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pumped hard, and even faster when my robe slid off my shoulder like water sliding off smooth rock, and pooling on the bed.

I reached over and picked up my purple dildo.

"Eat it," he said.

I giggled again and licked the tip of my hard rubber dildo. He sucked in and ran his fingers down his shaft and up again. I put my mouth on the head and took the entire thing in my mouth, pulling up revealing a wet path of spit as my tongue licked the wetness from the toy.

He groaned and I did it again, kissing the head of the dildo and mouth taking down to the base and up again. Sucking a dildo took skill, mimicking his motions with my mouth, him groaning as I moaned and sucked.

"You need to study how to give blow jobs," H said before.

"How?" I asked.

"Like how I studied to give orgasms and g-spots" He said. "Online. Videos...read up."

"You mean study porn?" I asked.

"No. Educational videos." H said.

"Huh. Like a sex education vid?" I asked.

H shook his head and sighed. "You want to give a better blow job, you find out how."

That was three years ago. Before we went open. Perhaps it was a start to snowball into something. Or maybe it was when H started filming our sex and blow jobs that got him thinking and he was giving me advice.

I wanted to be better blower. So, I googled and studied women magazines and other videos, not porn. H helped too showing me videos he found, and we watched together and practiced. Often.

"Show me your pussy," The butler said.

And why was he — the butler? Because when I asked him, "What is your kink?"

"Maids," He said. "I like all maid costumes. All costumes — nurse, doctor, police...all costumes."

"Cosplay," I said. For a period I called him that but butler seemed more like him. Cool and quiet. He barely spoke and watched quietly with an intense gaze. It was easier opening a clam than his mouth.

He had nice lips. A boyish face with large eyes. A cool haircut and a confidence unlike someone his age.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"What does it matter? I like you a lot. You are so beautiful and I want to play with you for a long time."

"So, you want to be my FWB?" I asked.

"Yes," He said.

"Don't you play with other girls?" I asked.

"You have many guys."

"True, I do," I smiled.

"But, I like you the most," He said.

"Okay, let's be FWB." And that was how it started. Butler was my first Friend with benefits. We weren't just friends. He had seen all my privates. Closed up and far.

"Show me your pussy," he said and I pointed my phone to my wet, hot pussy after a round of orgasm that he caused by pumping his cock so well and his cold instructions of what he wanted me to do.

"Open your legs," he ordered.

I sat on the ground and open in the W-shape that they all liked.

"Put it in," he said. "Harder...faster..."

I did as he told and in seconds he watched as I cummed. With him, I cummed again and again listening to his groans and moans, and watching him play but not cumming.

"Why don't you cum?" I asked, panting, staring at the river of squirt flowing down and under my bed.

I was a dirty bitch.

He laughed. I caught his eyes twinkling as he stared at me. "I like you too much. I don't want to cum. I'm holding back."

"Do you ever cum?" I asked.

A good question. Mr. Butler never cummed. He stayed hard and we played an hour or more, Ieaving me exhausted with the different positions he ordered, while he pumped away and not cumming.

"I cum," he said.

"When am I going to see it? You know I love cum." I pouted.

Yes. That was part of the reason vid sex drove me wild. The ending, the satisfaction of getting the guy off. The sound of his final climax as mine came straight after.

He laughed. "You'll see when we meet."

"If you want it, tell me. I will play with you."

And so he said. But things always never turned out the way we wanted.

We promised to meet every Tuesday morning to play but he only made it three times and then stopped.

I wore a new lingerie each time we met and being new to this, practiced how I'd seduce him. We played stripping which I loved and he laughed at my shyness even after he'd seen everything.

With him, vid sex was always an hour, and I cummed four times and squirted twice each time we meet. He knew how to extend our play and loved watching me cum.

"I want to see your face," He said. "You're so beautiful when you cum."

And then one day he disappeared. Two weeks went by and I waited like a love-lost girl by the laptop. Waiting for him to show. I figured he was busy with work and exhausted. I was worried he fell sick and there was no way other than from Insta and Kakao to reach him.

We weren't close.

We were just sex friends.

We weren't FWBs. I was just bluffing myself.

And on that day when I cried, H was working from home. He kept himself away in a different room, taking his meeting calls, giving me space to play.

But I wasn't playing and when he saw me crying, he got mad and grabbed me and fucked me good, making me film it so I could send it to Butler as a warning.

Lose this chance, you lose the MILF.

And after dropping the vids and warnings. I said I didn't want to talk to him anymore and deleted him from Insta and Kakao and my life.

Many guys have seen the vids of that day. Many who read this would know what I'm saying.

The black silky bodysuit. The doggy sex. My moans and cries mixed with lust and sadness. My breasts escaping as H pounded into me.

I am the MILF. I am the Cougar.

The Cougar didn't cry. She hunted. She is Queen.

And that was how my first FWB ended. Or so I thought.

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