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.Happy Birthday Salma. Forever a goddess no matter how old you are.
AgelessThe sun went down over the valleys and mountains south of the border. It was all visible from the window of the hotel suite. Salma Hayek emerged from the shower. Her voluptuous curves reflected across the mirrors covered in fog. All the steam followed her body as she slowly strutted her feet across the floor. She took a moment to appreciate her reflection in the mirror, her skin glistening with droplets of water, her body a masterpiece of curves at every angle. At fifty-nine years old now, she had become a timeless beauty that seemed to defy all logic when it came to the question of age.
Her hair fell in wet strands around her shoulders, framing her face that was flushed from the hot shower. In the wetness of her hair, the grey strands were difficult to see. She wasn't scared of growing older. With no makeup on, a man could witness all her wrinkles in time. Below her stomach was a small strip of hair above her pussy. Wet and ready, she couldn't resist the horny temptations she felt while in the shower.
In the bedroom Salma had one of her many young lovers awaiting her. An American boy by the name of John. He was twenty-five years old. Now that she was near sixty, she could've joked that she was old enough to be his grandmother in another life. She preferred her men young, excited and eager to keep up with her in the bedroom. After wrapping her wet hair in a fresh towel, Salma walked back to the bathroom. She decided to remain naked, figuring that would surprise him well enough to wake up in a good mood.
John was lying on the bed with the sheets tangled around his waist. He was scrolling through his phone with his morning wood poking out. He hadn't seen her come in. Salma took a moment to appreciate the view. He was fit, with abs that were so tight, she could bounce a coin off them if she so desired. His cock was thick and hard, just the way she liked it. That was one of the reasons their relationship went beyond a simple fling. He never heard her enter the room due to how quiet she could step her feet across the cool floor. She stepped closer to the bed, pulling the towel off her hair to reveal her dry black locks.
John looked up, startled by the sudden presence of his older lover. His eyes took in the sight of her bare tanned skin. His cock twitched, eager for the attention it hadn't received in hours. She gave him a wicked smile, one that promised a morning of pure passion. Salma stood at the bed side and placed her hands on her hips, "You're happy to awaken to this sight, yes?"
John nodded, unable to form words as his eyes roved over her body. His hunger for her was growing with every second that ticked by. He tossed the phone on the far side of the bed, not caring if it fell. As John tried to get up, the covers fell and revealed his hard cock.
"That's what I like to see."
Salma climbed into the bed, pressing her hand against his chest to shove him down onto his back. She crawled down between his legs and grabbed hold of his dick with her other hand. She was hungry for him and his rod. John knew there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Her mouth took him in, sliding his shaft down her throat. The feeling was incredible. No matter how many times Salma blew him, it always felt like the first time. She took it deeper, bobbing her head up and down. Saliva dripped down his shaft, pooling down his balls and thighs as she moved her head back and forth. He groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets, his body begging for more.
Salma's eyes looked up at him, her mouth full of his cock, and she could see the pleasure etched on his face. Her mouth moved faster. When she raised her lips up, her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the precum that leaked out. Her hand stroked his length, matching the rhythm of her mouth in a perfect sync. John's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. But before he could do that, Salma suddenly stopped.
She grabbed her tits and then wrapped them around his cock. Even in this position with him laying down, Salma proved how skilled she was at giving titjobs. She began to bounce them up and down, the wetness of her mouth making his cock slide easily between them. John watched, eyes widening at the sight. Salma knew he wouldn't be able to last long and he didn't. He screamed, pulling at the bed sheets as his strings of cum went flying out of his cock and into the air. Salma kept pumping them, forcing more cum to fly out in thick ropes that landed on the sheets around them.
John's body went limp after that, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. Salma, however, wasn't finished with him. One round was never enough for her. A young stallion like him had more energy than he was currently showing. She climbed up his body, her tits leaving a wet trail along his stomach. Her mouth found his, her tongue sliding in to give him a hard kiss. John groaned into the kiss, his cock still hard and pulsing from his orgasm. He knew she had more in store for him. Her hand reached for his cock, squeezing it before she guided it between her wet folds. Once he was in, Salma pressed her hands against his chest and raised herself up, ready to ride.
"Let's go, dear... Let's go!"
Her hips began to move, her pussy clutching around his shaft as she slammed back down and repeated the process. It was a slow, torturous pace that had John's eyes rolling back into his head. Salma looked down at his clean face, eager to stroke his smooth cheeks. His blue eyes glared at her with that shocked look. She knew the look all too well from years of devouring young men like him. He could feel every inch of his shaft inside her, the way her walls tightened around him as she took him in. Salma leaned down, moaning as her hands slid up his chest and cupped his face. She moaned against his lips, the sound muffled as their mouths remained connected. Her rubbed against his chest. After the kiss, she leaned back up and resumed riding, rocking up and down on him. Her huge breasts shook all around as she moved faster and harder.
John felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge as Salma's tight pussy took him for a wild ride. "Ohhhh, baby! Ohhhhhh, god! Yes!" His cock was pulsing inside her, getting closer. He reached up, his hands finding her hips, and began to guide her movements. He refused to touch her breasts, preferring to watch them bounce all around. Salma's moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she picked up the pace. She threw her head back, her black hair flying out behind her as she ground down on him, her breasts bouncing in time with her hips.
He gripped Salma's hips tighter, slightly scratching her skin as he felt his orgasm approaching. Gritting his teeth, he grunted, "I'm gonna cum again." His eyes were locked on hers, watching her hair swing all around with her tits. She only grinned wider, her hips moving faster, urging him to let go in silence, speaking only with her body. And then it happened. He bucked his hips upward, driving his cock deep into her pussy as he released his hot, sticky cum. Salma moaned, her body shaking as she felt him fill her up. She clenched her muscles around him, milking every last drop as he went through hard spasms beneath her. Then she had her orgasm as he shut his eyes. Both of them lost in the heavenly feeling together. No matter how older Salma became, her passion remained ageless.
The End.
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