Mommy? Sorry... Mommy? Sorry... Mommy?
The sun is split on the horizon as you make your way down the sidewalk, store windows projecting colorful lights onto the ground. Walking under an overhang, something through the window next to you catches your eye and you stop to take a better look. Through the glass you can see a dimly lit bar and lounge, and a green haired woman with a sun hat walking to the counter. She's wearing a white dress but even from outside you can tell she's very well proportioned. You weren't really planning on doing anything other than heading home and watching a movie, and it seems too perfect an opportunity to pass up. Reaching for the door handle, you glance at the name of the establishment, reading 'Wine Bar and Lounge', and you know exactly what that means. This is a cougar bar.
Stepping inside, your eyes adjust to the low light as the quiet notes of slow jazz float through the air. You see the green haired woman sitting at the bar, her hat on a stool next to her, and you mosey up next to her. "Hey there, how's your night going?" you ask, leaning against the bar. She glances over at you briefly and turns back to her drink with a sigh. "My night's just fine," she sounds utterly bored, stirring the straw around her highball glass "Are you even old enough to be in here?" "Sure I am, why, do you want to see my ID?" you reply, grinning. "No, but the bartender might" she takes a slow sip of her drink, occasionally looking over at you more often. Taking a proper seat next to her, you grab a menu from off the counter and flip through it. It has a list of specialty cocktails and a massive wine list in the back pages, you've never heard of most of them. "Then let me buy you a drink and prove it to you" handing her the menu, you pull out your wallet and set it in front of you. The bartender waltzes up to you and asks if you'd like anything, standing attentively. "Get this lovely lady anything she wants" you pull your credit card and ID from your wallet, handing them to the bartender. He briefly looks it over and gives a nod, setting your license on the counter. "And what would the lady like?" he asks. "Can you bring us a bottle of Georges De Latour Private Reserve? And two glasses" she orders, folding the wine list back up and placing it on the bar. "Very nice, I'll be right out with it"
Standing up, the woman picks up her hat and saunters over to the lounge area. Chairs are scattered around a glass table, coasters neatly stacked, and a small piano sits tucked in the corner. Slowly lowering herself into one of the chairs, the woman gives a quiet sigh, her white dress folding and shifting as she crosses her legs. You take a seat across from her and the bartender comes over holding a bottle and two wine glasses. Setting the glasses gently on the table he uncorks the bottle and fills the glasses about a third of the way where the curve starts to shift. Placing the bottle on a small cloth napkin, he then takees his leave. "So can I ask your name?" you ask, leaning over to take the glass nearest to you. "You can call me Ms. Fortuna" she replies, doing the same. You can't help but stare at her chest when she leans forward, her breasts are absolutely massive and wiggle with every movement. "Ah, alright Ms. Fortuna. I hope I wasn't interrupting you" your mouth feels dry as you try to get the words out, your eyes still fixed to her chest as she sits back up. A hint of a smile plays across her lips as she raises her glass, taking a slow slip. "It's alright, getting bought a $250 bottle of wine brightens up the day" she speaks into her drink and you nearly spit up into yours.
Time passes as you make idle small talk and end up finishing the bottle, the sky turning dark outside. You have a nice buzz going on but you're still lucid, a smile plastered on your face. Somehow the two of you ended up on a loveseat, talking about firearms and she gave you a peek into her handbag where she keeps her revolver. Her hand rests on your knee while she talks, and you hope she attributes your reddened face to the alcohol. You're completely entranced by her, the smell of her perfume invades your nostrils and makes you want to fall into her embrace. As it gets later and more people start shuffling in, Ms. Fortuna gives your leg a squeeze. "I think it's time to head out, but I had a nice time talking to you" she smiles, her warm voice washing over you. You try to hide your disappointment, but she notices the look on your face. "It seems you might want to follow me home, would you like that puppy?" overeager, you quickly nod and gather your things as she grins and pulls out her phone, ordering an Uber. Making your way outside together, your hand brushes against hers and it sends electricity shooting up your arm.
