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Actors & Actresses / Stunt Luck (Scarlett Johansson)

« Last post by thewildcard on February 05, 2026, 10:23:44 AM »

This story is fiction, it did not happen. I only post stories on this site. Do not repost my story anywhere else without my permission.

Stunt Luck

Jon sighed as he looked back at the set. It wasn't easy pulling double shifts, but that was his job today. He was a professional stunt man at only twenty-five years of age. His job was to wear a white suit that would be changed to resemble the actor through computer animation. Only his body mattered. The rest could be changed out with animation. That's what usually happened, unless there was a switch up in the production office.

He had been busy the past few days, working alongside actress Scarlett Johansson. She proved to still be in great shape after not working in a Marvel movie for more than five years now. Jon and Scarlett got along well, leading him to think if he was a more professionally trained actor, they could've worked together more on set. She had a good sense of humor, knowing how to tease him and playing up the flirting games. It was like she knew that he once had a big crush on her growing up.

They spent the day doing the usual. Breaking windows, putting holes in walls. Big action scenes that involved guns and running from bad guys. When it was all over, Jon retreated back to his trailer for some privacy away from the cast and crew. It was there that he got undressed, took a shower and put on his work clothes.

Jon was wiping sweat from his brow when he heard that unmistakable voice behind him. Scarlett's voice was smokey and deep. "You know, for someone who gets thrown through windows all day, you're surprisingly graceful about it," Scarlett said. He turned to find her leaning against the doorframe of his trailer, arms crossed, a sly grin playing on her lips. The late afternoon sun caught the gold in her hair, and for a second, he just stood there and took in the sight of her aging beauty. For a woman now in her forties, she still looked amazing.

Jon stood there watching as Scarlett stepped inside, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness as she closed the trailer door behind her. She was wearing black pants and a red blouse that revealed some of her cleavage behind undone buttons. The click of the lock was heard loudly, leaving them in a cramped, small space. "Long day working, huh?" she said while stepping closer and smirking at him.

"You've been watching me all week," she said, her voice dropping lower as she backed him against the counter. All he could do was step back until his back was touching it. Jon swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his throat as he looked into her eyes. "I've noticed those little glances when you think I'm not looking." Her laugh was low, throaty, as she pressed her body flush against his. "Guess what? I was looking. I'm glad you were watching. You seem like the kind of man who knows what he wants. Well, guess what? I'm a woman who likes that. I know what I want too."

Her hands slid under his shirt, nails scraping lightly over his abs before she pushed the fabric up and off. Scarlett's hands were warm, palms sliding over his bare skin. Jon barely had time to think about what was happening between them before she was sinking to her knees in front of him, her fingers making quick work of pulling his belt loose. "Let's see if you're as good at taking orders as you are at taking falls," she purred, her breath hot against the straining bulge in his boxers.

Scarlett pushed his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang out and then she grinned, licking her lips at the sight. Jon rustled his feet and ankles free of his pants and underwear. He stood there in only a shirt as Scarlett seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of his hard cock pointing at her face.

Once she was ready, Scarlett took him in hand, stroking him once, twice, her grip firm, before leaning in and swirling her tongue around the head. "Fuck," Jon choked out. Scarlett grinned and continued to stroke his cock, "yeah... you've got a nice hard cock and it's all for me. I bet you've been jerking off to me every night lately," she lowered her lips and kissed the head.

Her lips parted and took in just the tip of him into her mouth while her thumb swirled circles around the sensitive ridge beneath. Scarlett went down, sucking her way to the base and then pulled back, releasing his shaft from her lips. "Mmmmmmmmmm, so meaty," she jerked him up and down while licking the head. After a few seconds of this, she put his cock back into her mouth.

The sight of her kneeling there before him with his cock in her mouth made Jon feel so proud. This was a better accomplishment than any of his time as a stunt man. Scarlett's eyes flicked up to his, holding his gaze as she pulled back with an obscene pop, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe along his length with a few strands of saliva. "Tell me," she said while gripping his cock tightly. Scarlett showed her teeth, talking in a low tone. "Tell me how bad you've wanted this." Jon's groan was answer enough, but she squeezed the base of his cock even harder, demanding words for a real reply. "So bad that I've been thinking about this every night," he admitted it. "I thought about your lips, tongue and especially your big tits."

