Night Queen

"You're still dressed, Alex?" Her husky voice cut through the silence as silk slid off her shoulders, revealing smooth breasts with dark, already-hard nipples. I turned from the railing, and my cock twitched in my jeans. Elena stood a step away, wet hair clinging to her collarbones, droplets glistening on her skin. The Queen. Thirty-eight, divorced, used to being in charge. Four weeks I'd pretended not to notice her stares at the gym. Now she'd brought me to the "Sea Crown" herself, calling it an "intensive course." A pretext. She ran a finger down my chest, lingered on my nipple. "Deal's simple: this means nothing," she breathed, but her eyes had gone dark. "Just a release."

I pulled off my t-shirt. Her gaze slid down my abs, lower. "Lie down," I said.

"Giving orders?" She smiled, untying her sash. Silk fell. Underneath—nothing. Smooth skin, heavy breasts, a narrow waist, hips that made my mouth go dry. She lay back, arms above her head, legs slightly parted. "Well then, coach? Gonna stare? Or show me what I'm paying for?"

I moved to her, kneeling between her legs. Ran my palms up her inner thighs—skin hot and slightly damp. Elena exhaled when my fingers touched her smooth pussy. She was already soaked. I dragged my middle finger along her swollen lips, found her clit, and started slow circles.

"Oh, fuck…" she whispered, arching. "Don't rush… I want to feel every second."

I leaned down and licked her. Ran my tongue from her entrance up, wrapped my lips around her clit, and started sucking. Elena grabbed my hair—not hard, but demanding.

"Yes… just like that… deeper with your tongue, coach… can you feel how I'm dripping?"

I could. Her juice was thick, sweet-salty. I shoved my tongue inside her pussy, fucking her with it while my thumb kept working her clit. She started moaning softly, thighs trembling. I added a second finger, slid them in to the knuckles, and began curling, searching for that spot.

"There… yes, fuck, right there!" She gasped. "Don't stop… I'm close…"

But I stopped. Pulled my fingers out, rose, and stood over her. My cock was rock hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Elena looked up at it with that queenly expression—arrogant and hungry at once.

"You want me to suck it?" she asked, almost a whisper.

"Yeah," I said.

She sat up, wrapped her hand around my thick shaft, and ran her tongue along the full length, from balls to tip. Then took me in her mouth. Deep. Immediately. I felt the head hit the back of her throat, and she didn't even gag. Elena started moving her head, slurping loudly, drooling. One hand kneaded my balls, the other stroked the base of my cock.

"Suck harder," I breathed, gripping her wet hair.

She looked up at me and swallowed me even deeper. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. I couldn't hold back and started fucking her mouth lightly. She moaned, the vibration running through my entire cock.

After a couple minutes, I pulled out, slick with her spit.

"Get on your stomach. I want you from behind."

Elena turned, got on all fours, arched her back. Her round, perfect ass was right in front of me. I ran the head along her wet slit, parted her lips, and slowly—very slowly—pushed in all the way. She was tight, hot, and impossibly wet.

"O-oh… so deep…" she groaned, gripping the pillow.

I started moving. Slow at first, feeling every inch of her pussy. Then faster. The room filled with sound—the slap of our bodies, her moans, my heavy breathing. I grabbed her hair, pulled her back, forcing her to arch harder.

"Say it," I demanded. "Tell me what you need."

"Fuck me harder…" she gasped. "Deeper, Alex… I want to feel you in my cervix… fuck your queen…"

I sped up. My balls slapped against her clit. She started trembling. I shoved my hand under her and rubbed her clit fast, never stopping the pounding.

"I'm gonna—fuck—I'm coming!" she nearly screamed.

Her pussy clenched around my cock in powerful spasms. She convulsed, and hot liquid burst from her—a squirt I hadn't expected. The sheets under us were instantly soaked. I kept fucking her through her orgasm until she started begging:

"Cum inside me… please… fill me with your cum…"

I couldn't hold back. Grabbed her hips and drove in one last time, as deep as I could. Hot streams blasted inside her. I growled, feeling my cum flood her pussy, spilling back out and running down her thighs.

We collapsed onto the bed. She turned to face me, breathing hard. On her lips—a satisfied, slightly tired smile.

"This still means nothing?" she asked quietly, tracing a finger down my chest.

I looked at her—disheveled, mascara smeared, my cum dripping from her pussy—and answered honestly:

"It means something now. And you know it, Queen."

She laughed a low, throaty laugh, pressed against me, and whispered:

"Then let's do it again… but on the balcony this time. The sea's especially loud tonight."