The Silver Fox

This story, I was also singing karaoke. A table of women, wearing business suits, was across the bar from me. My vision was a bit blurred but they looked to be around their thirties.

These women kept looking at my table and whenever this happened, I would always say to my friends “Look, they’re checking you out.” In this case, as with many, they were looking at me.

This brunette came over to me and proceeded to shoot the shit. I asked her if she wanted to go to the Twin and do some dancing. Off we went to shake our booties.

While on the dance floor, she says to me “I hope I don’t see my daughter here”. WTF! Just how old was this woman. Her daughter had to be at least nineteen to get in. I let the thought pass as there are two questions you never ask a woman; her age and her weight.

After making out like school children on the dance floor, we grabbed a seat. Silver Fox starts to mumble something in my ear. That’s right, I finally noticed the silver lining. I couldn’t hear a damn thing as it was too noisy. I ask her to repeat, still nothing. Finally I get right up to her face and she yells into my ear “Hell, I’ll shove my high-heel in your ass if that’s what you want!”

Hello Pussy!

Queue the lesson in sex. We tried many positions and even did 69 while I stood up; quite a limber old thing. The sex was out of this world. After screwing on every piece of furniture I owned, I threw her on the floor for the finishing act. When I was about to cum, I fucked hard and fast until it arrived. She said to cum in her because she had a hysterectomy and it didn’t matter. So I did. What a night. A fucking hysterectomy, hey? Way to step it up a notch lady, well done.

Afterwards, she immediately hopped up and headed out the door. Silver Fox couldn’t even stand, but neither could I for that matter. On her way out she wanted me to walk her home. She also said “I promise I didn’t do anything with your Dad.”

Now hold on right one fucking minute!

“What did you say?” I asked.

“I used to party with your Dad when we were teenagers,” she replied.

Turns out Silver Fox was fifty years old, a new personal record. I got outside and told her to walk home alone. Upset, she stumbled down the road. No way in Hell I am waking up next to that. Who knows what she would look like by then; although, I am quite convinced she was tight as Hell and the hottest Cougar I’d ever seen. Or been with for that matter!

Can I call her a Cougar? Thirties is a Puma. Forties is a Cougar. Fifties, I say maybe a Tiger, or should I just classify her with the rest of the old woman who fuck young guys? A dirty old whore!

Excerpt From

Socially Unacceptable

VICTOR BLACK

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