You know, I actually haven't done a milf story despite the fact I've been inspired by a couple of those good ones I see around FF. I picked Elise for my next story, time to do a milf story.
The Black Widow
Daniel walked down the corridor in a stupor. His eyes never left the prize that he had finally been awarded. He had been patient, more than patient he had been practically persistent. Daniel been visiting the Black Penguin Club in Noxus for over a year now. It wasn't so much a habit but an addiction. She had been up on stage. Her. Now that wasn't to say that the Black Penguin Club was a strip club before you all get started, it was a gentleman's club… that might have had the occasional side business of objectification. But in the way that gentleman's clubs are in the world they're simply too high class to call it prostitution. Dancers were the name given to the ladies at the club and even if they did indulge in Seamstresses, these ladies favourite activities were to satisfy their guests desires. Admittedly this did cause some confusion when men actually came looking for women who would fix their clothes, but instead of rejecting the Seamstresses the club took it in its pride. They did it on Wednesday nights, along with a round of knitting. There is now a row of woolly penises behind the bar. The girls sometimes play Hoopla with them, much to the awkwardness of the men who made them.
The girls were cancan, pole and ballet dancers. There was no timetable so each night would be random in hopes to make patrons come and visit more often. They were already snared by the women but perhaps they would come again to see something a new each time. The women never stripped though, at least not on stage or in the front room. They all wore the same outfit, a black lace thong bodysuit, and as far as the patrons could tell, nothing else. It was backless and had a split right down the middle allowing cleavage to be clearly shown to the audience from the middle hip all the way to the top, ending in a neat bow around the back of their necks. The bottom half though didn't cover any hip leading down to the thong, the garment itself barely covering the women's assets. The dancers were obviously well shaven. Black ribbons were wrapped around the bodies of the girls on top of the bodysuit, one beneath their breasts and the other around their waist as the suit gave way to uncovered hips. No thighhighs, no gloves, nothing else. No one was allowed to touch. No one was allowed to cat call. It was, after all, a gentleman's club. There were various subtle reminders of what happened to those who disobeyed the rules. The massive cuts in the table, the jar of pickled tongues and most terrifying of all for the patrons, the crossbow on the wall with the plaque underneath it reading: 39 crotches punctured so far. The same steely silver bolt that had been used for every incident sat on its rack just above it. Polished. Often.
Daniel remembered looking around at the patrons. Many had come in here for the same reason he had, but others had come here for matters that required more subtlety. The Black Penguin Club was notorious, apparently, for being the best place to hire people. No doubt deals were struck beneath tables with the underground powers that shifted Noxus politics. After all the Club reeked with power, secret power. He looked towards the staff, each and every one of them, counting them off carefully. The appearances of the staff were a perfect disguise, the club only picked the best of the best. From chef to waiter to bouncer: barman, secretary, janitor, cashier, artist, even the resident piano man. Each one of them a storm of personality brewed under the exact same clothes each one of them wore. Daniel was there the night another futile attempt to take out the club was made. It had started because the club had too much flowing through it, too much politics, too many powerful figures, too much smuggling, too much of everything. The club was the perfect neutral ground within the entire city and it had angered some people. These people wanted to deprive their opponents of tools. They made the wrong choice. What happened is now considered legends that only the few regulars know about. The first one down was taken out by a piano stool. The second by a broom. The third strangled by a woolly dick.
The women of the club never took part in the battle. Mostly to make sure the men still had their pride. Daniel didn't see any of them take the staff backstage, even after hours. He had occasionally spent some time volunteering to help clean up the Penguin in hopes to see her leave but he never saw her. He never saw any of the men with the dancers either. He had inquired the barman as they walked but the staff were surprisingly married, to none of the dancers. Well, all except the piano man. He wasn't even married. Whenever he found someone they ended up just disappearing on him. The barman almost seemed wistful about him. When pressed about the dancers he explained the man didn't want a relationship out of pity despite how beautiful the women were. And they were all beautiful each one wildly unique. The club never took anyone under 20 (But allowed 18 year old men like Daniel) and kept a close eye on any dealings their patrons had. Each room was bugged and publicly expressed so on the front door. Behind the scenes the women had made the place became a haven for child refugees running from slavery, the sex ring or food for the arena, for both gladiators and animals. Each one of them gave off the perfect allure as they walked gracefully among the patrons their sisters dancing up on stage. They talked, chatted, sat, drank, every movement flawlessly made to tempt and tease. It was often hard to tell the difference between the older and younger women, each one was as taut and supple as the other.
All but the one he watched every night he came here. She was the entire reason he still came here... And why he had a tent form in his pants. He watched dumbfounded, short of breath as she got up on stage to do her favourite (and his favourite) dance, throwing her legs higher in the air than any other girl on stage possibly could.
Elise.
