Creation Mage 6 Dante King (online e reader .txt) 📖

Her tits were glorious; full, heavy, natural-looking jugs that just cried out to be squeezed. In fact, if I was being totally candid, my first thought was how they’d perform under some strenuous titty-fucking.

“Now, the secret of these,” she said in quite a carefree manner, as my eyes feasted on the A-grade baps in front of me, “is fairy dust.”

“Fairy-fairy dust?” I stammered, trying to peel my eyes off the mature cans on display, but failing one hundred percent.

“Yes,” Aunt Ruth purred as she took a step toward me. “Fairy dust keeps them nice and perky. I take a line of fairy dust in the morning and then rub a special lotion onto them in the evening.”

She touched a finger to her lip like a woman who had just recalled something. “Now that I mention it, that lotion is on the shelf just behind you. Perhaps you’d be a dear and help me with it, hm?”

Her hands came up to knead her breasts together. Her fingers and thumbs rolled her large nipples so that they began to stiffen, even in the warm air of the bathroom.

There was just no way that me, or any man like me, would be able to resist that sort of offer. A snowman had a better chance at surviving a shift as a firefighter than I did at resisting the temptation moving closer and closer to me in that bathroom.

I looked behind me and found the bottle of lotion that the advancing cougar had mentioned, sitting on a shelf over the toilet. I reached for it with a slightly trembling hand. When I turned back, Aunt Ruth was standing right behind me.

“Sit,” she commanded and forced me down so that I was sitting on the closed toilet. Then she knelt in front of me with her enormous jugs still hanging out of her open robe.

“That lotion is not going to apply itself, Mr. Mauler,” she purred, tilting her head back so that I had an unencumbered view of her cans.

I squirted some of the lotion into my hand, dropped the bottle, and reached for the gorgeous older woman’s boobs. I slathered the cream over them, greasing them up until they were as slick and slippery as any pair of tits that had experienced a Nuru massage.

I ran my thumbs over the big, flat nipples, tracing circles around them, lapping them like a tiny little ice-skater might go around a frozen pond. Under my touch, they began to stiffen even more.

I took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched them softly. I squeezed her tits hard, and then clamped her nipples in my fingers and twisted them gently, tugging at them as I did so.

A heavy sigh escaped Aunt Ruth, and she caught my eye and shot me a smile.

“Take out your cock, Mr. Mauler,” she said with a firm but polite authority.

I did as I was told. Her nipples were fully erect now, which was fitting because so was I.

My prick was twitching with anticipation.

“We don’t have much time,” Aunt Ruth said in a husky voice, “but allow me to treat you to a bit of Chaosbane hospitality.”

The older woman leaned forward, pressing her slippery, oily jugs together, and engulfed my cock between them. Then, slowly, she began massaging my dick between them, rubbing up and down in the best titty-fuck I had ever experienced.

It was more than just a titty-fuck. It was the Rolls Royce of titty-fucks. The pacing, the pressure, and the look that Aunt Ruth gave me while she pleasured me were all perfect.

I moaned softly as the cougar slowly but surely picked up her pace. The feel of her oily, creamy tits around my cock was unreal. Indescribable. But it wasn’t just the feel that was turning me on so much. It was the blistering, sultry gaze Aunt Ruth was giving me; the look of a woman who was loving what she was doing and grateful to be doing it.

The only sounds were my labored breathing, the occasional moan from Aunt Ruth, and the sloppy squishing sound of the older woman’s knockers as they massaged my pecker.

“That’s it, Mr. Mauler,” Aunt Ruth urged me as my balls began to tingle. “Cover my chest in that Creation Mage cum. There’s only one thing better than fairy-dust lotion for these boobs of mine, and that is it.”

It only took a few more quick strokes to send me over the edge. I bucked into Aunt Ruth’s tits, reaching out to curl my fingers through her auburn hair, as I spurted my load between her cans, up her throat, and even over her chin.

Aunt Ruth moaned like the filthiest of whores, her tongue flicking out to try and taste my jizz. She carried on jacking me off, making sure to catch every last drop of my seed between her jugs, until my nuts were completely drained.

“That a boy, Mr. Mauler. That a boy. Thank you. Thank you very much, indeed,” she said, slapping my prick against her tits and smearing my cum across her chest.

I tried to say something, but found that words had failed me for the present. The sight of the mature woman kneeling in front of me, like she was worshipping my cock, was pretty fucking fantastic. I could tell that I’d be revisiting this little episode in my daydreams.

With a burst of comparatively cooler air, the door to the bathroom was kicked open and Leah Chaosbane was revealed in the open doorway. She was breathing hard, as if she had run up the stairs.

“Aunt Ruth!” she cackled, eyeing my wilting cock and Aunt Ruth’s cum-covered knockers, “I knew you were up to no good. You and I are too much alike. Great minds and all that...”

I’d have thought that Aunt Ruth would have been more