MILF Taxi : Desperate MILFs (Milf Erotica Breeding Erotica): Desperate MILFs, #14

By Tori Westwood

I make some money on the side doing late-night taxi fares and I've seen some crazy things, but one thing I've never seen is my lodger Anthony jump into the back of my ride and start masturbating.  I've been watching too long without saying anything, but I kind of want to see him finish.

I change the route and eventually stop out of town, but Anthony is startled when he realizes he isn't at home, and even more startled when he realizes who his driver is!  Read how I help him finish, getting the load that I've been craving for so long!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Jul 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201050665

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Anthony didn’t let up.  He continued to please me as the moans erupted from my lungs.  My nails massaged his scalp as I pushed my pussy forwards to smother him and eek out the last of my climax.

I fell back into chair breathless, and Anthony’s face emerged from between my legs.  He wiped at his mouth and licked his lips again, then he moved back to his seat and sat in it.  His cock was bolt upright.  He’d clearly enjoyed making me come.

I blew a jet of air up my face.  "I haven’t had that in a long time."

My pleasure.

I eyed his cock and smiled.  Give me that.

I dropped to my knees before him, ready to do whatever it took to make him come.  Whenever I’d been given an orgasm by a guy before—and it was rare!—I’d do practically anything to return the favor.

Anthony leaned back and watched as I approached.  It must have been surreal to see me closing in on his cock, but Anthony didn’t seem to mind too much.

I wrapped my long-nailed fingers around him and stared at the glowing head of his cock.  It was so charged with excitement that I wondered if I’d have to do much to see him come.

The immediate pleasure in Anthony’s expression was intoxicating.  His face opened up in a joyous smile and he looked down on me with glee.

You like that? I asked, and I started to move my hand.

I’ve never had anyone else do it, he confessed.

It was then that I realized Anthony was a virgin.  I’d guessed as much, but a woman can never really know without outright asking.

I’ll take good care of you, I told him with a smile, and I thought of all the other things I could do to him that’d make me his first.