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Me And The Canadian Milf, Part 2 (true Story)

Needless to say, after just having a wild fuck with a gorgeous
MILF from Ontario, I was a bit preoccupied at work. I replayed
what has transpired over and over in my head, glad that my
loose fitting pants were able to hide my hard on. The memory
of her feel, her voice and her scent remained vivid in my
mind. Luckily my job at the time didn't require much
thought, so I was able to daydream my way through the shift.
At the very least, it helped to pass the time. Sooner than
I expected, my work was done and I was out the door in a flash.
I couldn't wait to get my hands on D.J. again. I hurried
up to my room to get cleaned and emerged from my building
to find her waiting for me, leaning up against her car. While
still wearing the same outfit from before, she had taken
some time to clean up, since there were no traces of the cum
I had sprayed on her chest and in her hair only a few hours
earlier. She smiled when I came out, looking beautiful.



As I approached, D.J. tossed me the keys and told me to drive.
She figured it would be better that way, since I knew my way
around. Little did I know that she had an ulterior motive.
After taking the passenger door for her like the gentleman
I am, I settled in behind the wheel of D.J.'s coupe drove
off. When I asked her if she had decided what she wanted to
do, she said first she wanted go to a liquor store. Apparently
liquor is heavily taxed in Canada and she wanted to get some
bottles cheap to stash in her bags while she was south of
the border. It was still early in the evening, so I headed
toward the biggest liquor store I knew. As we drove down
the main strip of the city, D.J. and I talked like long lovers.
You would never have known that we had only really met that
day. She rested her hand on my leg as I stroked hers, marveling
at the smoothness of her skin. As I slid my hand up and down
D.J.'s thigh, I was a bit surprised to find she had left
her panties elsewhere. Surprised, yet still pleased.
I wanted to tease her a little, but there was no room for me
to get a proper angle while trying to maneuver through traffic.
I'm not sure if she was following my lead, or if it was
her intention all along, but D.J. decided that she would
do the job for me. Slouching down a little in her seat, she
hiked up her skirt to expose her swollen, glistening pussy.
I had never been more acutely aware of the traffic around
me than I was at this moment. Not that I minded anyone seeing
this hot woman diddling herself next to me, but the last
thing I needed was for a city cop to pull up along side. D.J.,
though, was oblivious. She finger fucked herself as if
she were in the privacy of her own bedroom, dipping a finger
or two inside and using the juices to wet her clit as she rubbed
it. Clearly the situation stimulated her as much as it did
me. Her pussy dripped while my cock strained against my
pants. It wasn't long before short, choppy breaths
announced her impending orgasm. When she came, she scrunched
up her face with the effort of trying not to thrash her head
and scream, which would give her away. All I could do is grin
as she sat there, smiling back, trying to catch her breath.



D.J.'s orgasm has come none to soon as shortly after
she rearranged her skirt, we pulled into the parking lot
of the store. Before I could say or do anything more than
turn off the car, she leaned over and planted her lips firmly
on mine, all the while fumbling with my belt and pants. We
continued to kiss passionately as she reached into pants
and extracted my hard cock. I moaned as she bent down and
took is in her mouth, her blond head bobbing slowly with
each stroke. At this point, I was content to just sit back
and let D.J.'s talented mouth coax a nice load of out
me, but she had other plans. After only a couple of minutes,
she popped my cock out of her mouth, stuffed it back in my
pants and zipped me up. She was being a tease, but I loved
every second of it. She hopped out of the car, leaving me
to gather myself, and make sure it wasn't too obvious
that I was sporting a massive erection.


After picking up some Wild Turkey and, of all things, Root
Beer Schnapps, D.J. and I headed back to the hotel. As much
as I wanted to get my hands on her naked body again, I had promised
D.J. a night out, so I behaved myself as she got ready to go.
My jaw dropped when she was done. Tight black pants accentuated
her firm legs and ass perfectly. Her matching black boots
gave her another three inches in height. A black v-neck
sweater clung to her breasts, revealing cleavage that
I couldn't help but to flash back to seeing my cock sliding
in and out of. She looked amazing. I would be proud to have
this hot thirty-something on my arm tonight. Having finally
met D.J. in person, one of the things that attracted me to
her (aside from her fabulous tits) was that she was so down
to earth. She had decided that she simply wanted to go to
a nice bar and share conversation over a few beers. Over
the next couple of hours we talked about my schoolwork,
her career, any and everything that came to mind. Despite,
or maybe because of, the fact that we knew we were going to
be fucking each other senseless later on, our conversation
steered clear of the erotic. It was the type of talk you'd
expect on any first date. It was the looks and small touches
that gave away the lust we had for each other.