Scarlett was pleased. She wrapped her lips around him again, this time taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Jon screamed out as she swallowed around him, her nose pressed to his pelvis, her fingers digging into his thighs to keep him standing still. She pulled back gasping, lips glistening, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Good boy," she said while grabbing the ends of her blouse and pulling it over her head. She slung it to the floor, revealing a black push-up bra that contained her big tits. "But I didn't come here just to suck your cock."

The bra went off her body next, letting her breasts bounce free and into sight. "You mentioned my tits," she said with a grin. "Show me how bad you want to fuck 'em," she winked while wrapping her breasts around his cock. She squeezed them together, trapping his dick between her cleavage and now it was all up to Jon to fuck her tits.

Jon groaned as Scarlett's warm, pillowy tits enveloped around his big cock. The soft flesh molded perfectly around his shaft and looked so beautiful tucked between them. He gripped her shoulders for balance, his hips jerked forward as she tilted her head back, her tongue flicking out to catch the tip of him each time he thrust between her cleavage. "Oh my god, this feels so fucking good," he panted, watching her heavy breasts jiggle with each movement as he thrust back and forth, fucking her tits. Scarlett's smirk was filthy as she squeezed tighter, her voice low and sexy. "Better than you imagined, huh? Now fuck them properly. Don't hold yourself back. I came to you to get a titfuck and I want a good one."

The slick sounds of his cock sliding between her tits filled the trailer, mingling with their ragged breathing. Scarlett looked down and spit on the head as it poked up. "That's it, just like that. You’re so fucking hard for me. I bet you’ve dreamed about this, huh? My tits wrapped around your cock like this?" Jon could only nod, his jaw clenched tight as pleasure coiled low in his gut. The way she talked like that only made him thrust harder and then Scarlett laughed, "yeah, fuck my tits, that's it."

She raised her head, looking up at him as his cock slid back and forth between her tits. Jon slowed down, trying not to cum too soon yet.

Scarlett suddenly pulled her tits apart and made his cock flop free, "the last thing I want is for you to blow your load before you've fucked me," she said while getting up from the floor. She turned around and pressed her ass against him, grinding back deliberately as a way of teasing him. Jon hissed at the contact, his cock throbbing against her backside in those tight pants she wore. She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip. "You want more? Then take it." She unbuttoned her pants and bent over, showing the full roundness of her butt as she pushed her pants and underwear down to reveal her full backside.

Moving to the counter, Scarlett bent over and spread her legs. She presented herself to him, wet and ready for him to take her. The ball was entirely in his court to decide and take control.

"C'mon, mister stunt man. Fuck me like a superstar," Scarlett said with a wink as she pushed her ass out. Jon reached out, spanking it and then he got behind her and prepared himself to fuck her. He moved his cock between her legs and discovered her wen pussy. He pushed through, listening to her gasp as he entered her.

Jon groaned as he sank into Scarlett’s tight entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh now that he was inside her. “That’s it,” she moaned. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? All those little glances on set—thinking I wouldn’t notice? You've wanted to fuck me so bad, I know it,” Her laugh was low as she rocked her hips, urging him deeper with a few pushes back. “Guess what, hot shot? I noticed every single look you gave me. Now it's time to prove how bad you wanted me. Fuck me.”

Her hands braced against the countertop, fingers spread out and sliding across the surface as Jon gripped her hips and drove into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. He seemed to be taking time, she believed. Scarlett tilted her head back, shaking her hair around. “Fuck me,” she gasped, then smirked over her shoulder. “Give it to me. I know you've been thinking about doing this to me the last few days. Come on, fuck me..” Jon’s grip tightened, his rhythm faltering for a second as her words sent him into a frenzy. He began to pound away at her pussy, giving it to her with every thrust. “Oh, don’t stop now,” she moaned. “Unless you’re scared you’ll cum too fast?”

Scarlett’s taunt was motivating for him. Jon grabbed a fistful of her hair—not too hard, just enough to make her whimper—and fucked her harder. She screamed and moaned as he pounded that pussy. “Ohhhhh, yeah! FUCK ME!! That’s more like it,” she moaned, her voice breaking as he pounded into her. “THAT'S IT!! YESSS, YESSSSSSS!!! OH MY GOD, YES!! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!!! YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST QUIT STUNT WORK AND START FUCKING ME FULL TIME!! FUCK ME!!!!” She screamed the right words at him to make Jon slap that ass. He slapped it repeatedly, "YEAH!! FUCK ME!!!"

