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 and
Dave Takes A Shower.
Dave is just a guy I created with a life where he gets to be with older, hot famous women more than half his age. I wish I was him.
Dave's Valentine's DayEven though Salma had made her claim on Dave, he knew he couldn't get away from Christina. She joked that she had him under her charm. It was true. He couldn't get enough of her. As Salma retreated back to France to spend time with her husband, Dave was left alone in London where Christina could easily put him under her thumb.
He was right where she wanted him.
3 minutes at 10 AM, he got a text from her. Dave grabbed his phone from the nightstand, hoping to see a Valentine's day text from Salma, but he already knew it wasn't her. He didn't need to check the sender. The chime was Christina's, set specifically for her months ago. He wiped his eyes to get rid of his blurry vision and then checked the text.
"Happy Valentine's Day, sexy man. Cum over 2 my hotel suite. Noon. Bring that pretty mouth of yours."No emojis. No follow up sentences or anything else. Just Christina's brand of efficient lustful filth. Dave smiled at the time stamp.She'd waited exactly three minutes past what she considered a "decent hour" to text. The decent hours were something that Christina lectured him about when he first met her. She made it loud and clear that she didn't like being disturbed outside specific hours, especially when she was horny.
How was he going to say no to her?
Dave knew better than to resist. It was better than spending Valentine's day alone.
He arrived at 11:58, intentionally two minutes early because Christina liked to watch the clock and she was never happy when something was late. It was a short trip to her flat across London. Dave went up like he had a dozen times before and knocked on the door. He didn't have to stand and wait for long. She stood there in a red lace lingerie set. A garter belt went past her waist and up her stomach. Her pussy was hidden under a sheer-lace thong. Those massive tits were held in a silky red bra, looking as if they were about to break the fabric at any moment. Christina was dressed to impress for a romantic Valentine's day.
"Wow, you came early today. I'm surprised." Christina grinned as she noticed his eyes focused on her huge boobs.
"Yeah. I guess you could say I was lonely today when I first got up. I was relieved when I saw your text. It was good just to know someone was thinking about me today."
Christina grinned, stepping aside to let him in. "And?"
The suite smelled like vanilla body oil, coffee and burning incense with a raspberry scent.. A half-eaten croissant sat abandoned on the kitchen table. The door quietly shut behind him and Christina locked it. Her heels clicked and clacked loudly across the tiles. Christina looked at him as if he were prey. Dave knew at any moment, she could eat him alive. So far, she seemed to be taking her time and building up to her own desires. She stopped at the minibar and poured two fingers of bourbon. Neat, just the way the way he liked it. Her eyes set on him and Christina downed the entire shot in a single gulp.
"Salma called," she said, licking her lips and smirking. "Wanted to know if you'd sent me flowers."
Dave blinked. "Did you tell her-"
She cleared her throat and cut him off. "I told her you were too busy eating my pussy to buy roses." Christina tossed the glass onto the bed and hooked a finger through one of his belt loop. Good thing he decided not to wear a belt. "Now. About that mouth."
She dragged him backward into the bedroom. The bed was unmade with blankets thrown aside. Her thighs parted before his knees could hit the floor. Christina slid down her thong, revealing her soaking wet pussy ready to be eaten.
"Oh my god, you are so wet," he said abruptly before her hand grabbed the back of his head. Fingernails digging into his hair, scratching past his scalp.
Christina arched an eyebrow. "It's Valentine's Day. You really thought I'd let you talk?"
The first lick drew a gasp, the second a moan, the third had her grinding against his face with enough force to bruise his nose between her thighs. Christina was more than hungry. She was ready to unleash herself as a force of nature onto him. Dave let her set the pace—quick, demanding, with none of Salma's teasing buildup that he was used to. His tongue pushed through, making her cry out as he ate her pussy.
"Yes, more! Eat that pussy!" She said before scratching his head. The nails dig beyond his hair as Dave went to work, thrusting his tongue in and out of her delicious cunt.
