Linda’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she approached Helen’s counter, her voluptuous figure squeezing past the neatly arranged racks of lingerie. She was a regular in Victoria’s Secret, often popping in during her lunch breaks from the quaint bookstore in the same building. Her love for the intimate garments was no secret; they were a stark contrast to the dusty tomes she sold to her more conservative clientele. “Oh Helen,” she breathed, her voice a soft purr, “you’ve got the new ones in!” “Yes, for the Valentine’s Day special,” Helen replied with a knowing smile. “I bet they’ll be flying off the shelves. You are such a lucky woman, working here.” Linda’s gaze lingered on the delicate lace and silk, a silent wish for a life filled with the kind of passion and luxury the store represented.

Linda leaned in closer, a mischievous spark in her eye. “What is trending these days, in panties these days?” she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Well, among couples, it’s definitely the crotchless ones,” Helen said, her voice as smooth as velvet. She held up a pair of black, lacy underwear with a provocative gap in the front. “It’s like saying ‘I’m dressed up, but I’m ready for anything,’” she added with a wink. “Not the one for a girl like me. I don’t get that kind of action,” Linda sighed dramatically, flipping through a rack of thongs. “Among naughty single moms, it’s the ‘mommy’s little secret’ range,” Helen said with a laugh. “Comfortable, yet seductive.” She showed Linda a pair with a delicate bow on the backside. “Mmm, maybe for a special occasion,” Linda said, stroking the fabric. “Among college girls,” Helen continued, “it’s all about the ‘cheeky’ panties. Barely there, yet leaving nothing to the imagination.” She displayed a pair that was more about the string than the fabric. “Hmm,” Linda murmured, “I might need to update my collection. But it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to show them off to.” Helen asked, “How long has it been?” Linda took a deep breath and said, “Too long. The bookstore keeps me pretty isolated. Sometimes, I just crave the feel of a man’s hand…or…..” Helen raised an eyebrow, “Or?” Linda blushed, “Or his….pot,” she whispered, her voice trailing off. “Pot?” Helen chuckled. Linda made a small, embarrassed laugh, “It’s just a little term I use for… you know.” “Ah, his manhood,” Helen finished for her, her smile widening. “Yes,” Linda nodded eagerly, “his honey pot, his… manly treasure. I know it sounds silly, but I miss the thrill of it, the taste, the way it feels.” Helen nodded in understanding. “So what’s the deal with this African guy you were telling me about?” she prodded gently. “That was a mistake,” Linda said with a sigh. “He had the longest… cock I’ve ever seen, but he didn’t know what to do with it.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s like he thought size was all that mattered.” Helen nodded sagely, “It’s about the journey, not just the destination.” Linda nodded in agreement.

The conversation took a more personal turn as Helen remembered Ben, the suave, wealthy gentleman who had swept her off her feet just a couple of nights ago. She couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as she recalled the experience. “You know what, Linda? I met someone recently,” she began, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “He’s got stamina like you wouldn’t believe. After a night with him, it takes me a couple of days to walk straight.” She giggled, her hand moving to her lower back as if to soothe an invisible ache. “And my pussy,” she whispered, “It was sore for two days.” Linda’s eyes went wide with envy. “It’s like he’s got a never-ending supply of… of…,” she searched for the right words, “of love juice,” she finally said, blushing a deeper shade of pink. “It’s like he’s got a PhD in fucking,” Helen said, her voice filled with amazement. “He’s got all the right moves, knows all the right buttons to push. I’ve never felt so alive.” Linda looked at her with a mix of admiration and envy. “You’re so lucky, Helen. I wish I could find someone like that.”

Helen leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Guess what, Linda? He’s almost 60!” Linda’s eyes grew even wider, and she couldn’t help but let out a little snort of surprise. “60?!” she exclaimed. “But how?” “I know, right?” Helen said, her voice filled with wonder. “But he’s got the stamina of a 25-year-old. It’s like he’s got a secret stash of viagra in his pocket.” Linda’s mouth had gone dry, and she found herself drooling at the thought. “Fuck, I can’t even imagine,” she murmured. “I have such a crush on older guys,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing. “They know what they want, and they’re not afraid to go for it.” She sighed wistfully, her hands caressing the fabric of the ‘mommy’s little secret’ panties she still held. “It’s like you just need to stand there for them, and they’ll make it happen.”

“We had a wild night together,” Helen whispered, leaning even closer to Linda. “We didn’t just stick to the bedroom. Oh no, we started our second round in the garage, and then in under the moonlight in his garden.” She paused, her eyes glossing over as she remembered the feel of the cool grass against her skin. “He was so gentle, yet so commanding. And the way he handled me, it was totally different.” Linda’s breath hitched. “But what I couldn’t get over was his… precum.” She spoke the word with the reverence of someone revealing a sacred secret. “It was like a never-ending potion.” Linda’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers. “Precum?” she squeaked. “Yes,” Helen nodded, “like he’s got a fountain of it. And let me tell you, it was….” She gestured with her hand like she was savoring a delicious dessert. “Helen, are you telling me he’s your date?” Linda’s voice was a mix of awe and disbelief. “Well, not exactly,” Helen said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why do you ask?” “Because,” Linda breathed, “I’ve always had this… craving for precum. It’s like a delicacy to me.”

Helen took a step back and eyed Linda up and down, her gaze lingering on the woman’s full breasts and round hips. “You know what, Linda? I think you two would hit it off.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Linda’s cheeks flushed, and she bit her lower lip. “Do you want to hangout with an old man…bed with him, and enjoy the…honey from him?” Helen’s voice was low, her question hanging in the air like a delicious invitation. “Fuck yes, I do,” Linda breathed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Well, I’ll talk to him,” Helen said with a knowing smile. “I know Ben. He loves women, and he knows how to please them. You’d be in good hands…or should I say, good cock.” She winked at Linda, who giggled nervously. “Thank you, Helen,” Linda gushed, her voice filled with excitement. “You have no idea how much this means to me. I’ll make sure he’s satisfied. I can be whatever he wants me to be.” Her voice took on a seductive tone, and she winked back, her eyes filled with determination. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” Helen said with a grin. “You’re just his type: beautiful, young, and hungry for adventure. He’ll love you.” Linda felt a thrill run through her body at the thought. “You are so generous,” she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. Helen just shrugged. “What can I say? I love sharing the joy” she added with a wink. Leaning closer she said, “I wouldn’t mind joining in on the fun. Sometimes, I crave a taste of added sugar too.”

Linda’s eyes went wide, and she took a sharp intake of breath. The idea of sharing Ben with Helen was both terrifying and exhilarating. “You mean… the three of us?” she whispered, her heart racing. “Why not?” Helen replied with a shrug. “It’s all about pleasure and satisfaction. And let me tell you, Linda, there’s something incredibly hot about watching a man like Ben in action. Plus,” she winked, “it’s a great way to learn some new tricks.” Linda felt her cheeks burn as she contemplated the offer. It was unlike anything she had ever considered before, but the prospect was too tantalizing to resist. “Don’t think too much. Now it’s just you and Ben, but who knows, maybe one day we’ll make it a party.” Linda nodded saying “ I have never been to a threesome.” “Neither have I,” Helen confessed with a laugh, “But isn’t that the beauty of it? We’re both new to this. No expectations, no judgments. We can just let go and enjoy the experience. Ben’s quite the mentor when it comes to this sort of thing. He’s had his fair share of wild nights.”

Linda hugged Helen tightly, her breasts pressing into the other woman’s chest. “Thank you,” she whispered. With that, she turned and sashayed back to the bookstore, her hips moving in a way that made every head in the nearby shops turn to watch her go. Helen couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride at the thought of setting up her with Ben. She pulled her iphone from her pocket and texted Ben, “Hey, are you up for meeting someone new? She’s young, curvy, and eager to meet you. I think you’ll hit it off. She’s into the kind of fun we talked about.” She sent the message and then went back to her work. She texted again, “Why don’t you come to the bookstore in the same shopping center where I work? She works here and would love to chat.” Ben replied almost immediately, “I’ll come by tomorrow. But don’t tell her about it.” Helen grinned and typed back, “My lips are sealed. But don’t be too much of a tease, she’s been waiting for this.”

The next day, Ben stepped into the bustling shopping center, feeling a peculiar mix of excitement and anticipation. He had donned a casual yet sophisticated outfit — a checkered scarf around his neck, a white high-neck woolen shirt and jeans, and a golf cap that sat atop his silver hair like a crown. The scent of freshly brewed coffee from the café nearby mingled with the aroma of leather from the luxury boutiques. His eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of the bookshop. The shopping center’s ambiance was a stark contrast to his usual haunts of high-end restaurants and luxury hotels. And then he saw it — nestled between a chic clothing store and a gourmet deli, a quaint little bookstore with a sign that read “Whispering Literature.” Ben walked in, with a curiosity that seemed to match the quiet whispers of the pages that surrounded him. Linda was indeed the only woman in the shop, her eyes glued to her phone screen, scrolling through a barrage of videos. She looked up, her eyes widening as she took in the figure of the wealthy man before her. Her plump breasts bobbed slightly as she rose from her chair, her name tag reading “Linda” in a neat script. She was even more stunning than Helen had described — a full ripe fruit waiting to be picked and squeezed.

“Hi, I’m looking for a book,” Ben began, his voice deep and rich like an aged whiskey. Linda’s heart skipped a beat, noticing his gaze lingering on her name tag. “Ah, yes, what book are you looking for?” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. Ben leaned closer, his smile growing more mischievous. “Do you have ‘You Found the Honey’ in your collection?” he asked, his was twinkling. Linda blinked, her mind racing. She started looking through her records in her computer. She had never heard of such a title. Linda’s brow furrowed in confusion, and she looked up at Ben, who was watching her intently, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m sorry, we don’t have that one in stock,” she admitted, feeling slightly disappointed. The mystery man’s smile never wavered, and he nodded understandingly. Ben smiled gently and thanked her for her help. He turned to leave, the door chiming a soft goodbye as it closed behind him.

From there Ben walked towards Helen’s shop, his confidence radiating like the gleaming chrome on one of his luxury cars. His eyes swept over the racks of lingerie before landing on Helen, who was dressed in a sharp black suit that accentuated her curves and made her look every bit the part of the seductive manager she was. She looked at him with excitement in her eyes, her full breasts straining against the crisp white shirt she wore beneath the jacket. “Hey, boss,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call. “What can I do for you today?” She stepped out from behind the counter, her hips swaying with each step. “I saw her” Ben said, his eyes lighting up. “Tell her I’ll meet her on Friday.” Helen nodded, her heart racing with the anticipation of the encounter she had orchestrated. “I’ll make sure she knows,” she promised, her smile widening. “But for now, why don’t you come and check out the new VIP collection?” “Maybe another time,” Ben said with a wink. He leaned closer to her, his voice a low rumble. “Send me a pic when you try something new.” Helen felt a jolt of desire shoot through her, and she bit her lip in response. She knew that Ben appreciated the finer things in life, including the sight of her in the latest and most daring lingerie.”I will,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Helen opened WhatsApp and sent Linda a message, “You’ll never guess who was in the bookstore today!” Linda’s heart skipped a beat as she read the message, her mind racing with the possibilities. Could it be the mysterious Ben that Helen had told her about? Her stomach fluttered with anticipation. Linda hurriedly typed back, “Who was it?” Her phone buzzed with Helen’s response, “You know, the one I told you about.” The words sent a thrill down Linda’s spine. Linda ran to Helen’s shop, her breath hitching with excitement, hoping to catch a glimpse of him before he left. “What was he like?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly. “Very charming, wearing a white golf cap and a white tee, looking like a million bucks,” Helen replied with a knowing smirk. “Oh, fuck that’s Ben!” Linda exclaimed, realizing she had just missed him. Helen told her “He will come to pick you up tomorrow. You just have to wait for one more day.” Linda felt a mix of disappointment and excitement.

The evening arrived, and Ben’s message finally came through. Linda stared at her phone, feeling the weight of the moment. Her heart sank as she read the words, ‘Sorry darling, i have an important meeting, couldn’t come….Ben.’ She couldn’t help but feel a pang of rejection. With a heavy sigh, she packed up her things and made her way out of the bookstore, pulling her winter jacket tightly around her. The cold air hit her like a slap in the face, bringing her back to reality. She trudged through the parking lot, lost in her thoughts, berating herself for getting her hopes up. Why did she always end up wanting what she couldn’t have? Suddenly, the sharp sound of a honk pierced the stillness. She jerked her head up and saw a vibrant orange Lamborghini Aventador parked alongside her. The tinted window rolled down, and Ben’s handsome face appeared, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Would you mind hopping in?” he asked, his voice as smooth as whiskey.

Her eyes widened in shock, and she couldn’t believe her luck. She nodded, her heart racing as she approached the car. The door swung open, and the warm leather interior beckoned to her. She slid into the seat, the smell of his cologne wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She removed her jacket, revealing her ample cleavage, and the way her chest moved with each excited breath made her feel alive. Ben’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Calm down, darling,” he murmured, “You’re going to need that breath later.” She giggled, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Ben extended his hand, and she took it, feeling the strength and warmth of his grip. “I’m Ben,” he introduced himself with a firm grip that made her forget every other handshake she’d ever had. “Linda,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. It was as if she had just met a celebrity, and she was star-struck. He leaned back and started the engine, and the roar of the Lamborghini sent vibrations through her body. She felt it in her breasts, her pussy, her very soul.

They sped off, the city lights blurring into streaks as Ben navigated the winding roads with the ease of a man who knew exactly where he was going. And where was that? To his mansion, a place she had only ever dreamt of seeing. It was nestled in a quiet neighborhood, surrounded by a lush green lawn that seemed to stretch on forever. The house was a modern marvel, a glass and steel fortress that gleamed in the moonlight. “Wow,” she murmured. They pulled into the driveway, and she couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella arriving at the ball, except she was dressed in a simple work outfit and her carriage was a Lamborghini. They got down, and she looked around, taking in the grandeur of her surroundings. “Do you stay here alone?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. “Ah, yes, just me and the gardener,” he replied. “He leaves at 5 pm, so we have the whole place to ourselves.” She nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. “This place is marvelous,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just as Helen said.” Ben turned to her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “And what else did she say?” She felt a little thrill run down her spine. “Everything,” she replied, her smile mischievous.

Once they were inside, Ben led her through the grand foyer and into a cozy living room, the walls lined with books and art. Then, he leaned closer and handed her a small red box wrapped in a delicate gift ribbon. She stared at it, her heart racing like a wild stallion in her chest. Without waiting for a cue, she tore into the wrapping paper like it was the most exciting thing she had ever unwrapped. It was a beautiful necklace, with a small diamond glittering in the soft light of the pendant. Linda gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She had never owned anything so luxurious in her life. She looked back at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. She smooched him deeply, her breasts crushing against him, and Ben could feel the size and softness of them through the thin fabric of her shirt. Ben enjoyed her kiss and wrapped his hands around her to measure her butts, feeling their firmness and the way they filled his palms. Ben is a business man who always make sure his investments are for the right assests. He was delighted to find that Linda’s ass was indeed a worthy investment.

He told her, “Before we get into the fun part, I have a house rule you must follow.” Linda’s heart skipped a beat. She had been waiting for this moment all week, and now it seemed like she might have to wait even longer. He pointed to a door at the end of the hallway, “That’s the bedroom. Inside, you’ll find a wardrobe filled with clothes. Pick something that makes you feel… irresistible. And if you need to freshen up, the bathroom is just next door.” The words hung in the air, a seductive promise that made Linda’s body ache. She nodded, trying to hide her disappointment.

Her eyes widened as she took in the marble countertops, the gold-plated fixtures, and the massive clawfoot tub. It was like stepping into a luxurious spa. She quickly took off her clothes and stepped into the shower instead. The water cascaded over her body, washing away the day’s stress and leaving her skin tingling. After the bath, she wrapped herself in a soft, plush robe that hung open slightly, revealing the tops of her thighs. She opened the wardrobe with a sense of wonder, her eyes immediately drawn to the rows of lingerie. There were so many options, from lacy black sets to vibrant, colorful pieces that made her feel like a bouquet of flowers. Most of the garments looked a bit small, but she didn’t let that deter her. After all, she was here to be dazzled. Then, like a sparkling jewel in a treasure chest, she spotted a cherry red bra and panty set. She pulled them out and held them to her chest, her breath hitching as she felt the soft fabric against her skin. The bra had just the right amount of padding to give her cleavage a boost, while the panties were a perfect fit, covering just enough to leave Ben eager for more.

She looked herself in the mirror, the cherry red lingerie setting her skin aglow. The reflection staring back at her was a vision of desire. But as she reached for a matching gown, the sound of footsteps in the hallway made her pause. Tip-toeing to the door, she peeked through the crack, her breath catching in her throat. Ben was walking towards the kitchen, his toned physique on full display in nothing but a crisp white boxer. He looked like a sculpture. His ass was in perfect shape, firm and tight, moving with the grace of a panther prowling through the forest. She looked at the gown in her hand, and then back at Ben’s retreating figure. With a cheeky grin, she decided that maybe less was more. She put the gown back on the hanger and walked out into the hallway, wearing only the lingerie.

Her bare feet padded softly on the marble floor, each step carrying her closer to him. He hadn’t heard her yet. As she approached the kitchen, she saw him standing at the bar, his back to her, his hands busy pouring an apple concentrate on two glasses. Ben felt a presence and turned his head slightly. Linda was standing there, her voluptuous body framed by the doorway, the cherry red lingerie hugging her curves like it was painted on. Her breasts, full and heavy, were pushed up by the bra, the nipples poking through the fabric. He took a deep breath, his eyes traveling from her toes to her neck. “Looks like I’ve got a cherry to pluck,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. She walked towards him, her smile a mix of shyness and lust. She knew she looked good in the lingerie, and the way Ben’s eyes were devouring her only confirmed it.

He raised one of the glasses to her and offered it. “This is something special,” he said. “The apples from my estate are used by companies for a concentrate for different types of drinks. I usually keep it in my fridge.” She took it from his hand, her eyes widening as the cold glass met her skin. The liquid inside was a deep, rich red, like the lingerie she wore. “It’s a bit tart, but it’s got a kick,” he warned, his voice low and seductive. She took a tentative sip, and her eyes widened in surprise. It was indeed tart, but it had a sweetness that reminded her of Ben’s teasing nature. “I was expecting something hot,” she said with a playful pout. “Oh, the hot drink is definitely brewing,” Ben said with a smirk. She looked down, her eyes drawn to the bulge in his boxers. It was substantial, the outline clear and defined, and she could almost feel the weight of it. “I was told you enjoy… a certain type of treat,” Ben said, his voice a low rumble. “Honey pot,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.” “Why do you call it that?” he asked, taking a sip of his own drink. “Because it’s sweet and sticky,” she replied, her voice a soft whisper. “And I just can’t get enough of it.” Ben smiled gently and said “I can assure you, I have plenty to give.” She felt her pussy clench at the thought, and she took another sip of the tart juice, her mind racing with images of Ben’s cock and the sweetness she knew it would bring. “I’ve always been a fan of honey,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Especially when it’s fresh from the source.” Ben chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re a naughty girl,” he murmured. Linda walked closer to Ben, her hips swaying gently. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispered, “Pour it into my mouth uncle Ben.

Slowly, she sank to her knees, the cold marble sending shivers through her body. She stared at Ben’s waistband, her eyes wide with anticipation. The scent of his precum was thick in the air, a musky aroma that filled her with an overwhelming hunger. With trembling hands, she reached out and gripped the elastic band, feeling the heat emanating from his boxers. With a gasp, she pulled them down, revealing his thick, veiny cock. It sprang free, standing proud and erect. It was uncut, the foreskin hugging the swollen head like a warm embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with excitement. “I’ve never seen an uncut one before,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. Linda had only been with circumcised men, and the novelty was incredibly arousing. She pulled back the foreskin gently, revealing the glistening tip. A bead of precum had formed. She licked her lips and leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. She closed her eyes and the tips of her lips closed around the tip of his cock, sucking the first taste of him into her mouth.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes opened gently, and she savoured the sweet, salty flavor of Ben’s precum. Her smile grew wider as she gazed up at now wet tip of his thick cock. It was as if she had just tasted the finest honey from an exotic land, and now she has got a pot full of lust to indulge in. Ben looked down at her, his expression a mix of amusement and lust. “How is it?” he asked, his voice a low growl. Linda looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with desire. “”It tastes like…like I’ve been craving it my whole life.” Ben chuckled, and then he took a step back. With a swift kick, he sent his boxers flying across the room, landing on the floor with a soft thud. He was completely naked now, his cock jutting out like an arrow pointing straight to the heart of her desire. She generously grabbed his naked thighs, her palms feeling the warmth and power of his body and then slid her hands up to his shapely butt cheeks. She felt his cock throb in response, and she leaned in to take him in full, her mouth wrapping around him like a warm, velvet glove. Ben groaned, his head tilting back as he counted in his mind. This was the fourth woman to warm his cock with her mouth in a week. He had always enjoyed the variety, the thrill of new lips, new tongues, new tastes. He thanked Helen in his mind for introducing him to this delightful young lady. Let’s tour her mouth, he thought with a grin. He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, her teeth grazing gently along the shaft. She took him in deep, her throat tightening around him, and then pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva that made his skin glisten in the soft light of the kitchen. He moved his hip in a way that his cock would do a slow, clockwise rotation in her mouth, watching with rapt attention as her cheeks hollowed and filled with each movement.

Every time she pulled back, Linda could see the precum glisten in the soft light of the kitchen. She marveled at the way it coated her lips, leaving a sweet, sticky residue that made her crave more. Finally, she looked up at Ben with a gasp, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Fuck, Helen was right,” she exclaimed, her voice thick with lust. “It keeps coming.” Ben’s smile was knowing, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her revel in the experience. She stood up, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement, and took a deep breath. Suddenly she realized that she was still wearing her lingerie. “Oh, where are my manners?” she murmured, her hand reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. The cherry red fabric fell away, revealing her full, creamy breasts, the nipples hard and dark with need. She stepped out of the panties that had pooled around her ankles, leaving her completely bare before him. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I got a bit… carried away. Can we move somewhere more comfortable?” Ben nodded, his gaze lingering on her naked form for a moment before he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the nightstands and the faint scent of sandalwood in the air. The king-sized bed looked like a cloud of pure white linen, beckoning them both with the promise of passionate night. Linda crawled onto the bed, her movements sleek and feline, and laid on her back, her head hanging off the edge. She looked up at Ben, her eyes wide and inviting, her mouth parted in anticipation. He approached her, his cock still hard and demanding, and gently inserted it back into her mouth. The angle was perfect, allowing him to watch every inch of his cock disappear between her lips. He felt his precum start to flow again, the sensation making him groan. She took him deep, her throat tightening around him, and he knew she was enjoying every moment of it. Her body looked like a masterpiece laid out before him, her breasts full and heavy, her stomach flat and her thighs spread slightly apart.

He couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down and kissed her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her curves. His tongue danced around her belly button, making her giggle and squirm beneath him. He moved down, his kisses leaving a wet trail as he approached her shaved pussy. It was wet and swollen, the scent of her arousal driving him wild. He licked the length of her slit, savoring her taste, and she bucked her hips upwards, her mouth full of his cock. Ben felt like he’s licking a jelly, so wet and soft it made him want to devour her entirely. He knew he had to give her what she wanted, what she deserved. Then he slowly kissed all the way back to her breasts, his teeth grazing her skin, making her gasp around his cock. He took his time, enjoying every moment of her reactions, her moans vibrating through his length. Then he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop, leaving her gasping for air. She turned around and got up on the bed, her eyes still filled with lust, her lips glistening with his precum. She looked like a beautiful mess, and he couldn’t wait to make her even messier. He held her shoulders firmly, his grip leaving a gentle pressure, and whispered in her ear, “Where do you want the full cream, darling?” She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I would regret it if I don’t taste a thick cream from such a man like you.” Saying that she went down to his cock again. She took him back in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her cheeks hollowing out with each suck, and he loved every second of it. He slowly started to ride her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as she took him in deeper. He could feel the tension building in his balls, his cock swelling with each stroke. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and the thought of filling her mouth with his seed made him even more excited.

Ben looked down at Linda, her full, curvy body laid out on his bed. The sight of her, her voluptuous curves spread out before him, was intoxicating. Her eyes, glazed with desire, watched him through her thick lashes, urging him to let go. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls becoming unbearable. His hands moved to her hair, gripping it gently. A beautiful view of a naked woman connected to his naked cock, eagerly draining his precum, and waiting for the final spill was something Ben had grown quite accustomed to over the years, but with Linda, it felt new, it felt thrilling. With a couple of orchestrated hip moves, he began to pump into her mouth the much-desired release he had been holding onto. Thick, rich ropes of cum spurted out, filling her mouth, and she took it all in, swallowing eagerly. The sight of her taking his cum so hungrily made him want to keep going, but he knew he had to let her breathe.

As he pulled back, a trail of cum still connecting them, he couldn’t help but smile. Linda was a keeper. Her enthusiasm and her skill at cock were unparalleled. He knew she would stay in his contact list. He had a feeling she would fit right in. He walked to the bathroom, feeling the stickiness of her spit and his cum on his cock, and the cool air of the mansion against his warm skin. The bathroom was indeed a marvel. It was one of his favorite rooms in the house, a sanctuary of marble and chrome, with a shower that could be programmed to mimic any kind of rainfall he desired. He stepped into the tropical oasis, the water coming from all sides, hitting his body like a gentle summer storm. He felt the warmth envelop him as he closed his eyes and let the water wash away the day’s tension. After a few minutes of solace, the door creaked open, Linda was standing there. She looked at him with a shy smile, her cheeks still flushed from her oral escapade. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice still a little hoarse from her enthusiastic blowjob. He nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. She was definitely going to be one of his regulars. He stretched his arm and pulled her in. They kissed under the water, their bodies pressed together, the heat of the shower steaming up the room. After the shower, they stepped out, Ben grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off, wrapping it around his waist. Linda took a moment to gaze at him, her eyes lingering on his cock. It was still half-hard, a testament to his desire for her. “Your precum,” she whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and awe. “I have never seen someone with such a thick precum.” Ben gently smiled turning towards her. Linda walked closer and kissed him and asked, “Shall I take a day off tomorrow, Uncle Ben?” Ben, curiously asked, “Why?” She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “So I can brew your honey again from the pot,” she said, her voice a sweet purr. Ben chuckled, “Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” Linda just bit her lower lip, her gaze never leaving his eyes. “I just can’t help it,” she whispered, “mmm… looking at your semi-hard swollen cock, it will drip soon.” She said, and before he could reply, she slowly sank to her knees.