*This story is a Chris Jackson original. It is not to be copied, shared, or posted anywhere without my permission. All characters are 18 or older, and are fictional. This content is for mature audiences only.*
XoX
I had just moved into a new house in L.A because I had been promised one hell of a job at a law firm. Fresh out of law school for just a month. I couldn’t believe my luck in such a quick hire. And too quick it was. The law company got its nuts trapped in a serious vice of lawsuits on account of poor practice. The firm shut down before I could get in the door.
So here I stand with a U-Haul in front of a house I can no longer afford and no one to help me move. I’ve been moving boxes for about an hour when my new neighbor steps outside onto her front porch, holding her new-born baby. I double-take so hard I have to steady myself, so I don’t drop the box I’m holding.
“Howdy,” Yvonne Taylor says in her gorgeous Australian accent. “Need a hand?” She asks as she puts her son in a canopied bassinet next to the porch swing.
“Oh no, I’m fine. You don’t have to do anything,” I tell her. “You just relax.” She hasn’t that removed from having given birth. I follow her on social media, and the baby is clearly infantile.
“Please let me help?” Her voice sounds just short of pleading. “My husband hasn’t let me do shit since we had our son. I can barely exercise without him popping a blood vessel.”
“Where’s the big man at right now?” I ask casually. There’s a lot of reasons why I want to know that.
“Out of town on business for a while. I’d be glad to lend a hand just to get out of the house a bit. Peanut here will be fine.” Without further ado, the blonde goddess of a woman, in her see-through white lace tank top, comes over and helps this humble peasant move into his modest house next to hers.
“You know, I have an extra spot open for dinner if you want. After you bring the truck back, of course.”
“Uh, sure. If you don’t mind the intrusion,” I say. I don’t want her to feel like she has to play the neighborhood host role. Especially after helping me unload my U-HAUL. I still can’t believe she did that.
“Oh, not at all. Please come by! I’ve been a bit lonely since my husband’s been away for work. It’ll be nice to chat with a new voice and a new face,” she says with a smile.
“Then yeah, I’ll definitely come back as soon as I can. I’ll freshen up a bit and come back.”
“Probably not so bad an idea for me to freshen up, too. It was a lot of work, moving you in,” she says, rolling her fit shoulders.
“It wasn’t too much, was it?” I ask, feeling guilty. It was her idea to help, but if she overdid it, how could I live that down?
“Oh no,” she laughs. “It was exactly what this momma needed.”
“Well, it’s all right. I’ll drop off this dinosaur,” I say, pointing to the behemoth truck behind me. “Be right back.”
Yvonne laughs. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” Even her simplest laugh or giggle can melt a man’s spine. And I hope I will get to hear it all night.
XoX
I hop out of the Uber with my little bag and head into my house. I scramble to find the boxes that have my clothes and toiletries. After finding what I need, I take a quick scrub down shower. Then, I put on a semi-casual button-down shirt and a pair of tan slacks. I don’t look like I’m going to a meeting, but I don’t look like a beach bum, either.
I head next door and knock gently after composing myself for dinner with Yvonne Taylor. When she opens the door, my heart briefly stops.
Yvonne stands in the doorway in a sheer, white sleeveless sundress with green floral print. Her luscious blonde tendrils flow down to her shoulder blade and covers her left breast. The dress shows the fullness of her bust but doesn’t show a scandalous amount of cleavage.
“I’m glad you made it,” she says softly. Her angelic face, however, has a million-watt smile that speaks louder than her words. I can’t breathe. I have a feeling that this will keep happening.
“What’s this?” Yvonne asks playfully. She takes the bag I picked up on the way back here out of my hands. She leads me to the kitchen as she unwraps the bottle. “Sparkling grape juice?” She asks with a laugh.
“Well, yeah. I’m not sure if you’re breastfeeding Peanut, and I wasn’t about to ask. But I wanted to bring something to dinner.”
“You’re sweet,” Yvonne tells me. She puts her hand on my cheek. The Aussie beauty can no doubt tell she’s a couple of years my senior. Nine, by my count. “Do you like Italian?” She asks, keeping her gorgeous blue eyes on me.
XoX
After a delicious dinner and dessert, Yvonne and I clear the table and do the dishes. We laugh and joke as we go.
Little Peanut occasionally fusses. She’s easy to make content again, though. I even take care of him once or twice.
