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I saw this old babe by the Starbucks at the mall where I work. I was sitting in my office, watching the security monitors, listening to music, scratching lottery tickets. It was a slow weekday afternoon.
My name is Jeff, I’m a security guard.
Something about her made my dick stand at attention. Maybe it was those lean, dainty legs. I had the feeling there was something simmering underneath that housewife exterior. I panned the camera by remote control from my console and followed her as she took her latte to a stool and sat down. When she crossed her lovely little legs I zoomed in on her crotch and, oh yeah, no panties. She had light pubic hair all crushed down by the tight panty-hose. Right away I was imagining myself tearing a hole in her hose and sticking my tongue into her twat.
I was trying to think of an excuse to pick her up and bring her to my office. If she was a shop-lifter it’d be easy, but this chick didn’t have the look of one. I saw my chance when she slipped a pint of vodka from her purse. Under the table she secretly poured a long snort into her latte. She’s a drunk. Perfect ! I got it on video.
“Excuse me, miss. I’m with mall security. Could you come with me, please ?” I had raced down the stairs and was taking this babe into protective custody. She looked me up and down and silently followed me to the elevator up to the security office.
“I want you to know that you’re not in any trouble”, I said as we sat in my office. “Even though alcoholic beverages are prohibited in this mall, I’m mainly concerned with your safety”. I cued up the video clip I had made of her sneaking the vodka. The video also showed a nice view of her cute, snuggly cunt. “I just happened to be watching when you spiked your coffee, miss”.
“It’s Mrs.,” she said. “Mrs. Russel. And you just happened to be watching ?” She slurred her words a bit and I could smell liquor on her breath. “I think you were peeking up my skirt, you dirty dog”. Her words were accusatory, but her voice was playful. I looked at her in mock confusion, then back at the video, pretending to see the up-skirt shot for the first time.
“Mrs. Russel”, I said, “I have an arrangement with several retailers in the mall. It would be no problem to get you a complimentary pair of panties to take home, if you’d like”.
She then turned around and mooned me. The sight of her beautiful tight ass wrapped in nylon hose made my cock twitch.
Mrs. Russel then set her legs deliberately apart, letting her skirt ride up her hips. My cock was jumping inside my pants and my mouth was watering for her cunt. Nice legs, nice ass and, oh god, what a nice looking cunt. She was older than me, probably in her late 30’s, but I’d rather go down on her than most women 10 years younger.
“On second thought, Mrs. Russel., panties weren’t made for everyone”. I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into her crotch. Her cunt smelled both sweet and musky through the panty hose. I pressed my nose hard against them, pushing up into her and inhaling her womanhood.
I was in a trance-like state as I tore at her hose with my teeth, and stuck my tongue deep through the tear, as far up her twat as I could. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking her with my tongue and lapping up her juice. It was just like the fantasy I’d had earlier, except now I could feel it and taste it.. Mrs. Russel was Delicious.
After a few minutes she said, very calmly, “That’s nice, dear. But, are you planning to fuck me soon because I haven't been laid in ages”.
I guess the tongue job was doing more for me than it was for her. This lady had cock on her mind. I took a few long last licks before standing up and pulling off my pants. “Yes, Mrs. Russel”, I replied, “I would be delighted to fuck you”.
She sat up on the desk and pulled her tiny skirt up to her waist. “Mrs. Russel,” I said, “I’ll replace this blouse for you later”. With that, I tore her shirt open from the top down to the last button, exposing small but tantalizing breasts. “You bet you will”, she giggled.
I leaned forward to kiss, bite and suck her nipples. Mrs. Russel took my hips in her hands and gently wiggled me forward. I was rock-hard, and she was wet and ready. Mrs. Russel had no problem maneuvering my cock into her pussy.
The sudden heat on the head of my dick was exquisite. As she pulled me in deeper the wet warmth gradually engulfed my cock. Mrs. Russel was only about 5-foot 4-inches or so. It seemed I was filling her entire body with my shaft. I worried for a moment that I might be hurting her, but the way she pounded herself into me proved she could handle everything I had and more.
Mrs. Russel must have been starved for cock for a long time, judging by the way she rode me. The expression on her face was like someone who’d just been rescued from a ship-wreck. She chanted, “fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckme-fuckme” as she heaved up and down.
Her enthusiasm affected me, too. It turned me on the way she relished being drilled by me. When she started to climax she said something no woman has ever said to me at that special moment: “You did it !”, she said , “Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou-thankyou. Oh, yes! You did it !”
Her orgasm lasted a good 10 minutes. Then she blew me like a nice little housewife. After I came in her mouth she told me that it was the first orgasm she’d had in 6 months. Mr. Russel had lost interest in sex and she had turned to the bottle to ease her frustration.
Mrs. Russel comes to visit me every few weeks, whenever she needs her pipes cleaned. She still prefers me fucking her rather than licking her cunt. But she always lets me have a taste because she knows how much it turns me on.
Mr. Russel is still on the disabled list, so I have Mrs. Russel’s pussy all to myself, for now. I hope it stays that way for a long, long time.
