Extending the MILF List Ch. 06

"He was so, so creative. He caught me in the parking lot one night and did me over the back of my car. After about six weeks, he asked me my name and two weeks later he asked me where I lived. He caught me at lunch and we did it in a stall in the women's bathroom. I gave him a key to my place the next time I saw him.

"He took the implied invitation and arrived at two or three in the morning. He took me in the middle of the night, right in my bed. I was asleep one moment and the next he was between my legs, eating away, licking and kissing me and I woke from a dream right into a complicated orgasm. He bent me double and fucked me till I screamed. I was so thrilled to be having sex like that in my own bed. We hadn't done it on a bed since the first time he took me.

"He came to me every night for a week, till I began to expect him. The last two nights I lay awake, so excited I could not sleep. He arrived and I met him just inside the door and sucked him off, he ate me and then fucked me two or three times. Then he was gone. For three weeks, I saw nothing of him.

"During that time, though, his wife, Carol Lynn, she came to see me. I didn't know how she found me or found out about us...later I found out he told her, confessed and asked her to forgive him and let him have me till he got over it. She was having none of it. She came to tell me he was done, our little fling as she called it, was over and I wouldn't be joining them for Thanksgiving or any other night.

"She, she told me he'd tried to get her to let me join them and have a threesome. She refused. If he'd have asked, I guaran-damn-tee you I would have done it. I was so intoxicated I'd have gone down on his wife while he fucked me. She, she was, is beautiful but they had it good till I appeared and she was furious, with him, with me, with the universe for disturbing her perfect urban lifestyle. I couldn't blame her. She told me it was over and to leave her husband alone.

"I was devastated. Couldn't eat, sleep, got fucked never, and dared not get myself off because the edge made coupling with him so delicious...I thought I could save all the sexual frustration up and let it out when he entered me next. Then Carol Lynn shows up and tells me that it is over. I was crushed because I believed it. He was never going to leave his wife and I, the predator, turned out to be the prey, the garbage left on the curb, kicked. I had just about resigned myself to the situation when I got an email from him telling me he couldn't live without me.

"Three weeks later, he filed for divorce and came to live at my house. Carol Lynn was furious."

I gestured at her food. "It's getting cold." I said. "Why are you telling me this?"

She regarded me with those serious eyes. "You need to know that we are a compulsion, Borland and I and no matter how good you fuck me, I will always go back to him."

I nodded, relieved. I was afraid he was a mob guy or something and then realized I had no reason not to think he wasn't. So I asked. "What does he do?"

"Oh, he's a forensic accountant."

Jesus. A hot accountant? Isn't that like a fast turtle? I ate and watched Suzanne as she ate. Despite her temperament, she ate with grace, delicately cutting her steak and making sure the fork was filled just so. She never dropped a bite.

"You come from money, don't you?" I asked.

She looked up at me, her eyes never changed but she nodded. "My mother had money. My father, he worked all of his life to live up to their standards, his in-laws, and never could. When it came time to hitch my wagon to their stars, I walked away. Well, they threw me out of the family." She smiled. "I fucked one of my young cousins, his first year in college, just to make sure they locked the door after me." She cocked her head. "Hmmm, that was when that all started, chasing younger men and fucking the starch out of them. I had not thought about that before."

I shook my head, wondering at the all-in-the-family quality of my life all of a sudden. Isn't anyone normal? I thought. Now, though, I know that all the normal people steered clear of me or I converted them from normal to, well, whatever I am.

Suzanne continued her story, chewing and talking in a way no one could duplicate with the same grace.

"We got married about six months after we met, three days after the divorce was final. Borland came to my house, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He was 53. I said yes and when he told me to get my stuff, I asked how he could get a divorce that fast. He said he started the process that night he fucked me the first time. He said he knew the moment he entered me the first time he had to have me. When Carol Lynn refused to share, he finalized the divorce.

"He lost his job. Her family ties, scandal, that sort of scene. He'd been working for someone that was friends with his father-in-law. That ended. He went out on his own, started consulting. It did not start well.