The purple skinned goddess could barely fit into the clothing provided by the club, her breasts straining at the straps to get out. Sadly, they never had through all the time he had been watching her. Her ass swallowed the thong, it disappeared into the bubble butt that bounced with every movement. Thick delicious thighs swam outwards from her hips, no doubt powerful enough to choke a man. They led down to her dainty feet that always seemed at home in her high heels. He had gotten warnings about her by the staff but he had always rebuffed them. The girls were allowed to pick out a man each week if they so wanted and it wasn't unusual, sexual tension flew through the room, filled the air until it was palpable. It was an amazingly tense yet strained feeling, like the entire room was an orgy waiting to happen. So many let their urges out on customers who also let their urges out on them but Daniel only had eyes for Elise. The waiter had noticed Daniel's obsession first warning him to stay away from her. It only fueled Daniel's lust for her as his mind only heightened the need for Elise rather than making him fear her. She was apparently a cult leader, she had control of many magical elements, and she picked out only 4 patrons a year, all of which never came back. They had all warned him, it wasn't hard to notice his irregularity amongst the patrons. He didn't listen though. He waited. He couldn't go up to her but he could stare at her. The dancers picked the guests so he waited, waited until he would be picked. He thought the staff would've told her by now but maybe it was her teasing him, making him wait, leaving him in this pain whilst he couldn't be with her.
Instead what had happened tonight is she had come straight up to him after her show. She had sat down with him and stroked his crotch right there in the room. It was a sight to behold to the other patrons. Elise barely came down to them at all. But to actually touch a customer sexually! Elise had quickly stopped after noticing the eyes from the staff. She was crossing a line that was explicitly forbidden. She shrugged it off like no big deal. But she was afraid of something, Daniel had seen her wince from the glares. That also meant that she didn't want to wait for him, that she actually wanted him.
Her face was too close to his as she talked. She had ordered food and started purring out words.
"I see you often here Daniel. Always here just for me?" She asked as she speared a hunk of meat on the end of her fork.
"I am. But why are you here Elise? What use does a cultist have in this place?"
"Everyone has to relax Daniel," A lusty smile growing wider as she watched the human opposite her. "I just find this place amazing for… releasing stress," She purred as she closed her mouth around the meat.
Daniel stared at her while she chewed, barely touching the wine or food set out in front of him. Elise swallowed and licked her lips.
"So you're a regular, but not interested in any of the younger girls?"
"You say that like you're not one of them,"
"Oh please Daniel, with this body?" Elise shrugged and pointed to herself, rolling her shoulders so her entire outfit and body shifted with her. She eyed him closely "What? Had an unsatisfactory relationship with your mother?"
Daniel didn't listen too much of what else she said over the rest of the meal. Instead he focused on just watching her plump lips. They were dabbed a darker red as she sipped from the wine glass in front of her. He smiled as she got up from the table and simply curled a finger towards him, inviting him. The one he had been waiting for.
The two of them walked down the corridor, Daniel's eyes fixed on Elise's uncovered ass. It swung in front of him like a pendulum as she walked, her hips swinging. On the edges of his hearing he could hear a small song. Someone was whistling. Nothing much to break his concentration on the woman in front of him but as they turned the corner, they both saw him.
The piano man stood outside the door that was labelled "Dancers". Long shaggy hair covered most of his face, the rest covered with a scarf around his neck. He was strange though, when he performed out there on stage, he was brazen. He was alive. He talked, yelled and drank with everyone else. Yet like an old highway robber he stood there. Waiting, whistling, watching. Elise nodded to him as she passed him and he barely nodded back. As Daniel got closer his head turned up and looked at him. He didn't nod, but he didn't say no to Daniel and that was all Daniel needed. He followed Elise past the creepy piano man, the whistling being cut off by the closing of the door.
It was a smaller corridor with a slew of doors, each one black against the red wallpaper.
Elise's room was spacious enough but it was barely needed. Daniel pushed Elise down onto the large black dentist chair that sat in the middle of the room. Daniel slammed it back to a thirty degree angle and got on top of her wanting the most control he could get over her. Elise watched on as his hands went to her shoulders and held her down. The tent in the front of his trousers straining to get out.
"Someone's eager."
Daniel's hands went to her cleavage, grabbing the lace and recklessly ripped it open. Elise gasped as the air struck her bare breasts, covering them up teasingly with her hands. Daniel ignored her and brought his face close, as she did to him in the main room, climbing on top of her.
"You're mine," Daniel whispered possessively in her ear, kissing it gently but firmly.
"My my, you really do have mummy issues to want this widow,"
"I didn't know you were married," Daniel bit down on her ear earning a gasp from the squirming Elise in the chair. His hands smothered her skin, stroking every exposed piece of it.
"I still am. How does it make you feel, fucking a married mother?" Elise's purple skinned hands snuck around his body, one behind his head and the other down over the tent in his trousers.
Daniel responded instead by putting his mouth over hers. Elise moaned into the kiss as Daniel's rough tongue reached into her mouth going deeper and deeper. Their tongues mingled. The kiss became rough and passionate, both parties fighting to gain control. Passion ran rampant. The kiss became tangled, their lips shifting to each other's necks, planting hot burning marks, biting on smooth skin, greedily licking up saliva as it dripped down their faces. All the while Elise's legs slipped their way around Daniel's waist her feet locking themselves in each other. Daniel groaned as Elise slipped her hand into his crotch, her nimble fingers slipping around his member and giving it slow gentle pumps. Not breaking the kiss Elise unbuttoned him completely and slid off his lower clothes leaving him bare. Not a bad size as she concocted a plan in her head. Feet on his ass she pushed him down onto her, placing his cock between her legs, tightly locking her thighs around it.
