I was in a rut with my social life. I understood that not everyone was vaccinated yet, and that there were still some restrictions on spacing and so on when at public venues, but you'd think I would at minimum be able to find someone online and then meet in person. I wasn't THAT bad a catch, was I? 28 years old, in good physical shape, well-toned, 5-foot-10, brown hair and eyes, 7-inch cock (and decently thick), and in decent financial shape. In between jobs at the moment, yes, but it's not like I had never worked in my life.
So when I finally got a nibble, I eagerly jumped at it. Phyllis was (according to her profile) a nurse, retired after her doctor husband kicked the bucket - he was one of the first COVID deaths, before we even knew it had hit the US. A patient had come to see him complaining of the flu in January 2020, and... well. Phyllis was in her 40's, but didn't look it. Her red hair didn't have a trace of gray. She was decently thick-framed without being obese, had C-cup breasts, and the pic of her in her miniskirt showed spectacular legs and a barely-covered ass that would be every man's fantasy - round, plump enough to grip, and not the size of a house.
After several intense weeks of correspondence - neither of us had a job to interfere, after all - Phyllis suggested I move into her house. "Even if we don't actually end up dating, you can stay rent-free. I'll appreciate the eye candy."
Well, I wasn't going to turn down that offer. I didn't have a huge amount of stuff, and it all fit into the large bedroom she installed me in. The house had a code you had to enter in the front (and back) doors to get them to open, and I did not have that code. "I'll get you everything you need," Phyllis said. "You have your electronics already, and as far as food, water, toiletries, etc., go, just write down what you need or want and I'll provide it."
She was as good as her word. And a better cook than me, as I found out when I made hamburgers one day and she made them the next. "I'll do all the cooking," Phyllis informed me. "I'm thankful you tried, but..."
I understood. I would stick to what I was good at - working out for half an hour a day to stay toned (she would watch and compliment my muscles - she hadn't been kidding about me being eye candy, apparently), and playing video games and computer games.
About two weeks after I moved in, Phyllis sprung her one and only condition on me for me staying with her and having all my needs met.
"We can date, or not," she informed me. "I'd love it if we did. But you must let me have three sessions per week where I drain the cum from your balls - and drain a little something else too."
"A... little something else?"
"Did you ever see the movie I Come In Peace?"
I had to think. The movie had been made before I was born, but I had seen it once, as about a 12-year-old.
"That's the one where the alien uses humans as factories to produce endorphins?"
"That's the one. Technology has advanced a lot since then, plus I'm not a psycho, so I use a method that doesn't kill or even harm you. No needle in the arm with drugs. But I will drain your endorphins as well as your cum."
"Um, all right... I guess..."
She brushed her lips against mine. "Good choice, Tom. No time like the present. I'll give you half an hour to shower and use the washroom, then come out naked to the living room."
25 minutes later, I walked naked into the living room. Phyllis was wearing only a white lab coat, open in front so I could get a perfect view of her breasts and her pussy.
"Helllllooooo, nurse!"
"Glad you like my outfit, Tom. You'll like this even better."
She removed the coat and hung it on a coat rack. Then she pulled my naked body against her naked body and planted a deep kiss on me. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and twined with mine before sliding what felt like halfway down my throat. When she finally broke the kiss to breathe, I stood there in a daze.
"Come along." She scooped me into her arms and carried me down a flight of stairs I somehow hadn't noticed before. Then she tossed me onto a large, comfortable bed, momentarily knocking the air out of my lungs. Before I could recover, she had gently spread my limbs and bound my ankles and wrists with a very soft material. She then attached what looked like some sort of medical tubing to a spot on my forehead, and I felt a small pinch. The tubing came up from the wall behind me, so it didn't interfere with her accessing anywhere else on my body.
"Uh..."
"To collect your endorphins, dear boy. But you have to produce some first. Just FYI, I had both my kids by the time I was 21 and then had an oophorectomy. Two is plenty: they're both in their 20's themselves by now and have left the nest, never to return. So if you cum inside me, don't worry. Speaking of cumming, what's your favorite way to cum?"
"Er..."
"My beautiful body have you tongue-tied, kid? I'll pick, then. I do want you to fill my pussy, but you haven't cum in a while, so you wouldn't last 2 minutes right now. Let's get a load out of you first, then I'll ride you."
Phyllis ran her hands over my chest, and just that amount of touch caused my cock to stiffen. It had been close to three months since I last came, so...
"Ooh, nice. Yeah, that'll be awesome to have inside me."
She wrapped her hand around my pole and began slowly stroking me. Smooth and sensual. I felt waves of pleasure spread outwards from my groin, flowing through my skin. I moaned softly, and she continued her slow movements. My cock was already twitching with excitement. She placed her other hand on my balls and caressed them as they rapidly filled. Her eyes smiled at me as she continued pumping. My body shivered and my legs started to tense. Her hands moved a bit faster, and she scraped her fingernails along my sac. That got me to the edge. She suddenly raced her hand up and down, and my cum burst forth, landing on my belly.
"Very nice, Tom." Phyllis licked up all the cum from my skin, then swallowed it. "You'll be ready to go again in just a few minutes. That wasn't nearly everything you have stored up. In the meantime, you should lick my pussy before I ride you."
That seemed fair. She swung her body around and lowered her slit to my mouth. I ran my tongue along it. Her juices were already leaking. They tasted good. I probed, trying to find her clit. She shifted herself so I could tease it with the tip of my tongue. Her shapely body shivered. Her hand reached down to start stroking me to life again as I licked her. I slipped between her folds and began swirling my tongue in circles, lapping up her honey. Her legs wrapped around my head. I worked her until she tensed, then squirted.
"Good job, Tom."