After we couldn't stand the waiting anymore, D.J and
I left the bar and made haste back to the hotel. Once inside,
I threw her down on the bed, letting her know what type of
fucking she was in for. She gave me a seductive look as I climbed
on top of her, and began to kiss her passionately. She shared
my enthusiasm as we were both soon panting for air. Taking
advantage of my breathless state, D.J. pushed me off of
her and sprang from the bed. When I opened my mouth to protest,
she cut me off, ordering me to undress. I judged from the
look in her eye that it would be good for me to comply. I hastily
disrobed while D.J. messed around with the clock radio.
Soon she found a suitable tune, something catchy with a
hip-hop beat. Taking me by the hand, she sat me down on the
edge of the bed, took a couple steps away and turned her back.
She started to sway that tantalizing ass to the music, hypnotizing
me with the perfect mounds. She then proceeded to give me
an enthusiastic strip tease. What D.J. may have lacked
in professional skill, she made up for with desire. She
rubbed and ground every part of her body against nearly
every part of mind. She faced away from me when she took off
her pants, being over deep to show off the lacy black thong
splitting her ass cheeks. After stepping out of the pants,
D.J. straddled me, rubbing her panty clad pussy up and down
on my cock while burying my face in her tits. It was such an
amazing, sexy feeling. After several minutes of dancing
and wriggling, D.J. was finally swaying naked in front
of me. I went to reach for her, but she pushed me back on the
bed. By now, I knew what was coming so I just laid back and
closed my eyes as I felt her warm, wet mouth engulf my cock.
After a few minutes of D.J.'s superb cock sucking,
I felt her mouth slide off of my dick. When I opened my eyes,
I saw her climbing on the bed, getting ready to straddle
my head. She settled in a position with her dripping pussy
directly over my mouth. I eagerly went to work.


Craning my neck to reach, I attacked D.J.'s sopping
hole with more fervor than I had before. I wanted tonight
to be on that she would never forget. As I licked and sucked
on her sweet pussy, D.J. leaned back down and once again
took my stiff cock in her mouth. She attacked it with energy
to match my own, so I took a firm grasp on her ass cheeks and
doubled my efforts. I was determined to win this contest
of oral skill. D.J. humped and wiggled her ass, as if to try
to get her clit away from the tongue lashing I was giving
it. But I held firm, keeping contact with her button to pleasure
her as best I could. She kept up well for awhile, her mouth
making long, powerful strokes up and down my cock. But soon
she was more often just pumping it with her fist while moaning
in response the the attention I was giving her. She buried
her face in my crotch when she came, gripping my cock tightly
and ticking my balls with her spasming breath. Then, she
abruptly swung off of me, releasing my cock. Maybe she couldn't
take it anymore, maybe she wanted my stiff dick elsewhere.
I think it was the latter.


I have to admit, I love to be ridden. I love to watch a woman
fuck herself on my big cock while her tits bounce around
right in front of my face. That's exactly what D.J.
did. Swinging herself around, she positioned her pussy
right above my cock. Taking it in her hand to guide it in,
she showed no hesitation in sitting down on it. She plopped
herself down with a moan, taking the whole thing in. We both
remained still for a few moments, savoring the feel of all
ten inches of my cock being buried deep inside her all at
once. Then, slowly, D.J. began to rock. Sitting up with her hand
on my chest, she ground her crotch into mine. The feeling
of her pussy sliding around my cock was amazing. After readjusting
to the size, D.J. began to fuck herself faster, using my
cock as a tool for her pleasure. I was more than content to
be used while I watched her tits jiggle and bounce as she
rode me. After a while, D.J. leaned forward to put her hands
on the headboard, leaving those magnificent melons withing
tongue's reach. I didn't hesitate to put my hands,
and mouth, all over them. I lost myself in the feeling of
her silky pussy sliding up and down my cock and her stiff
nipples in my mouth. I could hardly believe it was happening.
I was getting the fuck of my young lifetime from a gorgeous
strawberry blond nearly ten years my senior. I could have
died a happy man. Soon, D.J. picked up her pace and the sounds
of her breathing announced she was about to cum. As the tell-tale
quivers of orgasm began, I clutched D.J.'s ass and
thrust my cock up into hard hard and fast. That sent her over
the edge. She bucked and screamed like I had yet to see from
her as the orgasm coursed through her body. I abandoned
all attempts to keep a mouth on her tits as I watched the beauty
of a woman cumming. When it was over, she collapsed on my
chest, breathing hard.


