Crazy MILF Town

By CJ Blake

Mark Garber had no idea what he was getting into when he stopped in the town of Birchfield. It looked like any other suburb. But that was not the case.
Birchfield was full of hot MILFs and they were all looking for a young man to meet their burning desires.
Mark is a young man, but can he please all those crazy MILFs? And what happens when they find out they can’t keep him for themselves.

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I came around a big curve and saw a low white building with red stripes around the top. Two tall, old-fashioned gas pumps sat out front, they were both red, the lot was crushed gravel and the tires crunched across it as I slowed down and pulled up to the pump.
I had my window down and I heard a bell just as I pulled up.
I grabbed some cash from my backpack, opened the door, and was about to step out when it suddenly slammed shut.
“Stay right there, mister! This station is full service.”
I looked up from my backpack into the beautiful blue eyes of a blonde MILF. Her loose, honey-colored curls framed the most perfectly mature face I’d ever seen. She showed off perfect, white teeth with a big smile.
“My name’s Irma”
“Irma? You don’t look like an Irma.”
“You can call me whatever you like, sweetie, but my name is Irma. What can I do for you today? Check under the hood? Clean the windshield? Just a fill-up?”
“How about all three,” I said. “I just bought this Jeep up the street.”
“Looks like a nice ride,” Irma said. “I love Jeeps, putting the top down, letting my hair flow in the wind and getting a tan.”
I took a long look at Irma’s smooth, tan skin. She wore a white t-shirt that showed off plenty of it. She’d chopped the sleeves off and cut a deep V in the neck to show off her full titties. She wore a tight pair of red shorts, and a pair of red sneakers. The shirt had JULIANNE’S stretched across the front by her big tits.
“I guess Julianne is the owner of this place?” I said.
“That’s right,” Irma unhooked the hood latches. “Her dad left her this place in his will, she really fixed it up, hired me, and here we are.”
“Cool,” I said.
I wondered if she was as good looking as Irma.
Irma had the hood up and she was looking around, checking the oil, coolant levels, brake fluid, washer fluid, and the condition of the belts. I was still in the driver’s seat and as she leaned over the fender I had an excellent view of her long tan legs and her big booty that was absolutely bulging out of those little red shorts.
I leaned out the window just to get a better look. I really wanted to take a picture, it was one of the hottest MILF butts I’d ever seen.
Irma slammed the hood and it startled me.
“I’ll fill you up, now,” she said as she smiled and strutted around to the back of the Jeep.
I was the one that wanted to fill her up. I could just pull it out, and when she came to collect the money she could get a look at it. That might work. Then again, it might not, she could freak out, scream, then call the cops. I didn’t want that.
I looked into the side mirror. Irma was holding the nozzle, pumping gas into the Jeep with that booty stuck out. I had another great view of it as she pumped the gas. I watched until the nozzle cut off and she put it back on the side of the pump.
“All filled up,” Irma said, back at my window.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Wait a minute,” Irma said. “Silly me, I forgot to clean the windshield. Hold on.”
“Okay,” I said.
Irma rushed around the gas pump, then reappeared with a bucket of sudsy water with a yellow sponge floating in it. She had a small step ladder in her other hand. She set up the ladder and stepped on it, holding the big bucket.
Irma dunked the sponge into the water and started scrubbing the windshield right in front of me. The harder she scrubbed, the more those big tits wobbled, and the more those big tits wobbled, the harder I grew.
“Good grief this is hot,” I muttered.
“Huh?” Irma said,

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463617236

CJ Blake

Hi, I'm CJ Blake, your average mild-mannered erotica writer.

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Chapter 1

It was a bright, sunny day when I rolled into the town of Birchfield. I was three hundred miles south of Nashville, where I had just worked a job.

I had not had a regular job since I was in high school, almost five years ago. The last six months I’d worked with an independent shipper who drove a big Dodge dually with an even bigger flatbed trailer. We hauled everything from arcade games to hot tubs. I was the muscle, even though I wasn’t a huge guy, helping move and strap down the stuff.