Daniel started thrusting immediately, feeling better than he had ever felt before. His hands went immediately to her broad backside, sensually squeezing each cheek in his hands as he continued to thrust. Elise bucked against him, small motes of pleasure running through her body as she massaged her own breasts. Daniel surprised her as he moved his mouth over the luscious nipple that was left unguarded. Large and pink, the nipple rolled in his mouth as he suckled on it, Elise twitching below him. Elise panted, finding it hard to speak as her moans and gasps grew louder and louder as time dragged on. Daniel's speed increased, his cock becoming engorged with blood as he ground it against her wet sopping lips. It was a wet furnace down there. Elise moaned and gripped Daniel's hair, pulling on it as her body sweated, the heat of the room boiling them both as skin stuck to skin.
Elise squeezed her muscles down on Daniel's member as she felt the pressure build up in her. She heard him grunt as he came, firing ropes of cum down onto the chair and between her thighs, accumulating among the already sticky mess down there. Daniel panted as he held onto Elise's shoulders, pleasure discharged itself throughout him. Elise squeezed her thighs as her breasts rose and fell, jiggling seductively in front of her as she milked the man for what he had. Her hands around his body, she twisted with inhuman flexibility, rotating them so Daniel was now on bottom. Still waiting for his strength to return, he had no choice but to accept this as Elise hovered over him, breasts swinging seductively above his face.
"Don't worry baby, I got you,"
Elise turned around and faced the brightly lit makeup mirror. She slowly and carefully peeled the rest of the bodysuit off her, allowing it to gently drop to the floor below them both. The cock below her was still hard so she wasted no time spearing herself down upon it. Daniel groaned as the numbness from his recent orgasm got thrown aside as this new tight wet orifice squeezed down on him. Elise moaned as pleasure shook her being whenever their hips met. She watched herself in the mirror, her breasts bouncing up and down in front of her. She raised a hand to stop one of them and to massage it, the other on his chest keeping her steady as she bounced on Daniel's cock. Daniel bucked feebly at first but slowly regained his strength back. He watched fascinated as a silhouette of Elise slammed down onto his hips. Her giant butt jiggled with every slam. Instinctively he reached out and put his hands on her hips, helping her movements as she moaned out gloriously. He felt her slow down slightly, the wind taken out of her as her mind filled with pleasure. Thinking it was an apt time to take over, he picked her up in his arms, pulling her off his cock, much to her noticeable disappointment.
Daniel placed Elise on her hands and knees against the chair, her ass pointing up at him. His hands stroked her ass slowly as they made their way down her thighs. Elise shivered as a single finger ran over her asshole, followed by her pussy. She panted as she waited for him, her body shaking, waiting for the pleasure. She felt Daniel's knob press up against her nether lips and moaned loudly as he slammed into her. She panted exasperated as she waited for him to move. Daniel didn't move however, instead enjoyed her body out in front of him. His hips up against her massive spongy ass. His hands on her thick thighs. It was all so perfect. Even the long scars on her back were beautiful. He drew out, groaning from the friction and slammed back into the tight burning hot entrance. Elise moaned beneath him, her arms shaking as pleasure washed through her with every thrust. Her nipples itched, wanting to be pleasured. Her thighs tensed, taking on the wild and hard thrusts from his cock as it barrelled its way inside her. Daniel was growing wilder, both of their control eroding with the constant waves of pleasure.
He groaned with Elise's moans as he came. Elise screeched as she came seconds after him, a loud ripping sound filling the air.
Daniel groaned again as Elise's body convulsed, her orgasm exploding through her. She sighed when it finally ended and noticed the extra weight behind her. She groaned and weakly pushed herself up, her arms sore from the dancing and sex. She pushed Daniel off her spider claws that had burst out of her back. She sighed. They were such a pain to get back into her body and the staff never let her dance with them, despite all the tricks she could do with them.
She let Daniel drop to the floor and then straddled him. She had pierced him in three places by accident. She was going to kill him later but it turns out she had just done it now. Oh Daniel she thought. You were so cute. Pity you had to go. Truely.
The door creaked open in front of her.
The piano man stood there.
He barely took in her naked body as he looked at the body on the ground. The previous regular now was no longer regular, it would expelling all its regular out later as well. He didn't want to deal with this shit. Literally.
"Perfect timing honey, I'd just finished,"
The piano man didn't respond at first. "Yet you usually like to toy with your food,"
"And yet here you are. How'd you know I finished this early?"
The piano man glanced at her. "You smell of death,"
"Don't we all sugar?" Elise licked her fingers, blood dripping off them.
Plz Review, tell me what you think
Need to improve and get to work, slowly picking up the pace of my work, going into animation and photoshop drawing as well as filming and writing. Madness, I know. But it's fun, and I love it! And I wanna do it!
