I love juicy cocks

He was in the bedroom of Mrs. Grey, who was at least twice his age; he couldn't believe what was actually unfolding. The king size bed was covered in gleaming ivory satin linens, and the lights were purposefully turned down to create a seductive atmosphere. A dazzling, sparkly lap dance pole was positioned in front of the bed. The door opened and a shadowy figure entered the room gently and pleasantly before he could respond to the knock on the door. The young boy saw the silhouette of an hourglass, a tall woman with long, slender legs that were curvy and well-toned. Her back was covered in beautifully wavy golden hair. She was dressed in a long, tight-fitting, glittering black robe. This situation was made even more intriguing by his impression that this woman was old enough to be his mother.

She loosened the belt of her outfit in a teasing and sensual manner as she walked up to the pole, Mrs. Grey could feel his eyes greedily glancing across her body with each step, and she loved it! Her clothing collapsed piece-by-piece into a heap on the floor behind her as she slowly stripped it from her body, giving her entertainment for the night even more ogle over.

She leaned up against the pole and ran her fingers over it. She placed her index finger in her lips, softly sucked, and then opened her mouth just a little to purposefully display her tongue. She stretched both of her arms up the pole as she carefully pulled her finger out, emphasizing the swell of her ample breasts. She bent her right knee, pointing the toe downward, and gently stroked the pole with her thigh. Now that her legs were spread apart, it was clear how her luscious pussy was rubbing up against her lacy black thong. She carefully rubbed her pussy against the upright pole while sliding her hands down the pole and arching her head. Within a split second, she was continuously thrusting at the pole with her pussy as if it were a juicy cock.

He started rubbing his crotch while picturing the pole as his dick. His cock's growing strain inside his pants felt amazing. She lowered herself slowly and parted her legs widely. She placed her finger between her pussy lips under her thong. She gave it a brief twist and then took it out coated in liquid, sucking it as though it were the rim of his enormous penis. She turned around and knelt down on all fours, exposing her wide, firm butt cheeks with the black thong snugly wedged between them. She was drenched and her clit was aching. She lasciviously raised her ass in the air before slapping her hips, leaving red handprints behind. In spite of the fact that Harry had fucked many girls, none of them had been this fun because they were all 'girls', none of them could be considered a woman in the sense of Mrs Grey was. She rose to her knees, turned around, and started to grip her enormous tits, which were by far the biggest Harry had ever seen in real life. 

He was massaging his hard, fully erect hand precum-oozing cock with his hand tucked inside his pants. He swiftly undid his pants' buttons to release them and enjoyed the thrill of his own eagerness as he rubbed himself.

She slowly got up and encircled the pole with her legs while her pussy once more moved in a satisfying friction. She alternated between crouching with her powerful ass outstretched and rising again while licking her lips in response to the sensation of cold, solid metal gliding on her clit. After witnessing his youthful, tight, leaping cock, she was clearly enjoying herself. As she sensed the beginning of her orgasm, she jumped up and down more quickly. Because of all the rubbing and tormenting, her clit was red and swollen. Because it was so sensitive, just the slightest touch would send her into a frenzy. Her hair, which swung away from her back and glistened in the low light, was slanted back. As she pretended to tease the boy's cock and suck the precum from his slit, she moved her head up and began licking the pole. Harry had also begun wanking more forcefully. He was going to lose his nuts. She knelt down once more, this time facing him, squeezed her left breast, pointed the nipple to her mouth, and grinned while licking it. With her other hand, she was now masturbating while repeatedly fucking her wet pussy. but halted just as she neared. She rose and grabbed Harry's hands. His cock was hurting, and it would have been sheer torment to be denied pleasure in this way when he was so near to getting it. He could feel the moisture on his thighs as she now sat on his lap. He was still holding his hands. She adored hearing him groan in pain. 

“This is your punishment for not doing your assignment on time young man”, she whispered into his right ear. Her tight nipple had touched him and he could feel its pointiness even through his shirt. This only increased the thirst and he let out another moan followed by a cry,

“Please Mrs. Grey, please let me finish this”, he sounded so innocent.

Under her, his tormented body was shifting, and the friction it produced gave her great pleasure. When Harry's moan finally subsided, she stood up and shoved a vibrating dildo up her ass and another one inside her vagina. She was massaging her pussy vigorously as she lay on the bed in front of him with her legs apart. She started to groan and whine in a matter of seconds. She couldn't understand what was harder to handle, the vibrations or the sight of this charming young lad pulling on his enormous cock in her room. Her stomach tightened as she noticed the boy wanking more quickly now, both of their hearts pulsing and ready to burst. She opened her mouth as her breathing became louder and her eyes began to roll back. Her breathing gradually evolved into a loud, continuous groan. Harry lost control as well, squirting his cum all over his pants.

Coming down from her high, she lifted her head up to look at his face and smiled at how adorable he looked with flushed cheeks and panting like a little puppy. The sight of him in this state had her in almost too much glee for her to contain, but she managed to hold it back. Still, seeing his reaction to this evening was enough of a sign that she needed more, and she gave him the words he must have so desperately been wanting to hear.

“Come back tomorrow and we’ll get started from where we left”.

The look on his face as she spoke was priceless, how he perked up with excitement, and how she could imagine all of the way she was going to expose him to her deepest desires. Whether he knew it or not, there wouldn’t be many days where he wasn’t going to be staggering back from her place, his balls aching after being drained completely by her.