Scarlett's voice fell, no longer screaming as she whimpered and moaned. Jon pulled her hair. Her big tits were bouncing all around as he kept pounding into that pussy. “You’re gonna make me come, baby,” she warned, her voice dropping lower as he slowed down. “And when I do, I want you to fill me up. No pulling out. I want to feel all of your hot cum inside me.” The filthy promise sent Jon over the edge, unable to hold himself back any longer. With a growl, he buried himself deep in that pussy, his release hitting him like a punch to the gut. Scarlett raised her head and moaned. Both of them screaming out as they had this moment together, cumming at the same time.

Panting, Jon slumped against her back, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. They were out of breath and spent. Scarlett raised her head as he let go of her hair, “You're good at taking orders. I had a feeling you would be,” she whispered, her grin audible. “You're good at fucking. I meant what I said. You should consider retiring from stunt work and fuck me full time. I could use a man like you to keep on the side away from husband.

The End.

Actors & Actresses / Working Out with JLo's Ass (Jennifer Lopez)

« Last post by thewildcard on February 05, 2026, 10:22:29 AM »

This story is fiction, it did not happen. I only post stories on this site. Do not repost my story anywhere else without my permission.

Thanks to Cade for help with this story, hope you like it.

Working Out with JLo's Ass

It was another cold day outside in New York. Snow was building up everywhere as the amount of blizzards had passed through. Matthew had grown used to this living in the city over time. The past six months had went by so quickly as he worked alongside Jennifer Lopez as her personal trainer. After her last divorce, she took on a younger man as her personal trainer. Matthew was at the right age of twenty-six. She commented to him that she preferred younger men. That made him believe that he had a chance with her one day.

Some people claimed that he could've been a professional body builder with how muscular his body was. He was tall with shirt black hair and pale skin from staying inside. Jennifer put him to work, and he did the same for her. The work out sessions were always intense. During the winter, she preferred her private gym across town. It was insulated with a great heating system to keep them warm throughout the day. There would be more than just working out today. Jennifer made that clear when she requested today that he start the session completely naked.

This was a most unexpected demand. Even after all this time of working with her, he didn't see this one coming.

It could only mean one thing. The time had come for them to move beyond a professional relationship and finally give in to their feelings.

Matthew stood frozen for a moment, the gym's heated air doing nothing to stop the chill running down his spine at Jennifer's demand. Her dark brown eyes locked onto his, unblinking, as she leaned against the weight bench. Her own workout leggings clinging to every curve of that legendary ass. Jennifer's long brunette hair was fixed in a high ponytail dangling behind her head. "You heard me," she purred, peeling off her pink sports bra in one smooth motion. "No more pretending we're just here to train. It's time for something real."

Standing before he, he did as she ordered. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Jennifer's eyes focused on him as he then took off his black pants, and stood there. His cock was already hardening into a long length from the sound of her voice alone. That was all it took to turn him on.

Jennifer didn't smile, but she was pleased to see him standing naked before her. She circled him like a hungry predator, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs before giving his cock a teasing squeeze. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's a good boy," she said. "Now watch me. I'm going to show you what my booty can really do." With that, she bent over the bench, her toned cheeks jiggling slightly as she began twerking in slow, sensual rolls. Each movement making Matthew's pulse spike as the adrenaline ran through his body. The cheeks hit together, smacking loudly in the silent room. It could be heard over any other sound.

She stopped twerking and got up, then she bent over, showing the full size of her legendary booty. She pushed her leggings down, revealing her bronze skin and that round rump in full view. With both hands, she tapped the cheeks, making them clap together. She turned around, facing him as she pulled off the bra next, making them both completely naked and ready now. Falling ot her knees, Jennifer gripped his cock.

"I am going to give you the best fucking blowjob you've ever had in all of your life," she said while jerking his cock in her little hands.

She worked her hands back and forth, stroking him before she lowered the left hand and only used her dominant right to hold it at the base.