"I quit my job, I had been fucking up since he came into my life. On the surface, we looked combustible and I think everyone around us thought we would flame out and go our separate ways in six months.

"For a while, we lived together and fucked like rabbits. Then his consulting started to take off and he had to travel more and more. I quit my job and went with him. I nearly fucked him to death. He'd get back home, and by home I mean whatever hotel we were staying at, and I'd attack him at the door. We'd fuck for a few hours and then go get something to eat. We'd usually fuck the rest of the night. He'd get up the next morning, fucked out and sleep deprived and stagger to work. I'd put out the 'do not disturb' sign, turn up the TV to drown out the world and sleep all day.

"He'd get home and we'd do it again. After about a month of this, he was losing it. I mean, normal people would have come apart three days in, he made it three weeks before it started to crack him open. The seams appeared and soon it was over. I could see he was falling apart. He made no sense, he talked nonsense but he could and did still fuck me. He'd come in the door and I'd usher him to the shower, strip him and before he was fully cleaned, we'd be doing it. Often with me still wearing my day clothes.

"Well, I realized this wasn't working. Borland, he'd never have cried 'uncle' so I had to. I resolved to make him eat and get sleep but I couldn't do it. No matter how I resolved to refuse him, I couldn't and didn't. He collapsed at work from exhaustion. That was when I knew we had to do something differently.

"I told him I was going to go back to work. We'd been fucking non-stop for three and a half months. He begged, he plead and finally, when he could not get his cock to inflate, agreed. I went back and looked for work for three weeks. Nothing. My flame-out had been heroic and no one was willing to hire me again.

"I decided, since I hate looking for a job, to start my own business. I couldn't get funding. I was too proud to take money from Borland right off. He, that lovely man came up with a solution though. I spent a few weeks banging the bricks for funding and found nothing, no hope. I was bummed when I got on the plane to go see him. I sat by a nice young man, like you, just like I liked and he was smitten. I could see it in his baby blue eyes.

"We talked and laughed, sitting at the back of the plane, the very last row. When he put his hand on my leg, I was torn, horny, and excited. The kid got his hand up between my legs and rubbed me just right and I came. I, felt terribly guilty but when he intimated I should go down on him, on the plane, I did.

"Now, I know this sounds wrong, like my connection to Borland was, how would you put it, tenuous, if I was blowing a guy on the airplane so easily. It was a long flight but that wasn't the reason.

"We talked a lot on the phone, teasing each other but no phone sex. Borland asked me everyday if I had fucked another man, or sometimes he asked if I'd branched out and done a woman. No, no and no, I always told him. His response was always the same. Well, he said, if you do, you have to tell me all about it.

"I had that in mind when I unzipped the boy's pants and sucked him off. I barely got a taste of him before he was gushing. I am a very clean cocksucker." She grinned. "I swallow."

I nodded. "I get it. Of course you do."

Suzanne continued. "I was mortified. I felt so terribly guilty and then confronted the need for confession, that I had to tell Borland what I had done. I was horrified. I went to sleep on the plane, were were headed to Athens. I woke up with the kid's hand between my legs. He woke me up to tell me I was making too much noise and suggested we go fuck in the toilet. I declined but had to suck him off again. I felt bad about starting up with him. I did. Honest.

"But excited, too. Borland had wrecked his life to be with me and now I was challenging our bond. The closer I got to Athens, the more anxious I got. He met me at the reception area and knew immediately something was wrong. He actually asked me if I joined the mile high club. I didn't know what to say so I lied, well sort of. We got back to the hotel, I was baked. I got a shower and went to bed. I woke up with him between my legs. I was sloshing wet and when he entered me, I came, going off like a rocket.

"He fucked me for hours and I thought I was going to come undone. Finally he ran out of starch and I got to sleep. I woke to a bright Greek day and he ordered room service. We were eating when he asked me if I was ready to confess."

Here Suzanne blushed.

"See, I talk in my sleep and I confessed to blowing the guy. He sidled around the subject but finally came out and told me. God, I was mortified. Then I was horrified and ashamed. Borland seemed to take it in stride. He smiled and said he could not leave my trespass unaddressed. He told me I was going to have to make it up to him. When I asked him what I could do to make it up to him, he smiled and said I had to go pick up a woman for him, for us.

