It was a nice afternoon. Peter was laying in the bed, wearing just his boxers. His dark hair cut short. His body that of a slim athlete. He was 22. He had some experiences with girls. His relationships didn’t last very long. He could not fathom if there was a problem with the girls of his age, or with him. So he decided to go find an older woman. He had found one on an online dating site. Now he was laying in her bed, waiting for her.
None of them was looking for serious relationships. Both believed that the big gap in age could cause troubles. Besides, they were too heartbroken. They have been dating for a month.
Marta entered the bedroom. She was a redhead in her forties. She could be Peter’s mum. Peter was glad that she wasn’t. Otherwise, he could not had sex with her.
Marta had slender body with medium-sized breasts. They were natural and saggy, but the latter comes with the age. Peter loved how they bounced when she rode him. She had a long, black, transparent negligee. He could barely saw her bare breasts. She had black panties under that negligee. She was bare feet.
Peter’s cock rose immediately, at least to an extent that the boxers allowed. Marta saw the bulge and bit her lips. She laid down next to him and they kissed each other. She caressed his boxers, he her panties. They made out. She touched him across the body. He scratched her back.
She could see that he was too horny. She put off his boxers. He didn’t protest, which she took as yes. If he was nervous, then she would ask him if he wanted her to do it but he seemed relaxed.
“Don’t come in my mouth, otherwise I will end this date, you understand,” she asked.
“Yes, I do. I will tell you when I am close.”
“Just tell if it feels good, or if it hurts, ok,” she asked him.
“Of course.”
Marta doubted that he would. Many men before him said the same, but almost none kept his word.
She began to blow him. For him, it was a great blowjob. He had only one before and the girl wasn’t as experienced with it as was Marta. She was stroking his cock while she blowed him.
“Does it feel good,” she asked.
“Yes. Could you suck a bit more,” he asked. She did.
“Ouch, that’s too much.”
She eased the suction a bit.
“That’s good,” Peter said.
“And the tempo?”
“That’s great too.”
He watched as she was giving him a good time. He didn’t see her face because of her hair, so he gently pulled it away.
It didn’t look as good as in porn. The girls in the videos seemed very excited to do it, look you in the eyes, smile, moan. Marta, on the contrary, looked as if concentrated. She wasn’t looking at him, nor did she smile. Probably. He didn’t see her face. She was silent. The only sound heard was her slurps. It sounded good though and Peter found himself aroused by the sounds, along with her head bobbing up and down. What counted most was the feeling. He couldn’t have that with porn and he was glad that Marta had replied to his message in the dating site.
“Marta, I am close,” he said after a few minutes.
She stopped the blowjob and said “Okay.” Then she grabbed a tissue, put it above his cock and continued to stroke it until he blew his load into it. They both smiled. They were happy.
Good endurance for his age, Marta mused.
“How do you feel,” asked Marta.
“Great. That was great,” he replied, totally relaxed.
“Great, I am glad to hear that. Now it is my turn. Before we have sex, I would like to be teased a bit. Do you wish to lick me or finger me? Or I can show you something else. My fetish, if you wish.”
“What kind of fetish?” Peter asked.
“I like to get off with my vacuum cleaner from time to time,” said Marta.
“From time to time,” he grinned.
“Well I also like to get off with other things, but this is what I wanted to show you today. If you wish, that is,” said Marta.
You may think that people hide their fetishes. That is maybe true for some of them. Most of those people hide them because they are ashamed of them. They fear that they will be laughed at in work or in their friend circles.
Marta was one of those people who couldn’t give a toss about what other people thought about her. Those thoughts belonged to the people, not to her. They said more about them than about her, she always said. Besides, she didn’t sleep with her colleagues. With friends, maybe a few. But those she found on the internet. If any of them talked about her fetish or their sex life, who would believe them? Who would care? She didn’t expected to anyone rang her doorbell just to ask about those things. People were too busy with their fears and thoughts.
That’s why Marta didn’t have any problem with asking Peter outright if he would like to try it.
“How does it work”, asked Peter.
“I sometimes rub myself on the vacuum, or the hose. Most of the time, however, I just turn the sucker on and let it muffle on my pussy till I am sucked dry,” said Marta.
“Sounds good. What is my part in it,” asked Peter.
“I don’t want you to stick your cock in the vacuum hose, if you don’t want to.”
“Actually, I don’t, so thank you,” he said.
“Great. More time for me then, ” she giggled. “We will turn on the vacuum and you will suck me off with it, okay?”
“Yep. Let’s do it. I am curious how it works,” said Peter.
“Wait here,” she stood up and went from the bedroom. Peter could hear rumbling in the small room where she had all the junk. Then she came back with a vacuum cleaner.
