Sounds Good Ch. 4

There was nothing Peter could do but admire the view before him. As Diane prepared two glasses of fresh iced tea, her neighbor watched as she barely swayed her hips in rhythm with the music softly playing from her kitchen radio. She was wearing a thin sundress, and Peter could make out the outline of a swimsuit underneath. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and a few errant, caramel curls had come loose, falling against the nape of her neck.

"All finished!" Diane turned around, leaning against the island between herself and Peter, handing him a cold glass of iced tea.

"Thanks for inviting me over to swim. When I was growing up, I was always jealous of the fact that you had a pool and we didn't, especially over the summer." Peter said. With the sun low in the sky and dusk setting in, the air was still warm after a hot, late summer day. What Peter hadn't mentioned was that while growing up, he only knew he envied his neighbor for having a pool because he'd taken his fair share of peaks at her. In high school, Peter's bedroom had a decent view of Diane's backyard, and it was the summer before his senior year of high school that he realized his neighbor liked to go night swimming. More than once, high school Peter had "relieved" himself while watching his bikini-clad neighbor float around.

Today, Diane had invited him over to go swimming, somewhat fulfilling a bit of a fantasy he'd always had. Additionally, he assumed, she wanted to record something, but he had no issues there. Ever since Diane and Peter had begun recording erotic fiction for her website, Peter had had some of the best sex of his life. Diane was so mature, so experienced, and Peter loved every opportunity he got to spend with her.

Diane, as well, enjoyed how much time she'd gotten to spend with Peter this summer, and how willing he'd been to help her with recording erotica. Even more, she loved how great of a lay he was; she felt her mouth water as she thought of the taste of his cock.

"So," Diane broke the silence after taking a sip of her drink, trying to quench her non-beverage-related thirst. "I know I invited you over to swim, but—"

"But, you want to record something." Peter cut her off.

"Yes, I hope that's okay." She gave him a soft smile.

"Of course, I'm never going to object!" He laughed. "What's the story this time? Let me guess, if it's by the pool... A lifeguard rescues a swimmer? Or, no, a classic: trophy wife and the pool boy?"

"Neither."

"Oh?"

"Nope, this is... Well, it's a little random. Do you remember last time, when I told you that patrons of my website can make large donations, and if they do, they get to make requests?" Diane explained, shifting her focus to the three ice cubes in her empty glass, having trouble looking Peter in the eye.

"Yeah, I remember..." Peter was hesitant, almost nervous because of how Diane refused to make eye contact. "Did someone request something weird?"

"Actually, it's not a new request. The same guy has been requesting this one for a while, I just haven't been able to write a script... Until now." Diane opened the manila folder on the counter between them, passing one stapled script to Peter, who read the title page, stunned.

"The Mermaid and the Sailor?"

"Yep." She confirmed with an embarrassed shrug. "Look, I think it's weird, but he's made enough donations, I can't really ignore him. I gotta give in at some point. And I think this script might just be fine enough, let's just try it out!" She encouraged.

"You know what?" Peter asked. "Sure. Let's do it. I'm sure it's great." He gave Diane a genuine smile, and she reciprocated before stepping out from behind the counter and walking past Peter. As she made her way to the far side of the kitchen, she opened the glass door to her backyard before turning back to her younger neighbor and gesturing for him to follow.

As they stepped outside into the low light of the setting sun, Peter glanced around. Large trees lined her property, including the fence she shared with his parents' house. The main feature of the large backyard was a crystal blue swimming pool in the middle, with ripples on the surface of the water from the warm summer breeze passing through.

"Take a seat over there, let's get started before we lose the light." Diane pointed to the edge of the pool, where two microphones were set up, plugged into a tablet. Next to the tablet was Diane's bell, which she always used as a type of clapper board for keeping track of where to make edits in the recordings.

Peter's jaw dropped as he watched Diane shrug the thin straps of her sundress off her shoulders, then shimmy her body just slightly as the dress dropped to the ground, revealing a thin, navy blue bikini beneath, tightly hugging Diane's chubby body. He could only see her from behind, and all Peter was paying attention to was his MILF neighbor's ass being hugged by her tight bikini bottoms, her cheeks bouncing with each sauntering step. Upon reaching the edge of the pool, she dips one toe in, then slowly begins to wade in, down the stairs, until the water reaches her breasts. At this point, Peter got a look at her front, and felt his cock twitch as he admired Diane's large breasts, bobbing slightly in the water as she glided towards the mic setup, encaged by the soft material of her bikini top.

