I'm such a slut for older men [FM]

I met up with John again. I can't get enough of him. The gray hair at his temples, the quiet strength in his body, it's everything a girl loves.

This time we met at a motel and didn't waste any time. We dove right into the room and into the bed. He kissed me like I was going to disappear if he didn't hold onto me tight enough. He grabbed me and pulled me against him. I loved it as he tossed me around the bed, kissing and licking my throat.

He's a surprisingly spry man for his age and aging has done nothing to his stamina. From the things he's said, if anything it's increased as he's grown older.

He pulled out his cock and I immediately began to worship it, licking and kissing it as he watched me. I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft. I love to feel the throb of a hard cock ready against my tongue. He held my face, cradling my jaw as I took him into my mouth. He groaned and threw back his head, showing off the graying hairs of his beard. I sucked him off, pressing him deep into my throat until I was choking on him.

He pulled out of my mouth and pinned me down to the bed. He dragged his tongue across my pussy, rubbing his beard against my wet skin. I was soaking for him and he savored me, letting his tongue linger to take in my flavor. He licked at my clit, knowing exactly where to find it and exactly how much pressure to use. He was like a walking encyclopedia on how to fuck a woman.

"Oh, John," I gasped. I grabbed his hair, tugging at the roots as he licked me harder. "Don't stop!"

"I like sharing you," he said, referring to the times he takes me to his country club and let all the old lecherous men fuck me silly. "But I also like having you all to myself."

"I'm all yours tonight baby," I told him. "You can have me any way you like."

He smiled and then lifted his wet lips from my pussy. He grabbed his cock, stroking it before he pressed it to my body. He was right outside of me, his tip teasing me. I kept my eyes on his, watching for the little lift of the corner of his lips as he suddenly slammed into me. I gasped and held onto him, wrapping my around his neck as he began to slam into me.

"Yes! Yes!" I chanted as he hammered into me, pounding his fat cock deep inside of me. I scratched at his tan shoulders and breathed in the pine scent of his cologne. "Fuck me baby, own me, I'm yours!"

He growled against my throat as he pumped into me harder, claiming my pussy. I let my head hang back, my vision bouncing with each thrust of his hips. He was perfect inside me, hard and thick and grinding against every nerve I could have asked for.

He buried his face in my tits, sucking on my nipples and nibbling at my breasts. I had never felt so wanted or desired than when I was in his arms and that made me even wetter.

"Oh yes!" I cried. "Keep going!"

A lesser man might have cum right there, but not John. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and pushed into me from behind. He wound my hair around his knuckles and yanked my head back, arching my back, as he fucked me from behind. Spit started to slide down my chin as I lost myself to his touch. There was a moment when pleasure surpassed everything else and all I could do was beg for more.

"Oh, John don't stop!" I moaned as he pounded into me. I reached my head back so far I could see his face, albeit upside down. Sweat ran down his forehead as he kept up a quick pace, slamming into me.

"Oh John I'm gonna"

Knowing what I was about to say he cut me off.

"Go ahead, darling, cum on my cock," he said. I cried out. All my muscles tensed up and then suddenly released as my orgasm ripped through me. "Good girl."

I cried out again, my orgasm stretched by his words and the throb of him inside of me. He leaned over me, planting his hands on either side of mine. He kissed the back of my neck and across my shoulders. "Good girl."

I couldn't help it, I love being called a good girl. I whimpered as he kept hammering into me, fucking my sensative pussy even harder.

"Cum inside me, John!" I begged. "Please, make me yours!"

He groaned as he finished inside of me, filling me to the brim. I sighed as I felt his hot cum pool inside of me, stuffing me full of him. He pulled out and his cum began to drip out of me, sliding down my inner thighs.

I collapsed to the bed and he laid beside me.

"If I could, I'd fuck you all day," he said, smiling to himself.

"Then take me home, I'll be your freeuse whore," I told me, resting my head on his chest.

"If I could get my wife out of the house…" he paused. "She's going on a trip next week."

He shot me a look.

"Well, since you'll be alone, would you like your own personal slut to fuck whenever and however you want?" I asked, biting my lip. He responded by kissing me which I knew meant yes. I can not wait.