Now it was time to move on, and Roddy, the man I’d been working for said he would give me a ride anywhere I wanted, as long as it was south. Roddy was headed down to Florida, to pick up a ton of vintage car wheels.

I sat in the passenger seat of the smelly old truck watching the miles pass by.

You sure you don’t want to go, Mark? One more job. Paid in cash, Roddy said.

Nah, I’m done with shipping for a while, but it’s been good, Roddy. I stuck out my hand.

Roddy took it and gave it a hearty shake. Hope all your wildest dreams come true.

I chuckled. You and me both.

Roddy, the big bear of a man nodded and smiled.

I got out of the truck, closed the door and waved.

Roddy pulled away from the curb and honked twice. I watched him go and kinda hoped I’d see the old guy again sometime down the road.

I was in a big suburb called Birchfield now, and I wanted two things, a hot meal, and if I could find one, a good woman.

I followed the sidewalk that ran beside the highway. It was a busy highway, so I knew I’d come to some type of restaurant eventually. A good walk would be nice after being cooped up in a truck all morning. All I had with me was my backpack, and that was all I needed. In it I had a small bag of toiletries, a couple of changes of clothes, and a small laptop. What more did I need?

After walking about a mile with cars zooming down the highway on my left and nothing but pine trees on my right I came to a shopping center cut right out of that pine forest. It was called Birchfield Commons and had several storefronts including a hipster coffee shop, a phone repair place, one place that looked freshly vacant, and on the end, a place called Greg’s that claimed to be a sports bar and grille. It looked good enough, so I went inside.

Chapter 2

Hi, said a cheerful voice from behind the bar.

That voice belonged to a woman in her early twenties who came out from behind the bar. She wore a black v-neck shirt and jeans. She filled out both nicely.

Welcome to Greg’s, she said. Sit wherever you like.

I was late for lunch and early for dinner so there was no crowd. I took a booth by the window so I could see the front door and see outside.

My name’s Cassie, can I get you something to drink?

An ice cold beer would be great right now.

Do I need to check your I.D.? Cassie grinned.

I opened my wallet and showed her.

Twenty-two, she said. Same as me. What’s your brand?

Give me something local.

Coming right up.

Cassie walked back to the bar and I watched her go. She came back a minute later with a tall, frosty mug. She set it down in front of me.

Thanks, Cassie.

My pleasure. You want a menu?

What do you recommend?

I had the turkey club for lunch.

I’ll try it, I said. You got fries?

Yes, Cassie said. Turkey club and fries, coming right up.

I watched Cassie walk away again. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass, it was so nice and round.

I was about to get my meal. Was Cassie the woman I was looking for?

I thought so.

A few minutes later she came back with a plate full of food. As she set it down in front of me my mouth watered.

Anything else?

I think I’m good for a minute.

I picked up the big half of sandwich and took a bite. It was delicious, juicy turkey, crisp bacon, ripe tomato, fresh lettuce, and toasted bread. I had to slow myself down to keep from eating it all in one big bite. I tried a fry next, dragging it through some ketchup before eating it. It was fried to perfection, golden brown, with just enough crunch. It was a damn good meal.

I was fully stuffed and finishing the last of my beer when Cassie slid into the seat across from me.

I guess you liked your sandwich.

I glanced down at the empty plate. Sure did.

You go to college here?

No. I just rolled in. Do you know any decent hotels without bedbugs?

Maybe, Cassie said. Maybe I know a better place.

Like where?

My place, Cassie said with a smile.

That was a bit more forward than I was used to. As cute as Cassie was I didn’t want to wake up missing a kidney. I had to get to know her a little better.

You lived here your whole life? I asked.

No, I grew up an hour away from here. I’m going to college across town.

Nice, I said. And funding it all with a serving job.

Cassie laughed. Yeah. So what actually brought you here?

Nothing really, just decided I’d get off here. I think I found the best sandwich in town.

Maybe, Cassie said. But there are some other places in town I could show you that are even better.

Does that mean you’re volunteering to be my tour guide and let me stay at your place?

