Addicted to the taste of mature pussy

Having read several of the stories on this site, I thought I'd add my own experience. You might be forgiven for thinking this is just a young man's fantasy but I assure you it really happened, albeit fifteen years ago.

Back in 1990, I started work as a Management Trainee in a four star London hotel. My training schedule mean't I had to spend three months at a time in various departments, getting an overall view into the running of a busy hotel. My first period was spent at the porters desk where I had a good laugh with the lads that worked there. The porters desk adjoined the reception desk where I was to spend my next three months, and which was run by a fearsome German Reception Manager called Ingrid. She was in her fifties, quite plain to look at, and with her hair always tied up in a severe bob. She ruled the reception with a rod of iron and the female receptionists (and some of the porters) were terrified of her. As she passed by, Ingrid would often tell me she'd show me what hard work was when I eventually transferred to her department, so I wasn't looking forward to my time there.

When I did move to reception, I was the only male there which I thought was going to be great, until I discovered that most of them had husbands or boyfriends, so no joy there. From my first day there Ingrid made life hard for me. Using me to run various errands or carry out menial tasks, or picking fault if I made mistakes. I couldn't wait for my three month period to end so I could move on and away from her clutches.

After a couple of weeks Ingrid told me that part of my daily tasks would be to accompany her to check several of the executive suites that we had in the hotel. This was to make sure the suites had been properly serviced and fresh flowers placed in them etc. We went up to the first suite and she showed me how to do the checks properly using a list and clipboard. As we went up in the lift to the second suite, Ingrid started to chat which surprised me because she wasn't known to make casual small talk. She asked how I was getting on and she said she was sorry if she'd seemed hard on me, but she'd wanted to see what I was made off.

As we entered the suite, I was still in some surprise that Ingrid had started chatting. As I completed the checklist, I was aware of her watching me which I found a bit uncomfortable. As I continued, she slowly walked over and started kissing me. Gently at first, then with more passion, her tongue exploring my mouth. Overcoming my surprise, I started responding as any hot blooded male would do, and for several minutes we just stood there kissing passionately.

As my crotch started stirring, I got braver and slid my hand under her jacket and groped one of her full breasts through her silk blouse, feeling a hard nipple through the material of her bra. Moaning softly as we kissed, she began to unbutton her blouse and pull it open revealing a very full chest encased in a white bra. As I pulled away from our embrace, I massaged her breasts, licking her cleavage as she held my head and stroked my hair. Pulling one of the straps of her bra down, I released her left breast to reveal a massive swollen nipple which I immediately clamped my lips around and started sucking hard, making her moan louder as I nursed her breast like a baby.

After a couple of minutes of this, she whispered in my ear that we didn't have much time, and to fetch a towel from the bathroom, which I did. She placed the towel on the large armchair in the room, then looking me in the eye, she told me that she didn't fuck anyone but her husband, or suck anybody else's cock, but "I love having my pussy eaten and it's yours if you want?"

With my boss standing in front of me, her blouse open to reveal her breasts hanging out of her bra, and my cock throbbing like crazy, who was I to refuse such an offer, so I just nodded and moved over to her, where we started kissing again, tongues entwined and exploring each other's mouth. At the same time, my hands which had been roaming all over her bum, started to pull her skirt up around her waist. As she pulled away I saw she had on black stockings, and a very sodden looking pair of black lacy knickers.

As she stood before me, legs apart, her skirt around her waist, I knelt before my boss, and slowly pulled her knickers down over her nylon clad thighs, to reveal a hairy pussy, with large swollen labia, and glistening with juices. Mmn, it looked like a creamy dessert waiting to be eaten. As she stepped out of her knickers, Ingrid took them from me and turned them inside out to reveal the gusset, soaked through and stained white. Holding them to my mouth I saw she expected me to lick them so I eagerly ran my tongue along the damp lacy material, cleaning them as best I could.

Satisfied, Ingrid sat back into the armchair, and spread her legs wide over the arms, gently rubbing her pussy lips with one hand, while stroking her hard nipple with the other. God, what a horny bitch she was, as she stroked her swollen labia, her middle finger dipping into the slippery depths of her mature hole. As I moved forward on my knees, she pulled her finger from between her pussy lips and slid it into my mouth. Mmn, she tasted good. I licked and sucked her finger clean, then bent down till my nose and mouth were just inches from her steamy sex. I could smell how hot and turned on she was, and I watched as she used her fingers to pull her labia apart, revealing her slippery inner lips within.

