Vegas Club Features Savory Mothers
MILF GANG:
Lusty Moms Conquer Sin City
by
Kelly O'Brien
I'm Janice - the slender MILF. Usually, I ditch underwear, but I'm here on work duty, so I'm sporting a pair today, thanks to my hot pink cotton thong with a bullseye on my vagina. While meeting partners for dinner in Las Vegas, I don't want any wardrobe mishaps. It's my first day of a publishing conference, and I fancy a specific coworker.
Hollywood darlings all have a habit of dating younger men, but my gang of MILF friends and I value random hookups. We're labelled divorced, parents of at least one child, yet choose to chase pleasure before marriage. My friends Patti and Suzi dubbed us the "MILF Club", and what better place than Sin City for us to break the "party every night" rule?
However, we're not alone. We're three outrageous, horny, sex-hungry women, bawdy at heart. Amidst the office gossip, our texts have been filled with lewd language, naughtiness, and a hunger for manly appendages. This trip is our late-night extravaganza for a week.
We couldn't wish for an older guy, attractive and ripped with a solid jaw, strong hair, and luscious specs. I'd typically avoid a man a decade my senior. This one, however, is approaching his forties but his young age ensures his inclusion in our club.
The commotion of this city is deafening - loud music, bets cheering, people laughing, and endless noise bombardment. Wearing stilettos, I walk around, and the rattling of heels makes the heart race. Desires take hold and my pussy moists, the wetness threatening to show through fabric.
We decide to have dinner at a high-class eatery, part of the hotel area. With walls made of glass, a wrap-around balcony frames tables in view of the crowd. Every individual is a potential conquest. The energy is infectious!
Clinking of forks and spoons against dishes brings every member to a standstill for a few moments. Then we're back to talking about work. As an editor, my focus lay on the "development of stories". We are a group of ten, gathered to share our experience. It's the first day of our conference, with varying topics of debate. My only gripe? The constant distractions of the crowd!
In walks a tall, aesthetically pleasing figure - my thirty-something fantasy man. With perfect hair, carefully chosen attire, and a promotion on his lapel, he looks like a god. He's a national sensation, his book covers proudly displayed on our office shelves.
Dinner happens over laughter, continuous cheers, and relaxed conversations. He's smooth-talking and I couldn't stop staring at him. Hunky hunk complements my martini and I get lost in his gaze. Even his glasses look stylish.
I noted the lack of a ring on his finger. I'd probably deny any advances - after a personal experience with a home-wrecker. However, tonight's the beginning of our five-day fling.
At the conference, instead of formal speeches, the focus was on engaging with people. Hunky Hunk ordered martinis just like me. Our chairs faced each other. His deep voice penetrated my heart, and I melted at his dark, charming eyes. His muscular form bulged under the shirt, and his chest seemed to call me towards it.
I slid nearer to him and we connect on multiple levels. We speak of trivial matters, his latest book, and the future of publishing. The night took a downward spiral as we twirled through animated conversations. We ended our conversation with raised glasses. As I stood, I nearly fainted. His attempt to shield me from falling was romantic. I thanked my guiding star before a swift exit.
As he flirted over dinner, with mutual flirtation shining through, Janice couldn't hold back. "Would you like to escort me to my room, Janice?" he asked, understanding my desire for intimacy, her dizziness from too much alcohol and excitement. And who could forget her flowing cotton panties with a target on her crotch? She liked to challenge the age limit, consistent with her charming nature. She hopes he'll join her nightly, and possibly beyond. The reality was - she'd figure it out.
Come on, who am I to turn down an opportunity like this?
We were riding the lift, simply the two of us. He was approximately two inches taller than me, so all I had to do was peek up at him, and I didn't slur my words when I made my offer.
"Are you planning to do anything past walking me to my door?"
"What exactly do you intend to do?"
"You could come inside - " The elevator ceased at my level, the doors opened, and I quickly inspected to make sure no one was waiting. My statement continued: "And let me suck your dick."
I grasped his rear end.
He flickered a bit and seemed embarrassed. I opened the door to permit him leaving.
"Jump on in. I don't bite."
He bit his lips, shrugged, and followed me.