Sitting silently in the back seat of a Ford Fusion, your heart hammers inside your chest as the driver nears Ms. Fortuna's place. She hasn't said anything but you can feel her eyeing you up. This is what you had in mind when you talked to her but somehow you feel like you were the one who got picked up. Ms. Fortuna's fingers trace lightly over the back of your hand as the ride drags on, and you feel frozen in place as her skin makes contact with yours. Finally the car slows and comes to a stop in front of a house but Ms. Fortuna just keeps her eyes fixed on you. Something in your brain forces you to move, getting out and running around the car to open her door for her. "Such a gentleman" she coos, taking your hand and stepping out. She leads you to the front door and you once again can't keep your eyes off her as her dress sways with each step. She opens the door and steps through, and you catch a glimpse of something running around the corner. You couldn't quite see what it was but it looked small enough to be some kind of pet. Following the green haired goddess inside, you shut the door behind you.
Ms. Fortuna takes you by the hand and pulls you into her living room, sitting on a luxurious looking lounge chair. "Kneel" she commands, and your knees buckle immediately. "Come to me" she says curtly and you crawl forward without a though. She slowly lifts her foot, silently, and you slip her sandal off. She raises her other foot and you do the same, keeping your eyes turned down. Resting her foot on your shoulder, she lifts her dress and pulls you closer until your lips touch hers. Instinctively, you open your mouth and let your tongue fall out, lapping at her in a daze. Ms. Fortuna gives a soft sigh and places a hand on top of your head, her fingers slowly brushing through your hair as she forces you deepr. All you can do is lick her feverishly, your skin flushing with heat. You want to please her, and you'll do anything it takes. Your erection strains your jeans as you bury your tongue inside her soaked pussy, her hand on your head pushing your face against her. The constant motion of your tongue tires you out but you can't stop, not until she gives you permission. Ms. Fortuna removes her foot from your back and rises up slowly, keeping your face held close. Sitting back on your ankles, her dress falls over your face and you resume your tongue lashing as she stands over you. You run your hands slowly up the back of her legs, massaging softly, until you're kneading her ass while her pussy soaks your face. Ms. Fortuna shakes slightly, her thighs crushing your head as they shudder, then you're let free. She lowers herself back into the chair, sitting back with a smile on her face as remain kneeling before her.
"You're a very obedient one, I didn't think you'd be so agreeable" she laughs, brushing her hair out of her face. When you don't say anything, she smiles and taps your chest with the ball of her foot. "You can answer" she permits, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry ma'am, I don't know what's come over me. I just think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I want to make you happy!" She crosses her legs slowly as she watches you, seemingly unsure of what to do with you. "Stand up" she smiles, her eyes following you as you obey. "Now strip" she commands. Pulling your shirt off slowly, you place it neatly on thr ground next to you, removing your shoes and socks and finally undoing your pants. Ms. Fortuna's gaze is fixed on you and you feel like a mouse standing in front of a hungry cat as you pull your jeans and boxers off, your hard cock springing free. Motioning you forward with a finger, she licks her lips and guides you next to the chair, your cock twitching in front of her face as you stand at attention. She taps the tip of your cock with her finger, watching it bounce, and giving it a small kiss along the side. One hand snakes between your legs and claps firmly against your ass, her lips wrapping softly around the head of your cock. Folding your hands behind your back, you stand there silently as she sucks you slowly, shivering with every swirl of her tongue.
