Her Son’s Roommate Turns Her Business Trip into an Erotic Journey

I’m a forty-three-year-old married woman who works for a large corporation. Recently my boss informed me that I was being sent on a two-week business trip to San Francisco. I was looking forward to it, as between working and raising three children I had very little time to myself. While I’d be busy during the day, the evenings would be mine, and I planned on enjoying myself to the fullest.

When Steve, my oldest son, who had recently graduated from college, found out where I was going, he became very interested and started asking me about my flight and when I would get there. I found his interest very curious, but I put it out of my mind as I started packing.

When I arrived at the airport I received a text saying that my ride was waiting for me at one of the gates. This was a surprise, as no one in the company had informed me I would be picked up at the airport. However, when I got there I discovered it was not a company car that was waiting for me, but Clint, my son’s old roommate from college.

Now, Clint is a very handsome and charming young man, and we had hit it off from the first time Steve introduced us two years before, but I’d had no idea that he had moved out to the coast after graduating. Upon seeing me he said I looked stunning and embraced me in a way that was far more intimate than one would normally expect from her son’s roommate.

At that point I suddenly recalled a conversation I had overheard between my husband and my son while Steve was still in college. He had mentioned that he was a bit envious of Clint, as he always seemed to have a beautiful woman in his bed, and at least part of the reason seemed to be that he was extremely well endowed. But I quickly pushed that thought from my mind.

When I asked Clint what he was doing there, he said that Steve had called and told him I was coming to town and had asked him to keep an eye on me. I assured him that I was a big girl and didn’t need looking after, but he said that as long as I was there, he intended to see that I enjoyed myself.

He drove me to the hotel where I was staying and helped me unpack my things, and once I was settled in, he informed me that he meant to take me to dinner that evening. Since it was a Saturday, I asked him if he wouldn’t prefer spending it with a pretty young thing instead of the mother of a friend. He scoffed, saying he was eager to catch up on old times, and added that I shouldn’t sell myself short, as I could give any younger woman a run for her money. He certainly knew how to make a woman feel good, and I found myself actually looking forward to having dinner with this handsome young man.

After Clint left I went through the clothes I had brought, but I couldn’t find anything I felt was right for the occasion. I went out to the nearest clothing store, intending to buy something nice but conservative; but as I headed for the register, I spotted a tight little number that was high on the leg and would show a good portion of my 36C bosom. My husband would never have approved of me wearing something so flashy, but he wasn’t there, so I figured why not, and purchased it.

When Clint came back to pick me up, he stared for a second. For a moment I thought I had embarrassed myself; but then he whistled and said that his earlier statement had been wrong—I would beat any younger woman outright. I felt a surge of delight at the compliment and was surprised at the effect this young man’s words had on my self-esteem—and on my libido.

The restaurant was elegant, the meal was delicious, and I had a lot more to drink than usual. I was having a wonderful time with my son’s former roommate, and it felt almost as though we were on a date, in spite of our age difference. I could understand why so many girls had been drawn to him, even aside from his supposedly generous physical endowment.

After dinner Clint invited me to go dancing at a nearby club. I hadn’t been dancing for years, so I figured why not? I ended up both dancing and drinking a lot. The dancing got pretty heated, and I found myself rather wantonly pressing my breasts against him as he ground his body into mine. I definitely noticed something hard poking against my belly as we danced, which got me very hot and bothered. Clint seemed to be enjoying himself, and I wasn’t too surprised when he suggested we leave the club and go to his place for a nightcap.

A part of me knew I should go back to my hotel, but instead I heard myself eagerly accepting his invitation. So we went to his place. We were barely through the door before he pressed me against the wall and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. It literally left me weak in the knees.

After a minute Clint broke off the kiss and boldly pulled down the top of my dress, freeing my breasts. “You’ve been shoving these things in my face all night,” he said hoarsely. “Now I’m going to take what you’ve been offering.” And with that he began sucking on my tits, sucking hard, as though he were trying to devour them. I heard myself moaning as he tongued my now-stiff nipples and covered my breasts with love bites.

Then he stopped and began removing his clothes. When he pulled down his underwear, my jaw dropped. If anything, Steve had understated things. My own husband’s cock is eight inches long, but it was dwarfed by Clint’s tool, which was not only much longer, but thicker as well.

At that point I lost any control I might have exerted, and I sank to my knees and took that cock in my mouth. I started off slowly, working my lips and tongue all along the length of the shaft and the head before taking it down my throat as far as it could go. Of course I couldn’t hope to get the whole thing down, but Clint seemed impressed, telling me he had always thought I’d be a great cocksucker, and I was proving him right. That spurred me on to try even harder, and I managed to gulp down another inch or so.

It wasn’t long before he gave a hoarse cry and released a real gusher against the back of my throat. I tried swallowing as fast as I could, but my mouth was already so stuffed that some of the sperm spilled out, dribbling down my chin and onto my breasts.

Clint pulled out of my mouth then and finished stripping me. He carried me to his bed, laid me on my back, then buried his face between my legs and went to work. God, that man could eat pussy! He drove me wild with desire, but held back enough to keep me from getting off. It was like some exquisite torture.

