Worshipping the perfect body of a bitchy MILF

Not letting his eyes leave Karen’s radiant, exposed skin, Billy slid out of his chair and fell to his knees. He crawled towards the gorgeous woman, right up to the spot Karen pointed to, like an obedient dog. He reached it and stopped, down on his knees before the smug woman, as she sat at the head of the table. Staring at that incredible body, flanked by the luxuriously soft red fabric of her dressing gown. The bright red fur either side of her elegant body somehow made her look even more beautiful.

Billy couldn’t forget who this hot body belonged to. He couldn’t forget what it had done to him. The absurd idea that somehow this admittedly fit body, with only the slightest hints of muscle, had fucking knocked him out. This soft, elegant milf body had beaten him down. The memory rocked him to his core.

Despite her immense beauty, Karen was a manipulative, cruel bitch. The woman this hot body belonged to considered him to be trash. The kind of trash that you fuck the face of, then leave ****, without a care in the world if he was alright down there. Just sleeping, boring, and abandoned in the middle of his boxing ring, while Karen the milf moved on with her day to better things. To whatever her next engagement was, with that pitiful boxing seminar tastefully wrapped up.

Karen saw the way he was staring at her. All those mixed emotions behind his eyes. The hunger, the lust, the shame.

“You really are obsessed with me, aren’t you? Brat,” Karen sneered. Then, after a pause, she added: “Prove it.”

Karen threw one arm over the backing of her seat, which was now at her side, and leaned back - thrusting her chest out and displaying that gorgeous body even more brilliantly. Without thinking or hesitating, Billy went to work. Never leaving his knees, he leaned in close, and began kissing and adoring Karen’s nude body. Worshipping the rich milf with his lips. Feeling her smooth, soft skin against his unworthy mouth.

Billy began low and moved up, first planting delicate kisses on Karen’s knees, then slowwwly up her soft thighs, to her wide hips… Kissing up her flat tummy, kissing at the tingly edge of her ribs… Billy slowly moved higher, and kissed the soft, abundant flesh of Karen’s proud, perfect breasts. He sunk his face into their softness, kissing her boobs, kissing her cleavage, and stopping for a delightful little suckle at each nipple. Karen allowed him the slight indulgence, seeing it as just another sign of Billy’s natural, understandable obsession. It was only natural for the brat to get lost in her warm, welcoming bosom.

Moving on at last, Billy worshipfully kissed Karen’s delicate collarbone, the base of her neck, and allll the way up that neck to the underside of her chin… His heart panged for more, to go even higher, but he dared not kiss her face. He knew it would be pushing the limits, and might make Karen angry. He knew he wasn’t worthy to kiss those gorgeous cheekbones, those cruel lips….

Instead, Billy began moving his attention down her body again. He planted adoring kisses along her rounded shoulders, down her slim biceps… Onto her slim wrists, along the back of her hands… Kissing those knuckles that had put him to sleep. The milfy knuckles that had brought so many problems into his life… Billy gave them perhaps more attention that he should have, pausing for more worship than he’d given any other part of her body, but something about being on his knees, kissing this cruel nearly-nude bitch’s knuckles, was making his heart sing. And making his dick chub up.

A groggy, mind-fucked champion, worshipping the knuckles of a milf… He was supposed to be a prodigy, the future of the sport, but here he was getting controlled by some wealthy mom. It was so humiliating. It was so delicious. He kissed each knuckle, the spaces between them, and back along them again… Covering these small, feminine, milfy hands in affection. As if to say there were no hard feelings for what they had put him through.

He imagined doing to same to his own mother’s soft hands, making her giggle at the ticklish sensation and amusing sight of a dominated son. Or kissing Anna’s small fists, as she stared down at him with a wicked grin, having dominated her older brother completely. He imagined kissing Carly’s knuckles, slowly, sloppily, being **** to submit his pride to that annoying feminist. But ultimately, he stopped imagining, and settled on the reality that he was giving Karen this treatment. Karen. Of all the women who had put him to sleep, she was perhaps the most humiliating he could be doing this for. His heart sped up and his dick beat in his pants as he kissed her knuckles faster, faster, almost whining like a needy animal. Kiss, kiss, kiss, across those tempting, dangerous milf knuckles.

Hearing a deep chuckle come from Karen as she noticed that special attention he was giving her knuckles, Billy finally moved on, kissing down to her fingers… Kissing her sweet fingertips… And then moving back up her body once more, starting at the knees and slowly working back up to the thighs, the breasts, the neck, and down the arms all over again.

Karen giggled melodically as his lips moved up and down her body, the uncharacteristically lovely sound impossible for her to contain as this ensnared boy tickled her pristine flesh with his affection.

“How very submissive, Billy~” she teased. “Giving yourself up to an older woman like this… My my~ What would your mother think?”

Billy could only groan, and keep on kissing. She made his mind feel sooo weak. Somehow, this rich milf bitch was breaking down all his walls. Another cruel laugh bounced around the empty dining room, as this elite boxer continued worshipping his wealthy superior. Each time he passed those breasts, each time he submitted to kissing those slim biceps or those feminine knuckles, his cock thickened and twitched even more. Karen was a goddess. A radiant, gorgeous goddess, with a mean streak.

“Oh my…” Karen sounded amused.

She was loving the attention from this young stud. Loving the way he had stopped trying to fight it. And loving the chance to tear down one of Heather’s perfect brats with her superior body. Oh, how she loathed that woman. And how she adored what had become her hated enemy’s only son. How he was so obviously infatuated with her.