You try to focus on anything else as Ms. Fortuna kneads your ass with her hand, her lips sliding back and forth along your length. Sucking harder, she pulls off with a pop and kisses the tip slowly, running her tongue along it. Looking up at you, she traces a finger along the underside and your cock twitches uncontrollably, cum dripping weakly as your legs shake. She doesn't stroke you or take you back into her mouth, only running a fingertip back and forth along you as you drip cum onto her chair and floor. The urge to move your own hand and finish yourself is overwhelming but you can't bring yourself to do anything other than what you're told. After a few more pathetic spurts, your cock falls, dripping one last time onto the floor as it shrinks. Ms. Fortuna sits back in her chair, catching the remnants of your seed with a fingertip and placing it on her tongue, looking up at you with an amused expression. "Are you going to do anything I say?" she asks and you nod silently. Ms. Fortuna stands up, her hands resting on your hip and cheek, bringing your face close and kissing you slowly, her tongue slipping past your lips and running against yours. Unable to resist, you embrace her, your arms wrapping tight around her, her breasts pressing against your chest. "Good boy..." she whispers, breaking the kiss slightly and biting your lip.
Leaning down slightly, you bring your arm under Ms. Fortuna's legs and sweep her up, princess carrying her, and she wraps her arms around your neck. "My hero" she teases, giving you a peck on the cheek. Whispering in your ear, she directs you to her bedroom, and you hear the pitter patter of something scampering in an adjacent room. Placing Ms. Fortuna gently on the bed, you lean over and kiss her again softly, pulling her dress up and off. Your lips meet hers again as you unhook her bra, tossing it to the side and crawling onto the bed with her. Kissing down the side of her neck you make your way to her breasts, rubbing and squeezing lightly, taking a nipple into your mouth. Sucking softly, you feel her hand on the back of your head and you flick your tongue against her. Hooking one arm under her leg, you bring it up into a modified mating press, rubbing your quickly hardening cock against her. Pausing with the head of your cock against her pussy, you wait for her approval. Ms. Fortuna just smiles and hooks her free leg around your waist, pulling you in. You give a quiet sigh as you feel her wet heat surrounding your cock, driving in as deep as you can. She feels so wonderful and warm you don't want to ever leave and her slow grinding and squeezing around your cock doesn't help, her leg wrapping tighter around you. With a great effort, you pull your hips back, immediately slamming back in, letting out a soft sigh. Dragging yourself back is a herculean task and with one last thrust in, you let Ms. Fortuna's leg fall and she immediately locks it around your waist.
Held tight in her embrace, you can only thrust shallowly as Ms. Fortuna squeezes you, milking your cock and smiling up at you, her green hair splayed out underneath her. "That's a good boy, let it all out..." she whispers, pulling your face close and running her tongue along your ear. Your hips hammer quickly before you clench your eyes shut, burying your face in Ms. Fortuna's breasts and cumming deep inside. Her legs squeeze you tighter and she holds a hand on the back of your head as you fill her completely, softly encouraging you. "That's it... give it to me..." her arms wrap gently around you and she rubs your back as you finally come down from your orgasm. Kissing the top of your head, she rolls you onto your back and sits up on top of you, keeping you inside. "I hope you're ready for round 2" she teases, rocking her hips. Placing her hands on your chest, she raises and drops her waist, riding you steadily to keep you hard. Letting your head fall back into the pillows, you turn it to the side and see something leaning in through the doorway. It looks like a turtle wearing a shotgun shell, but it dips away before you can say anything. Ms. Fortuna's hips slap against yours as she bounces on top of you, her nails digging into your skin snapping your attention back to the bombshell riding you. Bringing your hands to her waist, you guide her along your cock as she brings her own hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly.
The pressure on your neck increases as does the speed of Ms. Fortuna's hips, and you see spots as she leans down to kiss you. You can feel her breasts pressing into your chest as her grip forces your mouth open, gasping for air but quickly cut off by her tongue pushing past your lips. Your senses fail as you feel her hips slam down, vision turning black and the sound of blood pounding through your head as she grinds hard, moaning into your mouth. Gripping her wrist, you arch your back, cumming inside her a second time. Your own cum drips onto your skin as you overflow her canal, her body milking you for all you're worth. Slowly, the vice around your neck releases and you take a deep breath, still shaking from the orgasm rocking you. Her hand falls on your cheek and she runs her thumb along your bottom lip as she looks down at your panting form. "I might keep you" she muses, pushing her thumb into your mouth as you suck on it softly.
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