"There, grab a cushion from one of those chairs," Diane pointed to some patio furniture she had. "And take a seat next to the mic. Let's get started." Peter did as he was told, situating himself at the edge of the pool, his feet in the water. Diane positioned herself between his legs, and Peter bit his lip at the incredible view before him. Tapping around on her tablet, in no time she had pressed a RECORD button on her audio app, and the story had begun as Diane rang the small bell.

DING

"Wh-where am I?" Peter put on his best just-woke-up, groggy voice.

"Well, hey there sailor," Diane spoke softly. "Glad to see you're awake."

"What happened? Who are you?" Peter sounded bewildered.

"Don't you remember?" Diane recited with a coy smile. "Your boat hit a storm, and a wave hit your boat, and you took a nasty spill off the side. I pulled you out, but it looked like you hit your head. I wanted to nurse you back to health."

"Oh, thank you for saving me, but..." Peter read off the script. "Are you a—a mermaid?" He tried his best to read the words with a serious tone, but it was tough, considering how fantastical it all was.

"Why, yes, I am." Diane was much better at staying in character, not even smiling when delivering her line. Instead, she squeezed Peter's thigh and winked, a move Peter took to mean "Don't you dare screw this up!"

"I can't believe it, you saved my life!" He exclaimed.

"I did, but you still need help before you're back on your feet. Allow me to take care of you..." Diane said in a low, sultry tone that made Peter's cock tent against the thin material of his swim trunks.

Taking that as an invitation, Diane leaned forward, hooking her hands in his waistband, before yanking down, slipping his bathing suit off his legs, and tossing It towards the deep end of the pool where it landed with a soft splash. Turning back, the older woman watched as Peter's large cock sprang forward, bobbing up and down in the air.

"Oh, my, sailor." Diane whispered, always impressed with her neighbor's cock. It was rock hard in her hand, a perfect length and an impressive thickness. Without a word, Diane began to softly stroke Peter's cock, up and down, up and down, up and down, using a loose fist. Bringing her other hand up, she prodded lightly at his large, full balls, before making another fist around his shaft. Immediately finding a rhythm, Diane began to stroke Peter's cock with both hands, slowly, with a steady pace.

From his perspective, Peter couldn't help but ogle his neighbor's bosom. Because she was using both hands to massage his cock, Diane's arms were pressing her tits together, creating a deep cavern of cleavage for Peter to practically drool over. He watched in awe as her breasts jiggled just slightly with each pump of his cock.

DING

"What? What's wrong?" Peter snapped back to focus as Diane dropped his cock from her small hands.

"You missed a line. Remember, stick to the script." She chided.

"Right, sorry." He apologized, glancing at the script at his side. "Sorry, one question: what kind of mermaid are you? Are you like the Little Mermaid? Am I supposed to think of you as the Little Mermaid's hot mom?" Peter asked.

"You could," Diane nodded. "Or, you could pass me that lube next to my tablet," she pointed, "and you could think of me as your hot, mature neighbor who's currently stroking your cock while wearing nothing but a bikini." She felt his cock twitch in her hand as she said this. "Either works for me."

"Um—uh yeah, that, uh, that sounds good also." Peter cleared his throat, feeling his cock throb in her delicate hands as he passed the small bottle of lubricant to the aforementioned hot, mature neighbor. "H-here you go."

"Thank you. Now, don't miss your line." She said as she drizzled some onto his cock, massaging it enough to get a small sheen worked up.

DING

"Ma'am," Peter said, now back in character as a forlorn sailor. "This feels amazing, your hands are incredible."

Dropping one hand from his shaft, Diane gave Peter's full balls a soft squeeze. He involuntarily moaned, rewarding her with a mess of precum spilling from his cockhead. She giggled, and stroked him faster, bouncing her heavy breasts as she pumped up and down.

"Tell me," she spoke softly. "Would fucking my tits help you feel better?" Diane said in her most innocent voice, making Peter spill even more precum. She playfully slapped his fat cockhead against her cleavage, making soft, wet sounds that Diane was sure would drive future listeners wild.

"Y-yes please, ma'am." Peter replied.

With that plea, Diane reached behind with one hand and deftly undid her bikini top, allowing the straps to slip from her shoulders. Her soft, tanned breasts poured from the falling cups as she shrugged the top into the water, pushing it to the side, letting it float away. Peter marveled at how large and round her breasts were; this was far from the first time he'd seen this MILF topless, but the sight never ceased to take his breath away.

