Gilf With A Queen of Spades Tattoo On Her Back

A mature woman with thick flowing hair approached me at the bar and asked if she could pay for my next drink. I was taking a break from the casino room where I’d made a modest a killing at the poker table minutes ago. The venue was the Seminole Brighton Bay hotel, over in Glades County, Florida. I was on holiday, at least that’s what I’d like to consider it. The truth was that I was bored waiting on an assignment that wasn’t forthcoming. I had a couple of day’s stay left before leaving for New York and then board a flight back home. In the meantime, what better way to kill some time that see how well my luck might change at the casino, and I’m glad things went well for me. 

That was until the BBW Gilf came out of nowhere and tapped my shoulder. 

When she asked me that 1question, I had about five seconds to decide on whether to accept the drink or not. From the smile and twinkle in her eyes, I decided to take her up on it. She mounted a stool beside me and set her purse on the counter.

“What are you having?” She indicated my drink.

I told her. She signalled the bartender over and ordered two of the same drinks, one for herself. The drinks arrived and we toasted to each other’s health. I was about to inquire who she was, but she beat me to it when she offered me a handshake.

“My name’s Elva,” she said. “We haven’t met before, but you were playing my husband a while ago at the cards table. You know, the older guy in a plaid shirt wearing the Panamanian hat who sat across from you.”

Yes, I did recall the fellow she described; he hadn’t looked like he was having fun at the table though.

“His name’s Steven,” she continued. “We’re here on holiday.”

“Nice. Your first time?”

“No,” she replied. “This was where we spent our fifteenth year anniversary; we’ve been coming here ever since.” 

“Wow. You guys must have had plenty of fun time around.”

“What about you? You look like you’re new here.”

“Why, because I’m black?” I smiled when I said that, wanting her to know that I meant that humorously; Elva got the idea and laughed in response.

“No, it wasn’t that,” she said. “Although that’s got some point, because I don’t often see many black people here. But what I meant is most people around have a sort of dour look about themselves, like they’re too familiar with the place, kinda like my husband and I. But for you, when I saw you, I could almost tell that you’re a newbie here.”

“In that case, you’re correct.” I explained to her that I was here to meet someone who didn’t seem to be showing up anymore. “For now, I’m simply marking time until I leave.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. How long do you have before you leave?”

“Three days from today,” I said.

“Hmm. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind having some company until then? Steven and I have another week’s stay.”

I glanced about the bar as if hoping to recognise her husband amongst the crowd milling about the room.

“Won’t your Steven be out looking for you?”

“Not really,” she said. “He knows where I am, and he knows I was coming here to talk to you. And before you ask, he’s very okay about me seeking out other male company.”

Elva winked at me when she uttered those words. I caught the undertone and knew right away that things were looking up positively for me.

“He won’t mind us going somewhere more private?” I asked. 

“Being private is much preferrable,” she said. “He certainly won’t mind waiting.”

That was it. I hurried with my drink as she did with hers too, then we took our leave. I still looked around to see if I could spot her husband amongst the crowd, but no luck. There were people strolling back and forth from the casino to the bar, and to the restaurant and down the corner to where the hotel souvenir shops were located. We went past the lobby to where the bank of elevators were located and got into one. There were few people inside besides us. I pressed the button for the fourth floor, where my suite was located; Elva didn’t say anything; the only gesture she made was to reach for my hand and squeeze it tight in affirmation.

The doors slid open on my floor, and together we stepped out, holding hands as we strolled down the corridor. I indicated my suite and unlocked the door and then we stepped inside and the door shut behind us.

“Very cosy,” said Elva as I invited her further into the suite. “Ours is on the seventh, facing the east side; yours is on the north.”

“Looks like you know the place too well,” I remarked.

She laughed as she then sat on the living room sofa, opening her legs for me to view the underside of her thighs; she grabbed the hem of her dress and slid it up her thighs. 

“Howe about you come over and give me the guided tour then,” she said.

I went towards her, stopping to take off my shirt. Elva sat forward and helped me with undoing my belt. Her hands were fast. I watched as she had my belt quickly undone, then my zipper, after which she worked my jeans down my waist to further expose what I had hidden behind my briefs. I didn’t get a chance to ask if she seriously wanted to do what I knew she was about to do. There was no stopping her as she popped my penis into her mouth and began sucking me with relish.

I have fucked other men’s wives before. That was originally what brought me to this part of the country in the first place. Some of those wives have ranged from younger to much older Milfs; only on few occasions have I had to stick my cock into mature wives like this one. I often assumed that older wives—or Gilfs for short—don’t usually go out of their way to wanting to get fucked by black studs like myself. Elva here seemed to be of a different breed. 

I bent her over the sofa, pried her butt cheeks apart, and stuck my face between her crack. She tensed and gasped unexpected when I did that.

She did a good job cleaning my pipe. Eventually she rose to her feet and turned around for me to help get her out of her dress. I noticed she had a tattoo on her backside—Queen, it said—then when I further undressed her, I saw she had a Queen of Spades tattoo on her butt cheek; this made things more interesting for me.

I bent her over the sofa, pried her butt cheeks apart, and stuck my face between her crack. She tensed and gasped unexpected when I did that; I’d caught her by surprise. I managed to tongue my way through her ass crack down to her cunt lips hanging off her pussy like a piece of beef jerky. Elva got onto the sofa on both knees and bent further to give me room to keep doing my thing. I listened to her frenzied moans and gasps; I could tell this was something she craved the most.

I rose to my feet, edged forward, and rubbed my penis against her buttock, spilling pre-cum on her flesh. She reached behind to help spread her massive butt for me and then I drilled my way between her folds. I found her cunt and rammed her harder. Elva bucked and jerked forward against the sofa. She planted both hands on the headrest as I started doing my thing. It was massive load of effort tearing into that thick BBW pussy, but I was capable of the task. I kept grunting like a feral animal with each power thrust I gave her. Elva lowered herself further into the sofa, gasping and groaning. Her cries reverberated around the room. I watched as her butt kept bouncing forward and back each time I slammed into her.

We must have been fucking for a long time, though it felt too little to me. I was dripping with sweat within minutes. I reached over and tried to grab her tits while still grunting with each pounding thrust I could summon.

We broke when I pulled out of her and then helped her to her feet and led her into the bedroom to finish her off. She lay on her back, legs and meaty thighs spread for me, and I came and sank deep into her cunt. Elva cooed and moaned louder while wrapping her thick arms around my backside. I inhaled her gasps as she kept muttering into my ear.

“Don’t stop . . . Don’t fucking stop!”

“Ain’t stopping, bitch,” I replied amid grunts. “Ain’t fucking stopping, bitch!”

Our bodies slammed and clapped against each other while my cock felt like it was drowning inside her pussy. I felt myself graduating towards that predictable moment. I tried to think of other stuff to hold it back; it kept drawing closer and closer. Elva sensed it too; her legs locked over my ankles while I kept wrestling on top of her.

I squeezed my eyes shut, grunting through my teeth as I felt immediate spurts escape my penis into her womb.

“Go ahead, give it to me, babe,” she squealed as if she was hurting. “FUCKING FUCK MY PUSSY, BABE! OHH FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME!”

I locked fingers with her as the rush happened upon me. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, grunting through my teeth as I felt immediate spurts escape my penis into her womb. Elva grunted and kept jerking under me as I unleashed inside her.

An hour later, we left my suite and went looking for her husband. He was up in their suite waiting on us. Elva knocked on the door and seconds later it opened and there was her husband Steven, still wearing his Panamanian hat. I shook hands with him and he invited me inside. 

Seems there was going to be more fun awaiting me until I leave Brighton.