The Milf Contract

A small moan was heard inside the room. What was her name again? Madelin? Mary? Morgan? I couldn' t remember right now...and honestly, I didn' t care for it as well. Not like I could have asked her about it as well. The noise of her mouth was being decidedly more noisy than intended, inside this small and faintly lit hotel room.

My right hand ran over her soft and silky long hairs, while the other was fingering her from beneath her skirt, her button being playfuly played from inside her frilly panties. I could have asked her name again ,yeah... but I was only thinking about her giving head to me right now, like a cloud looming over my head.

“You' re doing very well, baby girl...” I whisper to her ear, mouth inches from her reddened ears. She was getting more intense down there, her mouth sloppily moving around my shaft. Seeing her trying so much, despite being clearly inexperienced...was extremely enjoyable, almost giving me a…rush of power over her.

I move my hands around her head, slowly moving on the sides. She slowly stopped, my dick still inside her mouth, her eyes looking up towards me for just a split second. And, in that split second, I pushed her head on my member, filling her entire throat. Hearing her gag at it was even more enjoyable…as much as her starting to suck again, even more eager, even more messier than before.

I could barely make out my existence in that moment. Violently erupting my cum inside her throat, she widens her eyes, gagging even more than before. After some decisive seconds, Ilet go of her head…and she starts caughing, cum dripping out of her petite, red lips. She got even more pale than she was before, her cross necklace dandling with each cough.

“W-what the hell man!” says the girl, still not perfectly recovered from the…experience.

“That feelt great…keep doing that, you’re good at this! You’ re gonna become a number one slut in no time!” you say. She actually was pretty decent at sucking cock. She did a good job with her wet lips, stroking well my shaft.

The girl was looking at me, scanning my face, clearly not pleased by the less than kind words I gave to her.

“So…do you want a round two, or are you finished here? And if it’ s the second option, can you close the door? Don’ t want to get me and my boy chilly” I laugh.

“…”

A silence has been built between us.

She slowly recollected herself, and went for the door of the hotel room.

As it was closing behind, a faint phrase, maybe a comment, was heard from behind the door.

“Disgusting.”

Yawning, I looked at the ceilling. Tomorrow Uni lessons started again, like every week…I wish it was always the weekend. Way less thoughts inside someone head, no? And maybe also more time to dedicate to some passions…still need to finish that game I bought a week ago.

And with several thoughts as this sorrouding my mind, sleep was having the best out of me, drifting more and more into…Morpheus gentle hug.

P.S. So, this is my first jam at writing something like this! Any kind of comment would be greatly apprecciated, and also any correction in some grammatical errors, suggestions, or something you would like to see! Thank you for reading this far!