Leaning forward, Diane pushed Peter's slick cock between her tits, before squeezing them around his shaft, feeling him throb against her warm skin. Breathing slowly, then faster, Diane began to pump her tits up and down around the young man's cock, finding an ever-increasing rhythm as she went. Faster and faster, she bounced her breasts up and down, and Peter watched as his pink cockhead poked out from her cleavage with each bounce.

"Oh my god," Peter moaned softly. "Your tits feel amazing!" He said as he began to thrust, unable to restrain himself. "I'm going to fuck you so good later!"

DING

As he heard the chime, he immediately knew he'd done something wrong. "Sorry," Peter apologized. "I know I shouldn't have ad-libbed right there, I just couldn't help it. Titfucking you feels so good!"

"No, it wasn't the ad-libbing. I don't mind some fun improvisation." Without stopping, Diane spoke as she continued to titfuck her neighbor. "The issue is that you mentioned how you're going to fuck me. You're not going to fuck me in this story." She said, still bouncing her heavy tits up and down on his hard cock.

"I don't?" Peter said, legitimately disappointed.

"No, honey. I'm a mermaid. I have a tail. How would that even work?" She gave a small laugh at his ignorance.

"Oh, I hadn't even thought about that... Well in that case, how does this even end?" He asked, now curious.

"Well, if you read the script, you'll see that this one ends with you cumming all over my tits and face. Think you can do that?" Diane asked with a signature combination of sensuality and confidence.

"Um," Peter's voice once again caught in his throat, thrown off by how blunt this MILF was. "Yeah, I think, um, I think I can do that."

"Great!" Diane cheered, pausing for a moment to apply another drizzle of lube to Peter's cock. After massaging the throbbing member to make it slick again, she resumed titfucking it, pumping her breasts up and down with a renewed vigor.

DING

"I love your cock so much, sailor." Diane said with a small moan. "It feels so good between my big tits."

Peter reached out and caressed the MILF's large breasts, tracing his hands across her soft skin as she pumped up and down on his shaft. Without a word, he took hold of her breasts, pressing them around his cock, before thrusting hard into her cleavage. Diane dropped her hands down to her sides, letting Peter take control as he fucked her tits. Thrust after thrust, loved the weight of her heavy breasts in his young hands, teasing one of her nipples with his thumb as he went, eliciting a moan from Diane.

"Oh, sailor," she bit her lip, moaning again as he teased both nipples at the same time, picking up pace as he pumped between her tits, sure that he was about to blow his load. Peter checked the script, despite how much trouble he was having focusing on anything other than the beautiful MILF currently trying her damnedest to take him to the edge. He read over his next line.

"Ma'am?" He barely stuttered out.

Without slowing her movements, Diane turned her focus from her pumping breasts and the cock between them, to make eye contact with Peter. With the slowest, sultriest voice, she whispered, "Yes sailor?"

That was almost enough. It took all of Peter's self control to not finish right then and there. He even twitched a bit, which Diane could feel as she kept massaging his cock with her tits, but Peter knew he had to hold on. She knew it too, and it made her elated how wild he was being driven, all because of her.

"I'm close." He whimpered, trying to stick to the script.

"Oh, that's so good to hear. You'll be back on your feet in no time." Again, she didn't show any sign of slowing the titfucking down. Instead, she broke eye contact, focusing on his cock. She arched her neck down and planted a soft kiss right on the tip of his cock as it pushed through her cleavage. It was such a light kiss from such plush, full lips, and with all the stimulation he was already receiving on his cock, Peter almost couldn't feel it. But it was definitely enough to bring him closer. Diane kept her attention down their, and now, with each thrust, she planted a soft, wet kiss on his tip. On a few of the thrusts, strands of precum hung between her lip and his cock.

"Come on - Sailor - Cum for me." Diane whispered between kisses, still pumping her soft tits around his throbbing cock. And with those whispers, Peter lost all control. His balls tightened, his legs locked up, then turned to jelly, and he clenched his hands into tight fists. Then, with a rush, he started to cum.

