Erotic Older Women Novels & Stories

Krista said, getting on her hands and knees next to her, sighing when she felt her hips gripped in strong hands, followed by a cock sliding into her pussy. "At my age, there is no shame in pleasure anymore," the woman gasped as the man fucking her ass pounded her hard. Krista saw Susan get on her hands and knees on the other side of the woman, one of the men quickly getting behind her. Zach opted to take a seat behind the three women with the other men sitting around watching. "Those your women?" an older local woman asked, squatting down in front of him, her long skirts swirling on the sand, her face seamed and weathered, the color of old oak.

~huff ~huff "Miss Ellen! It's been 3 hours and my body is hurting like hell… I also have an important clientele for tonight's service. " The older woman sighed and replied. "Alright! Go sit in the observer's area! I'll demonstrate to you the flow again… just take mental notes for now! " The elderly woman clicked her mic and shot an order, "Alice and Arya. You two, come forward… " Two ladies in their late 30s sprang to their feet and hurried into the ring. Both females had exceptionally toned bodies and extremely lustful assets. Even the tiniest and the most subtle of their curves sprung lustfully out of their leather vests. If a man was in the vicinity he wouldn't be able to stop himself fr

It was glistening with her saliva and she was ready to get fucked, and fucked hard by her young stud. “See, older women know how to do everything better. It’s time to get that wonderful cock in my pussy, baby.” He slid up her body, enveloping her breasts with his tongue again as if he couldn’t get enough of them. She felt his hardness pressing against her thigh and opened her legs wider, eagerly anticipating his entrance into her tunnel. “Let me do it.” Grabbing his cock, she placed the head against her slit and he pushed forward with a gasp. She matched his gasp as his cock split her lips. “Fuuuck...oh...goddamn...” The head pushed inside and then she felt a

“I’m very good. But I’m here to please you, however you want.” Evelyn’s eyes sparkled. She set her glass down and leaned closer, letting the robe fall open further, revealing the deep cleavage of her enhanced breasts. “I’ve had lovers half my age before,” she murmured. “They’re eager, but they lack patience. They fuck like boys. I want a man tonight. Someone who can keep up with me.” She reached out, tracing a manicured nail down his chest. “Tell me, have you ever been with a woman old enough to be your grandmother?”

“You mean... like a therapist? Or—” “I mean someone experienced. Someone who could help you understand your body, your confidence, your desire. Someone who’d let you learn without judgment.” I blinked at her, unsure if I was hearing correctly. “Like an older woman?” She smiled slowly. “Exactly.” “I don’t know any older women.” “You know one now.” I swallowed hard. “You?” Erika stood up and walked around the desk. Her skirt hugged her hips just right. She perched herself on the edge of her desk, legs crossed.

The more he thought about it the more he knew she was toying with him and was enjoying it. “What’s the matter, baby?” An older blonde woman purred, sitting up in the bed next to him. The sheet slid down her naked body exposing her breasts and stomach. She was an older woman about forty-eight, still younger than his sixty. Her breasts were no longer perky and sure her face wasn’t as youthful as it was in the past but he was finding that he was fine with that. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and what he wanted. He didn’t have to worry about training her to do things a certain way. In fact, he loved a good roll in the sheets with her. She might not be young any more but she made up fo

All I could do was reach around and feel her tits. Val started to suck my cock. So now Val was blowing me, I was feeling Linda's big tits, kneading Gail's firm butt, and fondling Kathy's tits, while Gail and Kathy humped my leg. Between kisses, I looked at Gail's and Kathy's and Linda's faces. Their hair was messed up. I could see some gray at the roots. Their make-up was smeared. I could see some creases in their skin. I had this brief realization that these weren't girls my age I was kissing and "loving." They had some stretch marks, a little sag here and there, and even a little scar or two. They were middle-aged women who'd lived over twice as long as I had, were adult women before I was

But no, it felt like working here as not just a stripper but their sex slave was the only thing keeping them alive. “And the older women?” I inquired once more, trying to understand how she had sidestepped this question the first time. Princess took a moment to clear her throat, inhaling deeply. She responded honestly, saying, “From what I’ve heard, older women have to work for a certain age before they stop performing out there. If a woman is in her late 40s or in her 50s, she would be taken to certain places. No one knows what becomes of them.”