I still possess it, darling.
Of course, I had to exhibit my talent. My slacks were snug on my derriere, which accentuated the surge of my hips; as I grasped Hunky Hunk's hand and strolled down the hall, I wondered if he had his vision on my plump rear end rather than the small roll above my waistband. I exercise on the stair stepper machine at the gym three times a week to maintain that heart-shaped derriere, and I have no love whatsoever for anal. Exit only, as far as I'm concerned. Yet the jelly roll? I can't do anything about that. Just take what fate hands out.
Or perhaps he was analyzing how my blouse stuck to my tits, and letting his gaze wander throughout the back where my bra strap was visible. My dark hair cascaded down my shoulders, and most likely still had a strawberry fragrance thanks to the shampoo's assurance. A pleasing surprise was to be had when my underwear melted away. I maintain the kitty shaved. Some guys like hairy girls; I don't like being hairy. Why do vaginal hairs exist, again?
We reached my door. I trembled somewhat as I keyed in my ID card. I could sense him gazing at me. The mechanism clicked and I pushed the door ajar and we entered and before I could utter a single word, he said:
"Assume the position."
Oh. I got it.
I spread my legs apart and leaned against the wall. My indignation evaporated. Now I was tingling and smiling because he preferred to maintain command, and I preferred being controlled.
His arms travelled from head to toe, appreciating my curves, stroking my backside. He commended me for having a delightful ass and then smacked me. The crack was loud and I yipped. He clapped the opposite cheek and I repressed my cry out. Then he pressed himself against me. I wiggled my buttocks into his crotch and was already experiencing the solidity of his erection through his garments. He brushed my chest and played with my bosoms. They're not the biggest but they filled my bra and his palms.
"Impressive." You'll compensate just fine.
"And you, sir, have another offer?" I had to hasten the phrase. He had my heart throbbing and my breath hastening.
"I can have sex with any girl I wish. Janice."
"Tonight, you want me."
"Perhaps."
He symbolized dominance by leaning against me, kissing the back of my neck as he slowly separated my button and zipper. OMG the tingles freaking me out. I squealed and ordered him not to cease. My black jeans sunk to the ground and he assaulted one hand amidst the front of my cotton underwear to feel the moisture swelling in my pussy. I let loose a gasp and inquired him not to abstain. His fingers then manipulated in and out.
"Mmmm. You're warm and moist."
"I'm becoming more... moist."
"I can perceive."
I was panting now as his fingers intertwined in. The hump of his cock mashed against my rump, the lone barrier being his garments and my thin cotton briefs.
He detached his hand. "Time to clear out these."
I closed my eyes and allowed the lingering tingles run through my body. I couldn't even detect him sliding my underwear to my ankles, and with my rear end before him, he didn't even get to peek at my mound. I needed to go commando. Total fact is, panties merely get in the way and up your crevice. Still, his palms fell onto my skin. He patted my booty and noted how it jiggled.
"Remove them."
Breathing deeply, I confronted the wall.
"Remember, you are not permitted to bother me until instructed."
I turned my head and gasped.
"Cock sucking was the agreement, correct?"
"Why, yes."
His zipper produced a sound, adhesion followed by clothing rustling.
"Be prepared to turn around." [
He stood with his hands on his hips and his erect cock in full view. It was a sight to behold - thick, long, and curved - the best kind for hitting that sweet spot. If it wasn't curved, it would've been fine, but that slight upward tilt added an extra thrill. My mouth watered just looking at it.
He pointed at his member. "Kneel down and take that in your mouth."
I was still wearing my top and bra. Bottom half naked, my breasts stood high and proud due to the bra.
"What about...?"
"I told you not to speak!"
"N -- nnn -- no." Why was I stuttering?
"Get on your knees and take that cock in your mouth. If you don't, there'll be consequences."
He looked stern, almost menacing. He appeared physically fit and capable of delivering those consequences. I noticed those powerful legs he had, visible through his loose trousers. Those broad shoulders and big, calloused hands. He might've been a writer, but he also did other things, so who knew what other skills he possessed. Part of me wanted to taunt him into showing me the consequences. Another part of me didn't want to find out.
