30 Hot Milf Erotica Porn Stories

by Pamela Cougars

  “The session is about over.” His smile suddenly made her feel comfortable again. “And so is my shift, so would you like to get some drinks with me?”

  “You mean like a date.” She eyed him curiously.

  “Sure, why not.” Jericho, aka, Jerome Carlson cocked his head slightly.

  “Uh, okay.” She smiled back, the look on his face reminded her of a pet puppy she had back in her childhood.

  “Great.” He stood up and rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get your clothes back on and get out of here.”

  * * * * *

  “I think I should have stopped three drinks earlier.” Jerome smiled and shook his head as he stood outside her hotel room with her. “But it was so good to see you again, Helen.”

  “We can go inside and have a cup of coffee. You’ll feel better.” Helen placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “In fact I could use a drink of hot coffee myself.”

  “Uh, sure.” He nodded and followed her inside.

  A thrill rushed through Helen’s body. Her heart was pounding furiously enough to jump right out of her chest. She walked quickly across the living area and into the kitchen. She had never been in there, the hotel staff took care of all that. But now, at this late hour, no one was there to attend to her. “Where’s that damn Java?” She scratched her head. Turning around in frustration, she bumped into a hard body and stumbled.

  Jerome held her in his strong arms as she teetered about. He drew her close to him; no words were said as their lips met with passion-filled hunger. She savored the sensation of his hot searching tongue in her mouth. Butterflies seemed to have suddenly started a party inside her heaving belly. Her knees shaking, she leaned onto him and yearned for his hands to roam all over her body again. She surrendered to the pleasure of his passionate kiss and relaxed as his hand cradled her head and massaged her neck. Her hands explored the masculine hardness of his broad shoulders and wide back. She had waited so long for a lover like this, almost twenty years too long.

  “Oh God, Jerome!” Helen gasped as they parted for a breath of air. “Is this right? Are we…”

  He didn’t reply, instead his kiss travelled down her neck and to her cleavage. Helen’s breathing quickened as he kept kissing her breasts over the thin material of her beach shirt. Her knees were ready to give and she had to hold on to the kitchen counter with both hands. Jerome went down on his knees before her and slid his talented hands teasingly up her smooth thighs. He grasped at her shorts and pulled them all the way down. She shivered with anxious anticipation as he took a deep breath of her arousal and planted a kiss on her pussy over her very wet panties. This was really happening. She was going to have sex the way she had always dreamt about.

  “Uh, Jerome, please… kiss my pussy again.” She moaned haltingly as her body shivered. His passionate kisses on her pussy were setting her whole body on fire like never before.

  He pulled the damp lace panties down to her ankles. She gasped out loud and jerked as his tongue snaked over her exposed pussy. Grasping his head in her hands, Helen pushed her pelvis forward. Her legs he pushed apart wider and stretched her swollen arousal before swirling his wicked tongue around her engorged clitoris in tiny circles. She yelped as electrical sparks seemed to ripple all through her body. Her manicured nails clawed at his head, digging into his rich dark scalp.

  This was so much better than anything she ever had with anyone before. Helen thought she could die happy now as his tongue tormented her inflamed pussy and throbbing clitoris. The familiar sensation of an orgasm building had her quivering and shaking, she could tell that it was going to be an experience like never before, multiplied many times over. Her knees finally gave in and she slowly slid downward. Jerome’s strong hands cupped her soft buttocks and he held her up. One last deep and lingering thrust of his tongue triggered her release and she let herself go. She wept and moaned, her hands stroking his head as she came in shuddering waves of indescribable pleasure.

  Jerome continued lashing his tongue over her pussy, intensifying the range of sensations erupting all over her. He seemed to really savor her orgasmic explosion all over his face as he lovingly teased her to the edge of tears. He sucked hungrily on her pussy, his mouth moving with the skillful expertise of a man who wanted to pleasure his woman. Her over-stimulated clitoris went numb with the sheer pleasure of the last few shuddering bursts escaping her spent body. She buckled over him as hot tears of happiness finally came streaming down her flushed face. A sense of pure unfettered bliss filled her heart and mind. At last, Helen had found the sexual satisfaction that been eluding her for so damn long.

  “Oh, god… Oh, Ger…” She whimpered over him. “I’ m so happy, I could die right now…”

  Jerome laughed and rose up to his feet with her slumped over his shoulder. She hugged his neck, never wanting to let him go. He carried her out of the kitchen and over to the bed room. He let her slide off him on to the bed and stood over her with his hands on his hips and his pelvis thrusting forward.

  “I want you, Jerome…” Helen almost pleaded; her arms and legs shivering. “I want you to make love to me… I want you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

  Jerome gave her a silent smile and ran his eager hands all over her body. He stripped off her shirt and her lacy bra after. Her soft round breasts fell free and she lay there naked, spread out on the bed for him. He dropped his own clothes quickly and climbed onto the bed naked and ready to plunder her.