"Now, till that moment, tab A in slot B had been plenty fine for us. For me at least. I had no idea how to respond. I just stared at him. He waited and when I didn't respond, he finally said, he could go pick up another woman, bring her back and I had to watch him have sex with her. My choice.

"My heart was hammering at the back of my throat. I felt like I had a cock the size of my leg rammed in me from behind and I could taste it. My chest was tight and I couldn't breathe. Borland just stared at me. He never blinked. Finally, when I quit hyperventilating, he said, choose. I asked if we couldn't talk about it and he got up and left the room. Two hours later he returned with a young woman with a Scottish accent. He introduced her to me and told her I was his wife and that I had sucked a guy off on the plane.

"The woman looked like she had already heard the story before, like he had primed her for it. He said he was going to go down on her like he promised. She sat in a chair and daintily lifted her skirt. He pulled down her panties and ate her to an incredible orgasm. When he was done, she stood up, thanked him and left.

"I was stupefied. I, I had never seen that, a woman orgasm with a man's face between her legs. He went and washed his face. While he was gone, a knock sounded on the door. Not the bell but a knock. I opened it and found the woman standing there. She, she whispered that she felt terrible about doing that but it was so erotic, the way Borland explained it to her, she couldn't resist. Now, now she wanted to watch him do me. It's only fair, she said.

"I was floored, floored but suspicious. I asked if this was Borland's idea and she insisted it wasn't. She came out of the WC and saw us talking. He never spoke, never moved. The woman moved past me and explained her idea. Borland shrugged and referred her back to me.

"By this time, I was on fire. He could have suggested fucking a pogo stick and I would have been open to the idea. I lay down on the bed and while the woman watched, he ate me to a deliriously delicious climax. I got up from between my legs...I couldn't move. I think my bones had turned to water. He kissed the woman and then he fucked her, bent her over the chair and did her from behind. She screamed like a stuck pig. God, I watched and listened. She came and came till he pumped her full of cum and then she stood up, wobbling like she was drunk. She looked at me and said her husband had fucked another woman, she was just balancing things out.

"She left us like that. Borland with his dick dripping cum on the floor and me laying on the bed looking at him. I was, I was so confused, so tangled up I could barely breathe much less think straight. Borland came over and sat down beside me. He kissed me and said, now it was my turn.

"Okay, I thought he was going to fuck me but he just sat there. His cock did get very hard but I did nothing but stare at it and watch their cum dry on it. It was that long. Finally, Borland told me that he had fucked another woman and he deserved to be punished. He said I should decide on a proper punishment.

"I sat up and called timeout. I asked what the fuck was going on. He suggested that I should think about what he had that I wanted the most at the moment and ask for that. Well, I had come to see him with the full expectation that I was going to have to bend over a chair and plead for seed capital to start my business. I saw the opening and I took it. I told him to write me a check.

"Plainly, Borland thought I was going to play his game and go find a stud to do me while he had to watch. He was a little distraught when he realized I was demanding money but he never flinched. He wrote me a check, well, he transferred money directly to my account. I watched it happen on the computer."

Suzanne's eyes were far away. They clicked back to the present.

"What followed was two of the strangest years I have ever spent. A dozen times, I went to see Borland and at least three of the trips, I had sex with a man on the plane. The last two times, I fucked them or they fucked me. I was a repeat patron of the mile high club. I went to Borland each time and he just left the room and returned in a few hours with a woman. He did to her what I had had done to me. The third time, after he finished fucking her, he had her suck his cock and then he did her in the ass. Apparently that was her condition, fuck her in the ass.

"The other times, when I didn't do someone on the plane, three or four times I caught him doing someone in the room. I was struggling with my business and each time I was there to ask for money. I never did have to ask. He paid off his fucking debt and I got the capital I needed to keep going. The other times, we'd go out and he'd cajole me, trying to get me to have a threesome and to pick the other woman for us. The next time, after the first time, he did it like this. Then he asked me to find a woman and I did not respond. Then he asked me what I would take to go down on another woman.

