MILF (Episode One, Chapter Five)

0 Flares Twitter 0 Facebook 0 Pin It Share 0 Email -- 0 Flares ×
This has been an excerpt from the first episode of Lexi Maxxwell’s heart-pounding serial, MILF. Click here to read more!

MILFOlivia and Todd stepped through the door five breathless seconds before me. I stepped inside and threw my bag on the nearby chaise. Olivia and Todd, cherry popped on trading money for pussy, turned to the virgin and smiled.

I was a pig on a rotisserie.

I wanted to be eaten.

They wasted no time. Todd was already hard, pounding against his wool trousers. Olivia made friends with the floor, falling to her knees and pulling down his zipper, making wide eyes over her waiting prize. For the next four minutes Olivia slowly sucked his cock into cumming, the entire time taking turns looking up at Todd and then over at me, staring deeply into my eyes and making me wetter with seconds.

Fuck wet. My cunt is a bucket. 

Olivia turned from me back to Todd, moaning all over his meat, as she slipped a hand down her skirt and fingered her slit. I’m not sure who was louder.

She bobbed hard for a minute, tickling her tuna until a second from Todd’s you know, then pulled her hand from her panties, popped him out of her mouth, and sprayed his spunk like she was dousing fire from her face.

She moaned and squirmed and smiled. I’d never seen anything like it.

In better times, when I wasn’t pissed at our history whenever Mark was inside me, I’d let him cum on my face whenever he wanted. He got off on it, and there was something dirty about the load landing on my creamy cheeks that made me want to roll around on the floor and get filthy. But in a decade and a half together, I’d never thought to pull him out of my mouth and give him a helping hand all over my face.

Fucking genius – the facial as her idea.

Olivia rose from the floor, still smiling at Todd as she turned to me, giving me a look that said Roll with it, bitch. She crossed the room and fucked my face with her mouth.

You’ll do everything, eh, Olivia?

Cum flooded my mouth, and a lot like when a million mini-Marks landed on my face, the dirty act made me want to get filthy on the floor.

Olivia pulled away, smiled her giant thank you! and whispered something in Todd’s ear before taking a tiny bite of his earlobe.

She took care of him once, so we could take care of him twice.

Olivia went to the bedroom. Todd and I followed behind.

Olivia tore the clothes from her body like they were part of the bill, then ripped Todd’s away like paper from presents. I slowly undressed, as though offering a slower show, hoping he couldn’t see the truth that my insides were buzzing bees and dripping honey.

They were on the bed in seconds.

I watched Todd bury his face between Olivia’s legs, her back arching as a long purr rolled through the bedroom. Her hands curled in his hair, pushing him deeper the second he got there. With his fingers under her ass, splaying her cheeks, he shoved her lower frame hard against his face.

Todd pulled his head from Olivia’s lap, smiling, his mouth glazed and eyes shining. Olivia gave him a you-better-not-even-think-about-stopping-while-you’re-eating-my-pussy look, so he finished smiling and went back for seconds.

I crawled behind Todd, slowly running my hands along the length of his back. I blew lightly on his skin as he shuddered and moaned and buried his mouth deeper into Olivia.

I watched, not knowing what to do.

I wasn’t sure why I was there, outside the novelty. Olivia and Todd clearly had chemistry. He paid her before, and knew her rhythms enough to get the most for his money. I felt like I was in the way, adding to nothing, kneeling at the back of the bed – soaking wet.

Only drunk would I be able to remember the last time I was so fucking horny. I would do anything anyone wanted; I just had to know what it was.

Olivia shot me a look, no mystery in its meaning:

What the fuck are you doing? Make noise, swallow cock, shove your fingers into your furbox! Eat my asshole. Do whatever you need to do to get yourself in this here ménage àhole stuffing. Right fucking now.

My cunt was hungry, and as mad as I was at my Mark, I wanted him bad. If I were at home and he wasn’t in Raleigh, I’d make him fuck me once, fuck me again, and then I’d wake him up after he fell asleep so he could fuck me into thirds.

But Todd was on the bed, and he had the dick I’d been paid to milk.

I said sorry with my eyes, smiling at Olivia, then lowered my head and added my tongue to the painting applied to her throbbing client. It was amazing to see Todd so hard already, when just minutes before Olivia had licked her way to the creamy center of his Tootsie Pop.

I moaned as loud as I could without being obnoxious, pushing Olivia out of the way, and gobbling all of Todd’s cock by myself.

Much better.

I pictured Mark, so I wouldn’t hate myself as much, bobbing up and down with a client’s cock between my cheeks. I imagined Mark moaning above me as I dragged my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, keeping his entire cock in my mouth, just like my Mark loved.

I pulled my lips away and smiled at Todd’s saliva-coated cock. He moaned as I slowly stroked his slick shaft; up and down, up and down, while Olivia crawled on all fours and nibbled him ear to toe.

Olivia smiled at me, great job, keep going behind her grin, then crawled to the edge of the bed and fingered her slit; my queue to take the balls and run.

So, I did.

