Joan's Birthday Wish

Joan hopped in her Toyota. It had several empty cups of coffee but the smell lingered. She was on her way to see Ricardo, her first date in years and a man twenty-six years her junior. For the first time in years, this lonely, aging office worker had hope.

Throughout the ride there were a few PING!s on her phone that she didn't check. Joan plugged the address he gave her into her GPS and drove cautiously and defensively. The destination was a split-level house in a comfortable suburban neighborhood. She checked her messages on the dating app.

'heyyy park on the street'

'come round back'

'im in the basement ;)'

Joan did as she was told. She always did. There was an unexpected fence, but it was only a few feet high. Still, Joan had put on some weight over the past few years so hopping it was a little difficult. Unfortunately it was left locked. Joan wedged one of her high heels into a hole in the fence. She jumped up and swung the other leg over. The momentum was too much. Her leg dragged her over the top of the fence where her pantyhose snagged on loose wiring. They tore at the crotch down to the middle of the thigh. It was not a big tear - no loose fabric hanging - but still noticeable. Joan walked across the grass lawn, her cheap heels slightly sinking in the dirty. She found the glass door entrance in the back and knocked.

Ricardo looked and held up a finger signaling her to wait. He wore a headset and was playing an online first-person shooter video game. The basement was decorated in neon signs and posters of action movies and supermodels. After three more minutes, Ricardo got up and came to the door. He unlocked it and slid it open.

"Holy shit," he said. "You look so fucking hot."

Joan blushed. "Thank you."

"Come in! Come in." He stepped aside and gestured.

"Shoes off or..."

Ricardo checked out her heels. "Definitely on. Damn, you're like a real woman. No girls my age be wearing that shit." He himself wore a loose t-shirt, grey sweatpants and white socks.

"Sorry. I didn't have time to change out of my office clothes."

"No! That's good. I like it. Like a sexy secretary or some shit." Ricardo sat back down on the couch. "Hey you want anything to drink?"

"Do you have any coffee?"

"Don't think so. I gotta bunch of energy drinks in the fridge upstairs. Can you get me one too? Thanks."

"Sure." Joan walked up the carpeted stairs.

Ricardo checked her out from behind as he slid his headset back on. The sounds of her heels clicking across the floor upstairs started to get him hard under his sweatpants. "Ok guys I'm back in the game."

Joan quickly found the kitchen to the left. Inside the fridge were three cases of energy drinks in tall cans. And two more cases of lemon seltzer. She grabbed two cans of energy drinks. Before heading back down she looked around the upper level some more. All the lights were out and it was only 8pm. She went back downstairs.

"Do you have any roommates?"

"No." His mind was focused on the game.

Joan held out a can. "I got-"

"Hang on someone's talking to me. One sec, June. You can sit down." Ricardo grabbed the can and dropped it to his side.

Joan sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. Out of the corner of his eye, Ricardo could see the tear in her pantyhose. His sweatpants began to tent with his erection. Joan watched it grow. She cracked open the can and gulped down the drink.

Ricardo's character died. "Shit! No, I'm just distracted!"

"It's ok-"

"I'm back. Where are you guys?"

It took Joan some time to finally figure out that Ricardo couldn't multitask his conversations.

He reunited with his squad and killed an enemy player. "I'm good. Yeah, I'm just distracted. I got a girl over. No, she's on the other side of the couch. I dunno." Ricardo looked at Joan for a second. He rubbed his hard cock. Then put his hand back on the controller and returned to the screen.

Joan slid over the leather couch. Her pantyhose made a smooth sound as she did. She wrapped one arm around Ricardo's back and placed her hand over his lap. He bit his lip. Joan moved her hand over the sweatpants, tracing the shape of the hard dick. Unlike Bill, her terrible date from years ago, this dick surged with a youthful energy.

"Fuck yeah!" Ricardo moaned out.

Joan wasn't sure if it was her doing or his latest kill.

"Go under," he said.

Joan slid her hand beneath his underwear. His boxers were already wet with pre-cum.

"I'm underground now. Where are you guys?"

She gripped his hard cock. It was almost twice the size of Bill's. Joan started to get wet the thought of it entering her. It would be like being impaled.

"Go down!"

Joan took her arm out from around him and pulled down his pants and underwear.

Ricardo did a little wiggle to assist. With his pants at his knees, Ricardo's dick shot out from his lap. Flopping up and down a few times and finally settling.

Joan could fit about half of it in her mouth.

"Get it all!"

Joan took him out of her mouth and held onto the shaft as she licked up and down all sides of it. She then used a combo of hand movements and blowing motions to work all parts of it.

"I'm almost there!"