Jennifer's lips wrapped around his cock. She looked into his eyes as she took it into her mouth and began to suck hard. "Fuck!" Matthew gasped and moaned out. By the time he groaned, she had pushed his cock all the way down her throat. Jennifer released her fingers, giving herself all the necessary room to fully deepthroat his entire length. She didn't just suck—she claimed him and his cock. Taking his cock as if she owned it and was making it all hers. He would never be the same after this and she knew it. Jennifer pulled her lips back, making a loud pop as she released his dick from her wet lips. "You like that, papi?" she asked, then licked the head. Matthew didn't say a word as Jennifer flicked her tongue across the head again.

There was something about being called papi that made him excited. Even more when she licked the head of his dick again.

"Watch me," she ordered him before pushing his cock back between her lips. Matthew grabbed her hair. The ponytail made it easier for him to hold her head in place.

His fingers tightened in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks, the suction so intense he could feel it in his toes. Jennifer applied serious pressure that was making it difficult for him to hold back from exploding within her mouth. She was that good at sucking dick. "God, Jenny! Jenny from the block has the best fucking mouth I've ever been in," he groaned, thighs trembling as she dragged her tongue along his shaft before swallowing him whole again. She moaned around him, the vibration making his vision blur, and when she pulled back with a loud popping sound, her lips were slick and swollen. "Good," she purred, jerking him roughly with one hand while the other slid between her own thighs. "Because I’m just getting started. Now come on, I want you to fuck my mouth. Make me gag all over your big fucking dick."

Clearing her throat, she said it again, "fuck my dirty little mouth."

Matthew pushed his cock back into her mouth and took control. With both hands holding her head, he thrust into her mouth. He pushed every inch of his cock down her throat, watching as she took it all. Jennifer gagged and sucked loudly, but not once did she make a choking sound. The gurgling and gagging were the kind of noises he imagined only the dirtiest sluts made when sucking off their man. Matthew groaned and grunted as he kept thrusting into her mouth. He fucked her face until spit was leaking from both corners of her mouth.

To finish off the face-fucking fun, Matthew pushed his cock all the way down her throat and held her there. She closed her eyes, but they didn't water up. It took up to a whole thirty seconds before she finally gagged and choked on his full length. He released her, pulling back and watching as her eyes widened. His cock slid out of her mouth completely covered in layers of saliva and dangling strings. Better still, Jennifer managed to spit a thick wad of saliva across the length. She spit on it like she owned that cock and it was all hers.

With a wicked grin, she stood abruptly. Jennifer wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand, slinging some of the spare saliva down on the floor. She turned around to press that legendary ass against his throbbing cock. Hands on her knees, she leaned forward, and then even made her booty pop against it. Matthew stood still, watching as she ground against him, her cheeks clapping together in slow, deliberate rolls as she made it twerk. "You wanna fuck this ass, don’t you?" she teased, glancing over her shoulder as she reached back to spread herself open. Matthew nodded. "I've always wanted to fuck that ass."

"Oh yeah? Say it like you mean it then. Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Yes I fucking do!"

She reached for his hand, pulling him to walk behind her towards a work bench. This would make the perfect spot for them to do a real anal session.

Jennifer pushed her legs together, flexing herself on her knees and hands. The workbench was positioned where he could stand right behind it and take her from there in this position. The crack of her ass split, barely revealing her asshole within the thick buns. "Then take it," she challenged, pushing her ass back against him. "But don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. If you could hold back from the way I sucked you off, then I know you can prevent yourself from blowing that load in my ass."

Matthew's hands gripped Jennifer's hips hard enough to leave fingerprints in her bronze skin as he lined himself up with that tight, glistening hole. She gasped when the broad purple head of his cock pressed against her asshole, her fingers scrambling against the smooth leather of the bench seat. "Ohhhh, fuck. Fuck yeah, just like that, put that cock in my ass," she hissed, pushing back against him as he applied steady pressure to make that dick sink into her booty. The initial resistance as he moaned at the sound of a lewd, wet pop as the first inch slid in. Jennifer purred soft, sexy moans, "Mmmmmmmmm, that's it. You're in now, so don't hold back. Fuck my ass. I want you to fuck it so hard."