The first shot hit Diane across her lips, with her mouth still just an inch from his cock. She smiled, overjoyed at the reward her work was reaping, still pumping her tits up and down. The second shot splattered across her cheek, and the third and fourth splashed against her chin, dropping down onto her still-heaving breasts as she lifted her head to look at him. He didn't stop there, with four more shots raining down over her tits, splashing across her soft cleavage. Finally, one last cumshot spilled out onto her clavicle, and with that he was spent. Peter exhaled, collapsing backwards onto the warm brick of the patio, breathing heavily.

Diane released his cock from her plush prison, and it flopped back onto his stomach, as she admired the splatter on her chest. With one finger, she wiped the stray glob of cum off of her cheek and seductively licked it up. She glanced at her script and read off, "My, my, it looks like you've definitely made a full recovery. Well done, sailor."

Peter let his head fall back and he shut his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

DING

Diane rang the bell one final time, signifying the end of the story, then patted Peter on the inside of his thigh. "Great work, thanks for being willing to take a chance with a little bit of high fantasy. I'm sure the listeners are going to love this one, especially the guy who keeps requesting it. Looks like you enjoyed yourself too."

"Holy fuck, Diane. That was amazing." Peter panted. "I mean, I- um, I've titfucked you before, but that... That was something else." He was so out of breath. "You..."

"I'm great at what I do?" She cut him off before he could finish. "I know; you say that a lot." She slipped out from between Peter's legs, moving towards the edge of the pool. In one swift motion, climbed out of the pool, turning herself to sit at the edge, her feet in the water, next to her spent neighbor. Peter barely opened his eyes as he lay on the ground, just to enjoy the view of Diane's plump ass in a bikini bottom, pressed against the warm brick. "I'm going to shower off. You can use the outdoor shower after me."

With that, she stood up from the edge of the pool, and walked over to the far corner of her yard where a small outdoor shower stood. Instead of shutting the wooden plank door, Diane turned the water on and began rinsing her young neighbor's cum off her bare breasts, wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. Peter couldn't help but open his eyes once again to steal a look as she turned off the shower and began toweling off.

Peter managed to find the energy to sit up as he watched Diane turn off the water and begin toweling dry.

"Hey, you're in here next." She called to him. "And don't even think about dripping water, or whatever else, in my house."

The sun hung low in the sky as Peter rapped his knuckles against the large wooden door. It was a warm summer evening, and the door belonged to his neighbor, whom he hadn't seen in a few weeks. Diane had been away on a vacation, alone. She'd flown across the country to go on a cruise with a friend from college, someone she'd known for decades. Peter didn't want to admit it, but he'd missed her these past few weeks. Not only was his hand no comparison to her mouth and body, but he'd grown to appreciate Diane as a friend, and missed spending time with her.

However, now she was back, and Diane had texted Peter to invite him over for another recording session. They'd pre-recorded a few miscellaneous pieces of audio erotica for her to post to her fans while she was gone, but that was weeks ago. Now, Peter was ready and eager for something new. He was ready to see Diane again.

The front door swung open and in the doorway stood the short, chubby, mature brunette who made Peter weak in the knees. She looked a tad more tan, her body radiating warmth as he looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of his neighbor. She was twice his age, but he was enamored by the sight of her curvy legs, wrapped up in tight yoga pants, and her maternal bosom, sealed away in a sports bra under a tank top. Her caramel hair was down at her shoulders, still in loose curls as it always was. Diane gave a warm, genuine smile, before bringing Peter in for a soft hug. His chest pressed against her cushiony breasts and she could feel a slight jolt in his pants.

Once inside, Diane shut the door behind Peter. "It's so great to see you, you look... great." Peter blushed slightly, embarrassed that the only adjective he could come up with was "great."

"So do you, I'm glad to be back. We've got so much to record! I did lots of writing." Wasting no time, Diane picked up a script off her coffee table and handed it to Peter.

"Oh, wow, no downtime, huh?" He joked, but was quickly cut off.

"I just had a few weeks of downtime. I'd love to catch up, but we simply don't have the time. Maybe another day, we'll grab coffee and I'll tell you about the cruise." Diane was terse, but Peter could tell that she was just focused on getting another story to her paying customers. He thought about what it'd be like to get coffee with Diane. The last time they'd gone out in public together, she'd given him a handjob under the table at a restaurant.

"Alright, no time to waste, what's the story?" He asked as they made their way toward the recording studio, a guest room Diane had set up with all the necessary equipment.

"I got this idea after watching all those scandals on the news. Politician plus intern!" Diane smiled, proud of her inspired breakthrough.

"Who's who?" Peter asked.

