La luxury restaurant
Sitting a the corner of two busy downtown streets, it was the kind of place that didn’t really need a large sign or extensive advertising.
Soft gold lettering glowed above the dark wood entrance, and inside, the lighting was low and warm.
Ethan had arrived first, dressed in a suit he probably hasn’t worn since his high school graduation, he has never been to such a place, like ever.
Though initially nervous, it was hard to not be confident when you are ethan.
It wasn’t long before martha walked in a few minutes later, dressed in a simple dark dress. She looked slightly modest among the sharper, more deliberate outfits around them.
She smiled when she saw him and sat down elegantly
There was a moment of awkward silence before the menus were layed, ethan made a joke about the prices not being listed next to the dishes.
Though she ordered conservatively, ethan insisted on ordering an extra mushroom soup with goats...testicle
"Trust me, those are one of a kind here"
"Two of a kind more like" the milf joked
"Ha..ha...ha yeah, two of a kind" he feigned a laugh to not her hanging
"So, I take it that you are quite familiar with this place?"
"Very, every Saturday."
She nodded curiously "With who?"
He feigned a cough as he started thinking of a lie "Oh, it’s a family thing really...it’s a good way to reconnect with parents every now and then"
She smiled "awww, That’s wholesome, really!"
As the conversation dragged from small talk to society, philosophy, politics, university and everything in between.
His attention began to drift towards a women two tables behind her. Her legs crossed high, on red sole dangling from her heel.
Then another near the window, laughing softly at something her companion said, the sound low and practiced.
There was an amusing tint in it, he has heard of a rich man’s laugh. But never a rich woman’s.
Ethan’s gaze moved between them without urgency. The system’s Presence effect made people stare back a little longer than they used to.
He wondered, not for the first time that evening, whether any of them would be more worth the time than the woman sitting across from him. That was when he saw Nicole.
She sat farther back, near one of the curtained windows, across from a man who looked at least twenty years older. Nicole wore a striking red dress that accentuated all the right places. Five full seconds passed before Nicole’s gaze finally moved across the room and found him. The smile she had been wearing completely thinned out.
For a moment neither of them looked away.
When their food arrived, they started indulging, and though ethan and martha resumed their date with little small talk, she could sense he was being distracted by something else.
Once she finished with her plate, she looked at him, irritated from his disinterest.
"If you needed someone to sit across from you so you wouldn’t look like you were eating alone," she said "you could have just paid someone. I have a husband and kids waiting at home. I didn’t come out for this."
She stood, collected her purse, leaving a bill on the table for her own plate. and walked toward the entrance without waiting for a response. Ethan rushed behind our in the cold evening air, surprised by her short temper.
"Martha!"
She stopped mid way but didn’t fully turn
"I wasn’t ignoring you" he said, keeping his voice even "I got distracted alittle, that’s on me"
He got closer, panic setting in "Let me make it up to you"
She finally looked at him, Irratiation visibly all across her face, but it was slowly softening....the same subtle softening the Presence effect tended to create when he stayed close enough long enough. This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
"My husband isn’t home yet," she said after a moment. "The kids are at my sister’s for the night. I was only going to stay out for a short dinner."
"And it seems other women were more interesting to your eyes than the one sitting right across" she added
He ignored her last remark "Then we don’t have to stay out, do we."
She wasn’t impressed.
The silence stretched for an awkward moment so he decided to take it a bit slower, stepping further into her space. "You’re right, I looked. I’m not going to insult you by pretending otherwise"
her lips parted slightly, her breath catching as the Presence hummed between them like a tuning fork struck against bone. "Then why should I—"
"Because I’m looking now," he interrupted, his gaze dropping deliberately to her mouth, then lower at her ample cleavage
"I can’t see anyone else, not when you’re this close..."
She swallowed hard, a smirk playing on her face "well, you do know your way around words, I’ll give you that"
"Your husband," he continued, ignoring her
He stepped closer until her ass pressed against the edge of the brick wall "He doesn’t see you, does he? Not like this. Not with his full attention, and definitely not with his hands itching to map every inch of skin he’s neglected"
"How long has it been," Ethan asked, his hand finding the wall beside her head, caging her in against the brick wall as pedestrians walk by, "since someone made you feel like the only woman worth worshipping"
She pressed herself against him, challenging him directly "You definitely weren’t doing THAT a few moments ago"
"Then you can scream at me for being a naughty boy" he finished, stepping back then offering his hand in invitation "But you won’t be screaming about the quality, sweetheart you’ll be screaming my name"
She chuckled a little as she placed her hand in his "We’ll see about that, naughty boy"
They took a taxi the short distance to her place; clean, quiet house on a residental block lined with similar looking houses.
