I strutted into the dimly lit bar, my tight pencil skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of my creamy thighs. The patrons’ eyes followed my every move, undressing me with their hungry gazes. I knew I was the center of attention, and it turned me on. I was a MILF, a hot, dirty, and naughty woman in her prime, and I reveled in the power it gave me over these young, pent-up virgins.
That’s when I spotted him – a twitchy, perverted-looking guy in the corner, his eyes glued to the petite college co-ed sipping on a martini beside him. She was a sweetheart, all innocence and naivety, completely oblivious to the leer he was giving her. I smirked to myself, recognizing a kindred spirit.
I sauntered over, my hips swaying with every step, and plopped down beside the little tart. “Mind if I join you, boys?” I purred, extending a well-manicured hand to the pervert. He hesitantly took it, his eyes darting between me and his sweet target.
“Don’t be shy,” I whispered, running a finger down his chest. “I know exactly what you want… and I’m more than happy to help you get it.” I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as I continued, “My dear, you seem to have a thing for sweet, innocent young things. And I just so happen to know a thing or two about fulfilling those desires.”
Without waiting for a response, I stood up and wrapped my arms around the co-ed from behind. “Let’s get out of here, sweetie,” I cooed, guiding her towards the exit with a hand on her ass. The pervert buckled up with a visible erection, more than ready for his twisted fantasy to come true.
Once in the privacy of my living room, I pushed the girl onto the couch, tears of embarrassment welling up in her eyes. “Don’t worry, darling,” I soothed, as I worked on unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my ample breasts. “Mommy Rachel’s here to take good care of you both.” I licked my lips, a wicked grin spreading across my face. It was going to be a long, dirty, and naughty night…