"Call me a whore, but I gave him my number, the amount of capital I had come to ask him for. He said that was cheap at twice the price. He went over to these two women and talked to them for a moment and they joined us for supper. That night they demonstrated eating each other while Borland and I watched. We were in Stockholm. They were blonds but not model thin, pudgy, blurry but eager. That night I kissed my first pussy.

"For the next two years, when we got together, I was after money. After six months, though I started to show a profit but I had gotten hooked on watching him fuck another woman. Often, once he finished her, she would come over and go down on me and then watch while he fucked me. Borland paid every time. Finally, the time came when he came home, back to Chicago where I lived at the time. He told me I had all of his cash, every dime and he needed me to pay off some of his credit cards so he could go back to work.

"I saw that the screw had turned but I also saw that he had let me have all of his money. I felt the power and realized he had consciously given it to me. Now, now I had the money and he needed me. Not the other way round. My first inclination was to make him do something silly to earn his money so I had him go down to the lobby and sing his favorite folk song. He sang 'Danny Boy'. I cried and everyone clapped and then security told him never again.

"You can't tell who has a singing voice by looking but Borland does. The next time he needed money I decided to push back a little and had him find a man to go down on me. He did," Suzanne chuckled, "in about fifteen minutes. But the guy got carried away and fucked me. I was swooning because he had talent and Borland just sat and watched us copulate. I cannot tell you what it was like to feel him watching me. The guy fucked me for ten minutes and when I finally came, he came too. I lost myself in the moment.

"The guy was so embarrassed and apologized. Borland told him to apologize to me. The guy did but I kissed him and told him to go away. When the man was gone, Borland looked me in the eyes and told me it was my turn to be punished. I could not just fuck whomever I wished without consequences. He said he'd be back and he returned with a woman, about three hours later.

"I thought for sure he was going to do her but he didn't. No, he stripped her and pointed at her. He told me I had to make her cum. Now I don't know if she was a hooker or what but I spend the next four hours trying to get her to cum. Finally I asked forgiveness and gave up. Borland fucked her to an orgasm in two minutes. I swear I did all the hard work, though. I deserved th tee shirt that said 'foreplay' on it.

"The woman left and Borland took me to bed. I was so tired I thought nothing could arouse me. God, was I wrong. Once we got started, we went all night. The next day, when he got back from his appointments, he took me to bed and introduced me to my own ass. Yes, he fucked me in the ass for the first time. Then he told me that wasn't my punishment. He said I had to find a man to fuck my ass while I was at home.

"I think you see how this is going. We, we developed a simple penal-reward system. Borland lent me money, which I have more than paid back, and he got to live out a number of his sexual fantasies. You might think that explains Pixie but it doesn't.

"About a year later, maybe eighteen months, Borland had a heart attack. The doctors told him he had a flaw in his heart and either he had to avoid exertion or go on a transplant list. It wasn't quite that simple but that was how it ended up affecting us. No dragging me into an empty meeting room and fucking me on the table. No more sharing me with another man or any of that.

"We went through a bad time, not where we were antagonistic but he was scared to fuck, scared I was getting bored with him and I was uneasy about having sex with him, believing I could literally fuck him to death. Finally, I went and had sex with the heart doctor and the two of us performed for Borland. The guy told us that we had to have sex gently and carefully, that Borland could perform but the energetic approach had danger.

"Borland adjusted. He began to entice me to make a mistake and then punished me by offering me up to some pretty young man, not unlike yourself, while he watched. It was, well, it was weird. Borland and I would have sex in a very loving, gente fashion but then he'd find some petty flaw in me and punish me by having me have sex with a porter or some other stranger.

"Now, Sonny, you probably figured out by now that I like strange. I do. God, it makes me gasp just thinking about picking up some guy and doing him in the toilet or a stairwell or something. Borland developed a taste for watching. Rather than make him be so petty, I took to having affairs, affairs he easily found out about or, more often, I confessed. Once it started to go stale, I'd confess and Borland would punish me.