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“Matt, this is Mandy from Duluth. I hope you remember me. I’m at O’Hara. I should be at the hotel in New York in a few hours. I was wondering if you might meet me in the hotel bar, maybe five o’clock?”

That would be short, round Mandy from Duluth with a very furry and sweet pussy. How could I say no?

We hugged at the bar, “I was hoping you might want to go up to my room?”

I whispered, “did you have something in mind?”

Mandy blushed but took my hand and led me to the elevators.

There wasn’t much pretense. “Matt, you do things to me that my husband hasn’t done in years. I hope you’re still interested?” Mandy was already getting undressed.

I joined her and soon we were on the bed, our hands becoming reacquainted, our tongues busy. Mandy mumbled, “the best thing was when you ate me and ate me, and then we fucked and you whispered that you wanted to eat me some more.”

“If I remember correctly, your pussy was so sweet, I couldn’t resist.”

“Maybe you’ve forgotten.” She pushed my head down.

Her furry pussy was as sweet, perhaps sweeter than I remembered. What made it better, just like with Leeann was that she was so willing. I didn’t have to try to talk her into anything like I seemed to have to do with every girl my age. Just like Leeann, Mandy spread her legs for me; her soft thighs felt good as they squeezed my face. The way she moved that big ass when she fucked my face was beyond compare.

Two or was it three orgasms later, Mandy insisted, “fuck me, Matt. My pussy is begging for your cock.”

Damn, Mandy could move that ass when we fucked, and she was loud. “Harder, Matt. Fuck my pussy harder. I love your cock. I love the way you fuck me. Keep giving it to me, just like that. Oh Matt, I’m coming; I’m coming again. Yes, ooooh, yes.”

After she came, I remembered what she said really turned her on, “Mandy, I’ll bet your pussy is so juicy now. I’d love to eat it again. I’m sure it’s sweeter than sweet. Please.”

She was still bouncing, but slower now. “Thank you, Matt. I loved it that you said please. Yes, please, eat me; eat my pussy.”

There was fucking later, and pussy eating in the morning and before we had to get to work a blowjob. It wasn’t a Leeann level blowjob, but I wasn’t complaining. “Matt,” she said as we left for work, tonight, the hotel bar, 5 PM?”

“Am I going to get more of your pussy?”

“Only if you say please,” she laughed.

It was Wednesday afternoon at her hotel bar, “Matt, I left my office early and took a long, hot bath. Do you know why?”

I feigned ignorance. “I can’t imagine, I like making love to you just the way you are.”

“Why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll tell you? It’s kind of personal.”

In her room, Mandy from Duluth put her arms around my neck. “I didn’t get much work done today, my mind kept wandering. All I could think of was would Matt be interested in eating Mandy’s pussy all night.”

“Is this the Mandy’s pussy that was sweet, and so furry that I couldn’t resist rubbing my face in it all night?”

“Let’s find out,” she giggled. For a chunky, fifty-something woman, she was out of her clothes in no time. I wouldn’t say I ate her pussy all night, but you get the idea.

This is probably a good time to mention that I wasn’t celibate when Mandy or Leeann weren’t around. It was mostly girls my age; they were beautiful and the fucking was good. Compared to Mandy and of course, Leeann, the blowjobs were tolerable. The pussy eating was not. They were reluctant or in some cases a definite no.

It made me appreciate Mandy from Duluth and Leeann even more. I knew they were old; you know they were old. I looked forward to eating their pussies.

That week with Mandy, I’d come to work Monday morning wearing a three-piece suit, I didn’t get home until Friday after work. It wasn’t that I smelled. I took a shower every day, sometimes twice a day in Mandy’s hotel room.

TO BE CONTINUED

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