Sure, Cassie said. I can be your tour guide. I can also be lots of things.

Before I could ask her what she meant she ducked under the table. Her fingers were at my belt and she had my pants undone in seconds. Her fingers slid inside the waistband of my boxer shorts and she pulled my cock out.

I couldn’t believe it.

She took me in her warm mouth and started sucking.

I grew hard inside her wet mouth before I fully realized what was happening. What was up with this girl, she must be cock crazy. I wasn’t complaining, she knew how to use her mouth.

I looked around, glad the place was empty.

What if a customer comes in? I asked.

Cassie’s lips popped off my cock. She stroked it slowly with her right hand. She looked annoyed that I interrupted her. I don’t think we have to worry about that, as long as you finish before about four-thirty.

I looked at the clock on my phone, it was only three-fifteen. I can handle that, Cassie.

Good. She opened wide and took me in her mouth again.

I put my hands on her bobbing head and ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair.

Cassie would suck me hard, then let my cock slide out of her mouth, then stroke me and run her tongue up and down my shaft. After that, she took my balls in her mouth and sucked them, the entire time she kept eye contact with me and I stared into her lovely brown eyes.

Cassie, I said. I’m about to cum.

Mmmmm, she moaned, vibrating my cock. Shoot a big load for me. I’ll swallow every drop.

Cassie went back to sucking. Bobbing up and down. Slurping and sputtering.

Gluhg! Gluhg! Gluhg!

She went faster and faster. So fast I couldn’t last any longer. I looked down at the hot waitress sucking me. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never gotten my dick sucked in public like this. Cassie’s excellent sucking skills combined with the fear of getting caught had me close to the edge.

Cassie looked up at me, lips stretched around my cock, and winked.

My balls clenched. My cock throbbed. I grabbed the seat cushion and groaned. My hips raised up and I fired a big stream of hot cum right down Cassie’s throat.

MMMMMMM! she moaned.

I shot another stream, and another. My cock was pumping like a fire hose, it had been a long time since I’d had a woman and Cassie was getting it all.

She swallowed and moaned again. Drops of jizz slipped out of the corners of her mouth.

Cassie massaged my balls as the rest of my cum flowed out. She sucked hard to get every last drop out of me.

My cock slid out of her mouth all sticky and wet. She gave it a kiss, then came out from under the table wiping her chin and licking her fingers.

That was nice, Cassie said.

I think I’m the one that’s supposed to say that, I said. But instead of nice I might say incredible or amazing.

Cassie’s cheeks were red. Thank you. I love sucking cock, especially a big one like yours and if you liked that I bet you’d love my pussy, Cassie lowered her voice. Or my ass.

I like the sound of that, when do you get off?

From work, you mean?

Yeah, I said, smiling.

About four hours from now.

I could wander around for four hours, then meet you back here.

No, Cassie said. I’m not risking losing out on some more of that big cock to another woman. She reached into her pocket. Here’s the key to my apartment, it’s on Maple Street, about four blocks that way. She pointed. You can hang out and relax there, I live alone, just chill out and wait for me.

I shrugged. I dunno. Just sit around in your apartment for the rest of the day, seems weird.

Cassie grabbed my hand and shoved it down the front of her jeans. You feel how hot and wet it is down there, that’s all for you.

The heat coming off her was incredible. I rubbed the moist fabric of her panties. I wanted that pussy. My cock started to twitch and grow.

Then Cassie pulled my hand out. Later, she said. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a key on a purple teddy bear key chain.

She told me the exact address and apartment number. As we said our goodbyes two middle-aged men walked in. I sure was glad they didn’t interrupt us earlier.

Chapter 3

I strolled along, following the directions on my phone to Cassie’s apartment building. It was a nice, big brick building with balconies on every unit. White wood trim around those balconies and around the windows made the place really stand out. I read the numbers on the doors until I found 204, Cassie’s place.

I walked up to the door and quickly unlocked it. I felt funny going into a place I’d never been, even if I did have the key and an invitation. I stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it behind