Finally Clint got on top of me, but instead of sticking his cock in, he ran it up and down the outside of my pussy, driving me even wilder. Then he started talking about how he had wanted to nail me from the first time Steve had introduced us. He was sure he could have managed it if he could have gotten me alone, but I had always been with other people, which left him horny and frustrated. Now it was my turn to suffer, he said, and I was going to have to beg for it.

And I did. I pleaded with him in a way I had never done with any man. That seemed to satisfy him, and he sank his cock partway into me. I was so wired that I came instantly. Clint laughed and said I had to be one horny lady to come before he was fully inside me. He then added that he was now going to give me the fucking of my life.

With that he began to push forward, slowly impaling me on the length of his massive rod. The way he stretched me was indescribable. I had given birth to three children, but he was making me feel like a virgin. I’d had no idea what a really big cock could do to me until that point.

Once he was all the way inside, he began to piston back and forth, getting me still more fired up than before. In no time at all I was climaxing again, harder than I ever had in my life. I actually had tears in my eyes from the intensity of it all.

Once I stopped coming, I loosened up enough for Clint to give it to me at a much faster pace. The mattress squeaked as he thrust into me, and before I knew it, I was coming yet again, just as hard as before. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had three climaxes in one fuck session, and Clint was still pounding away. He kept moving harder and harder, making the headboard slam up against the wall. As he kept up the pace, he began to talk, telling me I could handle cock better than any other woman he had been with. His words made me hotter than ever, and incredibly I climaxed for a fourth time, screaming with joy as he shot into me, and I was filled with sperm other than my husband’s for the first time in twenty years.

As I lay there catching my breath, Clint sat up and pointed at his lap. He didn’t need to say a word; I crouched over him and eagerly sucked on his cock, looking up from time to time to see him watching me with approval. That spurred me on to suck him more furiously, until he was fully hard again. At that point he had me get on all fours. He slipped his cock into my pussy from behind a few times, then pulled out and spread my ass cheeks.

While I had had anal sex with my husband from time to time, Clint’s monster cock made it a whole new experience. I was gasping and clutching at the sheets as he slowly penetrated me. He had to stop a few times, reaching around to play with my pussy to relax me before slipping more of his dick up my backside. But his patience paid off, and at last I felt his hips pressing against my backside. He congratulated me then on being the first woman to take his full length up her ass. I could definitely believe that one!

Then he began to shuttle his cock back and forth, while continuing to play with my pussy, and it wasn’t long before he had me coming as powerfully as before. He then leaned forward, grabbed on to my tits, and began banging my ass as hard as he had my pussy. I howled through multiple orgasms for I don’t know how long, but it finally ended with him filling my ass with his sperm. I was a sweating, gasping mess by then, and I finally passed out on the bed.

The next morning we picked up where we left off. Clint gave me a tour of his apartment, which consisted mostly of him fucking me on nearly every piece of furniture in the place. After that he told me that he wanted me to stay at his place so he could fuck me whenever he wanted, and I could be his personal sex toy. That sounded like a slice of heaven to me, as I was now hooked on his huge cock and his possessive manner.

Clint went back with me to my hotel to pick up my things. As I was packing, Alan, my husband, called to see how things were going. When Clint realized who it was, he got me out of my clothes and onto the bed, and began fucking me. At one point Alan asked if I had run in to Clint yet. At that moment my legs were over Clint’s shoulders as he pounded away like there was no tomorrow. I somehow managed to tell Alan that I had, and that he was introducing me to all sorts of interesting things in San Francisco. Alan said it was good to know that I was in capable hands. I resisted the urge to tell him just how capable they were, and I cut the conversation short, hanging up just in time so he wouldn’t hear my uncontrollable scream of climax.

Well, from that day on, whenever I wasn’t working, I was at Clint’s, getting stuffed with cock. He was both imaginative and insatiable, fucking me in ways I had never dreamed of. He also took dozens of photos of me in lewd poses, both naked and dressed in lingerie. He videotaped us having sex, racking up enough tape to start our own miniseries. When we went out he had me dress like a slut and frequently fucked me in public places. He even had me perform on amateur night at a local strip club and then screwed me in the VIP room in front of a dozen guys.

For the first week Clint kept me to himself, but after that he started sharing me with his friends. It started off with one, but quickly became five or six. Not only did I not protest, but I also soon found that the more men I fucked the hotter I got. When Clint saw how much I enjoyed being gangbanged, he had me dress up like a hooker and took me back to the hotel, where I was still registered. There were a lot of out-of-town businessmen in the lounge, looking for a good time, and Clint got several of them together and took them up to my room, where they each handed him a large amount of cash before spending the next few hours fucking the hell out of me.

Time passed far too quickly, and before I knew it I had to fly back home, more than a little disappointed that my sexual adventure was at an end.

Last week, however, I received a bit of good news. Steve told me that Clint had called him, saying that he was feeling nostalgic and that he was thinking of coming to our town for a couple of weeks to visit. Upon hearing that, I insisted he stay at our place, in appreciation for how well he had taken care of me during my trip to the coast. So it was all arranged, and you can bet I plan on being one accommodating hostess!

—S.R., Muncie, Indiana