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She yelled as a sign that she was getting close. That only made him go faster and faster. He licked, slithered and moved his tongue to the depths of her opening. Christina came twice before pulling him up by the hair, her thighs slick against his cheeks with juices dripping down her skin.
She wasn't done yet. Two orgasms to start the day was perfect, but Dave was aware of how far her appetite went beyond this. She was just getting started with him as she glanced down at him like he was her prey.When Dave stood up, Christina shoved him towards the bend, bending him over to expose his bum.
"I. Want. Your. Fucking. Pants. Off." She punctuated each word with a slap to his butt. "I want your cock down my throat before room service gets here."
Dave barely had time to unbutton his jeans before Christina's impatient hands yanked them down past his thighs and shoved them down to his feet. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock and then grabbed it, shoving it into her mouth. She moaned as she began to suck, moving her head up and down.
"Fuck, Christina, ohhhhhhh..." His voice cracked as her lips met his pelvis with a muffled hum. She didn't bob. Didn't tease. Just held him there, throat fluttering around him with a full deepthroat routine. He gritted his teeth and groaned as Christina sucked his cock harder, slobbering up and down the whole thing. Room service could’ve walked in right then and she wouldn’t have stopped. She was hungry and taking him like she meant it. The vibration of her moan traveled straight up his spine, and Dave’s knees almost buckled when she finally pulled back with a gasp, saliva string dangling between her lips and the tip of his dick.
"You taste like cheap motel soap," she said, dragging her tongue along the shaft, licking it from underneath and to the top. "Next time, use the fucking body wash I bought you. I bought it for a reason." Before he could retort to that question, Christina got up and put her hands on Dave. She shoved him facedown into the mattress.. The sudden dominance sent a thrill through him that was unexpected from this older woman. Christina wasn’t just playing. She was
claiming him away from Salma (or trying to).
"Hold still or I'll tie you down to the headboard." Dave rolled over and rested his head on the pillows. Christina grabbed his cock and then lowered her mouth to take it back in. She sucked on it some more, getting it slippery and wet. When she was ready, she stopped and climbed up. Dave could see she was about to mount him and fuck him. And that was what she did as she lowered her pussy down on his cock. It filled her up, making Dave moan.
He reached up and grabbed at her bra. Christina moved her hands behind her back and undid it, dropping it down to his stomach. Dave swiped it to the floor and then smashed his hands against her giant tits. She moaned as he squeezed them.
"Yeah, that's what you want isn't it? You want my tits. Squeeze them. They're so fucking big and they're all yours today."
Christina’s laugh was dark as she leaned over his back, her tits jiggling around in his face. She moved, rocking her hips to ride him and move his cock inside her. "I can
feel you getting even harder! Ohhhhhh my god, you're just so predictable. Men like you always are so easy." Her hand slid between his legs, fingers tracing the sensitive skin behind his balls. "But god, do I love doing this with you."
The knock at the door interrupted their moment.
Christina froze, then cursed under her breath with a sigh. "God dammit. Right on fucking time." She got up, leaving him there to watch his cock flop against his stomach as she hurried out the bedroom to the front door. Her heels stomped loudly to show how bothered she was by this sudden knock.
"Madam, you called for champagne. It is right here," Dave could hear the man speaking.
"Just set it on the table." The waiter nearly dropped the tray as his eyes got big at the sight of her huge breasts.
Dave didn’t blame him.
The second the door clicked shut, Christina turned towards the bedroom and entered. "Now," she called out, crawling onto the bed with predatory grace of her sharp blue eyes. "Where were we?"
Her knee pressed between his thighs, forcing them apart as she straddled him for the second time. When she climbed up, Dave smashed his hands against her tits again.. Christina arched into his touch with a moan and smirked. "You've got greedy hands today, huh?"
Before he could reply, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, the other trailing down his stomach. "Too bad." Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. "Valentine’s Day means I get to be greedy today."