When Yvonne asks me why I’m so good with her son, I explain that I have younger siblings. Babies are nothing new to me. I’m even a young uncle.
Once the kitchen work is done, Yvonne expresses that she’s happy we did it together. We go to a room I would describe as being between a library and a parlor. Bookshelves eat most of the walls, and what isn’t eaten by books are fancy looking paintings. Pictures and the biggest fireplace I have ever seen in person finish off the stately decor.
We ignore the armchairs in the room and sit close to each other on a luxurious, most comfortable sofa. Hands occasionally brush. Our legs are pressed together as we talk and joke for hours.
It gets well into the night. The only light in the room comes from the warm and cozy fireplace. None of this seems real to me.
“Uh-oh!” Yvonne exclaims with a giggle when Peanut begins to cry. “I think someone is hungry.” She sets down her flute of sparkling grape juice. It was supposed to be an endearing gift, but Yvonne insists that I don’t go home until the bottle is gone.
I turn my head politely and scan the bookshelf nearest to me as Yvonne situates young Peanut for feeding. She puts a small blanket over his head and her breast to hide the natural act. I’m not going to tell her how cool I think it is that she’s taking the natural way of nourishing her first child. It isn’t my place.
As little Peanut suckles away at her momma’s breast, I explain to Yvonne how I came to be stuck in a house I can’t afford because of a job that disappeared into thin air.
“You know,” she says thoughtfully, “You could become a companion.”
“A what?” I ask dumbly.
“A companion. You know, like an escort service, but you’re a guy and there’s no sexual insinuation. I’d love to have your services. I would straight up pay you just to spend time with me and help me out around the house when my husband is away. There’s good money in that kind of thing, really,” she explains. “You’re smart, funny, young and handsome. You’d undoubtedly get clients. We’ll start your career tonight.”
“Oh no, Yvonne. I could never….” She cuts me off with a finger on my lips.
“$5,000 for tonight. That’s what a high-end client would pay for a good escort. You’re in your new role; a companion.”
I have a new house and no alternate employment yet. I can’t turn down $5,000. And getting paid for tonight, even? Hell.
Peanut finishes his supper and seems out for the night. Yvonne takes him upstairs and lays him down to rest in his crib.
I watch her take a baby monitor with her. I have a feeling that we’re far from done with the evening.
Yvonne sits back down a moment later on the rug across from me. She rolls her head from shoulder to shoulder.
“You okay over there?” I ask with a pout but try not to sound too invested.
“Yeah,” she replies. “Just a little stiff, I guess. I didn’t stretch before helping you unload. Now my muscles are making me pay for it.” She flashes me with a dismissive smile.
“Well, come here,” I tell her. I pat the spot of the carpet in front of me. “I’ll work it out for you, seeing that you got knotted up helping me. It’s only fair.”
“Okay,” Yvonne gives in with a smile. Instead of getting up and walking just the foot or too, she moves from her cross-legged position to her hands and knees. She crawls to me, and my cock starts to swell this very moment.
Yvonne sits between my legs and pulls her hair over her shoulder. It cascades over her ample breasts. The star of multiple wet dreams hums happily as I begin learning the contour of her shoulders, neck, and upper back.
Once I find the knots and how to hit them, I happily go to work, digging my fingers into muscles gained through hard work and effort. She has the softest, smoothest, most unblemished skin I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. The flesh under my hands is that of a goddess.
“This feels great,” Yvonne says. Her head lulls from side to side as I work out her stress. “Oh my God,” she murmurs. She shocks me when she pulls down the straps of her sundress, letting them fall to mid-bicep. More of her back becomes exposed to me, but her ample breasts are still hiding thanks to the front of her dress and her long, golden hair.
I’m also not a man to miss a hint. “Do you want me to work your mid-back and sides?” I ask, rather than assume.
“Mhmm,” she answers and leans forward, forearms resting on her meaty thighs.
I chuckle to myself and work all the exposed skin before me, reveling at every inch of it. As previously said, this fuck-hot Aussie is a goddess with skin like golden fleece.
I knead as deep as my fingers can go without hurting her. I love every muscle fiber I have the pleasure of coming across. “How’s that?” I ask.
Yvonne responds by humming and pulling her pretty summer dress down to her waist.
My mouth goes bone-dry, and I develop a twitch down below. Apparently, this isn’t over yet.
“Are you okay?” Yvonne asks carefully. There’s a hint of knowing hiding in her tone. She knows she’s got me bricked.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just… you’re married and….” That’s a real holdback, too.