"I'm a senator, you're my doting intern. Read the script! I'll be in there in a second, let me go get ready." She ushered him into the room before turning and hurrying out.

Peter took a seat at the edge of the bed, feeling the memory foam compress beneath him; no springs, as those would make too much noise for the recordings. He ran his palm across the soft bed sheet and remembered the feeling of Diane's soft skin, entangled in the sheets. He glanced around the room, seeing the new multi-microphone setup. There was one next to the bed, and one next to the computer on the desk, swung out on an arm like something a radio host might use. The computer itself had the recording software open, ready to go.

Before he could get too sentimental, Peter began skimming the script, going over the beats. As always, he was impressed with how tantalizing Diane was with words alone.

"You ready?" Peter heard her just outside the door.

"Yep, all set." He confirmed. As Peter looked up from the script, he watched Diane round the corner into the room, her high heels clacking as she strode. Looking her up from bottom to top, he was first enamored with the striking burgundy heels she had on. They matched her skirt, a form-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her hips. Despite her small stature, Diane's legs seemed to go on for miles between the heels and the hem.

Tucked into the skirt, Diane had on a sensible blouse made of soft silk. It was unbuttoned just one button too many, giving Peter a revealing view of her ample cleavage, which jiggled slightly as she walked. Over the blouse was a navy colored blazer with a simple American flag pin on the front, the perfect token for completing this look.

She was wearing a darker lipstick that almost matched her skirt, emphasizing her plush lips. A pair of fake glasses sat on her face, finishing out the costume, making Diane look like the most MILF-y politician Peter had ever seen (an admittedly low bar).

"Wow," was all he could muster, feeling his pants begin to get tight.

"Is it too much?" Diane asked, genuinely. "I haven't had to dress up in a while, I worry I'm overdoing it."

"No, it—it's perfect." Peter reassured.

"Okay. I guess you're the only one who sees it, so as long as you like it..." her voice trailed off as she looked down at her body. "Not the bed." Diane looked back at him. "Sit at the desk."

Peter nodded and stood up, crossing to the desk chair, sitting with his back to the computer, facing Diane. She walked up to him, her heels tapping as she walked, until she was just a foot away, standing over him, her arms crossed. Leaning down towards him, Peter practically got a face full of her cleavage as she reached past him to start recording. With the press of a button, the session had started, and Diane was in character.

"Thank you for coming at such short notice," Diane tapped her foot impatiently. "I know you don't typically come to my office here at the Capitol, you're just an intern, and this is usually just a privilege staffers get."

"Well, ma'am, whatever I can do to help." Peter sounded eager, probably because he genuinely was. "What did you need me here for?"

"It's unorthodox," she stopped tapping her foot. "But I need a favor."

"That's what I'm here for, Senator. Whatever you need."

"Isn't that sweet," She smirked down at him. "I'm facing some serious gridlock on the Senate floor, and we're moving to vote on a bill of mine soon, but I don't have the majority yet. I need to change some minds."

"You want me to figure out who's voting against your bill?" Peter asked.

"No, I know who's voting which way. I also know I can convince the weakest links to support me, but only if I'm in the right headspace." Diane uncrossed her arms, axing her hands on her maternal hips. "That's where you come in."

"What do you mean, ma'am?" Peter tried his best to act unaware.

"I've lost my touch. I'm too in my head about this bill, I really need to clear my mind. I need you to fuck my brains out." Diane delivered the line curtly, with a commanding tone that made Peter's cock jump in his pants.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I-" Peter stumbled.

"Just a good, quick fuck, and then I can get right back out there and swing some votes. We're only on recess for a little bit, so it's got to be fast. Then I'll have a clear head."

Diane leaned in, close to Peter's face, just inches away. He watched as she bit her lip in concentration as her fingers snuck down to his groin. She loosened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled them, along with his briefs, to just below his knees. His cock flopped forward, not quite fully erect, but still large in his lap. Diane cooed softly at the sight of her young neighbor's package, something she'd missed in her time away. Dropping to her knees, she delicately traced her fingers along his length.

"Oh, I've missed this," Diane whispered under her breath.

"What was that?" Peter teased, proud to know she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

"What? Nothing." She cleared her throat and switched back into character.

"You'll do just fine. I knew I was right to call you for help. I knew I'd seen this bulge before." Diane used one finger to prod lightly at Peter's second head. "But you're not quite hard enough just yet, at least not hard enough to fuck my brains out." Diane purred softly as she took Peter's swelling cock in both hands, feeling the smooth skin on her palms. "We can't just wait around, let's get this going."