"FUCK! Dave screamed as her pussy swallowed up his cock and all he could do was lay there and squeeze her tits. Christina was in control, fucking him the way she wanted.
Christina's hips rolled with the precision of a woman who knew exactly how her body worked—slow, deep circles that dragged every inch of Dave's cock against her inner walls. Her fingers went to his shoulders to hold him down. Every time she lifted herself up, Dave would squeeze her breasts as she came back down. He could handle everything she did to him when on top. "Your cock is sooooo good for riding," she moaned. "Did Salma teach you that? Or were you just born to fuck older women like us?"
Dave opened his mouth to answer, but Christina slammed back down, cutting him off with a loud groan. Her thighs trembled, her cunt clenching around him in erratic pulses as her third orgasm tore through her and unleashed. She didn't scream this time. All she did was bite down on her lip hard enough to leave marks, her eyes squeezing shut as she rode it out, grinding against him until the last aftershocks faded. When she finally stilled, she was sweaty and Dave was holding on to dear life, trying his hardest not to cum inside her. Not that she cared. She could take a creampie, but he had other ideas.
She didn't let him recover. Before Dave could even process the way her pussy still fluttered around him, Christina slid off with a wet pop and shoved him flat against the mattress. "Stay," she ordered, pressing a sweaty hand to his chest. Her other hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him lazily as she smirked down at him. "You've been a
very good boy today. Naughty, but still nice. Think you deserve a reward for being such a good Valentine, hmmmmmmmm?"
Dave knew better than to answer that question. Christina's idea of a reward usually involved him begging desperately.
Her smirk widened as she leaned down, her tits brushing against his stomach. "I
love when you get quiet like this. I know what it means. You know what's coming but just don't wanna say it. You're a smart boy." She got up, and motioned for him to get up out of bed.
"I thought you wanted me to stay right here?" Christina rolled her eyes and then smiled, "when I tell you to come over here, you know better than to ask much such a stupid question. Now get your handsome ass over here, Dave!"
Dave stood up near the bed and then Christina dropped to her knees. She gripped his slick cock and slurped it clean, swallowing her own cum. Properly polished and cleaned, she licked it up and down. Her fingers tracing the veins on his shaft before she lifted her heavy tits and pressed them together around him.
"Oh my god," he moaned. So this was his Valentine's day present. A good old fashioned tittyfuck with one of the greatest chests the world has ever seen.
Christina didn't rush into it. That wasn't her style. She rolled her shoulders forward, letting her cleavage swallow him inch by inch, her nipples dragging along the underside of his shaft. "Your cock looks so
perfect like this," she purred soft moans before speaking in a lower voice. "All trapped between these." She rocked up and down, tittyfucking him nice and slow.
Dave tried to buck his hips and fuck her tits, but then Christina stopped and spit on the tip. "Nah-ah! Didn't I tell you?" She squeezed her tits tightly around his shaft. "I fuck your cock with my tits. You just stand there. I move, you take."
And she did. Slow, torturous strokes that had his toes curling, her tits gliding up and down his cock with just enough pressure to make his vision blur as he tried to watch every move. She watched him unravel with a predator's focus, her lips parting every time a groan escaped him. "You close?" she teased, speeding up just enough to make his breath stutter as he tried to grunt. "Bet you wanna cum all over these, huh? I bet you wanna paint them white in a sticky fucking mess."
She kept working her tits until he exploded. Cum shot from his cock like a busted fountain, spraying into the air and landing on her tits. Christina pulled her tits apart and wrapped one arm around them. She held them up and grabbed that cock with her right hand. She jerked him off, forcing out several spurts of cum across her tits, glazing them in his seed.
Christina didn’t wipe the cum off. She just leaned back on the floor and smiled as the cum dripped from her magnificent chest.
"Well, what do you say? Good enough to be your Valentine?"
Dave smiled, nodding frantically, "Fuck yeah! Happy Valentine's day, Christina! This was my best Valentine's day ever!"
The End.
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