Joan kicked her feet up on the couch for a better angle. She took her wet hand away and placed it on Ricardo's lap, covering a tattoo that said 'Warrior' in cursive. Her main move now was to go as deep as possible. She let it pass to the back of her throat. She tried not to gag or stop. The effort produced bubbles and saliva poured from her mouth. She tried to suck some of it back in and made loud slurping noises.

"I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Was he talking about the game? Joan soon found out. Ricardo's cock shot cum at the back of her throat. She pulled out reflexively.

"Aaagghhh!" he cried out. His legs shot out stiff and shaking. The controller trembled in his hands. He shot another load into the air, landing on the coffee table.

Joan went back down. She put her mouth over the tip and squeezed from the bottom sliding up. Ricardo shot more cum into her mouth. Joan pumped his cock, draining every last bit into her. He slowly stopped trembling and breathed heavily. By this point, Joan had moved some of the cum to her cheeks to contain it all. She tried to ask "Is there a bathroom down here?" But it just came out as:

"Do woo hawe a bawewoom dow hewe?"

Ricardo was still recovering. "Ohhh...fuck." The TV screen said 'Victory!'

Joan grabbed the two empty cans and went back up the stairs. There was surely a bathroom somewhere but she didn't have time to look at the moment. Back in the kitchen she placed the cans on the counter. She turned the sink on and let the cum dribble out of her mouth.

The fridge opened next to her. She hadn't heard anyone come in. It closed to reveal a very tired middle-aged woman in a fleece robe and slippers holding a can of lemon seltzer. The woman looked at Joan through half-open eyes. Joan spat out the last of the cum into the sink. The woman turned around and went down another hallway. Joan wiped her mouth with a paper towel and used her heel to open the foot lever of a trash can. She went back down the stairs.

"Ricardo, I thought you said you didn't have any roommates?"

"Everyone calls me Rico. And I don't. That's Ma. Don't worry. She won't bother us."

The guilt and shame of performing a sexual act on a mother's boy under her own roof hit Joan hard. She wanted to be alone and started heading to the basement door.

"Where are you going?" asked Rico.

"Home," said Joan.

"Why?"

"Don't you want to go to sleep now?"

"What do you mean?" Rico put the controller down. "Don't you want to fuck?"

Up to this point, the date had been just as bad as a disaster as the last one. When, four years ago, she received barely any pleasure herself. Getting another guy off and being humiliated by the others who saw. But now there was a chance to turn it around. It had been so many years since Joan was last satisfied by a man. She stepped away from the door and walked up to Rico. She kissed him slowly.

"Yeah. I do."

Rico's hands clawed up the rear of her skirt. He rubbed his palms over her plump, round ass and squeezed hard. Joan let out a little giggle. He picked her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around him, her heels clicking against each other behind his back. She half expected him to drop her because of the weight. But he held on. His muscles flexed against her as she kissed up and down his neck. Joan felt like a girl again. She felt small and light at being lifted off her feet. Rico carried her over to his bed: a mattress lying on the floor. He kneeled down and dropped her onto it.

Joan posed, reclining back with one knee up and the other leg extended. This provided an upskirt view of her white cotton panties beneath the sheer black pantyhose. Rico pulled his sweatpants down and stroked his hard cock.

"Fuck you look so fucking hot. You look like the MILF porn I fucking jerk off to."

"You...really like older woman?" She started unbuttoning her white blouse.

Rico moved his knees forward, still stroking with one hand. He rubbed Joan underneath her skirt over her clothes. "Fuck yeah I'm like obsessed. Classy, professional chicks squeezing their bodies into tight outfits and showing off their fucking tits and ass for everyone. Walking around in high heels all day."

"I'm mostly just sitting at my desk."

"No way you're an office babe? That's even hotter. I want you so fucking bad."

"Please take me." Joan leaned back and floated her arms on the mattress above her head. Her shirt was still on but unbuttoned, revealing a white plus-size bra underneath.

Rico grunted. He leaned forward and grabbed the crotch of her pantyhose, pulling and twisting. It tore open. Joan squealed with delight. Rico grabbed the front of her panties with his whole fist. His knuckles rested against her clit and the lips of her vagina. He held on to the panties like a rope, sliding up and down. One by one, his knuckles dipped slightly between her lips. Joan was flooded with moisture. She shut her eyes tight. Rico did this a few more times, his knuckles penetrating easier each time. Then he ripped the panties open with one hard motion. He leaned down and traced the same motion with the tip of his penis. Dragging it up and down, dipping in and out.

Joan pulled on him, trying to pull her into him. He resisted. This made Joan even more turned on. She pulled and pulled on him until finally he slowly entered, filling her with his entire dick. Joan spasmed and threw her hands in all directions. She grasped above and beside her for something to hold onto.

Rico put his hands in hers, interlocking fingers. Joan calmed her breaths and opened her eyes. They stared at each other as Rico gently moved in and out. His gold chain dragged across her breasts. The coldness contrasted the heat of their bodies.

