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Wildermann90 Comments: 80	Commented 23 Jul, 2025 "Fuck i am sure she is waiting their to tease the young room boy with her hot milfy ass"

Wildermann90 Comments: 80	Commented 23 Jul, 2025 "How many cocks she milked in her Lifestyle with that ass?"

Wildermann90 Comments: 80	Commented 23 Jul, 2025 "Hope they hired a young stripper for my wifs Bachelorette party... she likes them young near half her age if they have a big one"

Wildermann90 Comments: 80	Commented 23 Jul, 2025 "This is how my wife teases our young neighbor boy... everyone knew he has a boner watching her Sun bathing"

Fdh1250 Comments: 964	Commented 10 Jul, 2025 "Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: --- Tanner: "I... I don't understand why I have to do this," Tanner stammers, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he nervously clutches his briefs, the last shred of his dignity. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "Oh, Tanner, darling," Charlize purrs, her South African accent thick with sarcasm, "You know very well why. We're just giving you a little taste of the industry, isn't that right, Nics?" She winks at Nicole, who smiles wickedly. Tanner: swallows hard, glancing around the opulent office for a sign of escape, his eyes lingering on the high windows that seem to mock his predicament. "But... it's not right. I'm not some... some... toy for you to play with." Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "Toy?" Margot giggles, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You say that like it's a bad thing. We're just teaching you the rules of the game, Tanner. Now, drop those briefs. You don't want to keep three powerful women waiting, do you?" Tanner: Trembling, Tanner slowly lets his briefs fall to the plush carpet. His heart thunders in his chest as he stands before them, utterly exposed. His mind races with fear, embarrassment, and a strange, unwelcome thrill. Tanner: The camera shows his nude toned ass from behind and pans around to show his fully nude toned smooth body with gorgeous smooth incredibly long cock. SUMMARY^1: Tanner, an 18-year-old intern, is sexually harassed by the powerful businesswomen Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie. Despite his protests, they insist he be nude while they remain clothed, and he reluctantly complies. The camera captures his exposed, attractive body, including his long, smooth cock. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three of them lean in closer, their eyes hungrily devouring every inch of Tanner's exposed flesh. "Mmm, you're so much more... inspiring than we thought," Nicole says, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire. "Now, let's see that face of yours, darling. Turn around," she commands, her voice a sultry whisper that seems to caress his skin. Tanner: With a shiver, Tanner obeys, turning to face them. His cock, despite the tension in the room, is partially erect, a traitorous response to the situation. He tries to cover himself with his hands, but Charlize swats them away with a laugh. "No, no, let's not hide that gorgeous asset," she says, her eyes sparkling. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three of them lean back in their luxurious leather chairs, crossing their legs and folding their arms across their chests. They watch him intently, their gazes a mix of amusement, hunger, and power. The office, with its high ceilings and mahogany furnishings, seems to close in around him, amplifying the intensity of their scrutiny. The scent of their expensive perfumes fills the air, a heady bouquet that does little to ease the tightness in his chest. Nicole's eyes travel up and down his body, lingering on his cock with a predatory gaze. "You know, Tanner," she says, her voice low and seductive, "you're quite the specimen. We could use someone like you to... entertain us when things get dull around here." SUMMARY^1: Tanner faces the three fully-clothed businesswomen with his cock partially erect. They express desire and power over him, suggesting he could serve as their entertainment in dull moments at work. Tanner: Tanner's mind is racing as he tries to understand the gravity of the situation. He can't believe he's standing naked in front of these three Hollywood icons. The air feels thick with tension, and he's painfully aware of his vulnerability. His heart thuds in his chest, and he can feel the blood pulsing through his veins, his cock responding despite the fear coursing through him. He gulps, his eyes darting between them, trying to gauge their true intentions. "Entertain?" he echoes, his voice shaky. "What... what does that mean?" Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Nicole's eyes gleam with excitement. "Oh, you know, darling. A little bit of this, a little bit of that," she says, her hand making a vague, suggestive gesture. Margot's gaze is more direct, a smoldering look that sends a bolt of electricity through Tanner's body. "We might need to... inspect your 'assets' a bit more thoroughly," she says, her voice a seductive purr. Charlize nods in agreement, a smirk playing on her lips. "We can't have you representing us if you're not up to... our standards." Tanner: Tanner's mind races with fear and arousal, his body betraying him as his cock stiffens fully under their gazes. He tries to keep his voice steady. "I'm not sure what you're implying, but I'm here to work, not to... entertain," he says, his voice firm despite the quaver. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women share a knowing look, their smirks growing wider. "Oh, Tanner," Charlize says, leaning forward in her chair, "You're so innocent. But fear not, we're here to educate you on the finer points of office politics. Now, why don't you come closer so we can get a better look?" Tanner: Tanner takes a tentative step forward, his legs feeling like jelly beneath him. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind the women offer a stark contrast to the shadowed corners of the office, where he imagines his escape. He tries to keep his eyes on their faces, but they keep drifting down to their crossed legs, the hint of cleavage, and the way their fingers tap impatiently on the arms of their chairs. The silence is deafening, filled only with the sound of his racing heart and the distant hum of the city below. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "Good boy," Charlize says, her eyes glinting. She uncrosses her legs and stands up, walking slowly towards Tanner. She circles him like a cat stalking its prey, her high heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor. "You see, Tanner, in our world, there are many different types of assets," she says, her voice dropping to a whisper as she runs a fingernail gently down his spine. "Some are more... tangible than others." Tanner: Tanner's breath catches in his throat as Charlize's touch sends a shiver down his spine. He tries to hold his ground, but his legs feel like they might give out at any moment. "What... what are you saying?" he stammers, his eyes flicking to the door, which seems to be getting farther and farther away. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: "We're saying, darling," Nicole says, her eyes never leaving his, "That we need to make sure you're... suitable for the roles we have in mind for you. And we can't do that unless we're all on the same page." She stands up as well, her movements as fluid as a cat's, and joins Charlize in their slow circle around him. Tanner: Tanner's heart feels like it's going to explode as the two powerful women circle him, their eyes raking over his body as if he's a piece of art. He can feel the heat radiating from them, their desire palpable. The scent of their perfumes mingles with the faint aroma of leather from the furniture, creating an intoxicating cocktail that makes his head spin. His thoughts are a jumbled mess of fear, confusion, and an unwanted but undeniable attraction. He tries to keep his breathing steady, his eyes darting between the two of them, searching for a way out of this bizarre situation. The sound of their heels tapping on the floor echoes in his ears like a ticking clock, counting down to... what? He's not sure, but he knows he can't just stand there forever. With a deep breath, he finds his voice. "Look, I'm not here for... for that. I need this internship. Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't..." He trails off, unsure what to say next. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Charlize stops her slow pace and stands in front of Tanner, her emerald eyes boring into his. "You're here to learn, Tanner. And sometimes, the best way to learn is through experience." She leans closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "You're going to be the star of our little show, and trust me, you're going to love every minute of it." Nicole steps in from behind, her cool fingers brushing against the base of his neck, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. "We're not asking for much," she murmurs, her voice a siren's song. "Just a little demonstration of your... abilities." Margot saunters over, her red-soled heels clicking with each step. She stops beside Charlize, her blue eyes gleaming. "We need to know you can handle the pressure," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "We're going to test your... stamina." The three of them lean in closer, their bodies a wall of power and temptation, their lips curving into knowing smiles. Tanner: Tanner's eyes widen as the reality of the situation sinks in. His body responds to their nearness despite his mind screaming for him to flee. He can feel his cock pulsing, the anticipation of their touch a potent cocktail of fear and desire. His voice is barely a whisper when he says, "I... I don't know if I can do this." But as they crowd around him, their hands beginning to roam over his skin, he feels himself giving in to the thrill of the moment. He closes his eyes, his breath coming in shallow gasps as their fingers trace the contours of his body. He tries to think of anything else, but their scents, their whispers, their touch, it's all-consuming. His hands, which had been clenched at his sides, start to relax. The room seems to tilt, and suddenly, the only thing that matters is the feel of their bodies against his. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women, like a well-oiled machine of seduction, continue their exploration of Tanner's body. Charlize's fingers dance across his chest, her nails lightly scraping over his nipples, making them peak with pleasure. Nicole's cool hands glide down his back, sending a shiver through him, while Margot's soft touch caresses his thighs. "You're doing so well, Tanner," Charlize murmurs, her breath hot against his ear. "Just let go. We're going to show you a world you never knew existed." Nicole's hand reaches around to grasp his cock, stroking it gently, her grip firm but not painful. Margot leans in to kiss his neck, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Tanner: Tanner's body responds to their ministrations, his cock growing harder in Nicode's hand despite the fear that still lingers in the back of his mind. His breaths come faster, his chest rising and falling with the rapid rhythm of his heart. He can feel the heat of their bodies, the pressure of their breasts against his back and chest, the scent of their desire mingling with the expensive perfumes. He opens his eyes to find himself surrounded by a tableau of beauty and power, the three of them a vision of temptation he never thought he'd encounter. The fear is still there, but it's now intertwined with a heady mix of excitement and lust. He whispers, "What do you want from me?" His voice is a hoarse croak, barely audible over the rushing sound of his own pulse. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The women exchange a knowing glance, their smiles predatory. "We want you to prove your worth," Charlize says, her voice a silky promise of untold delights. She leans in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. "We need to know that you can satisfy us, Tanner." Nicode's hand begins to move in earnest, pumping his cock with a rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. Margot's hand snakes around to cup his balls, her grip firm but gentle. "We're going to make you an offer you can't refuse," she murmurs, her breath hot on his neck. Tanner: Tanner's body arches instinctively, a moan escaping his lips as the pleasure builds. He feels like he's being stretched taut between them, their hands a maelstrom of sensation. He tries to form a coherent thought, but all he can manage is a strangled, "What... what kind of offer?" Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three of them chuckle in unison, the sound echoing around the opulent office like a dark symphony. "Ah, so eager," Nicode says, her eyes gleaming as she tightens her grip. "We'll give you a chance to prove your worth, Tanner. You'll be our... personal project. If you can keep us satisfied, the internship is yours, along with some very special perks." Charlize's hand trails down his abs, her nails lightly digging into his skin as she speaks. "You'll have access to opportunities beyond your wildest dreams," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "But if you disappoint us..." She lets the sentence hang, the implication heavy in the air. Tanner: Tanner's eyes dart between them, the reality of the situation crashing over him like a wave. The thought of failing is terrifying, but the allure of their power and the promise of success is intoxicating. "I'll do my best," he says, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Charlize's eyes light up, a hint of challenge in her gaze. "Good boy," she says, her voice a velvet caress. Nicode tightens her grip on his cock, her thumb stroking the sensitive underside. Margot's hand moves up to trace his jawline, her thumb sliding over his bottom lip. "Let's see what you've got, Tanner," she says, her voice a seductive whisper. They guide him over to the large, gleaming conference table, the glass surface reflecting the city lights outside. The coolness of the glass against his heated skin sends a shiver through him. Charlize reaches for the button on her blazer, her movements deliberate and slow as she undoes it one button at a time, revealing a hint of the lacy lingerie beneath. "First, we'll need to see how well you can... perform under pressure," she says, her eyes never leaving his. Tanner: Tanner's heart hammers in his chest as he's pushed gently onto the conference table. He can feel the coolness of the glass against his back, his legs dangling over the edge. The three women stand before him, their expressions a mix of amusement and anticipation. His mind reels with the implications of what they're asking of him, but his body responds with an eagerness he can't suppress. He looks up at them, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. "I... I'll do my best," he repeats, his voice a hoarse whisper. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women exchange a knowing smile, their eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, we know you will, Tanner," Nicode says, her hand still stroking his cock with a gentle but insistent rhythm. "But remember, this is just the beginning." Margot's hand moves to trace the line of his abs, her fingers dancing down towards his cock, which is now fully erect and pulsing in Nicode's grip. Charlize reaches out to cup his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You're going to be our little secret," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "And if you're a good boy, who knows what rewards you might earn?" Her hand slides down to join Margot's, their fingers intertwining as they both begin to stroke him. The room seems to shrink, the only sounds the rustle of their clothing and the soft moans that escape his lips. The world outside the windows feels a million miles away, replaced by the warmth of their touch and the scent of their desire. Tanner: Tanner's hips buck involuntarily as their hands work in tandem, the sensations overwhelming. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each more conflicted than the last. He's never felt so objectified, so used, but also so... desired. The power dynamics in the room have shifted, and he's no longer just an intern. He's their plaything, their pawn, and the thrill of it sends a jolt of electricity through his body. He tries to focus, to think of a way out, but all he can feel is the building pressure in his cock and the heat of their bodies surrounding him. "I... I'm not sure I can handle this," he gasps out, his voice a desperate plea. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The women share a knowing smile, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the hunt. "You'll manage," Charlize assures him, her voice a smooth purr. "After all, you're young, strong, and eager to please." She leans in closer, her breath hot against his cheek. "And we're going to make sure you do." Nicode's grip tightens, her strokes becoming more insistent as she feels his cock swell even further in her hand. Margot's hand leaves his chest to trace a path down his stomach, her nails lightly scoring the sensitive skin. "But remember," she says, her voice a warning, "This is just the first test. There'll be many more to come." The three of them lean in, their lips close to his ears, their words a seductive whisper. "And if you do well, Tanner, the world will be your oyster." Tanner: Tanner's eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself teeter on the edge of climax. He tries to focus on anything elseâ€”the feel of the glass beneath him, the distant sounds of the city, the smell of leather and perfumeâ€”but it's no use. Their words, their touch, it's all too much. "I... I'm going to... I'm going to...," he stammers, unable to finish the sentence. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women lean in closer, their eyes glued to Tanner's face as they feel his body tense beneath their hands. Charlize's smile widens, her teeth glinting in the soft office light. "Go ahead, darling," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "Let us see what you're made of." Nicode's strokes become more rapid, her grip tightening, while Margot's hand slides down to cup his ass, her nails digging in slightly. The pressure builds, and Tanner can't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, he comes, his seed spurting onto the glass conference table. The women watch, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and hunger. As the last tremors leave Tanner's body, they lean in, their lips brushing against his ear in unison. "Now, that's what we're talking about," they murmur, their voices a seductive harmony. Tanner: Tanner's body goes slack, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He opens his eyes to see the three women still standing over him, their expressions a mix of amusement and approval. His cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I... I did it," he says weakly, not sure what to make of the situation. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women exchange a knowing look, their smiles widening. "Very good," Charlize says, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out a handkerchief, offering it to Tanner with a graceful flourish. "Now, let's get cleaned up, shall we?" Nicode wipes the remaining droplets of cum from his cock with the cloth, her movements almost maternal in their tenderness. Margot's hand slides up his chest, her nails tracing light circles around his nipple, making it pebble under her touch. "You see, Tanner, this is just the beginning," she whispers, her voice a siren's call. "You've passed the first test, but there are many more to come." Tanner: Tanner takes the handkerchief with trembling hands, his mind racing with the implications of what they've said. He cleans up as best he can, the fabric feeling rough against his sensitive skin. "What... what happens next?" he asks, his voice still shaky from the intense release. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: Charlize takes a step back, her heels clicking against the floor as she assesses him with a critical eye. "Next, you'll become an integral part of our little... operation," she says, her smile widening like a cat who's caught a particularly plump mouse. "You'll attend meetings with us, run errands, and be at our beck and call." Nicode's hand lingers on his thigh, her thumb idly stroking the skin. "And, of course, you'll continue to... entertain us whenever we need a little pick-me-up," she adds, her voice dripping with innuendo. Margot's eyes sparkle with mischief. "You'll be the best-kept secret in Hollywood," she says, her fingers playing with a loose strand of his hair. "But remember, Tanner, discretion is key. If anyone finds out about our little arrangement, it'll be the end of your career before it even starts." Tanner: Tanner swallows hard, the weight of their words sinking in. He tries to sit up, his legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm. He's both terrified and exhilarated by the thought of being their secret plaything. He nods, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I understand." Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The women stand back, watching him with a blend of satisfaction and expectation. "Good," Charlize says, her eyes lingering on his still-hard cock. "Now, let's discuss the terms of your... employment." Nicode steps aside, her hand sliding away from his thigh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Margot leans against the desk, her legs crossed at the ankles, a picture of casual elegance. "Firstly, you're not to speak of this to anyone. Not your friends, not your family, not even your reflection in the mirror," she says, her voice firm. Tanner: Tanner nods, his mind racing with the gravity of what he's just agreed to. "Of course, I understand," he says, his voice barely above a murmur. Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, and Margot Robbie: The three women exchange a knowing smile, their eyes gleaming with victory. "Very good, Tanner," Charlize says, her voice smooth as silk. "Now, let's discuss your... duties. You'll be at our disposal whenever we need a distraction from the mundane," she says, her eyes raking over his body. Nicode's hand slides up his thigh, her fingers lightly grazing his balls. "And we expect you to perform to the best of your abilities at all times." Margot leans over the desk, her breasts pushing against the glass, the fabric of her blouse straining. "You'll find that we can be quite... demanding," she says, a wicked glint in her eye."

Fdh1250 Comments: 964	Commented 2 Jul, 2025 "It was the first day of Tanner's senior year at Willowbrook High School, and he could feel the weight of the past few years of hard work finally beginning to lift. His muscular body, honed from countless hours spent on the football field and in the gym, filled out his school uniform in a way that had heads turning as he walked down the hallways. He was the star of the school, both athletically and academically, and everyone knew it. Including Kim, the new school secretary, whose eyes had lingered on him longer than they should have when she'd handed him his schedule that morning. Kim couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the thought of Tanner. She was a woman who had seen it all, with a penchant for the taboo that had only grown stronger with age. Her once youthful beauty had matured into a seductive allure that belied her 49 years. Her brunette hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her playful smile and the sparkle in her eyes that seemed to hold secrets she was dying to share. As she watched him from behind her desk, she felt an irresistible pull towards the young man that was unlike anything she'd felt before. Days turned into weeks, and their secret glances grew bolder. They'd find moments to exchange flirty banter, and the tension between them was palpable. It was during one of these exchanges that Kim decided it was time to make a move. She knew Tanner had a free period on Fridays, and she'd make sure she had the same. With a knowing wink, she suggested they meet in the empty photography darkroom, a place where they could be alone without fear of interruption. Friday came, and Tanner's heart raced as he approached the darkroom door. He knew he shouldn't, but the allure of Kim was too much to resist. When he stepped inside, the room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a single red bulb casting shadows across the floor. She was sitting at the back, her legs crossed, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. He closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the small space as his eyes took her in. She was dressed in a figure-hugging skirt that stopped just above her knees, and a blouse that revealed a hint of her ample cleavage. "Hello, Tanner," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness that seemed to thicken the air. "I'm so happy you could make it." Tanner swallowed hard, his nerves jangling like live wires as he approached her. "What's this all about, Mrs. Hathaway?" he asked, trying to sound casual despite the racing of his pulse. Kim stood up, her movements smooth and deliberate. "It's about you, and me," she replied, her voice low and husky. "I've been watching you, and I think it's time we got to know each other a little better." Tanner felt a shiver run down his spine as she moved closer, her hips swaying gently with each step. "What do you mean?" he managed to croak out. Kim's smile grew wider, revealing the mischief dancing in her eyes. "I think it's time for you to show me everything," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "I want you to take off all your clothes." Tanner's eyes widened in surprise, but the thrill of the moment overpowered his shock. He began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement. Kim watched him intently, her gaze traveling down his chiseled abs to the waistband of his pants. She stepped closer, her own heart racing as she reached out to trace a finger along the line of his jaw, sending a bolt of electricity through his body. Once his shirt was off, Kim stepped back to appreciate the view. She let out a soft gasp as she took in his broad shoulders and defined chest, a testament to his dedication to football. Tanner kicked off his shoes and began to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation grew as he slid his pants down, revealing his thick, hard erection that pointed straight at her. He stepped out of his clothes, now completely naked before her. Kim's eyes raked over him, her gaze lingering on the size and beauty of his cock. She felt a surge of desire, knowing that she was the cause of his arousal. "Good boy," she murmured, the words coming out like a purr. She remained fully dressed, her power in their situation not lost on either of them. "Now, come closer," she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a thrill through Tanner. Tanner took a tentative step forward, his cock bobbing with every movement. "Wow, you really do have quite the... equipment for an 18-year-old," Kim said, her eyes gleaming with mirth. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his length, her fingers not quite meeting. "And here I was thinking I'd seen it all. I guess age isn't everything, is it?" she teased, stroking him gently. Tanner felt his knees wobble as she touched him. Her hand was cool and soft, her grip firm but not too tight. He couldn't believe this was happening; Mrs. Hathaway, the school secretary he'd been fantasizing about for weeks, was actually touching him. He watched as she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his cock. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, this is just the beginning," she replied, her eyes flashing with excitement. "I've been waiting for a moment like this for a long time, Tanner. And now that I have you here, I'm going to make sure we spend a lot more time together." She took a step back, releasing him, and gestured to the chair in the corner of the room. "But before we get too carried away, there's something you need to know." Tanner stepped back, his cock still standing at attention. He could feel the cool air of the room on his skin, and the warmth of his own desire pooling in his stomach. "What's that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. "Well," Kim said, her eyes twinkling, "since you're so young and impressionable, I think it's only fair that we set some ground rules for our little... rendezvous." She leaned back against the counter, her hands folded demurely in front of her. "From now on, whenever we're together like this, you'll be nude. It's important that you're comfortable and open with me. But I'll always stay clothed," she added with a wink. "It's just a little game we'll play to keep things interesting." Tanner nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. The thrill of the situation was intoxicating, and he found himself agreeing to her terms without a second thought. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Hathaway," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Kim's smile grew wider at his submission. She knew she had him hooked, and the power was delicious. "Good," she said, her voice a soft purr. "Now, sit down," she instructed, pointing to the chair she'd indicated earlier. Tanner obeyed, his cock bobbing with each step he took. She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively. "Now, tell me, Tanner, have you ever been with a woman my age?" Tanner felt his cheeks flush as he sat down. He'd never been with anyone older than a few years, and certainly not a woman as mature and confident as Kim. "No, I haven't," he admitted. "Well, then," she said, her voice a silky promise, "you're in for a treat." She moved closer, her hand tracing a path up his thigh, her touch feather-light. "But first, I want to hear you say it. Say you want me to touch you." Tanner's breath hitched. He'd never been so exposed, so vulnerable. But the thrill was undeniable. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to touch me, Mrs. Hathaway." Kim leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Very good," she whispered, her hand sliding up to cup his balls. He gasped, his body jerking involuntarily. Her touch was firm but gentle, and she watched with satisfaction as he squirmed in his seat. "You see, Tanner, I know what a young man like you needs. And I'm going to give it to you, as long as you're a good boy and do as I say." Her hand left his balls to glide along the shaft of his cock, her movements slow and deliberate. Tanner's hips bucked upward, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, and it was all he could do not to grab her and pull her down onto him. But he knew the rules, and he liked the game she was playing. "Now, tell me," Kim murmured, her breath hot against his neck, "have you ever been edged before?" Tanner's eyes widened in surprise. "Edged?" he repeated, his voice strained. "Mm-hmm," Kim hummed, her hand continuing to stroke him with just the right amount of pressure. "It's when you're brought to the brink of climax, but then it's stopped. Over and over again," she explained, her tone filled with amusement. "It can be quite exquisite." Tanner's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his orgasm build. He'd heard of it, of course, but he'd never experienced it himself. "No, I haven't," he managed to get out between gasps. "Well, then," Kim said with a smug smile, "you're in for an education." She quickened her pace, her hand moving faster and tighter around his shaft. Tanner's body tensed, his toes curling as he approached the edge. Just as he was about to come, she stopped, her hand lingering for a moment before pulling away. "Kim!" Tanner protested, his voice filled with frustration and need. Kim chuckled, a sound that was both soothing and maddening in its self-satisfaction. "Patience, Tanner," she admonished, her voice a sweet caress. "Good things come to those who wait." She stepped back, admiring the picture he made, his cock standing tall and proud, his body taut with desire. Tanner leaned back in the chair, his breathing ragged. "Please," he begged, his hands gripping the armrests tightly. "I need it." Kim stepped closer, her skirt brushing against his legs. She reached out again, her fingers lightly circling the head of his cock. "Not yet," she teased, watching his face contort with pleasure and frustration. "First, I want to make sure you're ready to learn." Her hand began to move again, stroking him in long, slow movements that had him panting. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "You see, Tanner, this isn't just about you getting off. It's about us exploring each other's desires. And I have quite a few things I want to teach you." Her other hand found its way to his chest, her fingers playing with his nipple as she continued to torment his cock. Tanner could feel his body responding, his muscles tightening as he struggled to hold back his climax. "What do you want from me?" he gasped, his voice filled with need. "For now, I just want to watch you," Kim said, her eyes gleaming. "But I promise, you'll know when it's time for more." She stepped back, admiring the young man before her. His cock was rock-hard, and the sight of his naked body made her pulse race. She knew she had him under her spell, and the thought was thrilling. Tanner sat in the chair, his body a tapestry of desire and frustration. He'd never been with a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. The way she touched him, so confidently and with such authority, was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him, begging for release. Kim stepped closer, her skirt brushing against his bare legs as she leaned in to kiss him. Her lips were soft and warm, and he tasted the hint of mint on her breath. The kiss grew deeper, her tongue probing his mouth as her hand never stopped moving on his cock. He groaned into the kiss, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his climax. As they broke apart, she leaned back and took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "You're doing so well," she praised, her voice a sultry whisper. "But we're not quite there yet." She stepped back, her hand trailing down his body before she took a seat in the chair opposite him. "Now, tell me, Tanner, what do you want from me?" Tanner's mind raced with possibilities, but all he could say was, "I want to make you happy, Mrs. Hathaway." Kim's smile grew even more mischievous. "That's a good answer," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "But I think you'll find that making me happy is quite simple. All you have to do is follow my lead." Her hand reached out and took hold of his cock again, her grip firm and confident. She began to stroke him once more, her movements rhythmic and precise. Tanner's eyes fluttered shut, his body responding instinctively to her touch. He felt like he was in a trance, completely at her mercy. "Look at me," Kim ordered softly, and Tanner's eyes snapped open, meeting hers. The intensity in her gaze was almost too much to bear, but he couldn't look away. "Remember, this is all about you. Your pleasure is my pleasure." Tanner's breath hitched as she increased her pace, her thumb flicking over his sensitive tip. The tension in the room was unbearable, a heady mix of lust and power play that had him on the edge of sanity. "Tell me what you're thinking," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "What do you want me to do to you?" "I want... I want you to suck me," he gritted out, the words leaving his lips before he could think better of it. The image of her mouth wrapped around him was too much to resist, and the desperate need to feel her warm, wet heat was all-consuming. Kim chuckled, the sound sending another jolt of arousal through Tanner's body. "Such a greedy little boy," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But I'm a firm believer in teaching patience. For now, just enjoy my hand." Tanner's eyes rolled back as she continued her slow, torturous strokes. The room felt like it was closing in on him, the only sound the wet slap of her hand on his skin and their ragged breathing. He could feel his orgasm building again, the pressure in his balls growing unbearable. "Please," he moaned, his voice desperate. "Let me cum." Kim leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "But soon, baby. Soon." She leaned back in her chair, her hand still moving on him, watching his face contort with pleasure. "Tell me," she said, her voice taking on a playful lilt, "what's the best thing about being young and fit?" Tanner's eyes snapped to hers, his mind racing to keep up with the conversation. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice strained with desire. "Your stamina, of course," Kim replied with a knowing smile. "I'm sure you can go on for quite some time without giving in to the sweet release you so desperately crave." Her hand never stopped moving, her strokes growing faster and tighter as she watched him struggle to maintain control. "But I'm a patient woman, and I'm willing to wait until you're ready to learn everything I have to offer." Tanner's hips thrust upward, his body begging for the release that she was denying him. "I'm ready," he gasped, his voice filled with desperation. "I'll do anything." Kim leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his face. "Anything?