I got down on my knees. The carpet scratched my kneecaps, leaving marks if I stayed for too long. But why argue? I reached for his dick, touched it, felt the thickness, teased his balls with my other hand, then opened my mouth and took his length in.
"Oh, yeah," he grunted.
I held his cock in my mouth, sucked gently, licked it, getting it wet, and then started moving my head up and down, really starting to salivate. It felt so good sliding in and out of my mouth. I pushed my head forward and took it deep in the back of my throat, making him balance on his feet. Yes, baby, you might think you're in control, but now I have you. I sucked, licked, and even tickled him until he told me to stop. Now he was gasping for air, holding my hair back with his hands, but not forcing my head to move. I continued to bob my head up and down, taking it in deep once more. His groan was louder this time, and he pushed me away. I let him pull out of my mouth and watched him drop to the floor.
"What now?" I asked playfully.
He didn't respond with words but removed his shirt. If I wasn't wet before, I was now. This man had a chest covered in hair. Thick pecs and broad shoulders. A real man, indeed. He left his glasses on. He then helped me stand up, tossed me on the bed, and instructed me to lie on my back with my legs open wide.
"Show me all of it," he said, referring to my pussy.
I obeyed, revealing my glistening entrance. The perfect labia and the smooth mound left me feeling proud. He studied me closely, still hovering over me on knees and elbows. He unbuttoned my blouse, threw the flaps back, and revealed the front clasp of my bra. Surprise! His fingers managed to unclasp it, and he tossed the cups aside, leaving my breasts flattened but beautiful. He admired them for a moment before leaning down to lick and kiss my tummy - circles around it with his lips. I moaned and bit my lip. He pinched my nipple, and I squealed.
He held my wrists above my head, pressing them into the bedsheets, and entered me, penetrating me with his big cock, the tip easily parting my lips and sliding inside. His eyes rolled back into his head as the heat of my pussy hit his body, and my wetness created a squishy slap-suck with each collision of our flesh.
I pushed against him, urging him deeper. He held my wrists firm. I breathed heavily, my breasts rising and falling with each breath. He filled me, balls deep, pushing hard against my mound. I gasped and mumbled something. He pulled out and pushed in further. My nipples hardened like little eraser tips. The pleasure rushed through my body. I wanted it to never end. I could live with his cock inside me forever.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hardness moving in and out of me, making skin slap together in a constant rhythm. The bed shook, the springs creaked, and if anyone in the hallway or adjoining rooms could hear us, I didn't care.
Imagine living with an ever-present thick curved penis. A girl can dream, right?
He continued on, I felt more and more lightheaded. That curved cock of his. Oh my, that curve! It rubbed me just right. My pearl crusher soaked him, the inner walls nearly extracting cum straight out.
Then he pulled out.
"What -- "
He smacked one of my hips. "Face down, ass up."
I assumed the position. He spanked me again. Hard. I yelped, laughed, tossing my head back. He spanked me again and then seized my hair, pulling my head up, and then I felt him entering me again, stretching the depths of my place, the feeling mind-blowing. He started thrusting me, grunting with effort, rocking my body, pulling my hair. I felt my butt jiggle, my fleshy thigh bounce. My drooping breasts swung and the skin stretched slightly, causing some discomfort but who cares as long as his nuts were hammering against me?
"Almost...almost," I whispered. I attempted to lower my head but he held firm.
I rolled my eyes. Oh my, what a fantastic experience. "Cum in my pussy!"
Hunky Hunk pushed in as deep as he could; I ground against him as my body began trembling with spasms. "Yes! Yes! Expel your load inside me!" My sugar hole squeezed again and set him off. I felt the warmth of his sperm flood into me. His grunts and own deep rumble of "Ahhhhhhhh," informed me it was also great for him. When he crumpled on top of me, he no longer felt sturdy. He felt weak. Spent. I slumped beneath him and let out a contented sigh.
He rolled off of me and plopped onto the mattress. I flipped over as well. He grinned. I snickered. I gazed down at the mess between my legs: his sperm, my fluid, our combined sweat; yes, it was an enjoyable night.
"Want to do it again tomorrow?" I inquired.
"Give me five minutes," he informed me, "and we'll do it again tonight."
