Milfs and Grannies Phone Sex

I’m 62 years young.  I live in a retirement community.  I’m a well respected LADY in my 55+ community.  I host a ladies bridge club once a week.  I am President of the Home Owners Association.  I volunteer as a tutor for young men who have dropped out of high school and need help to get their G.E.D.  I am a well-respected LADY in the community.

Little do they know what a sex hungry Bitch I am.  I love the way theses young men lust after me.  My pussy drips with excitement when I see a hot young cock.  I can’t get enough of that tasty young cum.  I have group class at my home and we have “all night study” marathons.   Damn!!!  Five, six, seven or more different young hungry mouths taking turns on my cunt.  Cock after cock in my mouth, my snatch, my ass.  My titties being sucked, licked, bit….. 

I hire these young men to do all my yard work, wash my car, paint my house, move furniture etc….   There is always young men at my home.  I pay them well and the perks are delicious.

My friends think I’m too generous.  After an all night study marathon, I can barely take my daily walk.  My friends say I work too hard.  I say “It gives me great satisfaction to do it”.

Peggy

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This was written for me by my pantyhose slave.

After the day she gave me the pair of pantyhose she was wearing, that whole scene kept me horny and yearning to serve her again in whatever capacity.  On subsequent trips to the mall I always kept an eye out for her.  I wondered if I was lucky enough to see her again.  I didn’t know what I would do if I did see her.  I certainly wouldn’t want to come off to her like a stalker. 

One evening, I see her walking out of a store with some bags and boxes.  She’s wearing a short black silk cocktail dress (perhaps she’s going to a party later), and on her sexy legs she’s wearing  these jet black tights.  Under her left arm is a shoe box.  I think to myself, some lucky guy got to shop for shoes for her, damn I wish it was me!  She sees me looking at her; she smiles and walks over.  I tell her “You look so great, I couldn’t help but notice.”  “Well I’ve been tromping around this mall for 2 hours and my arms are getting tired” she said.  “Would you like to carry my stuff out to my car?”  “Of course” I say. 

On the way to the garage I learn my pantyhose goddess’ name is Peggy, and I ask her to call me “Mister B.”  When we get to her minivan she loads her stuff in the back then climbs into the bench seat in the back and flounces down, her beautiful legs splayed out provocatively.  “My feet are sore from all that walking” she says.  I confess: “It would mean the world to me if you would let me massage your sore, heavenly feet.”  I’m so into her I’ve got to let her know, and she’s already made me so rapturously happy I really ought to return the favor.  “Well come on in” she says “and close the door behind you so we can have some privacy.” 

Once inside I kneel down before her as she pulls off her shoes and lays her feet in my lap.  Heaven couldn’t be any better than this.  I cup a foot between my hands and I gently, sweetly massage her foot.  Peggy lays her head back, closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling.  “Oh, that’s the stuff” she coos.  “Thank you, goddess” I murmur.  Her other foot is playfully kneading the bulge in my pants.  I’m so hot that my pants are uncomfortably tight, but I try to let it go ’cause I want so much to focus on her pleasure.  I stroke her instep with my thumb, her toes mere inches from my lips.  I’m imagining her toes curling up when she cums (wouldn’t that be wonderful?).  Laying down her one soft, silky foot, I pick up the other and worship it with my hands.  As I slowly rub the one foot her other is rubbing the knob in my pants with undulations in perfect coordination with my hands.  She’s smiling with her eyes closed and starts moaning quietly.  With the pleasure I’m giving her I’m getting more and more aroused and I can’t take the pressure in my pants any more. I lay her foot on my shoulder momentarily and unzip my pants (oh, I’d love to introduce her to Mr. Bolt Upright!). 

I resume massaging her lovely foot through her sexy tights and she goes back to rubbing my pole with her free foot.  I see her fingers gently stroking the spot just at the top of her tights’ cotton panel as I work my way up her leg with my fingers and lips.  “Oh Mister B.” she moans.  I’m now kissing that spot behind her knees that I’ve so lusted after and I reach forward to cup her sweet little ass in my hands and start to stroke the crease between her ass and her pussy with my thumbs.  “Oh baby, that’s the ticket!” she moans in between her biting her lower lip.  Then she puts a foot on each shoulder and draws me face first into paradise.

Grandmaster B.

Peggy

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