I smoothed D.J's red-gold locks as she buried her face
in my neck, panting for breath. Looking around the room,
I saw something interesting. "You know what I really
wanna do?" I asked. "What?" she replied,
sitting up and flipping her hair out of her face. "I
want to bend you over that table and fuck you from behind, "
I said with a smile. Her gaze followed mine to the small table
standing in the corner. "Well, why don't you?"
she said, returning my smile. "Because you're
still on top of me, " was all I said.


That was all the motivation D.J. needed to hop off of me and
head over to the corner. It was the perfect height, as the
table top was just level with her waist. We cleared off the
odds and ends and D.J. bent over seductively and wiggled
her ass. I almost covered it in cum at that moment. Instead,
it was able to compose myself as I took my cock in hand, and
guided it to the entrance of her dripping hole. Having already
been well fucked and cum several times, D.J.'s pussy
accepted my cock with ease, big and hard as it was. I didn't
bother to tease her with it, as she didn't seem to be
in that type of mood. Instead, I pushed myself in deep until
my abs touched her ass, and began long, steady strokes in
and out of that steaming cunt. Back and forth I went, making
sure D.J. felt every inch of throbbing cock I had to offer
her. I pulled out until I felt her pussy lips clinging to
the head of my cock, then I would push back in until I felt
her wetness dripping on my balls. Most of the time I would
thrust nice and steady, but occasionally I pushed it in
hard and fast, slamming my cock into her. The moans that
escaped her lips on those occasions only encouraged me
to do it more. So did the moans when I slapped her ass. It wasn't
long before there was a decent sized red spot on each ass
cheek where I had spanked her at her urging. With all of the
excitement, I couldn't help but to pick up my pace and
soon I was fucking D.J. as hard and as fast as I could. Her
torso lay flat on the table top as she clutched the far side.
I took hold of her waist and watched her perfect ass jiggle
as I fucked her like a man possessed. It was a miracle we didn't
knock the table clean over. It was soon apparent that she
was going to cum again. I picked up the pace even more. "Jesus, "
D.J. managed to gasp between moans, "When I say I want
to be fucked, this is what I mean." Acknowledgement
that I had satisfied her only made me want to please D.J.
even more, I didn't have to worry about that, though.
Not a minute after those words escaped her lips, a massive
orgasm took hold of her. Every part of her body was shaking.
Her legs buckled with my cock buried deep inside her, so
I had to catch her before we both crashed to the floor. "Come
on, " I said, "Let's lay down before you
fall down."


Taking her by the hand, I led D.J., knock-kneed and wobbly,
back to the bed. I laid her down gently, and kissed her soft
lips as I prepared to enter her yet again. She had the same
spaced-out look that I remembered from earlier in the afternoon,
and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. This
time, I entered her slowly, and was able to keep the pace.
Though obviously enjoying herself, D.J. was spent. Unable
to fuck me with the vigor she had before, she instead settled
for telling me how good my cock felt inside her and how she
had never been fucked like that in her life. Even at this
slow pace, after having watched her in the throes of orgasm
and with her whispering in my ear, it was only a few minutes
before I felt the cum rising up from my balls. D.J. must have
felt my cock throbbing, because he encouraged me to let
it out. With a masculine groan, I released all the pressure
that had built up over the last ninety minutes. I pumped
spurt after spurt of cum into D.J.'s waiting pussy
as I pushed my cock as deep as it could possibly go. After
what seemed like a dozen spurts, I collapsed on top of her.



After I finally caught my own breath, I rolled over and laid
along side D.J. She immediately rolled herself, laying
her head on my shoulder. We stayed in that embrace for some
time, just talking, until we drifted off to sleep. When
morning came, D.J. said she wanted to get an early start
in order to make her destination on time. No time for another
fuck, be we showered and dressed together. When we pulled
up in front of my dorm, we said our goodbyes and shared another
kiss. I watched her drive off before heading up to my room
for some much needed rest. I certainly had a story to tell
my golf buddies when they asked where I had been all weekend.

End of Story