“What do you want to do with that,” asked Peter.
“Me? Nothing. You will be the one who will make me cum with this, so that I do not have to do it myself. Time to learning something new, honey.”
His jaw dropped. What? His mind has just exploded.
“What,” he asked.
“Oh don’t play stupid. You men do it. Stuck your cock in here,” she fingered the tube. “I just took an inspiration. It works,” she blinked.
“Now come on, stand up and put it in the wall,” she told him.
He did as was told. In the meantime, she laid on her bed. She had the negligee and her wet panties back on.
“But how,” asked Peter, standing in front of the bed, in his boxers, holding the hose in one hand.
“Come here.”
He did.
“Rub the hose on my pussy.”
He wanted to put the panties off again, but she stopped him.
“Uh uh. No. Let them where they are for now. Just rub it on them.”
He began to rub the hose on her panties. She closed her eyes. Her mind went off again to the kingdom of pleasure. It won’t reach it without yet. Another thing would be needed for that.
“Okay. That’s enough. Turn it on, please,” she whispered.
He plugged the vacuum into the wall and turned it on. The engine roared into life.
“Bring it here to bed,” she asked him.
He did it.
“I love that sound. Makes me all wet,” said Marta.
“What now,” asked Peter.
“Try it on my breasts.”
He did. The negligee was opaque to a degree, so he could see her nipples. He put the hose on one of them. The vacuum sucked it in along with the negligee. The nipple clogged the hose and the machine’s engine went up, desperately trying to breathe some air in.
Marta, however, let air out of her lungs in a moan.
Peter pulled the hose. The vacuum tried to pull Marta’s breast with it, but once it was too high, it didn’t have enough power to hold on it any longer and released it. Peter sucked the breast a few times, then the other one.
He soon understood that the vacuum wasn’t gasping for air, it wanted Marta’s breasts!
He decided to play with her bare breasts. Marta helped him taking her negligee off.
She was moaning with pleasure each time the vacuum slurped her breasts and released them in a slurping sound.
“This is fun,” said Peter.
“I know, right,” said Marta.
Peter got a hang off it pretty quickly. He went with the hose from Marta’s breasts down to her pussy, sucking her skin along the way.
Marta’s body bent in anticipation of her pussy being sucked, but Peter moved the hose on her thighs instead. He then moved the hose from one thigh to the other one, going round her pussy on purpose. Her soft moans went to throaty groans as she was frustrated with desperation.
Peter decided not to continue the teasing. He checked the setting on the vacuum. It was set to lowest.
He slowly, carefully put the hose on the panty-covered pussy. There was a quick slurping sound, followed by a thump, as the panties and pussy lips were sucked into the hose. Also, Marta’s voice was heard, giving Peter a hint that finally, he managed it and that it was the best feeling in the world.
He played with her pussy as he had played with her breasts let it be sucked in, let the vacuum’s engine roar with hunger for Marta’s juices, then pull the hose away, giving her pussy break for another round. It was as if the vacuum didnt want to let go, but didn’ had the power to clench on it either.
He noticed that Marta was mostly moaning in the moments of her pussy being sucked in and out. He wasn’t content with what he was doing. He wanted to give her more pleasure. Let the vacuum slurp on her more, instead of clutching at her desperately, he mused.
He let the hose sucked Marta’s pussy again and began to experiment. First, he made circle movements with the hose, as if it was her fingers who massaged herself down there. That was not it, he mused.
Then he angled the hose a bit. There. He could hear the slurping sound more often. Now get the right angle where the hose could not get suck on Marta’s pussy entirely, but would not release it either.
The panties were in the way of his experiment. He pulled them aside.
Then he discovered the right angle. First, the fluttering of her pussy. Second, Marta’s loud moans.
He was watching with excitement as her pussy lips were slammed at the inner wall of the hose and curled frantically. It was an amazing view.
Then he saw juices pour from Marta’s pussy. Some of them were sucked right away, other flew down to her ass cheeks.
Marta’s legs started convulsing, her pussy to throb. She came into the vacuum hose with loud scream. Her hand pulled his away from her pussy.
He sucked the juices from her thighs and ass cheeks and turned off the vacuum cleaner. The silence in the room was interrupted by Marta’s breathing. Like she was running a marathon, Peter thought.
“That was amazing,” Marta said with a big smile. She caressed Peter on his neck and gave him a kiss.
“Nor did I. I will never look at vacuum cleaner the same way,” he responded and gave her a kiss.
They laid down for a few more moments.
In the evening, Peter went home tired, but happy. Marta was asleep the moment she closed the door behind Peter and jumped to bed.