He set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust forcing her cheeks to ripple hard. Since she demanded him to go hard and not hold back, Matthew did just that. Within seconds, he was hammering away, fucking that famous booty. Jennifer's ass jiggled with every snap of his hips, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. She reached back to spread herself wider, fingers digging into her own flesh to give him better access. "Harder! YES!! FUCK THAT ASS!! GIVE IT TO ME!! HARDER!!" she demanded, her voice breaking when he obliged, driving into her so deep her toes curled off the small bench. Matthew's grip on her waist tightened as he watched his cock disappear into that impossibly tight little hole over and over, her asshole gripping around his dick.

"YESSSSSSS!! THAT'S IT!! FUCK MY ASS!!!!!" He spanked her, "scream it louder, Jenny!"

"FUCK THAT ASS!! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Jennifer's dirty talk turned filthy between gasped breaths. He was hammering and pumping away, pounding that booty. Jennifer's voice fell to a lower tone as she teased him further.

"I bet you've been jerking off to this fat booty since day fucking one when you finally got to see it up close." She threw a sexy glance over her shoulder, biting her lip as she watched him lose control. Matthew growled in response, delivering a sharp smack to her left cheek that made her laugh. Jennifer had more experience than he could ever dream of. That made it easier for her to handle any kind of rough play he threw at her. The red handprint stood out beautifully against her skin as she twerked back onto him, milking his cock with expert rolls of her hips. "That's right! Spank that ass!"

Her words pushed him closer to the edge, but Matthew remembered her command before they began. He slowed just enough to regain control, focusing instead on the hypnotic way her ass swallowed his full cock whole. Jennifer whined at the decreased intensity, seeming to become frustrated at him, but he silenced her by slipping two fingers into her drooling pussy from behind.

"F-Fuck! FUCK!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!! OHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!!!!!!" she screamed, her wet walls clamping around his fingers as he scissored them inside her. He flexed his fingers, moving them around and curling his knuckles. She didn't see this coming. It took her by surprise to feel the pleasure of his cock up her ass and now fingering her pussy at the same time. Jennifer's screams were different. A higher pitch, whimpering and almost squealing. Just like that, Matthew had turned the tables on her her and was the one in control. He had her at his mercy, pushing this beautiful, big booty woman almost to the edge.

"You're gonna make me... make me.... MAKE ME!!! OHHHHHH GOD, FUCKKKKK!!!!" Her warning cut off with a choked moan as her orgasm hit, her asshole pulsing around his cock as her pussy exploded. Juices went flying everywhere, splattering onto the leather seat of the bench. Matthew held her there, keeping his cock firmly inside that wonderful ass. He shoved her down. Jennifer collapsed forward, her sweaty torso pressed against the bench as she panted. He pulled his cock out of her ass now, ready to explode.

Jennifer's chest heaved against the bench as she caught her breath, her ass still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Before she could recover, Matthew's rough hands flipped her onto her back. She gasped, realizing now that he was in control and when she saw his cock, Jennifer knew he was ready to explode. Jennifer licked her lips, her dark eyes locking onto his as she reached up to wrap her fingers around that big dick.

"You held out like a good boy," she said while stroking him slowly. "Now let me see you blow that hot load, papi. All over this face."

She sat up on the workbench and jerked his cock while aiming it at her face. "FUCK!!!" Matthew yelled as the first thick rope of cum splattered across her cheekbone, painting her bronzed skin white. Jennifer moaned, tilting her chin up to catch the next pulse directly on her parted lips, her tongue darting out to taste some of his fresh cream.

The third shot landed across her forehead, dripping down toward her eyebrows as Matthew gasped at the sight.. Jennifer didn’t flinch. Not once. She reveled in this act, rubbing her fingers through the mess on her face before sucking them clean with a satisfied grin. "Mmmmmm, just as good as I imagined, I made you blow such a big fucking load," she smiled, smearing the rest across her collarbones in his gooey warm cum like it was a moisturizer. With her thumb, she smeared the cum on on her forehead, making her skin shiny and gleaming. Her smirk was downright sinful as she stretched out on the bench, her legs still spread, her body glistening with sweat and cum as she showed the pink folds of her pussy to him and drenched thighs. "Guess we’ll have to add this to our regular routine going forward now, huh?"