That's what we call a win, darling. I was eager to inform the girls about it. I hoped he allowed me out from bed!
I contemplated how Patti and Suzi were doing...
PATTI
A visit to Vegas wasn't on my agenda. I dislike the environment. I am not a fan of loud noises or boisterous throngs, but when Janice suggested the idea of spending five nights fornicating every evening, I considered what the heck.
I'm Patti, one of Janice's closest pals. We've known one another for years. We crossed paths when our kids were five years old and enrolled in a dance class, but that was a century ago, it appeared. My child is now a teenager - can you believe that? I can't! She's about to surpass my height!
Regardless, I opted to change the experience this trip. Tonight, I planned to only give a guy a blowjob and allow him to shoot on my face. By the end of the night, I aimed for my face to resemble a glazed donut. Tomorrow? Missionary sex. The following day? Doggy style. A fusion of various encounters the fourth day. Our final night? Anal sex. I like it up the bum. Every so often. Recruit a guy with a dick the size of a baseball bat and let him place it within my rectum. You must try it at least once, ladies, believe me. Just ensure you're spotlessly clean beforehand.
And I wouldn't struggle to do so. I'm a blue-eyed blonde with a bit of a Mom Bod, yet it's fit. I occupied the casino floor, donning Mom Jeans and a tight sleeveless white shirt with a push-up bra. My bosoms are a touch smaller, but I can show them off. Suzi is the one with the massive knockers. I swear her tits are larger than her head! As I ambled around, more eyes focused on my cleavage than my face.
The third member of our trio, Suzi, was elsewhere. We were independently exploring tonight. Our post-coitus dialogues are always enjoyable, and hearing the girls' tales usually makes me moist. And the wet spot on my underwear takes forever to evaporate, so I walk around all day feeling the damp spot. I occasionally contemplate quitting my job and launching a pub. If I ever do, I'll dub it The Wet Spot.
There are countless places to drink at a casino, so after roaming about a bit and receiving some attention, I found a corner bar overlooking the game tables and waited with a glass of Chardonnay. It wasn't long until some blokes appeared, but they didn't pay me any genuine attention, instead continuing with their conversations. Some belonged to Janice's convention; I recognized this by their neck tags. Others were regulars. Locals. Most were unkempt and not particularly attractive. I was waiting for the Proper Man. Eventually, he arrived.
He fit the age range, and a friend of his was sitting in the corner booth with him. If I wanted, I could've taken both of them, so perhaps I should consider adding a threesome on my list. But my goal was the tall, skinny guy with dark hair and glasses. He looked like he was in shape. When the friend left to use the restroom, John was left alone drinking a beer. I approached, holding my wine glass, and sat close to him.
"Hi," I said as I sat next to him. "I'm Patti."
"Hi. I'm John."
"Would you like me to read a poem to you, John?"
He smirked. "Sure."
I leaned in closer, causing John to blink a few times. He gulped. I like it when guys are a bit nervous.
"One, two, three, four, I'll suck your cock, you'll beg for more."
"Uhm ... wow."
I continued, "Five, six, seven, eight, I really, really enjoy sucking."
His response got stuck in his throat. He cleared his mouth. "Wow. That's an incredible poem."
"Want to try it for real?"
John soon left, not even introducing me to his friend.
When we were alone in the elevator, I started my moves, massaging his crotch with my left hand. My hand went up and down, stimulating his growth. At the end of our journey, he was sporting a significant bulge. He appeared slightly embarrassed, but my grin reassured him.
Once in my room, I instructed him to sit on the bed and said, "Alright, let me take your clothes off."
"Okay."
I removed his shoes and socks first. Moving along I tugged on his belt, causing him to lift his butt. His jeans and underwear slid off, revealing his excited manhood. Hello there, little pecker! It might not have been as thick as I'd prefer, but at least it met my minimum requirement of six inches. The tip pointed to the ceiling with pride. I had the privilege of exploring him.
