was becoming just as turned by her as she was with me and my free hand was a total masturbatory blur on my cock, and my horniness was fueling my licks and finger-blasts of her juice button. This "thing" between us just built and built like a runaway train until...

"Oh yeah Bill," she gasped, "just like that baby... just like... OOOOH DAMN YES! ... OH YES! YES! YES!"

She began to shudder. I stole a glance up her beautiful heaving nakedness and gazed into her faced just as she opened her eyes and gazed into mine. It was there and then we made a sort of emotional sexual synapse; a closed circuit that detonated deep inside her with,

"OOHH EEEYAAAGHHH!" she howled.

I pulled my hand away and lifted her ass up to my face, just in time to catch a massive splatter-gasm from her cunt right into my mouth and face. I locked lips on her pee-hole as she juiced and shuddered and juiced some more... her bawling and joyously agonized wailing echoing off the inside of the closet. She humped my face as I guzzled my lovely liquid lunch ... savoring the lovely feminine notes of her girly brine and gulping down her girl-gasm. We weren't done though, oh HELL NO!

I climbed up her lovely lanky body; chewing and biting every inch of the way, nipping at her belly and munching at her swollen bon bon nipples. I kept going, up her neck and her jaw, until I seized her face and kissed her passionately; good and hard with both her cheeks in my hands. I chewed hungrily at those lips of hers and she whimpered her gratitude in my mouth. It had been a good strong cum for her, but now I wanted one of my own.

"Suck me," I said, tearing my mouth from hers. She nodded emphatically.

I stood before her, my dong wiggle-wobbling out before me; striking her in the chin like a rude pendulum. She seized my cock and began to jerk it in her naughty hand while her other palm cupped and fondled my balls. She ran out her tongue and teased my cocktip, sending an electric shiver up and down my spine.

Her hand worked faster and faster. She knew I wanted her to suck it... but she wanted to take it all in; to savor the moment and to see my member in her blurring whirring fist.

Handjobs and blowjobs are something of a core competency for Wendy. She's adept at both and she's brought off many a cock with her fists and her tonsils. When she's not trysting with college boys in her house, she has some favorite places she likes to haunt; bathrooms in public parks, restrooms in skating areas, adult peep-show venues... any place where she can find glory-holes to service eager cocks.

She's even has memorized all the local hot spots in San Diego for dogging encounters with strangers... all in the name of being able to get up close and personal with anonymous dick. Sure, she sometimes she fucks them too, but more often than not, those randomly lucky dudes are guaranteed at the very least a first rate suck and jerk from Wendy. Cocks and cum are the medium in which this female artist works.

Now she had my dong pulsing and throbbing in her steadily jerking hand. She pursed her lips and kissed the head, all while giving my balls a lovely squeeze. I wanted her to take it in her mouth. She read my mind.

One second she shot me an evil grin, then next she opened her mouth and swallowed me whole; like a grouper gulping a minnow. The tip of my cock was almost immediately pushing at the back of her throat. It felt... it felt sssooooo...

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

It was all I could gasp, (my mind suddenly a raging white noise of overwhelming pleasure and unable to form words).

I wrapped both hands up in her short mane; it felt so fucking good what she was doing to me. I tossed my head from side to side involuntarily as my hips began to hump that lovely red head between my palms. She pulled her mouth off my cock and told me to be still and just TAKE IT- part of her head games but it worked, I loved the way she'd spoken to me!

She then returned to mouth-milking my manhood. Her head began to bob back and forth, sucking me like a hungry calf at a teat; maximizing the full power of her lips tongue and throat to make exquisitely sweet love to my cock. Such bliss!

How long she sucked me I'm not sure. I was lost in the moment... eyeball deep in my own pleasure and I NEVER wanted to climb up out of it. It was one of those experiences where if she had the power to suck your very soul out the end of your cock; you'd gladly say, OK GHOST BYE BYE... ENJOY YOUR NEW HOME IN WENDY's TUMMY; she was just that good!

It was the perfect blowjob, not too much teeth but rough enough to provide you the friction you crave on your cock. It was that oh-so-perfect balance of wet and rough, (where you can tell by the way a lady is throating you she is a world apart from other cock-suckers). She knew just the right degree of pressure and precisely the correct pace; my hand couldn't have done better!

Oh and her skill was not the only thing that making this head so out of this world for me; she had heartfelt cock hunger, oh hell yes! She is a woman who truly enjoys sucking a dong and I could tell by her enthusiasm and the look in her eye, I was looking at woman who is ravenous about sucking cock. It's not just sex for her... it's like she is feeding her soul with it; sexual comfort food if you will.

By now she'd really masticated my member into this wet throbbing mass of potential energy; wrapped in veiny male flesh. She was making slurpy sloshy sucking sounds... and that combined with what I felt had me on the edge of sanity. When a woman does this just-so, all the pleasure centers of your brain go a bit cuckoo and your sense of the here and now merge with pleasurable notions of the past. It's all micro sensations, memories, and sucking.

You remember that comforting back rub you received once... you remember how good a hot bath felt after coming in from the cold on a particularly nippy February. You remember being hungry and eating the best soup ever. You recall being insecure and to have loving feminine arms hug the stuffing out of you while lips cooed sweetness in your ear... and it all congeals into the pleasurable vibe you feel with a warm wet mouth wrapped around your dick, moaning softly into it and sending shivers up your spine...

"AAGGHH," I cried out, like I was walking across hot coals, "OH WENDY I'M GONNA NUT! AAAHHH HAAHH HAAHH!"

She bore down extra hard with her hungry sucks... pulling it out of me... and out of me it came, good and hard. I nutted and nutted, great jets of jizz into her mouth as I shook my head back and forth. OH YES IT WAS SOOO GOOD! I was all moans and blubbers and chokes, (and she was all sucks and swallows and gulps).

She turned her head up to me and smiled as my dong left her lips; satisfied she'd gotten a hot lunch. She kissed the tip and kept stroking it the shaft with her hand before taking my cock back into her mouth. Normally she'd do this to a guy to tease and torture him (because by all rights I should have been far too sensitive by now), but now she realized something was strange; I was just as stiff and solid as I'd been before I'd came.

"Oh shit," she blurted out with a giggle, "Brittni wasn't bullshitting me about the whole priapism thing when she texted... I just swallowed your load and your cock's still hard as ALL FUCK!"

She was wearing a look of total shock but drumming the tip of my dong against her chin pensively. It was as if she'd been presented with a broad new range of possibilities and was trying to decide just what she should do next. No problem, I decided for her.

I lifted her up and spun her around away from the chair, then I sat down right where her ass had been. I pulled her in close to me; kissing and sucking her nipples before I lifted my face to hers saying with a note of urgency,

"Time to put it inside you Wendy, I sooo want this! I've been fantasizing about fucking you ever since I read your first story and then saw your online nudes. I want this."

She nodded. We were on the same wavelength. That much was true.

She tossed one of her long lanky dancer legs over my lap and sat down facing me. I grabbed her ass cheeks as she seized the shaft of my cock and guided the head to the slicked up notch-hole to her naughty nookie. She was wet... so deliciously wet.

She dropped her weight and sank down upon me; engulfing my shaft straight up to the balls in one swoop. Two gasps sprang from two sets of lips, followed by smoochie kisses and joyously agonized moans as our mouths fused together in a ravenous passionate liplock. Wendy began bouncing up and down and we started our fuck.

My mouth became busy indeed... tongue shagging hers before breaking suction to chew up and down her chin neck ears and jaw. I just wanted to devour this marvelously lewd lovely woman with the body of a dancer and the libido of a succubus. I wanted this almost as much as I wished to climb up inside her womb hole and stay. As far as I was concerned, her whole body was put on this earth to be fucked and devoured, pure and goddamned simple!

Our bodies smacked together hard; again and again and again. She was banging that clit hard against me and sending my meat, deep up inside her as our two naked forms made wet fleshy sounds. All the while I was going back and forth between French kissing that luscious mouth of hers, biting her neck... and sucking and pinching her nipples.

"Hold still," she huffed into my face, reaching down next to her and finding her purse.

A second later and she pulled up her phone. She unlocked it and held it above us.

"Say cheese baby," she whispered in my ear, "I came here for photos, book autographs, fucks, and breakfast... and they stopped serving the morning meal three hours ago in the restaurant."

We mugged for the camera as Wendy clicked... and clicked and clicked; fucking the whole time. She dropped the screen down and snap pics of my junk disappearing inside her... smash smash SMASH! She snapped pics of my mouth on her tits... she snapped pics of the two of us smooching hard. But that wasn't enough.

"I want to film us hon," she gasped, "Lemme shoot a bit of a naughty selfie-movie of the two of us doing the nasty!"

I nodded. What else would I do? Here was my fantasy MILF playing bouncy bounce on my boner in a broom closet at a book signing... if she wanted to film it, my will to resist had fizzled away like so much water tossed upon a red hot stove!

Up and down, up and down she rode me, holding her phone aloft and now wailing furiously. Faster and faster she went as I now grabbed her ass and pounded her against me... humping her in a horny frenzy. We kept going and going until we both felt that oh so sweet shudder of imminent release tickling our naughty bits. Wendy captured it for prosperity as we both sang out in a duet of,

"OHHHHH AAAGHH OHHH!"

It was a wonderful cum. I sent a hot sticky load up Wendy's snatch and Wendy's orgasm got the best of her as she dropped her phone and raked my back with her nails, dribbling on my dong and soaking the seat beneath us in lady drippings. We collapsed into one another kissing and murmuring OH YES OH YES... OH SHIT YES, to each other and no one in particular!

Wendy now snatched up her phone and checked the film. Nodding with a satisfied look, she then had another idea.

"Hold my phone Bill," she said, "and just film for a second."

She rose up off me and raised up one leg on my seat, Captain Morgan style. I had an up close and personal view of her freshly pounded snatch (which she immediately had me capture with her phone).

What was she up to? I got my answer a second later.

She wrinkled her nose. There was strain in her face.

"Just keep filming Bill," she said, sounding like she was in a stall in a lady's room.