Matthew could only stare, dumbstruck and spent, as Jennifer sat up. It was a wonder that he could still stand after all this fucking. She had tired him out more than a real work out session could've. The cum was glistening on her face. She motioned with her fingers for him to step a little bit closer, then she threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a hard, deep kiss. He could taste his own cum on her tongue, but didn't care. It was worth it after all they had done together. "Next time," she whispered against his lips, "I’m riding that dick until you scream. I am going to make you scream your fucking lungs out for me." She caressed his face with her right hand, "and that's a promise."

A promise that made him harder than ever.

The End.

Actors & Actresses / Dave Takes a Shower (Salma Hayek)

« Last post by thewildcard on February 05, 2026, 10:21:01 AM »

This story is fiction, it did not happen. I only post stories on this site. Do not repost my story anywhere else without my permission.

Sequel to Double Dave. Read that first to get the full story.

Dave Takes a Shower

After the wild threesome Dave shared with Salma Hayek and Christina Hendricks, he didn't think his luck could get any better. Salma had made it clear to Christina that he was hers, and that the act was more of sharing. Salma didn't mind sharing, but only with women she considered true close friends.

As the days progressed, he was back with Salma to be used as her boy toy. She said that she needed a man like him around at all times to satisfy her. He didn't know how to say no to that. What man would've?

Dave was enjoying a nice shower in Salma’s penthouse suite when the bathroom door creaked open. The water rained down from the faucet Steam rolled out into the bedroom as Salma stepped inside, naked except for the diamond choker around her throat. It was a gift he bought her some time back. The diamonds sparkled, glimmering. Her hair was fixed in a bun. She stood face to face with him, getting his attention with her eyes alone. Then she nodded.

Dave blinked water from his eyes as Salma stepped into the shower without a word, her bare feet slapping against the wet tile. The heat of the water didn’t faze her—she moved like she owned every inch of the space, which, he supposed, she did. Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his pecs before hooking into the towel rack beside him. She leaned in, close enough that her nipples brushed his skin, but didn’t touch him fully. Not yet.

"Why so nervous?" Salma teased with her small lips. Dave pushed his hands against her breasts, feeling and squeezing them. She moaned and allowed him to gently shove her back into the wall. Their bodies pressed together and he began kissing her hard.

Salma rubbed her back against the wet times as the kisses ended. Dave's mouth trailed down her neck. The hot water cascaded over them both, but she barely noticed—her focus was entirely on the way his hands roamed her body in a possessive way that told her how much he missed her and wanted more. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against her skin. "You want me badly today. I can feel it," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Did you miss me that much?"

Her hand reached for his manhood down below, gripping it tightly as she grinned at him. Dave looked at her as he smothered his face between her breasts.

Salma's fingers tightened around himn, her thumb swiping over the swollen head just to see if he would make any kind of instinctive move. "You always respond so well to my touch," she said, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his as she stroked him slower now, just to drag it out a little bit longer. She enjoyed teasing him like this. The spraying water of the shower made her grip slicker and slippery. The water beading down her wrist as she worked him with deliberate, teasing handful of hard tugs. Dave's breath hitched when she suddenly dropped to her knees, the tile cold beneath her but the steam from the shower offered some warmth.

She didn't waste time teasing any further. Salma leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip. With another lick, she swirled around it, her lips parting to take him deeper. This was why she curled her hair into a bun before joining him in the shower. Salma was able to suck freely without the worry of her hair getting in the way. She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his core as she bobbed her head back and forth. When Salma went to work sucking a cock, the man always moaned from the work of her lips. Dave was doing just that and she loved the sounds he made. Her tongue pressed firmly along the underside of his cock with each upward stroke.

Salma pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening with light saliva. "Mmmmmmmmm, you always taste so good, mi amor," she purred, her fingers replacing her mouth to stroke him lazily. "From last night. From this morning." Her smirk was wicked as she leaned in again, this time taking him all the way down until her nose pressed into his pelvis and wet hairs, deepthroating his whole cock. Dave's knees nearly buckled at the sudden tightness of her throat. He felt his cock sliding all the way down and it almost got the better of him to lose himself. She held him there for a heartbeat longer than he could stand before pulling back, gasping for air. "Mmmmmmmm, you like that?" she teased, her thumb rubbing circles at the base of his wet cock. "Wait until you feel what I do next."

