She had to be almost 50. A late bloomer. These were usually the very career driven women. Too busy with their lives to think about having kids until it was almost too late. They had to get special permits showing genetic, mental and physical fitness to have a baby at that age. She was pretty hot, a bit tall but hey, variety is the spice of life. She showed him in.
“Can we talk first?” She asked.
“Sure” he said with a smile “what kind of experience are you looking for today?”
“I just want to ride you while I watch porn and use the vibrator on my clit. I guess I wanted to talk now because I don’t even want to know that you’re there. Don’t want you to touch me, just lay down and let me do everything. You can cum on command right?”
He nodded because it was true.
“Well anyways I will give you a heads up then make sure I grind down on you while I’m coming. I know how important getting it deep is.”
He nodded again. She looked at him for a minute then smiled.
“You’re doing great so far” she said.
They stripped in the bedroom and he lay down on the bed, penis erect and lightly lubricated. She reverse cowgirl him and faced the big screen. Hot lesbian group sex, surprise, surprise. She started vibrating her clit. It was a few minutes and after he felt the first drip of her wetness on his cock that she finally started easing down on him. Nice, warm grip moved up and down his shaft. She was having a harder and harder time maintaining her rhythm.
“Gonna cum soon” she said and sure enough she ground down deep onto him. He could feel his cock pass into that sweet spot and he let himself go. Bit his fist to keep from making any noise. She got off of him and rolled to the other side of the bed.
“Thanks” she said without looking at him.
He nodded and got up to go.
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Did it hurt to be used? Sometimes. But it was the nature of their society and what allowed him a nice life style and, you know, life in general. And, from what he heard of the old days, sex was fairly infrequent for some men. Something to have on a special occasion rather than something that enriched daily life. When he retired he had a few options, most likely go live in an assisted living community and make the rounds. Keeping whichever old ladies wanted him happy while continuing his own research. Maybe finish writing his book. He hoped that men would not go extinct but couldn’t help but wonder if one day their freedoms would be stripped entirely and their cum sucked from them like the automatic milkers that fed on the teats of mother cows. No, he liked this way much better.
every two is not one