With that, Diane began to stroke, exhaling a hot breath directly onto Peter's sensitive cockhead, which resulted in a small grunt from the young man and a large twitch from his member. Wasting no time, Diane sipped her head down, taking Peter's cock into her mouth, past her soft lips, feeling a burst of precum spill across her tongue. He groaned as she began to stroke steadily with both hands, sucking softly on his tip. He couldn't help but let out a gasp as Diane cupped his balls with one hand, tugging slightly as she fondled them.

"My, my," Diane pulled back just enough to speak, and Peter could see some of her lipstick staining his cockhead. "This big cock on just an intern? My lucky day!" Opening her mouth wide, Diane swallowed down Peter's cock, feeling it throb in her throat.

"Senator!" Peter cried out, grabbing the back of Diane's head, tangling his fingers in her caramel curls, as she gagged loudly on his cock, spilling drool on his lap. She pulled back just in time, as Peter was dangerously close to the edge.

"There we go," Diane pulled back, dropping the now-fully-erect cock from her mouth. It was rock hard and stood at attention before her as she rose to her feet. Shrugging off her blazer, Peter immediately noticed his neighbor wasn't wearing a bra. Her natural curviness was accentuated by the slight hint of bare nipples poking through her thin blouse.

"Come on, remember, I've got to be quick. I have to get back to the floor soon." Without hesitation, Diane grabbed the hem of her skirt and did her best to hike it up, stretching it over her remarkable curves, allowing Peter to get a good look at her wet, pink pussy. He felt his cock twitch hard at the sight of her half naked body, drinking in the sight he hadn't seen in weeks. Diane snapped her fingers, grabbing his attention back to her face, back to the scene at hand.

Stepping forward, the mature woman climbed onto Peter's lap, straddling him, his cock pointed straight up, towards her waiting sex just inches above it. Her breasts were at his eye level, and she looked down at him, through her glasses, with lidded eyes. Peter tentatively placed his hands on her waist, feeling the smooth material of her blouse.

"Just let me ride you, I'm sure this'll get me there," Diane bit her lip as a small moan escaped, slowly descending herself down onto Peter's cock. Inch by inch, she felt his length enter her, pushing through her folds, until she sat flat on his lap, feeling his pulsating cock inside her.

"You feel so good inside me," Diane moaned as she began to grind up and down. "Who knew my intern had such a great cock?" In no time, she'd found a rhythm, bouncing up and down, up and down, feeling him fill her up again and again.

"This feels amazing, Senator," Peter groaned, feeling her velvety warmth embracing his thick cock as Diane whimpered in bliss, bouncing on his lap, gripping the back of Peter's neck to steady herself as she went.

With each bounce, Peter couldn't help but he mesmerized by the bouncing, braless breasts before him; now, up close, he was positive they weren't being contained by any kind of brazier. It had been a while since he'd seen her bare breasts, though that didn't mean he hadn't been thinking about them. Last time Peter had taken care of himself, he'd fantasized about her deep cleavage, her soft breasts, and her sensitive nipples. He'd remembered how good it felt to fuck them, to thrust his cock between them until he couldn't help but paint them in his cum. Now, they rhythmically bounced just inches from his face, the only thing standing between them being a thin blouse. He couldn't help but reach out, moving to unbutton more of her top, to allow them to spill out, but Diane stopped him, swatting his hand away.

"Hands off, intern. My tits are for my husband, only." She sounded terse, and while Peter was definitely disappointed, he couldn't help but feel even more aroused, now that, thanks to that bit of improvisational chastising from Diane, he wasn't just fucking a senator, he was fucking a married senator.

"Did you just check your watch?" Peter glanced at the script to his side and read his next line.

"Look, honey, this is, um— this feels— wow," Diane shuddered, unable to finish her sentence because of how incredible Peter felt inside her. She couldn't think straight, she felt so giddy as she bounced up and down on his hard cock. She shook her head in embarrassment and tried her line again. "Look, honey, this feels great, but I'm due back any minute now. We've got to speed this up. I can't be frazzled!"

Peter watched as Diane slowed her bouncing rhythm to a stop, feeling his cock, covered in her fluids, slide out of her as she climbed off of him. She stepped past him, towards the desk, before turning back and saying, in a low, sultry voice, "I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me as hard as you can." Diane watched Peter's eyes light up and could've sworn she noticed his cock swell up somehow even larger.

