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Addicted To The Milf

©2018 by Helena Lace

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Addicted To The Milf

She told me would do it in daddy's bed. I am 19 years of age, if you are concerned, I am a big man with a big cock and some attitude, but sometimes I am a real sweetie, you'll see. But I digress, this is about daddy's bed and his hot milf wife, and me coming between them.

I had no choice but to play ball, cause that's how blackmail works. Not that it didn't get my cock hard, the sight of the milf walking up the stairs with a bad grin stamped on her face, she wore red high heels and lacy underwear. I felt like I was the wolf and the fox, the hunter and the prey. Most of all I felt a slave to that wonderful milf's pussy, which more like a promise and a hope than solid reality.

The milf addiction began when I met Ms. Diaz. All my good judgment went out the window. I knew I wanted her caramel pussy. Her hair was black and always in a ponytail, I wanted to ride her like a pony, I would be her ponyboy. I told her I needed tutoring bad and she agreed to talk to me after class.

Ms. Diaz got a kick out of showing off her slender legs, crossing and uncrossing her legs on the table, putting her glasses in her mouth to show off her cock hungry full lips. She would look deep into my eyes and bite her lip and then tell the class it was a Spanish tradition to pick the most handsome guy in class and tease him all year long.

Her cleavage became more and more revealing as the year went on. Milf had freckles! Her favorite color was see-through-white! I was damn glad to be taking Spanish, and I wanted some Espanola. She taught me the meaning of Caliente! AY, AY, AY. But enough with stereotypes, she was a real decent milf with some interesting tastes, I couldn't help but notice one day the handcuffs on her desk. She told me they were for young men that did particularly bad on a test. She said so far no one had made her pissed enough that she would actually have to use them. It was like a lightbulb had gone on atop my head like cartons and stuff.

So I started to fail every test. I knew she would tutor me, and once she caught a glimpse of my rock hard abs all wets would be off, and we would be on, and she would be on my cock like white on rice. Latina and the gringo, the milf and young man, the stud and Ms. milkwoman! Yeah, forgot to mention her fucking huge wreck! I wanted to cup those titties, I wanted to bite those nipples till my Mamacita was complaining of pain, and secretly pleasure too!

I am the type of boy that doesn't care enough to hide his bulge. I know that when you got it you got it. And I got the biggest cock in Texas! Guarantee you and challenge you to prove me wrong!

Anyway, I kept my dick busy with thoughts of her. Thank God it actually happened now I can pass my tall tale on, the tale of a teacher who turned a gentleman into a stud!

I got a zero out of a hundred in a test so I knew this was it. Ms. Diaz had the right to punish me. She told me to stay in class after class was over. I had never seen her wear such slutty red boots, such tight leather skirt. I wondered how she was admitted to the premises. So hot! Gosh, I get hard thinking about it right now. It was the crime of the century, in my pants.

Everybody left class except for me and Ms. Diaz, my bad boy was rock hard and dripping pre-cum like a jet stream. Like I was a machine created to watch Ms. Diaz stare a hole into my soul with her brown eyes.

Ms. Diaz set on the desk and crossed her legs. She didn't say a word for about 3 minutes, 3 minutes in her presence was 3 minutes away from her pussy. Truth is I was afraid of her. I could tell she worked out just as much as I did, her legs were gynormous and hard as rocks. I wanted to bury my face between those rocks, those lickable tights, that shaved twat, that swollen clit, that rosy asshole, that smooth back, those red lips, but I wanted her eyes the most. But not in a creepy way, I mean she was hot and me? I was willing... I was willing.

She walked towards me in red high heels, I couldn't stop staring at her huge cleavage. I wanted to shove my dick up her boobs and cum all over her tanned face. But mostly I wanted to kiss her.

- You know why brought you here, right Ed?

- Because of me being a bit of a baddie?

I flashed her a smile, she blushed like a Japanese cartoon character.

I wanted her lips wrapped around my cock and I wanted it now, so I jumped at the chance of having her on her desk. I had planned the whole thing in my mind, and as I did it I planned on imagining the classroom was full of people, and that all my school friends would see what a nice good stud I am. Her boobs looked better than spring break!

I wanted Diaz's companionship just as much as I wanted her touch. To be honest I planned on asking her out on a gateway whenever her husband left town.


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