want him. He stoops to kiss me. I turn away. 

“No kissing on the lips,” I say firmly, “it is one of my few rules. Now take off your clothes so I can see what we're working with here.”

He looks out the large window at the front of the house and fidgets nervously. “You mean right here? What if somebody sees?”

On Mulberry Lane, we do not concern ourselves with the affairs of others. We're too busy with those of our own. But I don't tell Sergio this. “The possibility of getting caught is half the thrill. Don't you agree?”

He nervously laughs and takes one more look at the window. “I guess so.”

“Good Boy, now get your clothes off before I change my mind.”

“Ok, but I have to get the car back to the dealership before we close.” He removes his shoes.

I give a throaty laugh and take a sip of my drink. “That is four hours from now. I doubt you can last that long, but like your confidence.”

By the time he is down to just his underwear, my pussy is throbbing. Sergio’s young, sinewy body is completely hairless. I stand and close the distance until I am right next to him. He smells of desire mixed with fear. My body presses against his, causing him to twitch against my thigh. Voice quivering, he asks, "Is this really happening?"

"It is," I whisper softly.

Beyond their lean, hard bodies, younger men have several other qualities I find especially appealing. They do what they are told, and most importantly, require very little recovery time between orgasms. The only downside is that their first climax occurs rather quickly. For this reason, I like to get it out of the way as soon as possible.

My lips brush against his neck. A hand finds his thick cock and gives it a squeeze. "Look how hard you are for me."

"Fuck," he moans. I kneel and kiss the outline of his thick cock straining the fabric of his briefs. When I set it free, the pale shaft springs up, its head already covered in precum. I take it in my hand, stroking slowly. Sergio takes in a sharp breath. I lick from his smooth balls to his pretty pink tip, savoring the taste of youth. The young ones are always so hard. I run my tongue around the rim, and he twitches. His fingers bury themselves in my dark hair.

I take Sergio into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum. He gasps loudly, and I bob my head up and down, taking him deeper every time. The young stud tugs at my hair as his hips thrust against my face.

He hits the back of my throat. I take him as deep as I can. His hips buck against me, seeking more. I take my time, drawing out this moment, tasting every inch. Hands pull at my hair, encouraging me. I look up at him, my long fingers working his shaft.

My tongue glides over him as his hips move faster, and I know he's getting close. I pull back, looking up at him with a grin. Our gazes lock. A smirk playing on my lips, I ask, "Do you want to come in my mouth?"

"Fuck, oh God yes," he moans, and I open wide, taking him down my throat. Feeling the tension in his body reach its peak, I know he is about to explode and tighten my lips around his throbbing shaft, preparing for the hot stream that's bound to burst forth any second. He grips the back of my head tightly, and with a final groan of ecstasy, releases his heavy load.

His rich, creamy cum—not that dissimilar from Hollandaise sauce—fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, not wanting to waste even the slightest bit of his youthful essence. When I pull off, he's panting heavily, a mixture of surprise and gratitude etched on his face. I lean in, pressing my body against his. "You're so damn delicious."

"Holy shit. That was incredible."

"Of course, it was," I purr, rising to my feet. "Women my age know things young girls do not. Now, let me show you some of my other talents."