  Helen was momentarily stunned at the sight of his surging arousal. She gaped at him, never having seen anything so big and thick before. It looked almost a foot long and thicker than her own forearm. Was it real? She felt a tremor all through her as he twitched his monstrous erection and grinned at her. The only two cocks she had seen before, up close like this, were nowhere near half of this thing. And to think she could have had this treat since she was in high school.

  “Jerome … that thing, it’s so….” She said with trepidation. “It’s so damn big.”

  Jerome laughed softly as he knelt over her. “You are quite ready for this, my sweet Hell’s Kitten Helen.”

  “Yes, yes… I am. I am more ready than I’ll ever fucking be, Jerome.” She surprised herself with her sudden brazenness as he prodded her hungry pussy lips with his foot long hard cock. “Spear me with that beautiful thing, fuck me now… please. Fuck me hard.”

  “Grr, yes.” He snarled with passion as he entered her in one swift move. Helen’s eyes went wide and her scream caught in her throat. She felt like she was being skewered alive. The hardness of his thick cock was nothing like she had ever experienced before. She sensed his intense passion for her surging through every inch of his throbbing erection as he slammed powerfully into her. Helen cried out, pain and pleasure entwining as her lover’s raging hardness buried itself to the root inside her. She looked up at his intense face as it shimmered with perspiration, seeing more than just animal lust there. Her rapid breath began to calm and she gazed at him with a desire that she thought she could never ever feel.

  “Oh, Jerome!” Helen moaned, feeling satisfied and content. “Fuck me, oh, this is so damn good.”

  His response was a loud groan as his erection incredibly swelled even more, deep inside her. It seemed to Helen that the lustful tone of her voice was turning him on immensely. He increased the speed of his thrusts, ramming her hard, just as she had always wanted a lover to do. She heard his breathing get shallower with each powerful thrust, telling her that he was nearing an orgasm. His cock felt like an enormous piston inside her, and she shook with eager anticipation of what could only be a most explosive ejaculation inside her.

  “Oh, God! Helen! My sweet beau… beautiful Hel… ennn…” Jerome gasped sharply, his breath short and ragged. “I’m going to cu… uhhh… no, no… not just yet.”

  His monster of a cock was on the verge of release, and yet she sensed him holding back. Helen’s excited heart pounded hard against her heaving chest. This was by far the best tim
e of her life and she never wanted it to end. She wanted this man more than ever, now and for ever, for every day of her life.

  “Oh Jerome!” Helen whimpered. “Please, don’t stop… please keep fucking me.”

  “I am, baby.” Jerome smiled and kissed her sweat slick brow. “I want us to cum together.”

  “Oh Jerome, you’re the best ever…” She wept, kissing him back lovingly.

  He nodded and kept up the thrusting motion of his raging erection back and forth inside her pussy. His hardness filled her tight warmth and tendrils of extreme pleasure ran amok all over her yearning body. His cock seemed to get even bigger and she grasped hard at the tight steely buns of his muscular buttocks. Jerome shuddered against her softness under his lean hard body.

  “Oh, Helen!” He groaned in lustful bliss and grabbed at the soft mounds of her breasts. “Let’s do it… let’s cum as one.”

  “Oh God, Jerome, this is so amazing… oh you are a man-god.” Helen wept, her body quaking violently with her second powerful orgasm of the evening. “Fuck me, Jerome… oh please, keep on fucking me.”

  “Oh, Helen, my sweet little angel.” Jerome groaned. “You’re cumming so hard… all over my cock, oh yeah… uuhh, here I cum, baby... all for you, always for you.”

  His loud grunt echoed around the hotel bedroom as his engorged cock heaved and exploded in an ecstatic release inside her. Helen shivered at the sensation of the hot splash of semen. His immense load ejected out of his enlarged cock deep inside her and seemed to go on and on. She came along with him, again and again, and lost count of how many orgasms she was having. Her belly quaking non stop with the sensation of her explosive release, she whimpered into his ear. Tears of happiness poured down her face as she reveled at the delightful warmth of his unending orgasm. She shook as another wave of her orgasm hit her, her mind going free and losing herself to unbound passion.

  How much time passed since they started, Helen could never guess as they lay exhausted, satiated and content with each other. Their arms and legs entwined, sweaty bodies locked in passion, the two reunited lovers nuzzled and pecked at one another.

  “I’ve always dreamt of this, Helen.” Jerome whispered with a smile. “I could never get over you. I didn’t find anyone else like you, I never even looked hard enough… there isn’t anyone else who can me feel the way you do.”

  “Ohmigod!” Helen stared up at him in awe. “And to think, all these years… it could have been so different, if I… if we had only…”

  “Yeah, that’s life.” He sighed and caressed her hair. “Never works when you want it to.”

  “I suppose that’s true.” She said, suddenly feeling very glum. “Most of my life’s been wasted in the wrong place with the wrong man.”

  “Well, we can always start afresh. You and I.” Jerome had that eager boyish grin on his face. “We aren’t all that old yet.”

  “Oh, good grief!” She blinked. “You can’t mean… are you suggesting that we...”