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Well, that's quite the offer." She paused, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Let's start with something simple." Her hand stilled, and Tanner felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead. He was so close, so desperately close, but she had him firmly in her grasp. "What do you want?" he begged, his voice raw with need. "I want you to sit still," Kim said, her voice firm. "And I want you to imagine what it would feel like to have my mouth on you. Can you do that?" Tanner nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He could feel the blood pounding in his cock, the need to come so intense it was almost painful. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on her words. "Yes, Mrs. Hathaway," he murmured, his hips jerking slightly at the thought of her lips around him. Kim's smile grew more playful. "Good," she said, her hand resuming its strokes. "Now, close your eyes and picture it." Her voice grew softer, more seductive. "Imagine my mouth, my tongue, my teeth... all on you, working you until you can't take it anymore." Tanner's eyes snapped shut, and he did as she said. The mental image was almost too much to handle. He felt his cock swell even more in her grip, his body begging for the reality of her mouth on him. "Mrs. Hathaway," he breathed, his voice shaking. "Mm, that's it," she cooed, her strokes becoming more deliberate. "Imagine how wet I'd make you, how my tongue would feel as it slides along your length." Tanner's hips rocked in response, his cock pulsing in time with her words. "Now, tell me," she continued, her voice a sultry purr, "what does that feel like?" Tanner could feel his orgasm building like a volcano about to erupt. He didn't know if he could hold on much longer. "It feels... amazing," he gasped, his body trembling. "So good." Kim watched him, her hand never faltering in its steady rhythm. "Good," she murmured. "Now, tell me, Tanner. Do you want to cum?" Tanner's eyes flew open, locking onto hers. "Yes," he groaned, his body begging for relief. Kim's smile grew wicked. "Very well," she said, her grip tightening. "But remember, this is your first lesson. There will be many more to come." With that, she leaned in closer, her breath hot on his skin as she whispered, "Cum for me." Tanner felt like he'd been given a gift as Kim's hand sped up, her strokes now rapid and sure. He could feel the orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. He threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, and let out a guttural moan as he began to spurt, his cum landing on her hand, her desk, and even a few drops on her blouse. The sensation was overwhelming, a release unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Kim watched with a sense of satisfaction as Tanner's body convulsed with pleasure. She felt a warmth spread through her own body, her panties growing damp with desire. She hadn't expected to get so turned on by their little game, but she couldn't deny the effect he had on her. His youthful passion was intoxicating, and she found herself eager for more. When he finally stopped spasming, she stepped back and studied him. His cock was still half-hard, glistening with the remnants of his release. "Good boy," she praised, her voice a gentle purr. "You did well." Tanner panted, trying to catch his breath as he looked up at her. "That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. Kim chuckled, wiping her hand off on a tissue before tossing it in the trash. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice still low and seductive. "But we don't have all day. You better get dressed, cutie, we don't want you to be late for practice." The mention of his responsibilities brought Tanner crashing back to reality. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized he had just enough time to clean up and make it to the football field. He scrambled to his feet, his legs shaky from the intensity of his orgasm. Kim watched him with amusement, enjoying the way his muscles rippled as he moved. "You really do have a beautiful body," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation."

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Fdh1250 Comments: 964	Commented 7 May, 2025 "Mrs. Bradley stepped back, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she wiped her hand on the towel. "Looks like we've worn you out, Alex," she said, her voice filled with mirth. "Maybe we should give you a little break." Alex nodded, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was still partially erect, a testament to his youthful stamina. "Thank you, Mrs. Bradley," he murmured, his cheeks flushed with pleasure. Mrs. Bradley stepped back and gestured towards the chair across from her. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, her smile mischievous. "I'll be right back with those cookies." Alex nodded, his legs wobbly from the intense orgasm. He sat down, his cock still semi-hard, bobbing slightly as he tried to catch his breath. The couch cushions seemed to swallow him up, his youthful energy momentarily depleted. Mrs. Bradley disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of her footsteps fading away. The aroma of fresh cookies grew stronger as she returned, a plate piled high in her hand. She set the plate on the coffee table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Here you go, Alex," she said, her voice sweet as honey. "You must be hungry after all that...dancing." Alex took the offered cookies with a grateful smile, his cock still half-hard and glistening with cum. The sweet, comforting scent of the baked goods was a stark contrast to the heady musk of arousal that lingered in the room. He took a bite, the sugar and spices exploding in his mouth, bringing him back to reality. Mrs. Bradley watched him, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she took a seat across from him. Her own hand trembled slightly as she reached for a cookie, the taste of power and desire still lingering on her fingertips. The warmth of his cum had left a sticky residue on her skin, a physical reminder of the erotic dance they had just shared. She licked her lips, unable to resist the urge to savor the flavor of their shared taboo. Alex took a cookie, his eyes never leaving hers as he nibbled on the edge, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. The sweetness of the treat did little to mask the bitterness of his own inexperience. Despite his bravado, he was acutely aware that he was in the presence of a woman who had seen and done much more than he could ever dream of. Mrs. Bradley's gaze was like a warm caress, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel her eyes on his cock, which was slowly regaining its former glory. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had never felt so exposed, so...used. And yet, there was something thrilling about it all. Joe took a cookie, his eyes never leaving the sight of his wife's hand, now sticky with Alex's cum. He licked his lips, his own desire simmering just beneath the surface. "Why don't you tell us a little about yourself, Alex?" he asked, his voice casual but his tone charged with electricity. Alex swallowed hard, his heart racing. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, but he forced himself to speak. "Well, I'm a senior," he began, his voice still shaky. "I play soccer and run track." Mrs. Bradley's eyes never left his cock as he talked, and it grew harder with every passing second. "Impressive," she murmured, taking another cookie. "I bet you're quite the athlete." Alex felt his cheeks burn. "Thank you, Mrs. Bradley," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I do okay." Joe leaned back, a knowing smirk on his face. "I'm sure you do more than just 'okay'," he said, his eyes flicking to the plate of cookies. "How about a little more... entertainment?" Alex took a deep breath and nodded, his body responding to the unspoken command. He stood up, his cock now fully erect again, and began to dance. The music picked up tempo, the bass vibrating through the floorboards. His movements were more confident now, his hips rolling in a way that made Mrs. Bradley's mouth water. Mrs. Bradley couldn't help but lean back in her chair, her eyes devouring the sight of him. His body was a work of art, all taut muscles and smooth skin, and she felt a thrill of possession knowing that she had brought him to this point. She could see the beads of sweat forming on his chest, glistening under the soft glow of the living room lights. Alex's dance grew more provocative, his eyes never leaving hers. He moved closer, his cock bobbing with every step. She felt the heat of his body, the warmth radiating off of him like a furnace. She licked her lips, her mind racing with thoughts of what she wanted to do next. Her hand reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the length of his shaft. Alex gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. The sensation was exquisite, his cock jerking at her touch. She watched him with a mix of fascination and power, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The music grew louder, the beat pounding in their ears like a heart racing with desire. Mrs. Bradley's eyes never left Alex's as she continued to pleasure him, her thumb circling the head of his cock. His hips bucked, and he let out a soft moan that sent a shiver down her spine. The room was a blur of shadows and light, their bodies moving in a sensual dance that was as old as time itself. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the sweet aroma of cookies, an intoxicating blend that made her head spin. She could feel Joe's gaze on them, his excitement palpable, and she reveled in the thrill of their shared secret. Alex's movements grew more frantic as her hand worked him over, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was close again, so very close. Mrs. Bradley felt a sense of accomplishment, a thrill of power that she hadn't felt in years. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the head of his cock, and whispered, "Come for me, baby." With a strangled cry, Alex did just that, his cock pulsing in her hand as he shot another load of cum. It spattered against her face and chest, and she felt a strange satisfaction as she watched his young body shudder with pleasure. She wiped a bit of it from her cheek with her thumb and brought it to her mouth, tasting him. The salty, musky flavor was surprisingly pleasant, and she felt a new level of arousal bloom within her. Joe's eyes were glued to the scene before him, his own cock straining against his pants. He had never seen his wife like this before - so commanding, so sexually voracious. It was a side of her he had never dared to hope for, and it was driving him wild. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. "Mrs. Bradley," Alex gasped, his voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. "That was...amazing." Mrs. Bradley chuckled, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she released his cock. She reached for the towel and dabbed at the cum on her face and chest, her eyes never leaving Alex's. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. Joe took another step closer, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder. "It's time for Alex to go now," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We don't want to keep you too long." Mrs. Bradley nodded, reluctantly releasing Alex's cock. She watched as he picked up his clothes, his body still flushed from his recent exertions. He dressed quickly, his movements a little awkward as he tried to cover himself. Despite the situation, there was something undeniably endearing about his shyness. As Alex left the room, she turned to Joe, her eyes dark with hunger. She could feel the wetness between her legs, a testament to the effect Alex had had on her. Joe's gaze was intense, his eyes burning with desire as he took her in. He had never seen her like this, so openly sexual, so in charge. It was a heady feeling, and she knew that she wanted more. He took her hand, leading her back to the couch. They sat down, close enough that their legs touched, the heat of his body seeping into hers. The air was thick with the scent of their shared arousal, the echoes of Alex's passion still hanging in the air. Mrs. Bradley leaned into Joe, her eyes half-lidded with lust. "You liked that, didn't you?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Joe swallowed hard, his hand gripping hers tightly. "More than you know," he admitted, his voice low and gruff. The sight of his wife with Alex had stirred something primal within him, something he hadn't felt in years. The room was still charged with the electricity of their encounter, and he could feel the heat of her desire radiating from her body. With a swift movement, Joe pulled Mrs. Bradley into his arms, their kiss deep and urgent. He could taste the hint of Alex on her lips, a flavor that was both foreign and thrilling. Her body melted against his, her curves fitting him like a glove. His hands roamed over her, seeking out the dampness that had formed between her legs. He cupped her sex through the fabric of her jeans, feeling the slickness that had gathered there. She was wetter than he had ever felt her, and the realization sent a bolt of desire straight to his own cock. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for permission. She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. With trembling hands, Joe unzipped her pants, sliding them down her legs. He took a moment to admire her, the way the soft light of the room played off her skin, the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Then, his eyes fell to her panties, soaked through with her arousal. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Mrs. Bradley's pussy was a wet mess, glistening with desire. Joe leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her inner thigh. She gasped, her hips jerking at the contact. His tongue traced a path upward, teasing her until she was squirming against him. He could taste Alex on her, the musky scent of his cum mingling with the sweetness of her arousal. He lapped at her, savoring the flavor, his tongue delving into her folds. Mrs. Bradley's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. She had never been so wet, so desperate for release. The orgasm that had been building within her since the moment Alex had stepped into the room was threatening to consume her, a wildfire waiting for a spark. Joe's tongue found her clit, flicking and teasing until she was bucking against him. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his wife's pleasure. The power exchange from earlier had set them both on fire, and now they were burning together, a conflagration of need and desire. Mrs. Bradley's nails dug into the couch cushions, her eyes squeezed shut as Joe's tongue worked its magic. The taste of Alex's cum on her skin was a constant reminder of what had happened, the taboo of it all making her even wetter. She moaned, her hips rising to meet him as he lapped at her, his tongue swirling and probing. The sensations were overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that had been building all evening. Joe felt a fierce pride as he tasted Alex on her, the sweetness of her arousal mixed with the musk of their shared conquest. It was a heady feeling, one that made him want to claim her even more. His tongue flicked and danced over her clit, feeling her body tighten with every stroke. He could feel her orgasm approaching, a tension that was palpable in the air. Mrs. Bradley's breath grew ragged, her body trembling as Joe brought her closer and closer to the edge. When he finally slid two fingers into her, she cried out, her pussy clenching around him. The sensation of being filled while being licked sent her over the precipice, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Joe felt her thighs tighten around his head, her pussy pulsing as she came. He licked and sucked, savoring every drop of her juices, his own cock aching with need. When the last tremor passed through her, he pulled back, his face wet with her essence. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with desire. Mrs. Bradley was a vision of beauty, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed over with passion. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her body still quivering from the intensity of her release. Joe stood, his cock tenting his pants, and offered her his hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet. Without a word, she turned to him, her eyes never leaving his as she began to unbutton his shirt. The urgency was still there, the need for more, for the culmination of the evening's events. Her hands were shaking with anticipation as she revealed his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs. Joe's cock strained against his pants, desperate for release. Mrs. Bradley's touch was like a brand, searing him with need. He stepped back, letting her undress him, watching as she revealed his hardness to the air. She took him in her hand, her grip firm and sure, her eyes never leaving his. Their kiss was explosive, their mouths melding together in a dance of tongues and teeth. Mrs. Bradley could feel Joe's cock pulse in her hand, his desire matching her own. She pushed him back onto the couch, her own need driving her. Straddling him, she guided him inside her, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of being filled by her husband after the dance with Alex. It was as if she had been reborn, her body alive with a hunger that only Joe could satisfy. She began to move, her hips grinding against him as she took him deeper and deeper. Joe's hands gripped her waist, guiding her, his hips rising to meet her with every downward thrust. The sight of her bouncing on his cock was almost too much, her breasts jiggling with the motion, her eyes never leaving his. The connection between them was electric, a current of lust that surged through their veins. With every stroke, Mrs. Bradley felt her orgasm building again, a crescendo that threatened to drown them both. Joe's grip tightened, his strokes growing more urgent as he felt her pussy clench around him. The room spun around them, a kaleidoscope of sensation and desire. And then it was there, the moment of pure bliss that they had both been chasing all night. Mrs. Bradley threw her head back, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Joe's followed quickly, his cock spurting deep inside her as he groaned into her neck. They clung to each other, their hearts racing in time with the pounding music that still played in the background. For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world outside their living room forgotten. It was just the two of them, bound by lust and love, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion that was all their own. They had never felt so alive, so connected. As they lay there, panting and spent, Mrs. Bradley looked down at Joe, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I think we should do that again," she murmured, her voice still thick with desire."