Once inside, ethan didn’t give the moment time to cool
He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her while she was deliberately bending over to take off her shoes
She made a small sound of surprise against his mouth, then another when his other hand settled aggressively on her hip and pulled her closer
"I prefer older women, So much experience, I’ve heard"
Her hands rose to his chest and tore open his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest muscles as she fiddled with his nipples
"Don’t call me old, age is just a stupid number, boy" she said as she bit his nipple
He groaned
Once they reached the bedroom she let him unzip the dark dress and push it off her shoulders.
The milf stood infront of him in her full naked glory, her hips and stomach noticeably fuller than the rest of the girls in his harem
Her breasts, now that’s what you call heavy.
He took his time with them.
"You’re gorgeous, you know that"
"They all say that"
"All? Your husband hasn’t been doing a good job keeping you on your toes?"
"Honey, nobody keeps me on my toes. Women just want to have fun, too"
He kissed down the line of her throat, acros the tops of her breasts, and then lower until he could drag his tongue over one erect nipple while his fingers worked between her legs
"Nobody" She repeated, her fingers suddenly tangled brutally in his hair and yanking his head back from her nipples
"Not some tired husband who finishes in two minutes and snores with his willy. and Not some boy who thinks kisses and words make me wet." The source of this chapter is g.com.
She shoved him down, her heavy tits swaying with the movement, and climbed onto the bed with him, straddling his waist before he could react.
"I want to be fucked. I want to feel it tomorrow while I walk all funny pouring my coffee for work"
Ethan certainly did not expect her to turn out like this, at all
"This is going to be fun" he muttered to himself
"You think those little whores on campus know what to do with a cock?" She sneered, leaning down until her nipples dragged across his lips in a demanding way
"They dont. They’re playing dress up. Im the whole goddamn meal, boy. Now eat"
He compliantly sucked her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak until she hissed
"A-ahhhhhhh" she moaned "Like that, just like that.."
His free hand found her wet, bulging folds and plunged two fingers deep, curling up to hit the rought patch inside
"Yes" she snarled, ridin his hand with uncontrolled jerky movements. "Right there. Don’t you dare fucking tease me. I’ve been wet since you looked at me in that restaurant.
"I’ve been aching. Scratch it, bitch"
He switched breasts, sucking hard enough to bruise, his fingers working her in fast, punishing strokes that squelched wetly in the quiet room
"More," she demanded, her nails raking down his chest, leaving red welts. "Give me more.
He flipped her with a snarl, Pinning her beneath him. Her fuller body spreading soft against the sheets
He shoved her legs with with his knees, looking down at her form; flushed and open, her mature pussy glistening and swollen
"Is this what you want?" he asked, gripping himself, dragging the head of her enourmous through her folds,
She felt like she was about to explode from overstimulated rage at the sight of his huge cock he coated himself in her wetness. "You want to be used like a cheap fucktoy?
"Yes," she spat, her eyes blazing, her hands reaching down to grab her own thighs and pull them wider, presenting herself completely. "Stop talking and fuck, boy!"
He drove into her in one brutal thrust, bottoming out immediately, her scream tearing from her throat raw and guttural.
The bed slammed against the wall with every wet slap of their filthy bodies. Her cries of pleasure filled the room
"OH~Y-YEsss....."
"That’s it," she snarled, her teeth finding his shoulder, biting down hard. "That’s it, fuck me, use me, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m—"
She came with a violence that shocked him, her whole body seizing, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic, crushing pulses that milked him desperately.
He kept going despite her screams, chasing his own release...
Slap slap slap
He finished burined deep inside her with a low breath, holding himself deep while he filled her
"Argh...." He groaned
The system interface updated the moment the last pulse left him
[New target claimed: Martha Robertson]
[Level: 5 (high breeder)]
[Generous reward package available at the host’s convenience]