I spread his legs, straddled his chest, and started working on his balls. I lifted his balls into my mouth for some mild tugging. He fell back, smiling. Then I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking. It was an incredible dick. My tongue grazed along the shaft, creating a smooth, easier experience. I also licked the tip, causing him to arch his body and close his eyes. I noticed he was struggling to breathe though. So, I pulled him out and put him against my left cheek, pleasuring his space engine. He grabbed a pillow from behind and lifted his head to observe. We made eye contact, and I rushed to reposition him, giving him the privilege of looking down on me.
"Should I make you cum really hard?"
"S-sure."
His dick went back into my mouth. I didn't gag this time, just focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible. Up and down I went on the shaft, while also melting all over it with my tongue. His face twisted in various expressions of pleasure, and he was having a hard time with his breathing. I decided to pull him out and hold him against my cheek.
"Are you almost there?"
"Uh-huh."
Back in my mouth he went. No more gag reflex. I just went up and down, letting my tongue glide along the shaft. I detected him clenching his muscles, attempting to prolong his orgasm. I put my right hand in his hair, and I gagged, pulling him out. Using my free hand, I grabbed a pillow, positioning his head so he could see. I looked at him and bobbed my head once more. This time I didn't gag, but lead to me gasping for air. While down there, I allowed his dick to stroke and slobber it.
"Are you almost there?"
"I'm about to lose my load."
A simple spell for me. I tossed it all into my mouth and pulled out. His penis slapped my chin. I kissed the tip, savoring the flavor of his pre-semen that trickled out. With excitement, I wiped it from my body, then returned to his penis, taking it back in my mouth, stimulating him.
"Oh, wow," he said.
"Nearly there?"
"I'm cumming so hard."
"Good boy."
More slurping and sucking.
"Ooh ... ooh ... "
I pulled away, just holding his dick against my face. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, but instead of putting it behind his head, he used it to prop himself up. We made eye contact, and I returned his partner to my mouth, and dismantled my gag.
"READY?"
"Yep."
I got back to work. Licking his dick and moaning as I felt the warmth rise in him.
"Oh, wow," he moaned.
"Your turn. Paint me with your semen."
I stopped my actions.
"Suzi pulls her face away from the man's cock. It was warm from his demand and beautiful red, almost dripping off his pole consistently. This was what he wanted, and what I desired to consume. The guy couldn't hear my whisper of sexual excitement. I let him do his thing. Pushing his waist into my face. Now it really was tall, maybe a foot above my head. I'd wait until he would give me his command, until his muscles couldn't hold back the pleasure. It was time. A single bead grew into a streamed knot of lust. Spitting glands inside his scrotum lubricated the whole combination I was licking. My eyes were fixated on his eye rolls and brow movements, convulsing in pleasure. It was a spectacle. Grabbing his penis with care, I knew I was about to let him go. Using all
"I've always been the last one to experience anything on our night outs because I need my friends busy so I can focus. I've got a secret."
I'm into women.
I wasn't always into women, I had a wife and child and all that, got divorced, but after the divorce, I couldn't deny any longer that I'd rather have two soft pillows to rest my head on and taste the sweetness of a woman than be around a man all the time.
When we decided to split for the night, I knew I'd have enough time to find the perfect match. I have to be more cautious, you see. Look for specific signals, glances. Perfect the timing.
Bigger boobs. I despise them. But they do have their advantages. My shirt was too tight, giving my deep cleavage plenty of exposure, and I ignored the men, only paying attention to the women eyeing me. They had different reactions; some shocked, some desire. It was a cue.
Younger women are the best. Younger women looking for their first lesbian encounter. They're ready to experiment. A little too eager. Just lie there and let me show you how it's done. I'll guide you.
I spotted two young women at a bar: a redhead and brunette, both under 30, both nursing fruity cocktails. They glanced at me for too long as I took the stool next to them. I ordered a martini and smiled at them. The redhead, Kaylee, raised an eyebrow. I nodded. She nudged the brunette, Tanya. Connection made. Now all we had to do was complete the deal. I didn't expect two women, but why not? It's what happens in Vegas, right?
But we had to lie to them. I was still hiding the truth.
We chatted and I invited them back to my room. They had their doubts, hesitated as they weren't prepared for a threesome. But Tanya took the lead. "Why not?" she asked. Their names were Kaylee and Tanya. The redhead. The brunette. Both wore loose jeans and plain tops. Kaylee seemed larger, heavy breasts under her top. Tanya thinner, perky tits barely contained by her shirt. Kaylee's curves seemed more voluptuous, but I wouldn't complain. Lust-inducing figures.
I let them in and closed the door. They looked at me, ready for instructions.
"I'm calling the shots, girls," I stated, thrusting my chest out.
"Alright," they agreed.
I settled on the bed and spread my legs. I waved them over, and the girls removed their jeans. Tiny thongs hid their nipples, and I told them to leave them on for a while. Tanya disrobed, her petite body free of bra and shirt. Her small, rounded breasts stood out, perfect. Kaylee hesitated, gazing at me as she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing drooping breasts and a bit of a belly. Her curves were just right, and the girls crawled onto the bed, approaching me on their hands and knees.
"Take off my pants," I instructed.
Tanya took the lead, while Kaylee reluctantly helped. I took off my shirt and bra. I cupped my large, fleshy breasts and offered them, licking a nipple.
"Now, fight over my pussy."
The redhead, Tanya, pushed the brunette, Kaylee, aside and dived between my legs. Kaylee whined, but I urged her to be patient. She had a hard time getting the words out. Tanya slid her tongue between my legs, parted my folds, and probed inside me. My back arched, my head slammed into the pillow as Tanya feasted on my sex.
I found myself lying on the bed, with my head resting against a headboard, and the moment I saw Kaylee's grin, I couldn't help but emit a surprised sound that made her laugh. I was already squirming more than expected, as Tanya's tongue traced its way to my clit, causing me to cover my mouth to prevent a loud scream. This girl was a master at eating pussy. Her tongue danced and her lips sucked, nearly driving me insane. Kaylee needed some help, so Tanya guided her through the process, teaching her where to lick while keeping my pubic hair away from her mouth. I don't enjoy shaving, as it always itches once it grows back, and that's annoying. However, Kaylee quickly picked up on it, penetrating deep inside me, causing me to tingle with pleasure. Tanya decided to take it up a notch by rubbing my nipples with her fingertips, making me shiver in anticipation.
I had insisted that I was in charge, but that was pure fiction. The two of them made me feel so sensational, and I had no chance of resisting their advances. Kaylee licked away at me, and I climaxed, trying to call her off, but she didn't heed my cry. Tanya read my lips, though, and pulled Kaylee away just in time. I can't deny that seeing Kaylee with my juices smeared on her lips was quite arousing. The two of them exchanged glances, then they removed their tiny thongs, both of them completely shaven. I began with Kaylee, her wetness slick on my face as I dived in, savoring the warmth of her love. While Kaylee emitted cute noises, I was unable to escape. I licked her juices and sucked on her distended clit.
When it was Tanya's turn, she enclosed my head with her thighs and pushed her pelvis into my face, making it impossible for me to escape. She was so alluring. I lowered my head and savored her taste before she pushed me away. By this point, I was taken aback, but before I had a chance to question her, Kaylee was on top of Tanya's thighs, her mouth wrapped around her clit. Tanya erupted in screams of pleasure, her body quivering. She disentangled herself from Kaylee, and I darted in to finish the job, licking and sucking with gusto. The stimulation was too much, and I reached my climax with a loud cry, drenching Kaylee's face with my fluids.
The three of us lay there, gasping for breath and attempting to regain our composure. Kaylee lay back, gesturing for Tanya to continue, and Tanya responded by resuming her ministrations. I marveled at the other two, both of whom were enjoying their time. When Kaylee finally reached her climax, she squirted a stream of fluids onto us, coating us all. Tanya wiped her face and sucked her wet fingers, while I waited patiently. The three of us also shared a good laugh before taking turns sharing stories of our past encounters, our faces glistening with the remnants of our lusty night.
But the question remained: how could I possibly follow up on this? And how would I inform Janice and Patti of our adventures?
We'll figure something out.
IN THE NEXT INSTALLMENT:
It's Janice's birthday, and the ladies have a very special celebration planned. Can you guess what they have up their sleeves?
MILF CLUB: THE BIRTHDAY GIRL ... be prepared to be amazed!
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