Her mouth was back on him before he could reply, her pace relentless now, her hands cupping his balls below as she sucked him deeper with each pass. The water continued to spray over them both, the sound muffling his ragged breaths, but nothing could hide the way his hips stuttered forward when her tongue flicked against that sensitive spot just below the head. Salma knew exactly what she was doing. But this was all for something else. She was getting him ready for the main event.

Salma pulled away from his cock with a wet gasp, her lips swollen and slick. Before Dave could protest, she gripped his shaft and pressed it upward and between her breasts. She trapped him between the soft, warm flesh of her amazing tits. "Now we're ready for this," she bit her lower lip and purred. The water beaded off her skin, making his cock slide effortlessly between her cleavage.

Dave groaned, his hands moved to her shoulders as she moved her tits to make his cock glide between them. "Fuck them," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Like this—" She demonstrated, rocking her upper body in a slow, exaggerated motion that made his cock twitch between her mounds and the head pushing up. He followed her lead, thrusting upward while she squeezed her breasts around him. Salma moaned and looked down, watching his cock pump up and down a few times and then looked back up at him. She smiled as he fucked her tits.

The sound of water hitting tile mixed with the wet slap of flesh—Salma’s moans rose above it all, taunting him. "You love this, don’t you? You just love fucking my tits. You don't have to tell me, I already know," she teased, watching his face twist with pleasure. "Feel how tight I can make them for you." Dave didn't say anything in response. He just kept thrusting his cock back and forth between those big titties. He kept going until he groaned, getting closer to exploding. He wasn't about to pull out. Her tits were that good.

Salma laughed at he picked up the pace, going faster and faster. "Oh no, you don’t get to cum yet." She abruptly released him from her tits, letting his cock spring free, jerking around. With a wicked grin across her older face, she turned around, bending slightly to press her thick ass against him. "Now," she spoke with a quick glance over her right shoulder, "are you going to fuck me properly, or do I have to beg for it?"

The moment Salma presented her ass, he was ready. That glorious, round masterpiece of aging perfection was so wonderful to look at. He grabbed her right hip and then began guiding his cock between her thighs. She gasped when he shoved into her pussy without warning, "Ohhhhhhh," she was still moaning as he pushed into her.

"Like that, babe?" He asked while slapping that ass with his right hand. Water droplets went flying everywhere from the smack.

Salma gasped and moaned as Dave drove his cock into her. The shower water was spraying down her back. His grip on her hip tightened, fingers pressing into soft flesh as he pulled her back onto him with each thrust. The slap of skin against skin echoed off the shower tiles, louder than the spraying water. It made a rhythm punctuated by Salma’s loud moans. "Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck! Yes! Yessssssss! Fuck me! Don’t you dare slow down."

Dave hammered into her, fucking her mature pussy. Salma moaned and pushed back to match with his thrusts as she started screaming. "Don't you even think of stopping! You're going to fuck me! You're going to FUCK ME HARD!! YESSSSSS!! I WANT IT HARDER!!!!"

He didn't stop. Not even when her knees buckled and she sagged forward, her forehead pressed to the sliding glass door, rubbing a spot clean.

"I'M ALMOST THERE! YESSSSSSSSS!! KEEP FUCKING ME, DAVEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Her climax rolled through her in visible waves—shoulders trembling, teeth gritted that was visible across the glass. Salma came, but Dave kept fucking her through that orgasm, prolonging the aftershocks through her body until her moans turned breathless and weak. Only then did he finally pull out, his cock glistening and throbbing as he stepped back. It was time for Dave to blow his load for her. Salma barely had time to glance over her shoulder before he fisted himself, stroking hard and fast to cum. She didn't even get the chance to tell him to cum for her.

The first rope of cum hit the small of her back, thick and white against her damp, tanned skin. Salma shuddered, biting her lip as the next splash landed higher, between her shoulder blades and across the muscles. Dave groaned, jerking himself roughly until he'd painted her in stripes of cum streaking down her spine, dripping into the curve of her beautiful, plump ass. Panting, he smeared the last of it across her left hip with his thumb.

Salma turned, giggling to herself in her mature, aged voice. "It's a good thing you did that in the shower. Now you get to wash it all off," she bit her lower lip, "you'll do that for me, won't you? You're a good boy, after all."

Indeed he was. And that was why he never told her no.

The End.