Slowly, I licked up and down as she held her pussy open for me. She was moaning gently, and as I buried my tongue deep inside her snatch, she gasped loudly. Mmn, her pussy was soaking and I licked and sucked every inch as she held my head and pulled me inside, using my tongue as some sort of masturbation tool. I carried on for some minutes, slurping noisily as her juices continued to flow, soaking the towl. As my tongue found her juicy clit all swollen and red, her gasps increased as I tongued and sucked on that swollen bud.

All of a sudden, the grip on my head tightened, and she gasped again as she orgasmed hard, her pussy throbbing against my mouth, releasing a torrent of juice. I lapped up every drop, then dribbled it over her clit so I could lap it up all over again.

As she lay back, trying to recover, wiping some of her juices off my face, Ingrid looked at her watch and said again "we don't have much time. I have something else for you" Turning over she knelt in the chair with her bum in the air.
I licked my way along her nylon clad legs, then over her bare thighs, and started kissing and licking her bum cheeks. As I was doing this, Ingrid reached around and spread her plump bum cheeks wide apart, baring her brown puckered hole. I wasn't sure what she wanted for a minute, then realised she wanted me to lick her bum hole. Never having done such a thing before, I moved slowly forward and gently licked her crack. Not tasting anything untoward, I carried on, gently running my tongue up and down her crack, as Ingrid continued to hold her cheeks apart, muffled gasps coming from the chair.

I gently licked around the rim of her anus, only stopping as Ingrid slowly slipped her index finger into the brown hole, then brought it out for me to lick clean. Again, it tasted sooo good so I quickly buried my tongue deep into her rectum, producing a large groan from Ingrid. Her sphincter was surprisingly loose, either from age, or use?
I was able to pile drive my tongue really deep as I took over from holding her bum cheeks apart, and Ingrid rubbed her clit to another noisy orgasm.

Cleaning ourselves up, we quickly made sure the room was as we left it, and Ingrid told me to carry on with the room checks alone. I did so, still in a state of shock about what had just taken place.

And that is how things continued for the next couple of months. Ingrid still continued to be the bitchy boss in reception, but during our daily room checks, changed into a boss on heat. However, sometimes she played weird games and would send me to do the room checks alone, without making any sexual advances, leaving me frustrated. The only clue I might have that anything was gong to happen would be when she sent me to the linen room to fetch a towel.

On the days she was in a sexy mood, the next half hour would be spent with my slurping on her mature hairy pussy and rimming her brown anus, while she writhed in the chair, still in her suit, gasping her way through several orgasms, almost drowning me with her juices as she held my head in place and masturbated her clit against my tongue. She always looked the most horny when she would drop her skirt, barig her hairy pussy hole, and stand there wearing her black stockings while still continuing to wear her suit jacket. We always had to make sure the door was double locked against any visiting room maids, and that her gasps and groans weren't too loud.

One day, she came into work late, and then told me to start the room checks straight away, and to fetch a towel at the same time. I waited in the room with my cock throbbing, and when she joined me she said she had a little present for me.
When she laid back in the chair and spread her stocking clad legs wide, I saw her pussy was soaking, and her labia glistening. As I buried my tongue in her hole, I found her pussy tasted slightly different and much more slippery. As I slurped away, I realized that it was her husband's cum that I was eating as well as as her juices. Instead of recoiling, I was strangly turned on that I was cleaning my boss's pussy after she'd had a morning fuck with her hubby, and I licked and slurped till there was nothing left.

Before I knew it my three months were up and it was time to move onto banqueting. Ingrid an I never got together again. On my last day, we went upstairs and I made an extra good job of eating her out, and giving her rectum an extra good tongue washing. She rewarded me with a long lingering goodbye kiss. In all that time, Ingrid had never so much as touched my cock so I was left quite frustrated, but it was also an incredible turn on too.

Since that time, I'm addicted to the taste of mature pussy, but in fifteen years, I've only been lucky to find an handful of mature women willing to take me to their bed and let me feast on their willing pussy. So if you are in your fifties or sixties and would love a presentable young man with baby soft skin to eat your your pussy or rim your juicy anus for ages and ages, please please get in contact.