Joan reached up for a kiss but could not reach. Rico leaned down and kissed her. She felt warm and full. The few small kisses turned to making out. Rico slid a hand up the back of her shirt and pulled her up towards him. He lifted her leg with the other hand. His thrusts were longer. Deeper. He unhooked the back of her bra with his fingers. It fell into her lap.

He dropped Joan back onto the mattress. Rico grabbed her by the waist and did a combination of pushing into her and pulling her towards him. This produced a loud slapping sound as skin smacked against skin. Joan's large breasts bounced up and down. Rico placed his hands over them. She let out a small moan. He used her tits to control the rhythm of their sex instead of her waist. She placed her hands on top of his, squeezing herself through him even harder.

All at once, he pulled out and removed his hands. Eyes still closed, Joan fumbled blindly grabbing for him. She only caught handfuls of air. Then Rico pushed her over to her side and pulled up on her hips. One high heel slipped off in the process. Now on her hands and knees, Joan looked back with big, desperate eyes. The way this plain-looking woman threw herself at him turned him on so much. Her business formal attire was scattered across his crumb-filled carpet.

Her face was forced down into the mattress. Rico held his hand over her face as he held onto her hip with the other. She bit down on his middle finger. He thrust harder.

Earlier, Joan was trying to stay quiet because she was ashamed to be here while Rico's "Ma" was still upstairs. Now she lost track of how much noise she was making. Joan was now wailing. Rico took his finger out of her teeth and covered her mouth with his hand. Her moans became stifled and she breathed heavily out of her nose. As Rico pounded away at her ass, her pantyhose split further and further. What, at first, was the slapping of skin on fabric became the slapping of skin against skin.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" growled Rico.

Joan's eyes shot open. She tried to talk but her mouth was still covered.

Rico removed his hand and stroked his dick. Joan flipped over as fast as she could. She opened her mouth and leaned forward to take the load in her mouth. She was too late. Rico pumped a huge load that shot her in the face as she rose. Some landed on her eye and she closed both of them. She was surprised when the next load landed in her wide open mouth. Thinking that was the end, Joan fluttered her eyes back open. One was held together at the top and bottom eyelashes by a string of cum. Another load came straight for her other eye. She closed them in time. The impact was still so unexpectedly forceful. Her head instinctually knocked back. Another shot to the chest. Another to the belly. The lines stretched across her skin.

The ropes turned into drops. Rico emptied the rest of his balls and the rest of it accumulated within the hole in Joan's pantyhose. She felt it slide around and soak through the nylon fabric. Joan looked up at Rico.

Rico's face was turned to the air with his jaw hanging open again. His cock still hung in his hand. He closed his mouth and looked back down at Joan, letting out a surprised giggle.

She could imagine the sight: the cum-covered middle-aged woman half-dressed in her office clothes in a young man's basement bachelor pad. Her torn pantyhose, open shirt, and missing heel only added to the undignified image. What happened next she could never have predicted.

Rico's laugh turned to a kind smile. He lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her gently on the forehead. She felt a rush stronger than all the kissing and sex that came before. As he pulled back and they locked eyes once more she felt the sudden urge to swallow. She hesitated for a moment, remembering she still had a wad of cum swirling around her open mouth. Running upstairs to the sink was another option. But that would risk running into Ma again. The same with trying to find the bathroom. Joan deliberated what to do for a moment. Then, with one big gulp, swallow Rico's cumshot.

"That's my girl," said Rico.

"Your girl?" asked Joan.

"I mean you don't gotta be if you don't wanna. But I wanna see you again."

Joan wasn't thrilled by the idea but conceded it would be nice to have great sex on a regular basis again. Rico may not have been the partner she had in mind, but he more than satisfied her. And not just that. She was wanted again. It had been so long since anybody even wanted to talk to her, let alone wanted to use her body or satisfy her. She thought back to all those wasted years showing off her bulging chest in those tight button-down shirts, her big, fat ass bouncing around in those tight pencil skirts, her meaty legs held tight by sheer black pantyhose, and her feet arched and clicking in high heels. She thought about how all of this could have been properly appreciated if she had had enough initiative to reach out. Instead of peeling off her chosen uniform after another humiliating day at the office, she could be giving the fantasy a young man desired. She could be the porn star boss or secretary or teacher or mommy. All the things she was ashamed of - her age, weight, career - were all categories on websites that these guys jerked off to. And now all that spilled seed and those lonely nights finally came together. Both Joan and Rico had what they wanted.

She fell asleep in his arms on the mattress on the floor. Still covered in cum that cooled and dried as it wiped onto her clothing. Still with one high heel on her foot.

What felt like a second later - though in reality was a full night - an alarm rang. It was Joan's phone. She was going to be late for work.