She scrunched up her face until she got the effect she was looking for. I couldn't believe what I was recording but here was a gorgeous red headed MILF, pushing my jizz from her pussy in a lovely creampie that I captured on video for posterity. She then scooped it up with one finger and popped it into her mouth, mugging triumphantly for the camera.

Oh but the jism-play didn't end there, OH HELL NO! This is Wendy. She has more tricks than a Vegas magic show!

She continued messing with my cock; jerking it at first then sucking and jerking it some more. You'd think she'd had enough, but no; she had one more thing in mind. And what a filthy little mind she had!

"You going to autograph my book," she asked.

I seized up her copy of my work and scribbled a quick message,

"To Wendy, next time I see you hopefully I will enjoy more of the same marvelous charm that you showed me today!" then I signed my name. I started to hand her the book and she frowned like a sexy sultry spoiled brat.

"You should know me better Bill," she said stroking my cock and sucking the tip, "your autograph is fine, but you know I like tributes most of all!"

I'd forgotten that fact. Wendy is absolutely MAD for tributes. She loves having guys whack off over photos of her, and then to have them email those same spooge-covered images to her. It's sort of a "salty-sticky picture of in a picture" sort of thing, (and it's definitely HER thing). On several adult websites where Wendy is a member, dudes blow their nut-sauce all over her naked photos and then upload them to her member page for all to see. Her photos are quite the cum-rag for hundreds of guys, (a fact she's quite proud of actually)!

Now she was taking wonderful advantage of my persistently proud pecker to scratch that very same itch and to also combine it with the signature in her personal copy of my book. Within just a few minutes' time she's jerked and sucked me to the point I was once again, right at the edge of cumming. It was unmistakable for me. I could feel that old familiar rumble in my balls as she pumped my cock in her hand and drummed it upon her lips saying,

"Oooh cum for me Bill! Yeah like that you bad boy... cum and capture it on my phone, sweetie!"

She didn't have to tell me again. I was just a few fist pumps away from doing just what she she'd requested... then she popped my prick into her mouth and deep throated me hard... sending me past the point of no return and triggering my orgasm yet again. It was all I could do to hold her phone steady as I choked and sputtered,

"AAAWWW WENDY! I'M GONNA DO IT AGAIN... AAGGH OOOH!"

I started to blow another salty load in her mouth and she pulled my spouting prick out for the camera, letting my penile pudding spill from her lips and down over her chin. Another rope of my cum spurted and spouted across her nose and cheek, then another. She didn't care, she wanted this.

I coated her grin with jizz as she mugged for the camera, looking a bit like a smiling glazed donut. It was then that she held up my book and rubbed my cum-dribbling cock across the paper next to my dedication and signature, leaving the page smeared with my semen in the ultimate personal autograph! I recorded the whole thing on her phone.

"Now THAT Bill," she said, wiping more of jizz from her face and onto the book's opposite page, "is what I call, a combination book signing and the best tribute a girl could ever ask for!"

We dressed and popped the closet door open. We were met by a grinning Brooklyn and Brittni, who'd been patiently waiting outside. Britt thrust a sandwich from the restaurant in my hand saying,

"We heard the last ten minutes in there, you've probably worked up quite the appetite! Wendy can we get anything for you?"

"No thanks Brittni," Wendy replied, "already had my mid-day meal, (although I spilled a bit on my copy of Bill's book)!"

There were a couple of catty shrieks from the ladies as I looked and felt a bit sheepish. Then there were goodbyes and promises between the three female San Diegans to get together some time. Wendy then promptly turned to me and gave me a kiss saying,

"And YOU! Next time you are in town, you'll text me?"

"I will," I told her, "you can count on it."

"Good," she said, "although don't you wait for your next book to come out before coming to see me!"

With that she winked and spun about on her heels, leaving the room. I studied the movements of her delicious ass beneath her sundress as she departed, flanked on either side by two comely lady writers watching along with me; knowing all three of us were thinking in our own way, this would make a marvelous story! Well, here it is on Literotica... so I got the story out first!

Anyhow, the afternoon was more of the same that the morning had been. The lines of autograph eager ladies were there at 1:00 PM, just as anticipated. There were lots of signatures, kisses, mugs for the camera. There were lots of stares at my erection below my sweatpants and more than a few gropes, grabs, and grinds by ladies who wished to show their appreciation for my 'work."

Eventually the afternoon session ended and Britt, Brooklyn and myself mulled over the prospect of drinks at the restaurant. I asked if they wanted to start drinking at 4:30. Brooklyn shook her head.

"Let's get up to the room," she said, "I want to get out of these business clothes and into something more inappropriate."

""With you Brooklyn," Britt chimed in, "plus I just want to run up room service again and see what the three of us can do to break that king-sized bed!"

"We could also see," Brooklyn added, "what we could do to take down that problem hardon of Bill's. I'm just not convinced the two of us can't fuck him until its limp!"

"We definitely can try," Britt agreed mischievously, "I love a challenge!"

It sounded good to me. We grabbed our belongings and headed to the elevator, then it was up to our room, my perpetually stiff prick leading the way.​