Dawn Jilling stepped out of the elevator into the dimly lit office floor, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. At 46, the blonde MILF from Arizona had left her husband and kids behind for this business trip to the city. She was dressed to kill in a tight blue mini dress that hugged her curves, the hem riding high on her thighs, accentuating her toned legs. Normally, she was the picture of suburban perfection—PTA meetings, soccer games, the works. But tonight, she was unleashing her wild side. No strings attached, just pure, pay-for-play indulgence.
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She’d hired Levi Cash through a discreet app, an escort male known for his stud reputation. Old and young dynamics thrilled her; at her age, feeling desired by a younger man like him was intoxicating. The office was empty after hours, her company’s suite turned into a private playground. Dawn had texted Levi the address, her fingers trembling as she hit send. Now, she waited by her desk, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The door clicked open, and there he was—Levi, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled just right. He wore a fitted shirt that strained against his chest and jeans that did little to hide the bulge she was already fantasizing about. His eyes raked over her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Dawn? You look even hotter than your pics.”
She blushed but held his gaze, stepping closer. “I’ve been horny all night,” she confessed, her voice husky. The words hung in the air, bold and unfiltered. Dinner had been a pretense—a quick meal at a nearby bistro to ease into this. But now, back in the office, the real fun began.
Levi chuckled, closing the distance. “A woman like you doesn’t need an escort, but sometimes it’s easier that way. No promises, no impressing bullshit.” His hand brushed her arm, sending shivers down her spine. Dawn nodded, her pulse racing. She wasn’t a swinger, never had been, but tonight she craved the release.
He didn’t do this kind of thing usually—escalating beyond the paid date. But when a hot MILF like Dawn, all dolled up and looking sexy in that tight blue dress, wanted your cock, you didn’t withhold the meat. Levi’s mind raced as he pulled her into a kiss, his lips firm and demanding. Dawn melted against him, her hands exploring the hard planes of his back.
They stumbled toward the conference table, the office’s sterile environment transforming into something primal. Levi’s fingers traced the edge of her dress, hiking it up to reveal her lace panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he growled, slipping a hand between her thighs. Dawn gasped, her body arching into his touch. She could feel the heat building, her hairy pussy throbbing with need.
“I want you,” she whispered, her dirty talk emerging naturally. “Show me what that big white cock can do.” Levi’s eyes darkened with lust. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick shaft—veins pulsing, the head already glistening. Dawn’s breath hitched; it was massive, just as promised in his profile.
She dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor, the blue dress pooling around her. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she wrapped her lips around his big white cock. The blowjob started slow, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. Levi groaned, threading his fingers through her hair. “Suck it deeper, Dawn. Take that stud dick like the MILF slut you are.”
Emboldened, she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks as she took more of him in. The office echoed with wet slurps and his low moans. Dawn’s hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she worked him, her saliva dripping down his length. She looked up, meeting his gaze, the old and young contrast fueling her arousal. At 46, she felt alive, desired, powerful.
Levi pulled her up after a few minutes, his cock slick and throbbing. “My turn,” he said, lifting her onto the conference table. He pushed her dress higher, exposing her hairy pussy—dark curls framing her swollen lips. Dawn spread her legs, inviting him. Levi dove in, his tongue lapping at her folds. Pussy-eating was his specialty, and he proved it, flicking her clit while sucking gently.
“Oh god, yes,” Dawn moaned, her hips bucking. His mouth was relentless, tongue delving into her wetness, savoring her musky taste. She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding against his face. Dirty talk spilled from her lips: “Eat my granny pussy, Levi. Make me cum on your tongue.” He hummed in response, the vibration sending shocks through her core.
Her orgasm built fast, waves crashing as she cried out, juices flooding his mouth. Levi lapped it all up, not missing a drop. When she came down, panting, he stood, wiping his chin with a grin. “Ready for more?”
Dawn nodded eagerly, sliding off the table. She turned, bending over the desk, her ass presented in the air. The blue mini dress was hiked up completely now, her panties discarded somewhere on the floor. “Fuck me doggy style,” she demanded, glancing back. Levi positioned himself behind her, rubbing his big white cock along her slick entrance.
He thrust in with one smooth motion, filling her completely. Dawn gasped at the stretch, her walls clenching around his thickness. Intercourse like this—no holds barred, pure animalistic pounding—was exactly what she needed. Levi gripped her hips, slamming into her hairy pussy, the sound of skin slapping filling the office.
“Your cock feels so good,” she panted, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Harder, stud. Nail this MILF.” Levi obliged, his pace quickening, balls smacking against her. The desk rattled, papers scattering, but neither cared. Sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.
He reached around, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, drawing out more dirty talk. “You love this big white cock stretching your granny hole, don’t you?” Dawn whimpered affirmatively, another climax building. “Yes, fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
They switched positions seamlessly. Dawn climbed onto his lap as he sat in her office chair, the wheels creaking under their weight. Cock-riding was next—she lowered herself onto his shaft, facing him, her blue dress straps slipping off her shoulders to reveal her full breasts. She bounced slowly at first, grinding her hips in circles, feeling every inch of him.
Levi’s hands cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. “Ride me, Dawn. Show me how a blonde MILF takes control.” She picked up speed, her hairy pussy slurping along his length, juices coating his balls. The old and young vibe intensified; his youthful stamina matched her pent-up desire perfectly.
“I’m your pay-for-play whore tonight,” she confessed between moans, her dirty talk turning filthier. “Use this married pussy.” Levi thrust up to meet her, their bodies syncing in a frenzied rhythm. The office chair spun slightly, adding to the wildness.
Dawn’s second orgasm hit like a freight train, her walls pulsing around him. She threw her head back, blonde locks flying, crying out his name. Levi held her through it, but he wasn’t done. “On your knees,” he commanded, standing and guiding her down.
She knelt eagerly, mouth open, knowing what was coming. Levi stroked his big white cock furiously, the cumshot building. “Take my load, granny. Facial time.” Dawn tilted her face up, eyes locked on his. With a guttural groan, he erupted—thick ropes of cum splattering her cheeks, lips, and forehead. The facial was messy, hot seed dripping down her chin as she licked what she could.
Panting, they collapsed against each other, the office reeking of their encounter. Dawn wiped her face with a tissue from the desk, a satisfied smile on her lips. No regrets, just the thrill of her wild side unleashed. Levi zipped up, but lingered for a moment. “Best client ever.”
As he left, Dawn straightened her blue mini dress, the evidence of their no-strings-attached night lingering on her skin. Back to reality tomorrow, but tonight, in this office, she was Granny Gets A Facial—unapologetically.