Fdh1250 Comments: 964	Commented 7 May, 2025 "In the quiet suburban street where the Bradleys lived, the house with the perfectly manicured lawn was a familiar sight. Inside, Mrs. Bradley, a 47-year-old woman with a sharp mind and a sharp sense of humor, was going about her daily routine. She wore her favorite cardigan, a comfortable pair of jeans, and a t-shirt that had seen better days. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a smear of flour on her cheek from her afternoon of baking cookies with the grandkids. Her eyes, though a bit tired, held a spark of mischief that never seemed to leave them. Her husband, Joe, had been acting strangely for weeks, planning something secretive. Today, his anticipation was palpable as he told her to dress up and wait for him in the living room. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement, wondering what surprise he had in store for her. The doorbell rang, and in walked a young man, barely 18, with the body of a Greek god. He was a local high school athlete named Alex, who Joe had met at the gym. The sight of him took her breath away. He had a charming smile and eyes that seemed to sparkle with innocence. Alex was dressed in a simple white tank top and tight blue shorts, showcasing his smooth, tanned skin and muscular physique. He looked slightly nervous, but the confidence in his posture suggested he knew what he was there to do. SUMMARY^1: Mrs. Bradley, a 47-year-old woman with a playful spirit, finds her routine interrupted when her husband Joe, acting secretively, brings home an 18-year-old athlete named Alex for an unknown purpose. Alex, with a charming demeanor and an impressive physique, makes Mrs. Bradley feel excited and curious as she waits in the living room in her casual attire with a hint of elegance. Joe gave his wife a knowing wink before he spoke. "Surprise, honey! I hired Alex here to give you a little show. I thought it'd spice things up, you know?" Mrs. Bradley felt a blend of shock, amusement, and arousal. She looked Alex over again, her heart fluttering in her chest. The room was filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and a hint of the manly cologne Alex must have doused himself in. The contrast was oddly intoxicating. She cleared her throat, trying to find her voice. "Well, Joe, I must admit, I wasn't expecting this." Alex, with a gentle nod to Joe, began to move with the grace of a seasoned dancer. He took a deep breath, his abs flexing as he started to sway to the rhythm of a slow, sensual song that began to play from a hidden speaker. His movements were precise and deliberate, each step bringing him closer to the center of the room where Mrs. Bradley sat, her eyes widening. Mrs. Bradley felt a warmth spread through her body as she watched Alex. His youthful energy was contagious, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of such a fine specimen of masculinity performing just for her. She gripped the armrests of her chair, her knuckles turning white. SUMMARY^1: Joe surprises Mrs. Bradley with a private striptease from a young athlete named Alex. Despite her initial shock, she becomes aroused by the boy's graceful dance and confident demeanor, feeling the excitement build as he moves closer to her in the living room filled with the aroma of fresh cookies. Alex began to peel off his tank top, revealing a chiseled torso that looked as if it had been sculpted by the hands of a master artist. Each muscle was defined, his smooth skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Mrs. Bradley's eyes followed the contours of his body, noticing the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. The room was now thick with anticipation, the only sounds being the music and the occasional rustle of fabric as he moved. Her own heartbeat grew louder in her ears, and she could feel her cheeks flushing with heat. She glanced at Joe, who was leaning against the wall with a smug grin on his face, clearly enjoying her reaction. He gave her a nod of encouragement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Alex's performance grew more intense, his hips gyrating in a way that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. He began to remove his shorts, revealing a pair of tight, black briefs that left little to the imagination. Mrs. Bradley's mouth went dry as she took in the sight of his strong legs and the bulge that was clearly visible beneath the fabric. The music grew louder, a seductive bassline thumping through the room. Alex's movements became more deliberate, each one designed to tantalize and tease. He circled the chair she was sitting in, his eyes never leaving hers, as he slowly slid his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. Joe's eyes widened in surprise as he caught a glimpse of Alex's bulge, which was indeed larger than he had imagined. It strained against the fabric, promising something truly breathtaking beneath. He shot his wife a look, his eyebrows raised in silent question, and she swallowed hard, her mind racing. Was Joe really going to let this go all the way? She watched, torn between the thrill of the moment and the nagging thought that maybe this was crossing a line. Mrs. Bradley's eyes remained glued to Alex as he danced closer, her heart hammering in her chest. The bulge grew more pronounced with each step he took, and she found herself wondering just how much more of this she could handle. Her own body was responding in ways she hadn't felt in years, a warmth pooling in her stomach and spreading through her limbs. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, her thoughts a tumultuous storm of excitement and doubt. Alex paused in his dance, his fingers lingering at the waistband of his briefs. He looked to Mrs. Bradley, seeking her permission to continue. She hesitated, her eyes darting between Alex and Joe. The hunger in Joe's gaze was unmistakable, and she realized that this was his way of sharing a wild fantasy with her. Her hand trembled as she gave a slight nod. With that, Alex pushed his briefs down, revealing his impressive length. The room seemed to hold its breath as he stepped out of them, now fully naked except for a pair of black socks. His cock was hard and thick, standing proudly against his sculpted abs. Mrs. Bradley's eyes were glued to it, her mind reeling with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She had never seen anything so... alive. Alex continued his dance, now completely uninhibited, his movements more fluid and erotic than before. Each step brought him closer to Mrs. Bradley, who could feel the heat radiating off his body. His cock swayed with the rhythm of his hips, and she couldn't help but stare at the smooth, velvety skin that covered its entirety. It was like nothing she had ever seen, a masterpiece of nature's creation, and she felt an overwhelming desire to touch it. Her hand reached out, almost of its own accord, and she lightly traced her fingertips along the shaft. Alex gasped, his eyes closing briefly before snapping open again, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his features. He leaned into her touch, his movements becoming more erratic as she explored the length of him. The room was a symphony of sensations now - the music, the smell of cookies, the sight of this young Adonis in front of her, and the feel of his hot flesh under her hand. Joe's smile grew wider as he watched his wife interact with Alex. He had never seen her so alive, so full of passion. He felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly drowned out by the excitement of watching his fantasy unfold before his eyes. He moved closer, his own arousal evident in his tightened pants. Mrs. Bradley's hand moved with newfound confidence, her strokes becoming more deliberate. Alex's breathing grew ragged as she touched him, his body responding to her every move. The tension in the room was unbearable, the air thick with desire and the faint scent of arousal. With a sudden jolt, Alex's body tensed. His cock twitched in her hand, and she watched, transfixed, as ropes of cum shot forth. It was a sight she had never seen before - the raw, unbridled passion of a young man's first climax. The warm liquid spattered onto her arm, and she felt a strange mix of satisfaction and power. His eyes rolled back, and he let out a low moan that seemed to resonate through her very soul. Joe chuckled, breaking the spell. "Looks like you got him excited, honey," he quipped, his voice low and thick with his own desire. Mrs. Bradley couldn't help but smile, a sense of mischief bubbling up inside her. It was true - she had never felt so alive, so in control. Alex looked at her, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He took a shaky breath before speaking. "Is that... is that it?" He sounded hopeful, his voice strained. Mrs. Bradley's gaze drifted down to the softening cock in her hand, and she couldn't resist a chuckle of her own. "Oh, honey, you think you can go again?" she teased, her voice dripping with seduction. The twinkle in her eye was all it took for Alex's body to respond, his cock beginning to fill out again before her very eyes. "Looks like you're eager to perform some more." Joe chuckled, his own excitement building as he watched the scene unfold. "I've got a feeling we're just getting started," he said, his voice a low rumble in the tension-filled room. Mrs. Bradley couldn't help but laugh at the joke, the tension in the room momentarily easing. "Looks like someone's eager to go another round," she quipped, her eyes still fixed on Alex's rapidly recovering erection. Alex blushed, but his smile never wavered. "I'm just trying to give you what you want," he said, his voice still breathless from his first climax. Mrs. Bradley felt a thrill at the power she had over this young man. "And what makes you think I want more?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. Alex stepped closer, his cock now fully hard again. "Your hand on me, the way you're looking at me," he murmured, his eyes searching hers for approval. "I can tell you're enjoying this." Mrs. Bradley's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I suppose you're right," she conceded, her hand never leaving his shaft. "But remember, I'm the one in control here." Alex nodded eagerly, his youthful enthusiasm undiminished. He began to dance again, his body moving with the grace of a young man who had just been granted the gift of an untouched world. Mrs. Bradley watched him, her hand working him gently, feeling the power of his arousal in her grip. The music grew more intense, the bass line thumping in her chest. She felt a thrill at the thought of Joe watching, his desire for her clearly visible. Her own desire grew, a warm, insistent ache building between her legs. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the temptation. With a sudden decisiveness, she released her grip on Alex's cock. He looked at her with a question in his eyes, but she didn't give him a chance to speak. Instead, she leaned back in her chair and watched as he stepped closer, his nude body moving with the confidence of a man who knew how to please. The warmth of his skin against hers was like a brand, searing through the fabric of her clothes. He rubbed his chest against her, the hard planes of his muscles pressing into her softness. She felt the throb of his heart, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. His hands slid down her arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Alex's cock brushed against her leg, sending a shiver through her body. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his nakedness against her. He was all hard angles and soft curves, a living, breathing work of art that she could explore to her heart's content. His movements grew more urgent, his breaths quickening as he ground his hips against her, his cock sliding against the fabric of her jeans. Alex took this as an invitation and leaned in, his mouth finding hers in a soft, tentative kiss. His inexperience was endearing, a stark contrast to the confidence he exuded in his dance. She responded with gentle pressure, her tongue flicking against his, exploring his mouth with a hunger she hadn't felt in years. The kiss grew more intense, their bodies pressing closer, until she could feel the full length of him against her. Her hands slid up his back, her fingernails digging into his muscular flesh as she pulled him closer. He moaned into her mouth, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Mrs. Bradley felt her own body responding, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her shirt. Alex broke the kiss, panting slightly. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Bradley," he whispered, his voice strained. "I think I'm going to cum again." His apology was sincere, but the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable. Mrs. Bradley's pulse quickened. "It's alright, Alex," she said, her own voice unsteady. "Let it happen." She watched as he closed his eyes, his body tensing as he rode the wave of pleasure. A moment later, he was coming again, his cock spurting hot cum onto her jeans. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Mrs. Bradley couldn't help but laugh a little, the sound a bit shaky. She loved the effect she had on him, the way he lost control so easily in her presence. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, a heady mix of power and attraction. She looked over at Joe, who was watching with a mix of amazement and arousal. Alex's cock hung low between his legs, glistening with the remnants of his recent climax. The sight of it made her feel alive, like she had discovered a hidden treasure. She reached out and ayfully wiggled it. "Alex," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart, "could you go to the kitchen and grab me a towel?" With a nod, he turned and headed towards the kitchen. Mrs. Bradley couldn't help but admire the view as he walked away - the tight muscles of his ass flexing with each step. She had always appreciated a well-defined butt on a man, and Alex's was certainly a sight to behold. It was a stark reminder of the age gap between them, but it only served to add to the thrill of the moment. When Alex returned with the towel, she took it from him with a playful smack to his firm ass. She dabbed at the mess on her jeans, her eyes never leaving his. His cock had begun to harden again, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch it once more. It bobbed eagerly as she cleaned him up, the warmth of his skin sending shivers up her spine. Mrs. Bradley laughed, a sound that was both surprised and filled with a naughty delight. "You really do have the longest cock I've ever seen," she said, her voice filled with wonder. Alex blushed, his smile wide and proud. "Thank you, Mrs. Bradley," he murmured, his voice still shaky from his recent orgasm. Mrs. Bradley's eyes remained on Alex's cock, the phrase 'gorgeous' feeling like the understatement of the century. It was a work of art, a living testament to the beauty of the male form. The veins stood out against his smooth skin, the head a deep shade of purple that spoke of his youthful vitality. She couldn't help but admire it, the way it jerked slightly with every beat of his heart. "It's... it's beautiful," she finally managed to say, her voice a soft whisper. Alex looked down at it, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. He had always been proud of his size, but to hear such praise from a woman as elegant and mature as Mrs. Bradley was something else entirely. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music that still played in the background. He watched as she set the towel aside and reached out to touch him again. Her hand was soft and warm, sending shockwaves through his body as she gently traced the length of him. Without warning, Mrs. Bradley stood up from her chair. She stepped closer to Alex, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the hunger in them, the need for more, and it made him even harder. They began to move together, their bodies melding to the beat of the music. She was surprisingly graceful for her age, her movements fluid and sensual. Alex watched in amazement as she swayed her hips. It was like watching a cobra hypnotize its prey. His cock bobbed with every step she took, a silent testament to his excitement. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him closer. The heat from his body washed over her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. This was something new, something thrilling. Alex's cock was a constant presence, a reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted in the room. It was as if he had become the center of gravity, and she couldn't help but be drawn to it. She could feel Joe's eyes on them, his gaze hungry, and she knew that this was all part of the thrill for him. They danced together, their bodies moving in a silent conversation that grew more heated with every beat. Mrs. Bradley felt like a teenager again, her heart racing and her skin tingling with anticipation. Alex's hands were on her hips, guiding her, his touch firm and confident. As they swayed to the music, the tip of his cock brushed against her stomach, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped, her eyes flying to meet his. He smirked, his eyes dark with desire, and she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The fabric of her shirt grew damp with his pre-cum, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come. His cock grew harder, pushing against the fabric of her jeans, leaving a wet spot that grew larger with each movement. The friction was delicious, setting her nerves on fire. Mrs. Bradley leaned into Alex, her body moving in sync with his. The sensation of his cock rubbing against her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was a slow, teasing dance, a delicate ballet of desire that had her knees weakening. She could feel the heat of it through her clothes, a constant reminder of his arousal and the power she held over him. Her hand slid down to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh gently. Alex gasped, his eyes snapping to hers. She smirked, feeling the thrill of being the one in charge. He was hers to command, to use as she wished, and the thought was intoxicating. Mrs. Bradley leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. She could feel Joe's eyes on them, his breathing growing heavier as he watched. The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the music, the scent of baked cookies, and the heat of their bodies melding together. Alex's hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of her breasts. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he continued to dance with her. His cock was a constant presence, a silent demand that grew more insistent with every beat of the music. Joe watched from the sidelines, his own cock straining against his pants. He had never seen his wife so alive, so vibrant. The sight of her with Alex was more erotic than any porn he had ever watched, and it was all happening right in front of him. He felt a thrill of possessiveness, a primal need to claim her, to show her that she belonged to him. Mrs. Bradley's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Joe, her gaze filled with challenge. "You like watching, don't you?" she said, her voice low and sultry. Joe's nod was all the answer she needed. With a wicked smile, she turned back to Alex, her hand sliding down to wrap around his cock again. He moaned, his body jerking at her touch. She stroked him slowly, her eyes never leaving Joe's. She could feel the tension in the room rising with every pass of her hand over Alex's velvety skin. "I love how big and beautiful it is," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Alex's eyes widened, and he looked over at Joe, who was watching with a mix of surprise and arousal. "It's so much bigger than my husbands." Joe's jaw dropped, his eyes flickering between his wife and the young stud before him. "Is that so?" he thought to himself, his own cock straining against his pants. He had never heard Mrs. Bradley speak so openly about sex, let alone about another man's size. But the raw hunger in her voice was impossible to ignore. He took a step forward, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife's hand wrapped around Alex's thick cock. "Keep going," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. "Show me how much you enjoy it." Mrs. Bradley's smile grew wider as she stroked Alex more vigorously. She could feel Joe's eyes on her, his desire a palpable force in the room. The thrill of being watched, of pushing boundaries, was like a drug. She had never felt so alive. Alex's breaths grew shallower, his movements more erratic as she worked him. His hips bucked against her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "Mrs. Bradley," he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm going to cum again." Mrs. Bradley's pulse quickened. "Do it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Show me how much you like it." Alex's eyes rolled back in his head, and he threw his head back, letting out a low groan. His cock pulsed in her hand, and she felt the warmth of his cum spurt onto her skin. It was a heady sensation, one that made her feel more powerful than she had in years."