Yvonne holds her hand up and I stop.
“It’s okay. You’re nervous, but I’m telling you it’s okay. I want you to touch me.” Yvonne leans backwards into me and puts my hands on her toned belly. “But only if you want to.”
I rub her belly in gentle, soothing circles. “It’s just… my husband hasn’t touched me since I was five months’ pregnant,” she continues. “He’s been super caring and loving when he’s here, but I need something physical.”
The entire time Yvonne describes her needs and troubles, my hands slowly glide up her body until my thumbs brush the underside of her milky breasts. She gasps at the first swipe, and I know I will do anything she asks me to; for her, to her.
I finally fully cup her sensitive breasts and gently massage them. Her sounds and subtle squirming guide me to her preferred speed and pressure.
“Oh, my God. Your hands are lovely.” Her words are a slow whisper. She sighs and lays her head back onto my shoulder.
I kiss her temple and watch as she drags her own dainty hand down her body to slip her slender fingers below her bunched up dress. I can tell by how she begins squirming under her own touch that she hasn’t touched herself in a long time, either.
“On a scale of one to ten, how wet are you?” I ask playfully.
“Absolutely sloshing,” she says breathlessly. My Aussie host picks up the pace, and I ever so slightly tweak her pebbling nipples. “Oh, my God. Please be gentle,” she begs. I have to remember that she’s still nursing.
I leave Yvonne’s heavenly tits long enough to scoot out from behind her. She lays down on her back and watches as I get on my knees and crouch over her. I lap at her pink nipple, giving it ample attention before switching to her other peak.
She reaches overhead and impresses me with the speed she’s able to undo my zipper and button upside down. The skilled blonde MILF fishes my cock out and strokes it reverently as I fully suckle her tits in turn.
The gorgeous older woman works me hard until I pause. Again, I have to remember she’s nursing. A drop of milk hits my tongue, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. How Yvonne feels about it.
“It’s okay. You can stop if you want to,” she says, sounding humiliated, insecure at the least.
“Do you want me to stop? Because that’s the only way I will.” She can tell I’m dead serious.
“Please don’t stop,” Yvonne pleads, the words coming out as a needy whine.
I go back to suckling, back to being fed by Yvonne’s milk while she strokes my cock and plays with my balls that are dangling just over her face.
I drink her dry of her lovely, creamy milk from both tits. As a thanks, I spend extra time kissing and licking her nipples. All the while she plays with my cock like she’s never seen one. Or at least one she likes playing with so much. To be fair, I’ve never had someone play with me so attentively before, like they could mold my pleasure with their hands.
As soon as I’m satisfied with Yvonne’s luscious breasts, I walk my lips down her belly that she’s been working so hard to tone after Peanut’s birth. I still don’t know her baby’s real name yet. I’ve only referred to the bundle of joy as Peanut.
She’s done a fantastic job of getting back into shape, I notice, as I get to her waist and push down her crumpled white and green dress. I’m looking right at her freshly shaved pussy as I rub her mound and trace around her perfect vulva.
“You’re so soft and smooth,” I marvel as my fingers brush her labia. I smile as she gasps and tries to stop her hips from pushing forward. “Let go. Don’t hold back,” I demand. The motion allows her slick lips to enfold my fingers. I give her what her body wants, plunging two fingers deep inside her hot mitt.
“Oh! Oh, yes!” Yvonne cries as I saw my fingers in and out of her. “You have me so fucking wet! Oh my God!” She cries out, seemingly not worried about waking her little baby Peanut. “God! This feels better than I remember,” Yvonne says in sheer ecstasy.
Driven on by the amount of juices coating my hand and Yvonne’s kind words, I keep going but lower my head to lap at her clit. She milks my fingers with her cunt like an animal, like it’s my dick. My body weight over her is the only thing keeping her from jumping right off the bed.
As I lick and nibble on her pea-sized bundle of nerves, I press one finger to her rosebud. I don’t get any objections. I insert my pinky into her tight back door as two of my fingers still work hard in her pussy.
Yvonne has enough of laying down and taking it, so she takes some power back. She brings up her hands and pushes down on my still jean-clad ass. The world’s sexiest MILF kisses the head of my dick and licks it from top to balls before she suckles the tip into her mouth. That alone was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head, let alone the wet sucking sounds her cunt makes every time I move my fingers.
She takes inch by inch of me until her cute little nose is in my neatly trimmed pubes.