"A-are you sure, ma'am?" He tried his best to sound hesitant, despite everything else in his body telling him to jump up from his seat and rail his mature neighbor against the wall.

"I really need this release." Diane begged. She turned around, showing off her bare, round, plump ass. She wiggled it slightly, eliciting a stifled groan from Peter. "Now bend your senator over and fuck me, already!"

Peter rose to his feet, his pants around his ankles, as he took the shuffled step behind her. Feeling his warmth behind her, Diane purred again, subconsciously licking her lips, before Peter, following her many instructions, bent his neighbor over the desk. Steadying his cock, he teased her, just barely brushing his cock head against her sensitive pussy lips, before pushing himself all the way into her exposed womanhood, eliciting a loud moan from Diane.

In a matter of moments, Peter had found a rhythm, plowing his "senator" from behind as she cried out in ecstasy with each thrust. His cock pushed into her, filling her up, as she cried out in sheer bliss, "Your cock feels so fucking good!"

"Senator, you're so tight, this feels amazing!" Peter replied, feeling his thighs clap against Diane's cushioned ass.

As Peter fucked her from behind, Diane could hardly contain herself, alternating between soft whimpers and screaming moans as she felt herself shake and shudder around his cock. Her hot body pressed against the cool wood of the desk she lay across, and Diane realized it had been decades since she'd last been fucked against a desk. It's about time it happened again, she thought to herself before letting out another involuntary moan.

"Is this okay ma'am?" Peter read off the script.

"Shut up, just keep going. Just keep going." Diane hushed him. "I'm so close—" she couldn't finish her sentence as Peter grabbed a firm hold of her hips and upped his pace, slamming into her dripping, swollen pussy, resulting in more cries of lust from Diane. "Oh— Oh my g-god!"

She slammed her fist on the table, dropping her head as her whole body went limp, feeling a huge orgasm wash over her in waves. Her body wracked with passion, she couldn't speak, only managing a gasping whimper as she came all over her Peter's pulsating cock.

As her swollen pussy tightened and contracted around his member, Peter felt himself on the edge, and knew he couldn't hold out much longer, now that this MILF was cumming on his cock.

"Senator, I'm about to cum..." Peter read his line. However, Diane, still in a haze, lying weak on the desk, after her immense orgasm, still feeling the powerful thrusts of the hard cock in and out of her, didn't even register what he said. "I said," Peter announced again, barely holding back, "Senator, I'm about to cum!"

Diane perked to attention, snapping out of her post-orgasm daze long enough to recite her line, "Wait, no! Not inside me, you have to pull out!"

In a scripted hurry, Peter slipped his cock out of Diane's wet warmth, and barely had enough time to grab hold of his throbbing shaft and cry out "Senator, I'm gonna cum," before he felt his balls tighten as a thick shot of cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Diane's soft ass. With another grunt, he came again, shooting rope after rope after rope of hot cum onto her ass, thighs, and hiked-up skirt. His whole body tensed as he continued, letting two errant shots fly past her ass, onto her arched back; Diane felt the warmth of the wet cum as it soaked through her skirt and blouse. With one final grunt, Peter launched a last shot of cum against her plush rear end before needing to steady himself against the desk, completely spent.

"Oh my god, you stupid intern!" Diane mustered the energy to raise her voice. "You came all over me, I can't go back to the Senate floor like this!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Peter could barely catch his breath long enough to say his line.

"Oh, you're going to be!" Diane weakly pressed a button on her computer to end the recording, another session in the bag.

For a minute, the neighbors just tried to catch their breath, Peter leaning his back against the desk, his cock still throbbing in his lap, covered in a mess of cum, Diane still bent over the desk, smattered with cum, her ass still in the air. "Wow," was all she could say. After another minute of wordless panting, she continued. "It's been a while between recording sessions, honestly I was a little nervous, but..." her voice trailed as she silently acknowledged that she had nothing to worry about; she and Peter could still tell a story.

"God, Diane, I didn't realize how much I missed you." Peter sighed.

"It's good to be back." Diane let out a small chuckle. "Now, I'm going to go rinse off, and, I guess, have another awkward conversation with the dry cleaner," referring to the cum streaking across her silk blouse.

"Alright, I'll clean myself up and show myself out." Peter stepped forward, his pants still around his ankles. "See you later."

"I'll see you soon," Diane smiled, sitting up from the desk.