  “It looks like fate suddenly decided to give us a break.” He nodded. “To forget the past and move on ahead anew.”

  “Move on ahead?” She gasped. “Are you serious? You and I… get together.”

  “If you haven’t anyone better, I’m all yours.” He kissed her cheek.

  “Well, that’s really flattering, after all these wasted years.” Helen shook her head with uncertainty. “I’ve had a terrible love life so far and sex has always been one disaster after another. I’m an old fashioned girl, Jerome, one nighters and sex on the side don’t quite excite me… I always end up falling hard for the man I want, and I’ve been hurt by that before.”

  “I understand completely, Helen. I’ve never did find that with anyone else either.” He had a look of self pity about him. “I’ve never been more in love with anyone as much as I have with you.”

  “Oh, Jerome. That is so damn flattering.” Helen reached out and touched his hand. “But are you sure about this... I mean, the sex was great… but a life together?”

  “That’s what I crave for, Helen.” He sounded like he was pleading. “I’ve always been in love with you, but I never thought you felt the same for me? After high school, you left for college upstate, and I had to get a job. Then I heard you got married and it tore me up… it was even worse when I looked for you in every woman I dated. Then I knew no other woman would do for me, so I found a way to bury the hurt with this work that I do here in Brazil… but now with you here, things could be different, could be better… for the two of us.”

  “Better than ever actually, and I must say… I can think of this as fate’s recompense for the shit my life has so far been.” She smiled and caressed his hardening cock with her slender fingers, her eyes gleaming with lust as she looked deep onto his. “And I have a lot shitty times in my life that has to be compensated for.”

  Story 14

  William Rochester stepped into the spattering rain, donning his hat and pulling the collar of his overcoat up. His medical satchel and small leather suitcase, the only belongings he had, were placed beside him by the driver before the car pulled away. The young man of twenty three looked up at the foreboding edifice that towered before him. This was going to be his designated workplace from now on, without reprieve. It was almost a life sentence, little consolation that he was on the right side of the iron bars.

  Kravestone Penitentiary, the dull sign on the high stone wall read. The sun had long since set, the drive there almost took five hours. He looked around. Not a soul in sight. The walls were almost twenty feet high, with barbwire adding another six feet of menacing elevation.

  “Doctor Rochester, welcome to Kravestone.” A large man in a dark wrinkled suit walked out from under the twelve foot high Iron Gate to greet him. “I’m Warden James O’Reilly. You must have really pissed off some people high up to get tossed down this hell-hole.”

  “Good evening, Warden.” Rochester shook the larger man’s hand firmly. “I was told this place would be good for my health.”

  “If you like the company of hardened criminals, ruthless murderers and the worst scum of the Earth, you might find this place refreshing.” O’Reilly snorted, not caring for the younger man’s sarcasm. “Let me show you to the clinic where you will be working, and then your office, which is also your lodgings.”

  “How old is this place?” Rochester stared at the darkened walls as he fell in step behind his disgruntled host.

  “Built before the civil war…” The warden replied. “More than four hundred years, we can guess.”

  “They don’t make places like this anymore.” The young doctor marveled at the robust structure.

  “Yeah, but the scum to inhabit them keep on coming.” O’Reilly said with a tired sigh.

  “What are my duties exactly, Warden?”

  “You’ll head the medical staff…” The warden led him into the clinic. “The guy we had died last week.”

  “How many in the medical staff.” Rochester exhaled heavily as he glanced around the dismal working area.

  “Just two.”O’Reilly said indifferently. “You and the night nurse.”

  “Two?” The young man was taken aback. “But how am I going…”

  “You have to figure that out, Doc.” The larger man gave him a tight smile. “This is not exactly General Hospital, you know. Keeping this scum alive and well isn’t really a prime priority.”

  “But that’s unethical…” Rochester protested, sitting down on the examination table.

  “Is that why you find yourself here, Rochester… because you’re very ethical.” O’Reilly almost sneered, staring right at the young doctor from the big city.

  “Thank you for your time, Warden.” Rochester stood up and nodded. “I can take it from here.”

  “Good luck, Doctor.” The other man turned away. “You’re going to need it.”

  “Luck hasn’t been with me for some time now.” Rochester muttered as he sifted through the tools and medical equipment in the little clinic. “
And I doubt she’ll be with me ever again.”

  “A little faith and everything will be well again.” A rich lilting voice made him look up.

  “You must be the night nurse.” He stared at the woman in a starched and snug white uniform standing by the side entrance to the clinic. “Mrs. Della Swanson.”

  “That’s Miss Della Swanson, Doctor Rochester.” The red haired woman smiled, walking up to him. “And I am the night nurse here at Kravestone Penitentiary.”

  “And are you the only woman here in this gloomy place?” He asked, his keen eyes trailing along the ripe curves of her womanhood.

  “There’s also Elsa the cook and we have a few washer women coning in once a week.” She met his gaze and scanned him head to foot. “Are you in need of more women here, Doctor?”

  “Er… no,” He averted his eyes, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “I was told this is a prison for men.”