Todd had my full attention while Olivia had his. He reached over and rubbed her pussy, his fingers piled on hers, eight digits slipping inside, one and two at a time. She bit her bottom lip and moaned.

I leaned over and licked the edge of Todd’s lips, silently begging him to open his mouth. He did, and I entered him with my tongue. He moved his eyes from me to a moaning, masturbating Olivia – his Veronica – then back at me.

He took his fingers from her and slipped them inside me. Thinking of Mark, I leaned back, improving my angle so Todd’s fingers could slide deeper inside. He held them rigid as I bounced, faster and faster, breath getting ragged until I heaved a bottomless, shuddering breath and eased myself from his digits.

I dropped to a crawl and shoved his fingers into my mouth, sucking juices from base to tip, one by one while I imagined rolling around and getting filthy on the floor.

I took hold of Todd by his base, then lowered my body, rubbing the tip of his dick against my full, swollen lips, before sliding down to the bottom. I screamed, and meant it, bouncing up and down until I found a stream to swim without thinking.

Olivia crawled on Todd’s face and started grinding against his mouth, growling with pleasure. I was lost in something I didn’t expect, and probably breaking the First Commandment of Selling Your Snatch by putting my needs above the client’s.

I fucked Todd like I was paying, cumming so hard my cunt made a corkscrew on his cock; twisting, writhing and – by the look on his face – sending him somewhere where the air was scented in pleasure.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Olivia teased from behind. “Todd’s not allowed to cum until he pounds my pussy some more! Isn’t that right, Todd?”

Todd whimpered and nodded.

I finished my shudder and emptied my hole.

“Fuck me,” Olivia commanded, back on all fours.

Todd filled her dripping hole with his swollen salami, grabbing two handfuls of ass on his way into town.

“Fuck her harder,” I whispered in his ear, knowing exactly what to do and wanting to do it more. “Tell her she’s a filthy whore who deserves to get covered in cum.”

Todd screamed, “You’re a filthy whore who deserves to get covered in cum!”

“Faster,” I whispered.

Todd was hammer to Olivia’s nail, pounding her deeper into a heavier moan. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Not in her, on her,” I said, no longer whispering. “Cover her in cum like the filthy whore she is!”

Todd pulled himself out from Olivia’s clit. “Drench me in cum, and Alexa will lick it off,” she cried, looking at me. That’s what you get, I could hear her think.

I said, “I hope you have enough for both of us because I want to suck my share from her mouth again.”

The first stream missed Olivia’s back, landing with a thick glop in the messiest hair I’d ever seen on her head. The next six shots landed mostly on her back, except for the splashes that landed like Jackson Pollock painting the headboard. Todd was still shooting when I started lapping at pools in Olivia’s back, swallowing most of what I licked, but saving a mouthful for her.

We kissed, and I swallowed the last drop. Olivia opened her mouth and said, “Ah,” showing Todd her creamy surprise.

“Holy fuck,” he said. “Twice the price and three times the fun.”

Todd collapsed on the bed.

We cleaned him, then ourselves, before gathering our things and leaving the room.

“So?” Olivia said, a second after the door swung shut behind us.

I didn’t know what I was thinking, and didn’t want to think about whatever that was.

My mind didn’t change the entire way home.

If anything, my little adventure had me thinking of Mark. I thought about the last time I wanted to fuck him in public, dinner at Boca, during a better time between us. Back when we hired babysitters and stained our calendars with naughty time in ink.

At Boca, I was too hot to make it through desert. Our drive home had some cock teasing; flashed nipples, a peek at my soaking blush colored panties, and liberal use of my tongue. The cabin held nothing but blended breath as his strong hand traced long lines from my knee to my center.

I wanted him to fuck me like a sailor when we got home, but Mark did something I longed for even more. He carried me into the bedroom, and lay me on our bed. Mark undressed me, an item at a time, starting with my shoes, then moving to my jewelry, stockings and dress. Finally, my bra.

He left my pink panties hugging my ass so I knew he wasn’t in a hurry.

Mark loosened his tie and pulled it out from his collar, watching me, eyes fixed as he kicked off his shoes, peeled socks from his feet with his toes, and unbuttoned his shirt. He took off his underwear, climbed on top of the bed, and said, “Touch me.”

I stroked his cock as he covered my body with kisses, starting behind me ear, working his way to my ankles, back to my opposite ear, grazing my breasts and the upper lengths of my inner thighs along the way.

I fell asleep thinking about how much I loved him, never more than that night.

Three months later I woke to the truth.

I said good night to Olivia, and she promised to call me. She blew me kisses as I shut the Mercedes and pretended to catch her kiss with my teeth. I waved when I got to the door, then slipped inside my silent house, thanked Carla, and peeked in on Avery and Nolan.

I went to the bedroom, peeled the clothes from my body, left them in a pile at the foot of my bed, then sloshed myself into another hard orgasm on my way to snoring, twisting my nipples until I arrived.

Click here to read more of Lexi Maxxwell’s heart-pounding serial, MILF on your favorite e-reader NOW!
0 Flares Twitter 0 Facebook 0 Pin It Share 0 Email -- 0 Flares ×

Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *