At 32, Helen had mastered the art of poise and elegance, a trait she had honed working as the shop manager at Victoria's Secret. Her eyes, sharp and observant, took in every detail, noticing the subtle nuances in the way the garments draped on the mannequins and the glint of the delicate jewelry. She loved luxury, it was her muse. It was another quiet Tuesday, a newly married couple came to her shop. He looked slightly overwhelmed, his eyes darting around the racks of lacy garments, while his wife, a young and vibrant beauty, seemed to be in her element, fingering through the exquisite fabrics. She looked at her carefully. She could see the visible line of lingerie under her dress, something simple yet expensive, which spoke volumes about her tastes. Helen walked over to them, a warm smile playing on her lips. She started by complementing the wife's beauty. The couple blushed at her words, the young woman's eyes lighting up like the diamond on her finger.
Ben's footsteps were silent on the plush carpet of the upscale mall. His presence, however, was anything but unnoticed. Meanwhile, Helen, her gaze transfixed on the couple, didn't catch Ben's entrance. She was in the midst of suggesting a range of darker hues to the bride, her voice a seductive whisper that painted images of passionate nights. "Darling," she cooed, "these shades of midnight blue and burgundy will set off your skin tone beautifully. Trust me, your husband won't be able to resist." Then she winked at the husband, who blushed, his gaze shifting awkwardly between his wife and Helen. Helen randomly looked up and saw Ben standing by the entrance, his eyes scanning the intimate apparels. Shock and excitement surged through her like a bolt of lightning. Helen walked over to him, her heart racing, her breath shallow. "Hey Ben, what brings you here today?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her racing pulse. "Just looking around," he replied, his voice a rich timbre that made her knees slightly wobbly. She looked around and asked him if he was alone today. His nod was all the invitation she needed. "I wasn't expecting to see you," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement. "I've got the shop to myself today." The couple called her back to help them, and she excused herself from Ben, her eyes lingering on his for a second longer than necessary. Once she settled the transaction and the couple left, she couldn't resist the urge to check herself in the mirror. She had worn her hair down, her makeup minimal yet striking, and her top was chosen to showcase the fullness of her cleavage. She pulled it down a tad, the fabric grazing the upper swell of her breasts. Then she walked towards Ben, her hips swaying gently.
"So... what a man like you doing here all by yourself?" Helen asked, her voice a playful purr as she leaned closer to Ben. His eyes danced over her cleavage, his gaze lingering for a second before meeting her eyes. "I was looking for something special," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. She knew exactly what he meant, and her heart raced with the thrill of the hunt. "What could that be?" she teased, her top now slightly lower, revealing the inner curve of her breasts. His eyes darkened with desire, and she felt a thrill of power at her ability to affect him so easily. "I wanted to buy something interesting for a woman who works in a lingerie shop, but then I realized...she knows exactly what she wants," he replied, his voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down her spine. Helen felt a warm flush creep up her neck as she bit her lips, her mind racing with possibilities. "If she's working in a lingerie shop," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "then she definitely knows what to pick for her." Ben leaned towards her ear, his breath hot against her skin, and murmured, "Then I shall wait in the Starbucks." It was a clear invitation, and she knew he was waiting for her to take the bait. "My work ends in 30 minutes," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Perfect," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll be there."
After 30 minutes of what felt like an eternity, Helen's shift finally concluded. She slipped into the backroom, her thoughts consumed by the anticipation of meeting Ben again. Carefully selecting a flawless emerald green dress from her locker, she took a deep breath, letting the luxurious fabric brush against her skin. It hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her shapely legs and the ample cleavage she had so artfully displayed earlier. The color, a stark contrast to the sea of red and pink that dominated the shop, made her feel like a jewel waiting to be uncovered. She walked towards Starbucks, her heels clicking on the tiles with a rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of her heart.
Entering the bustling coffee shop, she immediately spotted Ben at a corner booth. He sat sipping a mocha, the rich scent of chocolate and espresso mingling with his own musky aura. His light blue shirt white cap and his white pants, was hard to miss. His beard was impeccably groomed. The people around them couldn't help but throw curious glances their way as she approached. A young, voluptuous beauty with a knowing smile strolling towards a man old enough to be her father, their whispers and glances painted a scandalous picture. She sat in front of him, crossing her legs so that the emerald dress hiked up just enough to reveal her luscious thighs. Her smile was generous, hinting at secrets that only the two of them knew. "Do you want something to drink?" Ben asked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'd love to taste something....thick and rich," she replied, her voice dripping with double meaning. He smiled, understanding her playful innuendo. "I guess that's not on the menu here," he said, raising an eyebrow. Helen responded with a laugh, low and seductive, that made his pulse quicken. "But I'm sure we can make one up," she quipped back, her eyes dancing with mischief.
They talked for a while, their conversation flirting with the edge of inappropriateness. The air between them grew heavy with tension and desire. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. He made the payment, and they left the coffee shop hand in hand leaving the people around them buzzing with whispers and speculation. The parking lot was a sea of steel and chrome, but Ben's orange Lamborghini Urus stood out like a beacon of opulence. It's vibrant color a stark contrast to the monochrome world of luxury vehicles. Seeing it, Helen's mouth fell open for a few seconds. She had never been so close to one, let alone been invited to ride in one. Ben opened the door for her, and she slid in, the scent of new leather enveloping her. Her dress rode up, revealing her milky white thighs, and she couldn't resist the urge to run her finger over the impeccable stitching of the leather seats. The door shut with a solid thunk, and she watched him navigate the car through the crowded lot with a confidence that spoke of wealth and power. Ben knew that the thrill of his luxurious lifestyle was a potent aphrodisiac to a woman like Helen. It was a power play, and he was setting the stage perfectly.
Ben took a detour, turning into a street lined with high-end boutiques and jewelry stores. He pulled over in front of an exclusive diamond shop, its windows gleaming with the fire of a million precious stones. The valet's eyes widened when he saw Ben climb out, his gaze flicking to Helen in the passenger seat. She stepped out, the emerald dress shimmering under the street lights, and she felt a thrill of excitement and greed. The sight of all that wealth on display was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for the man who could so casually bring her to such a place. The valet rushed to take the keys, his eyes lingering on the couple as they strolled towards the store. Inside, the air was cool and the lighting soft, making the diamonds sparkle like stars.
The blonde saleslady, in her late 20s, greeted them with a smile that was both professional and welcoming. "Can I help you find something?" she asked, her eyes lighting up when Ben mentioned he was looking for a ring. "For my lady," he said, placing his hand on Helen's waist, and the words sent a jolt through her. She had never been anyone's "lady" before, especially not in a setting like this. The saleslady nodded and led them to a velvet-covered counter, displaying a dazzling array of rings. Each one looked more extravagant than the last, and Helen's heart raced as she picked up one, the diamond glinting in the light. "This one is exquisite," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Ben took it from her, holding it up to the light, and she watched the play of light on the facets. "Do you like it?" he asked, and she nodded, unable to find her voice. He turned to the saleslady and said, "Pack this." The woman's eyes widened, and she hastily packed the ring into a velvet box, her gaze darting between them, a hint of envy in her eyes as Ben didn't even bother looking at the price tag.
The moment was surreal, and Helen felt like she was in a dream. Ben led her to the car, his hand on the small of her back, and she slid into the Lamborghini once more. "You know," she whispered to him, her voice barely audible above the purr of the engine, "how do you know I'm worthy of this?" His smile was knowing, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror. "For me, worth is not in the number of years a woman has lived, but in the way she carries herself," he said, his gaze lingering on her curves, which were accentuated by the emerald dress. "And your attitude, that's truly priceless. A week ago when I came to your shop with those young beauties, I could see in your eyes the desire to be with me. Which means you don't mind sharing, and that's a quality I admire." Helen felt a warmth spread through her, a heady mix of excitement and validation. She knew what Ben was looking for, and she was more than willing to give it to him. "Shall we go to my home?" he suggested, and she nodded with a coy smile.
The journey to Ben's mansion was a blur of luxury vehicles and manicured lawns. The mansion was a modern marvel, a gleaming monolith that stood out amidst the lush, sprawling estates. As they drove through the open gates and up the winding driveway, she couldn't help but feel like Cinderella, albeit a much naughtier version. The garage door rolled up to reveal another luxury vehicle, a Porsche Cayne. Ben's collection was a testament to his wealth and taste, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of being a part of this world, even if just for one night.
Once they stepped inside the grand foyer, Ben led her down a hallway to a bedroom on the ground floor. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Choose anything you like from the wardrobe." The room smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent that was both comforting and thrillingly masculine.
Helen's heart raced as she stepped into the walk-in closet, surrounded by racks of designer clothes and rows of shoes that would make any woman swoon. She picked a white silk nightgown, the fabric so soft it felt like a whisper against her skin. She slipped into it, the fabric caressing her curves, and emerged from the closet feeling like a woman in a fairytale, ready to be claimed. Helen walked out to the living room where Ben was lounging on a white leather sofa, his eyes following her every move like a hawk eyeing its prey. He looked up, and his gaze darkened when he saw her, his eyes lingering on the emerald green bra straps that peeked out from the neckline of the nightgown, glittering in the soft light. "That lingerie suits you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Do you like it very much?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "I usually take what I like," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. The implication hung heavy in the air, and she felt a thrill of excitement. "Well, then," she said, striding closer to him, "Then take me."
With a swift movement, she tugged at the threads of her nightgown, letting it pool around her ankles, leaving her in just her emerald lingerie set. Ben's eyes widened slightly, the pupils dilating with lust. His white polo shirt was the first to go, revealing a chest that was surprisingly toned for a man of his age. The fabric clung to his broad shoulders, the veins in his arms standing out as he reached for the hem of his trousers. He stepped out of them, his black boxer briefs tenting with the promise of what lay beneath. The bulge was massive, and Helen stared, her heart skipping a beat.
Dropping to her knees, she took a closer look. Her eyes were glued to the fabric that stretched tightly over him. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing over the outline of his cock, feeling the heat emanating from it. She took a deep breath, filling her nose with his musky scent. It was intoxicating. She leaned closer, her nose pressing against the fabric. She sniffed deeply, her eyes glazing over with desire. The anticipation was unbearable. "May I?" she asked him holding the edge of his waistband with her cold fingers.
Ben nodded, his breathing ragged. She pulled it down, inch by inch, until his thick, girthy meat sprang free. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of shock and awe. It was the first time she'd seen something so large, so powerful, and yet uncut. It was a sight that made her knees weak, and she felt a sudden urge to submit to him fully. Looking up at him, she asked, "How old are you really, Ben?" His response was a gruff chuckle. "I'm old enough to be your daddy," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "And tou have the cock of a young bull," she replied, her voice filled with admiration.
"Its all because of my strict diet of young pussies," Ben said with a wink, watching as Helen's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice a sultry purr. "Then please, add my mouth to that diet," she quipped back, her boldness taking him aback in the best way possible. He chuckled, his hand coming to rest on her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You're a cheeky one, aren't you?"
"It's what keeps me youthful," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief" she said, her hand slipping down to wrap around his cock. It pulsed in her grip. She leaned forward, her breath hot against his skin as she slowly opened the tip of his head covered in foreskin. It revealed a plum-sized head, glistening with pre-cum. "Hmm," she murmured, her tongue explored inside the slit of his cock. Ben's eyes rolled back, and he let out a guttural moan. "Your taste..." she said, her tongue swirling inside the slit of foreskin, "It's like dipping into a pool of lust."
She made her lips tight around the head of his cock, sucking gently. He groaned, his hand threading through her hair as he guided her movements. She took him deeper, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft as she bobbed her head in a steady rhythm. She felt him swell in her mouth. "Damn, this is getting even better," Helen murmured, looking up at Ben. "You know, I've always had a thing for men like you. But i never expected someone at your age would have such a flattering package." Ben chuckled, his grip tightening on her hair as she began to deep throat him.
His hips began to rock, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. She occasionally pulled back to whisper sweet nothings. "Oh Ben, you're so big. I am sure those ladies you brought to my shop that day had a blast with this monster," she teased, her voice muffled by his cock. Ben smiled down at her, his hand still fisted in her hair, "They did," he admitted. "They filled their appetite with my cock, just like you're doing now." She moaned around his shaft, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. "Tell me more," she begged, her eyes sparkling with lust. "I gave them an experience they'll never forget," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Did you ride them together?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement. "No, I took my time," he replied, his voice a gruff whisper. "One by one. I fucked each one until she couldn't take anymore, and then I moved on to the next." Ben said with a smug. " Fuck, you're making me so wet," she groaned, her pussy clenching at the thought. " Do you want to fuck them again?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire. " Hmmm... maybe or may not," he said, his eyes dark with hunger.
She slowly stood up, her full breasts swaying as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. The emerald fabric fell away, revealing the creamy mounds of her breasts. She watched his eyes widen. She moved her hands down to her hips, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her matching panties. With a flick of her hips, she sent it fluttering to the floor, revealing her neatly trimmed mound. She stepped closer to him, the heat from his body making her skin tingle. His cock was still rock-hard, jutting up from his lap like an arrow pointing to the roof. She straddled him, her legs spread wide, and took a moment to appreciate the view. "you know, Ben, I think I can save you the trouble of having to satisfy two women at once," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I can recover from a good ride, just call Helen and I will come running for another round."
Ben's eyes never left hers as she lowered herself onto his cock. The tip nudged at her slick entrance, and she took a deep breath, savoring the moment. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That's what happens when a woman finds something she really wants," she replied, her voice breathless. She sank down, inch by inch, until she was fully seated on him. She threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her throat as he filled her completely. "Aah, Ben, I've never felt so full," she gasped, her pussy stretching around his girth. Ben squeezed her lower hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move her, his strokes deep and slow, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. The view of their two naked forms, tangled together on the plush sofa, was a feast for the eyes.
Their bodies moved in a rhythm, a dance of desire that spoke of passion and power. "Fuck me, Ben," she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Fuck me like you own me." He groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples as he began to pound into her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the quiet mansion, mingling with their moans and gasps. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she held on for dear life. "Your cock feels so good inside me," she whimpered, her hips rocking in time with his movements. After a series of long, deep strokes, Ben's pace quickened, his breath coming in harsh pants. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, and she felt his cock swell even further inside her and finally, with a roar of pleasure, he filled her with his hot, thick cum in powerful bursts that made her toes curl. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, the sensation overwhelming. "Damn, you're a fucking machine," she gasped, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She slowly collapsed onto his chest, her heart racing, her skin slick with sweat. His arms tightened around her, and she felt his heart pounding against her back, a steady, reassuring beat.
After a moment, Ben gently eased her off his cock, which was still semi-hard, glistening with their combined juices. He helped her to stand, her legs wobbly from the intense climax, and led her to a nearby sofa, where she sank into the plush cushions with a sigh of contentment. She watched as he moved with the grace of a man half his age, his muscles flexing and his cock still thick and heavy, bobbing slightly with each step. She couldn't help but murmur to herself, "Fuck, what a cock...and those full-size balls."
Her voice was low and sultry, the words hanging in the air like a seductive incantation. He picked up his mobile from the side table, scrolling through some notifications. The mood was languid, their passion temporarily sated. Ben padded to the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the air. As the minutes ticked by, he came back wearing a towel around his waist, his body glistening from the shower. He reached for the fridge and pulled out a bottle of chilled apple juice, his eyes seeking Helen on the sofa. But she wasn't there.
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She was standing by the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a sheer bathrobe that barely concealed her tantalizing form. She had showered as well, her hair damp and her skin flushed from the heat of the water. Her eyes met his, and she raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She walked towards him, the sway of her hips hypnotic. The robe parted slightly, revealing the soft, luscious curve of her thighs, and Ben felt his cock twitch with renewed interest. She took his glass from the table, the ice cubes clinking against the sides, and brought it to her mouth. Her lips closed around the rim, her eyes never leaving his as she tilted the glass back. Her throat moved as she swallowed the remaining apple juice, and she licked her lips with a slow, deliberate motion that had him imagining her mouth on his cock again.
Setting the empty glass aside, she stepped closer, her breath warm and sweet against his skin. "You know," she murmured, her voice low and seductive, "I've always had this fantasy about fucking in a garage full of luxury cars." She paused, watching his reaction with a smirk. "The smell of leather and gasoline, the cold metal against my skin, the sound of an engine purring in the background... it's all so... decadent." He smirked back, feeling the heat rising in his body. She turned and sauntered outside, the white gown fluttering around her ankles, a vision of temptation in the moonlit night. Like a swan in the dark waters of desire, she disappeared into the shadows. He followed, his curiosity piqued and his cock hardening in anticipation. On the way to his garage, she shed the gown, leaving it discarded on the cold marble floor. The door to the garage stood open, beckoning them into the night. He could see the silhouettes of his prized possessions, gleaming in the soft glow of the nightlights. Ben dropped his robe, feeling the cool air kiss his skin as he stalked after her, his nakedness a declaration of intent.
When he entered the garage, he found her leaning against the hood of his white Porsche, her bare breasts pressing against the cool metal. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes dark with lust. "I've been thinking about this since you bought those lingeries for your friends," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "I wanted to feel the power of a rich man's toy beneath me." She reached up and traced a finger along the edge of the windshield, leaving a trail of condensation from her skin. Her ass was perfectly framed by the car's curves, and he could see the glisten of her pussy, already wet with anticipation. He stepped closer, his cock jutting out, demanding attention. He came closer, his eyes devouring the sight of her naked body.
Her hand reached out and touched his cock, and she gasped when she felt the heat and the thickness of it. She squeezed gently, and he groaned, his cock jerking in her hand. "You're leaking like a faucet," she continued, her voice filled with amazement. "You could make the women in this entire neighborhood drown in lust with the amount of precum you're holding." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Please," she whispered, "use my curvy butts to empty your cock." Saying this she kissed his lips hungrily, her other hand taking over to pump him, feeling the sticky fluid spread over her hand. "Fuck I want to taste it again," she murmured between kisses, her eyes half-closed with desire. She kneeled down and from the tip of his cock she drew the precum, like a naked bird gathering nectar from a blooming flower. Before she could complete, he pulled her back up, turned her around and bent her over the hood of the Porsche. Her butt cheeks were cold because of the metal. He slapped her cold butts gently to make it warm. Then he pushed her down onto the hood, her breasts flattening against the metal with a soft sound that echoed in the quiet garage. He held his cock in one hand, the tip of it pressing against the crack of her ass. She was wet, so wet that he could feel her juices on his fingertips when he parted her cheeks.
With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself in her, and she let out a guttural moan that was muffled by the car beneath her. "Oh, Ben," she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "I can't believe I'm actually living out my fantasy." She could feel his cock stretching her open, filling her completely, the cold metal of the Porsche's hood against her skin providing a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. "I'm so lucky to be your slut," she whispered, her voice trembling. "To have a man like you... Ah your thick cock is so good," she said as she pushed back to meet his every thrust. Ben continued to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his cock moving in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. Her ass cheeks jiggled with every impact, leaving a smear of her wetness on the gleaming white paint.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his cock sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm. His breath was hot against her neck, and she could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the beat of her own. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You like being a rich man's slut." She nodded, unable to speak, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tell me, Helen," he said, his voice low and demanding. "Tell me you're my slut." She did, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm your slut, Ben. I'm your slut." He groaned in response, his hips moving faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her with increasing ferocity. Ben pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her wetness, and whispered in her ear, "Run to the garden, naughty girl. Run." He slapped her left ass cheek playfully, and she yelped, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Her heart racing, Helen giggled and took off, her bare feet padding against the cold floor. She sprinted through the garage, the sound of her laughter and Ben's footsteps echoing through the enclosed setup. As they reached the garden, she felt the soft grass underfoot, and the cool night air kissed her skin. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Ben was right behind her, his erection bobbing in time with his strides, and she felt a thrill run down her spine. They played tag across the lawn, their naked bodies stark against the vibrant greenery, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the mansion. It was a thrilling dance of power and desire that she never wanted to end. There was a white swing set in the corner, a charming addition to the meticulously kept garden, and she made a beeline for it. Helen had always loved the feeling of swinging, the wind rushing past her face and the thrill of flying, even for a brief moment. Now, she saw it as an opportunity to show Ben just how much of a slut she could be. She sat down on the swing, her plump ass making contact with the cold metal, and she shivered with a mix of excitement and the sudden chill. Ben stopped in front of her, his eyes dark and hungry, his body taut with need. Ben stood with his hands on his hips, looking like a man in complete control. She looked up at him with a mix of adoration and submission.
As she swung back and forth, the motion of her body made her breasts bounce slightly. Every time she reached the apex of her swing, she leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulled away again. It was a teasing game that had him groaning with pleasure and anticipation. "What do you want, Ben?" she asked, her voice breathy. "Tell me, and I'll do anything for you. I'll quit my job at the shop. All these years, I've been helping women choose the right bra and panties, dreaming about wearing them all the time, but now... now I feel like the most amazing thing in the world is walking and playing naked. Be my boss, Ben. Let me show all these rich bitches how to truly live." Ben smiled, his hand caressing her cheek, feeling the smoothness of her skin. "You don't need to quit your job," he said.
"Hmmm," his voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a thrill through her body. "You're not like others out there. You have a fire in you, a passion that I haven't seen in a long time." He leaned in, his cock brushing against her cheek. "You understand what I want, and you're willing to give it to me. That makes you special." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with excitement and desire. "Yes, Ben. Anything. I'll do anything you want." She kissed the head of his cock again. " You can consider me your personal assistant. For fun, for pleasure, for anything at all....I know you love women. You have no idea how many unsatisfied women I meet everyday at the shop....Ah I can set calendar for you. A new girl everyday, every week, every month." She said, her voice eager, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ben chuckled, his grip tightening on her shoulders. "That's quite an offer," he said, his voice gruff. Helen noticed the way his cock twitched at her words, the tip swelling even further and spilling more precum. She couldn't resist the urge to lean forward, her tongue flicking out to catch the pearl of fluid that had gathered. "Oh look at that....give it to me," she murmured, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "You like the idea of me being your personal slut, don't you?" He groaned, the sound deep and animalistic. Her 'O' shaped mouth took the head of his cock like a tank filling with gasoline. Ben smiled and helped her suck his offering by squeezing his cock from base to the tip, allowing the precum to flow into her mouth. She took his cock out of her mouth and swallowed, looking up at him with a wicked smile.
After spending some time at his garden. Their erotic play was momentarily interrupted by the sound of an engine purring in the distance. Ben's eyes snapped to the neighbor's house, where a sleek, black car pulled into the driveway. He recognized it as Mark, one of his neighbors. Mark was a man in his early fifties. Ben hadn't spoken to him in a few years. "Hey Ben," Mark called out, his voice carrying over the fence. Ben's nakedness was not fully visible from where Mark was standing, thanks to the strategically placed bushes. Mark walked towards the fence, and Ben gebtly smiled at him. Mark didn't seem to notice that Ben was without clothes. He didn't see Helen either. Helen, however, had a clear view of Mark, and she found the situation incredibly thrilling. She crawled silently inside the bushes, moving a plant a bit to peak her head out. She watched as Mark approached, his eyes focused on Ben. She couldn't help but feel a sense of naughtiness at being so close to getting caught, yet so hidden. Helen's hand reached out and found Ben's cock, still semi-hard from their previous escapade. She began to stroke it gently, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting him again. Ben's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't move or speak, understanding the thrill she was experiencing.
"How's the new limited edition Porsche?" Mark asked, nodding towards the garage. Ben's hand went to the fence, leaning against it casually. "It's a beast," he replied, trying not to let on about the naked woman kneeling in the bushes. Helen took the opportunity to bring Ben's cock to her mouth. She took him in, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the remnants of their passion. Mark spoke about his life, his voice a blur in the background as Ben's eyes rolled back in his head, enjoying the sensation of Helen's mouth on his cock. The conversation was innocent enough, mostly about cars and the recent golf tournament, but Helen found herself getting more and more turned on by the mundane topic. At some point Mark mentioned his lonely life in his big mansion and suggested Ben should come over for a drink sometime. "Even if I am not around, my wife would love the company," Mark added, not realizing the irony of his words as Helen sucked harder, feeling Ben's cock begin to thicken again. She chuckled softly, looked up at Ben hearing about his neighbor's offer.
Finally, Mark's phone rang, and he looked down at the screen. "It's my wife," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I'd better get going. She's probably worried about me." Ben nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Sure, Mark. Have a good night." Mark waved and walked back to his house, the sound of his door closing echoing through the quiet night. As soon as Mark was out of sight, Ben turned and stepped back, his cock bobbing in front of Helen. She looked up at him with a wicked grin, her mouth shiny with his precum. "You really liked that, didn't you?" Ben asked her with a gentle smile. Helen stood up, her index finger still playing with the tip of his cock. "Fuck your cock felt amazing, Ben," she said, her voice low and throaty. "It was soft yet so powerful, like a sleeping giant. At least women like me could afford to hold it in their mouth so long.... Mmmm....Do you want me to finish it here, sir?"
"Let's go inside, we don't want to wake up Metilda, Mark's wife." He said, his voice gruff with arousal. "But if she wants to join," Helen winked at him, her voice a sultry whisper, "I wouldn't mind a threesome." Ben chuckled, the sound a mix of surprise and amusement. They stumbled back into the house, their naked bodies illuminated by the moonlight that flooded in through the windows. The marble floor of the mansion was cold against their skin, but the warmth of their desire for each other kept them from feeling the chill.
They walked into his bathroom. Ben turned on the lights, revealing a space that could rival a five-star spa. A large, jetted tub took center stage, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling mirrors and chrome fixtures that gleamed. A separate shower area was lined with rainfall showerheads and had a bench that looked like it was made for more than just washing off. "Fuck," Helen whispered, her eyes widening with delight. The opulence of the room was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but feel like a queen in a palace designed solely for pleasure. She looked at herself in the mirror, her curvy body on full display. Her breasts jiggled slightly with every step she took, and she couldn't resist the urge to cup them in her hands, pushing them together to make them appear even more voluptuous. She turned to the side, watching her ass move with every step, the way the light caught the curve of her hips. Her hair fell down her back in wet waves, and she swept it up into a messy bun, feeling even more submissive to him. Every luxurious detail of the room whispered to her to be a submissive slut for him, to serve him in every way possible. Her urge to call him "Sir" grew stronger, and she felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of addressing him that way. "Sir, would you like me to put some oil on?" she asked, with her lips in a pout.
Ben's eyes lit up at the question. He loved the way she called him 'Sir'. It was a sign of her submission, a recognition of his power and wealth. "I dont think I need oil for that, darling," he said with a smug smile, he pulled his foreskin back, revealing the swollen, leaking tip of his cock. A big, thick drop of precum was about to fall. Helen couldn't take her eyes off it, she bit her lip, her heart racing. She walked closer to him and said, "It would be my pleasure to empty you with my ass cheeks squeezing around your cock." Saying that she slowly turned around and slightly arched her back, pushing her butt towards him. Ben looked at her ass, those two marble pieces of art, sculpted to perfection. Helen turned her head over her shoulder, her inviting gaze meeting his. She whispered, "Enjoy me, Sir." And she wiggled her ass at him, the cheeks jiggling slightly.
With a firm grip, Ben took her hips and pushed his cock into her ass. She gasped at the initial pressure, feeling her body stretch around him. But she was wet and ready, her muscles relaxing to accommodate his size. He began to move, his strokes deep and deliberate. Helen's eyes locked on their reflection in the mirror, watching as an old powerful man claimed hers. She moved her hair to the side, revealing her flushed neck and the beads of sweat that had formed there. She kept looking at the mirror.
"You're so thick, sir," she murmured, her voice tight with pleasure. "Fuck, I love how you ride my ass." She pushed back against him, her cheeks spreading wider with each thrust, her body begging for more. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the bathroom, a testament to their unbridled passion. "You know exactly how to use a slut like me, don't you?" she moaned. Ben's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes becoming more erratic as he approached climax. Ben made ripples on her skin, her flesh quivering around his cock. "Love your ass," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice high and needy. "Its the ass of an old man's new slut."
Her words seemed to push him over the edge. With a roar, she felt the warm spurt of his cum. He came in thick ropes, painting her back and the side of the tub. She felt the hot drops of his semen sliding down her thighs, mixing with her own wetness. Sweat trickled down their faces and bodies, and she could feel their heartbeats sync up with each other's. It was as if their bodies were speaking a language that only the two of them could understand, a language of lust and power and submission. He hit the shower button with his fist, and suddenly, they were enveloped in a warm embrace of water. It rained down on them from all angles, the force of it like a gentle caress against their overheated skin.
They rinsed off, the water cascading down their bodies, creating a steamy cloud that obscured the rest of the world. After that night, Ben had dropped Helen at her house and she had whispered sweet nothings into his ear, promising to pay back his love with something special. Two days later, Ben's phone buzzed with a message from Helen. "Do you like to meet a thick woman who adores a honey pot?" The text was accompanied by a winking emoji, leaving no doubt as to her meaning.
