Pride Goeth…

It started so innocently, the bet made on a whim, on a rainy day filled with boredom and…trouble. How was I to know that it was gonna be one of those days? No clue, no warning, no…nothing. The fateful bet was placed on a damn pool game of all things, and I had no reason to suspect, being the tournament pool player I am (I really am) that I would lose. Turns out that I was about to be served.

Milf Radar: Optimal 

“Bet you can’t make that shot”, the deep cultured voice came quietly behind my left elbow. I sank the shot and turned. My Milf Mistress senses began advising that this was a fine piece of college-age man standing by me. Especially after my surreptitious crotch glance. Yep. He was packin’.  Woohoo! He caught my glance, smiled arrogantly (mmm) and said, “I’ll bet you this next game that you don’t beat me, but if you do…” Sucker…I had him, poor idiot, hook, line and sinker.  “Sure! ” I said, smirking. I had no clue.

Who Brought The Damn Ringer?!

He merely gave a naughty grin. “A night you will always remember. I love showing ladies all of my…skills” Rolling my eyes inwardly, All right Junior, I replied, “Game of eight, no slop, call your shot.” Agreeable?” He nodded. Still confident I had the poor guy by the shorties, I made him rack and I broke. I ran that table. Yes, I did. Until that last shot. Shit…Freudian slip perhaps…? Maybe it was his crotch, I was distracted, I call foul…aw hell…never mind!

Long story short-I’ll leave out the whining, (it’s not becoming of a lusty Milf Mistress) I lost the game and scored one of the best nights I’d ever known, from a young soft spoken college guy with amazing blue eyes, mad oral skills and and a thick uncut cock. I taught him patience with tease and delay . I helped his erotic sensual domination fantasy cum true- Milf style.  He made me yell over and over when he worshiped my gorgeous body.  I just wish I had known his name

  It’s Spring again, I’m ready to show you just how this Milf Mistress rolls…

Up for a game? Winner take all?