Instead of telling her how good her deep throating feels, I pull my pinky out of her ass and her backdoor, with three fingers in her peach.
I rim her little shit hole, and finger fuck her good until she loses the wherewithal to keep sucking me off. Yvonne still has half of my cock in her mouth and that was enough for me as I bring the Australian actor to a violent orgasm.
I slip my fingers out of her box and tongue-clean her snatch. Her warm juices mix with a slight aftertaste of her hole that isn’t all that bad. It’s sweet, tangy, and a flavor all Yvonne that I won’t forget.
Picking myself up off Yvonne, I slowly slide my rock-hard and twitching cock out of her mouth. Her spit dangles off in little strands as she tries to come back down from her orgasm. I rub my tool, making sure her slobber has me well and properly lubed for the end.
“I’m not sure how much I can move, but please don’t stop. Need you to fuck me,” Yvonne pleads. Her chest rises and falls heavily with each breath, telling me she really is rusty in the love department. Or maybe I’m better than I give myself credit for? I prefer not to be arrogant.
“Where do you want it?” I ask, stroking myself in front of her.
“Do you want my bum? I understand if you can’t bring yourself to smash my twat since I….”
I cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss full of tongue that again, takes her breath away. Breaking the kiss, I lock onto her dreamily hooded, beautiful blue eyes. “All I need you to do is go face down, ass up.”
Yvonne makes a show of getting up just long enough to spread her long, toned and sun-kissed body like a cat. “Like this?” She asks, looking over her shoulder. Her disheveled hair and sultry eyes make her look devilishly sinful.
“Exactly like that,” I say happily as I walk on my knees behind her. I rub her drenched pussy with my hand, rubbing her juice up and down my cock and spit on her warmed-up asshole.
Without further ado, I slowly slide my length in straight to the hilt with a hand on her back, keeping her lovely chest pushed to the rug. “Even after your baby, you’re still so fucking tight.”
“Jesus Christ, do you ever fill me up! Oh, my God!” Yvonne cries as I slowly draw myself back out just to slide back in again. I don’t stop until my thighs hit her ass. “Oh, fuck! Do you feel good!” Yvonne is more awake than she had originally led on.
With her egging me on, I have no problem picking up the pace and slapping my thighs against her firm and smooth ass.
“Oh, my God! Oh my God, you’re so fucking deep! Uh! Fucking wreck my cunt! Fuck!” Yvonne screams out as I smash her as hard as I can, occasionally spanking her gift of an ass. “Yeah! Spank me! Play with my ass some more!”
I never knew this gorgeous, elegant Aussie was such a fucking nymph. Maybe it’s from her drought. Regardless of why she’s so randy, I spit on her starfish again and plunge two fingers in her back door. I time it with the thrusting of my hips. “How’s that? You like my cock spreading your slit and my fingers in your tight fucking asshole?”
“Fuck, do I love it! I’ve never been fucking skewered like this before. My husband fucks like a pussy.”
I laugh without stopping or slowing down. I can’t, not with my own orgasm quickly building. Feeling it so close, I pull out my fingers and my dick.
“Hey! What the fuUHH!” the golden-haired actor hollers as I slam my cock balls-deep into her gaping asshole that still feels tight to my hard, swelling cock.
After Yvonne’s first response to me spearing her ass, she’s removed of breath and words. She can only take deep breaths and dig her face and hands into the thick, fluffy rug as I grab her athletic hips and ram her hard.
Her tight sphincter and labored breathing, watching her struggle to hold on as I wreck her was too much. I explode, my hot, white cream filling her up. I pull out and stroke my cum-covered cock, a few tiny spurts jumping out to land on her bare ass cheeks. My pants were still on. My fucking jeans never came off before destroying the one and only Yvonne Taylor.
“H… ho… holy fuck,” Yvonne forces herself to murmur. “I can’t fucking move. I think you broke me,” she says, inflating my ego to nearly popping.
She ever so slowly drags her hand along her sweating, slick and shining body until she reaches her asshole. With three fingers, she scoops up the cum leaking out of her and brings it to her lips. She closes her eyes and sucks her fingers dry, damn near getting my pole back up.
Then Peanut cried, the monitor going off.
“I got it,” I tell her, kissing her plump ass before I get up.
“Best $5,000 I ever spent,” I hear Yvonne whisper.
Best $5,000 I ever made, I think to myself with a smile.