“That’s enough,” Karen said.

It hurt Billy’s heart to pull away from his worshipful kisses, but Karen had something better for him to do. She looked smug as fuck as she gave him a new command.

“Stick that brain-fogged head between my thighs, and eat me out,” she said. Karen spread her legs, providing a clear path through those soft thighs to her experienced, dominant milf pussy. A pussy that knew how to fuck. How to milk a stud.

Billy was stunned, taking in the view of that glittering, hungry pink slit. He hadn’t dared go near her pussy during his worship, for fear of making Karen angry. But, if she was giving him permission… With shaky breathing, Billy slowly leaned his head in close. He began by giving her pussy those kisses he had been holding back.

Billy lay soft kisses to Karen’s outer lips, to her clit. His body shaking with each needy, affectionate smooch. As if thanking this pussy for allowing him the opportunity. Or maybe, pleading for this pussy to show him mercy. After all, it had already knocked him out once… He was kissing the cunt that had violently smothered his lights out, asking it to spare his mind this time around.

The shaky, needy kissing eventually came to an end, and Karen seemed ready for more. Billy put his hands on her thighs and gently pushed them further apart. He stretched her pussy open with his thumbs, leaned in closer, and started licking her wealthy, perfect milf pussy.

The heady, steamy scent was getting to him. He was obsessed. He just licked, and licked, and licked, working hard to not disappoint this nearly-nude fox.

Karen let out a deep, satisfied hum, leaning back in her seat as “brain fog boy” began giving her that good service. This is what she’d been craving. A good tongue-fucking from a submissive young stud.

Billy’s heart throbbed, as he continued servicing the blonde bitch who had knocked him out and made his life hell. The woman who had left his body sore and exhausted from demeaning housework, and given Carly the ability to beat his ass in front of the whole club. This bitch had ruined everything, and even now, she was just taking more… Tasting her like this, feeing so submissive, and seeing Karen’s gorgeous nude body, Billy’s dick was fully back to life in his cum-soaked pants, grown as big and hard as it could get.

Billy was inexperienced at this kind of service, but enthusiastic to please. Each time he went in deep, his tongue was pushing her deep inner walls open just slightly. He gave her a nice good inner stretch with the tip of his slippery wet tongue, then pulled out and flicked that tip against her clit. Then, he shoved it in and explored her pussy some more. Deep-diving the stone cold bitch’s fuckhole.

Each time the tip of his tongue probed deep, Billy fattened his base of his tongue and pressed it to Karen’s clit, keeping some good friction on her best spot. That little nub of joy. It was messy, and Billy didn’t really know what he was doing, but it was working. It was doing fucking wonders.

Despite Billy’s lack of experience, Karen had already been plenty turned on from their prior conversation. And seeing the young man down on his knees, eating her out, was a delicious sight indeed. Add on the deep tonguing stimulation she was receiving, however amateur, and an orgasm was quickly building inside her. Karen let out a deep, satisfied purr. Her nearly-nude body was getting sweatier, despite its exposure. A little could of steam surrounding the chair she was so proudly perched atop. Slight tremors and twitches ran through her smooth, elegant body.

She was the greatest. She was the queen. She had knocked this mouthy brat the fuck out, she had turned him into an obedient, brain-fogged houseworker, and now he was tonguing her pussy with utter fawning reverence. She had tamed him. She had wrecked him. Heather’s overconfident brat was all hers. If only that beloved bitch knew that her perfect son was obediently eating Karen the fuck out right now.

Karen felt beautiful. She felt powerful. She felt adored. She felt fucking great. Not feeling the need to delay, Karen didn’t attempt to hold back her orgasm. When it came to her, she simply let it release. And it hit her hot body like a truck.

“Oh!” Karen cried out, her legs kicking up unexpectedly either side of Billy’s head. “Ohhhhh!!”

Karen’s ankles crossed over, and her thighs squeezed around Billy’s surprised head as she cried out - her legs stretched out, tightening, adding pressure to that befuddled brain and driving Billy’s tongue even deeper inside her quaking pussy, as the powerful orgasm ran through Karen’s body. Her body shook, and her legs squeezed his head harder, tightly sandwiching him in her smooth legs.

“Mmmphh!” Billy let out a startled sound into that milfy pussy. His eyes were wide. The intense pressure of Karen’s thighs on his head was making him feel like he might get knocked out again, right here, down on his knees. Her soft, silky legs were holding him captive, breathless against her pussy, and squeezing him so much he could barely hear her satisfied moans through those milfy thigh earmuffs.

“OHHHH!!” Karen bucked against his face, lifting her ass out of her seat as she came violently against him. “YES!!!”

“MMMPHHH!!” Billy complained, directly into her quaking pussy. His deep, vibratory shouting felt fucking great, for her.

Billy’s hand came up, to weakly paw at one of Karen’s trembling, soft thighs as she squeezed his head and rode his face. His vision was starting to go spotty from the pressure on his head. With his face held so tightly against her pussy, he couldn’t get any air, only breathing in Karen’s steamy pussy instead. His muscles were going weak. His mind was going weak. His spotty vision was darkening, ever so slowly.

Holy shit… Was he going out? Was he about to be put to sleep on Karen’s bitchy, superior fucking pussy, again? It felt like he couldn’t take much more of this, but he really didn’t want to go out like this… Pants full of cum, KO’d by an enthusiastic milf’s pussy…

Fuck. Was he really about to go to sleep on her pussy?