Chapter Three - Service, Seduction, Surrender
Author's Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment, if not choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the third in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context. To the gentle readers of the previous chapters I want to express my deep appreciation for your votes, encouragement and comments. Enjoy!
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From my limited vantage - collared, leashed, on my knees crawling as quickly as possible to keep pace with Doreen's long, purposeful strides - her bedroom was small, dominated by a king size bed onto which she literally bounded! That one move confirmed Doreen's agility, grace, strength and purpose - all in a remarkably beautiful woman of 75 years!
One unusual feature I did notice before Doreen's sharp tightening of my leash called me to her immediate service - the box spring and mattress were supported by solid wood beams, stained, thickly varnished and polished - the substantial work of an artisan.
"Don't be such a slowpoke, Frank," Doreen said with mild irritation in her voice.
My leash continued to tighten as I rose from the floor at the foot of the bed and gazed over the mattress top. A vision awaited me. Doreen had already positioned herself in the middle of her large bed. She lay atop smooth, black satin sheets, her shoulders and head propped up by several similarly attired pillows. She looked down on me thru the cleavage of her massive tits. She held the whip like leash in her right hand, pulling me by my collared neck onto the bed and between her widely spread legs. There I saw to my instant delight and arousal Doreen's left hand gently stroking her pussy.
"It's time to see if you can provide the service I require," she said with steel in her sexy voice.
This would be no slow, languorous journey gently kissing and licking my way up Doreen's long, tanned, toned legs. Doreen pulled strongly on my leash until my head was trapped between her thighs, my face inches from her pussy.
"Eat me," Doreen commanded.
Her tan, pink pussy lips were engorged, wet and opened easily to her still probing hand. I slowly began to kiss their outer surface when Doreen violently pulled on my leash plunging my face deep into her sex while pushing her pelvis up, using my entire face to rub against.
"I SAID EAT ME!" Doreen almost screamed.
I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue as deeply into her vaginal folds as possible and began to slave away at her glorious flesh. I grabbed Doreen's left pussy lip in my mouth, sucked it in, battered it with my stiff tongue and gently chewed on its swollen substance.
"That's more like it," Doreen growled in satisfaction.
Doreen grabbed my head in both hands directing my face to areas of her most urgent need. She rhythmically worked her pelvis on my face as her pussy exuded a growing stream of aromatic fluid. I licked and sucked her thickening lips. I plunged my tongue ever deeper in her widening pussy. I licked and sucked her thick, pungent sex juices, gratefully swallowing them - always wanting more.
And Doreen always provided more. Her ragged pink lips tasted so good. I sucked harder on them, chewed harder on them, worked them harder with every muscle of my jaws and she responded with even more heavenly nectar for me to drink, more pulsating pelvic punishment for my eager face.
Doreen's thighs closed on my head and I could barely hear, "MORE. HARDER."
My head was trapped by Doreen's powerful thighs, my face repeatedly beat against her flesh covered pelvic bone. She seemed to have endless folds of flesh to feast on. I gradually began to match her aggressiveness - grasping the hot, wet membranes of her sex with my eager mouth - licking, probing, chewing, tasting - becoming happily lost in this world of Doreen's sexual frenzy.
I was rewarded by ever more of Doreen's sweet sexual nectar; increased pressure from her thighs, guiding hands and pussy as she used my face and head for her pleasure; and the barely audible, urgent cries of "YES!" and "DON'T YOU DARE STOP!"
Stop? Despite the bruising my lips and tongue and nose were taking and despite my growing lack of air, all I wanted to do was continue being used by Doreen for her pleasure - to be suffocated if need be, for her sexual gratification. I was aroused beyond comprehension, my small, hard cock rock hard and again leaking copious amounts of precum. But all I thought of was how to give Doreen more of the pleasure she so obviously craved and enjoyed.
I moved both my hands beneath her firm, muscular buttocks and drew her sex even harder into my face. I could feel her ass muscles straining in my hands and hear Doreen's now high pitched voice, "YES DAMMIT! So good! DON'T STOP! MORE!"
This was not love making. This was FUCKING. Raw. Passionate. Basic.
This was not shared sexual pleasure in the traditional, vanilla sense. This was the willing, desperate service of one partner for the maximum erotic pleasure of the other. Both partners knowing and relishing their roles, exploiting each other for their deep tho different sexual needs.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Timeless. This sexual feast continued.
"MY CLIT, NOW!" Doreen screamed as she forcefully maneuvered my face to position my tiring mouth over her swollen pink bud.
I dove in, no longer in control of my body, just a grateful extension of Doreen's will and desire. I pressed my tongue onto her resilient nubbin of flesh, flattening it against her pelvic bone.
"YES! MORE!" Doreen yelled as her muscles tightened and clamped my mouth to her clit. I flicked it with my tongue, smashed it with my tongue and began to gently chew her rubbery flesh.
Doreen exploded!
"GOD YES! CHEW MY CLIT! DON'T EVER STOP!" she screeched in a high voice.
All her muscles tightened as she convulsed around my head, squeezing me ever deeper into the delicious maw of her sex. Doreen's hips thrust even harder into my face and she unleashed a flood of her delicious cum.
I thought Doreen's orgasm would never end - that I would suffocate or drown - and I would die happy having given her such pleasure. At that moment her pleasure was my whole world.
But, inevitably, to the disappointment of us both, Doreen's sexual storm passed. She relaxed quickly and completely, releasing my head from the wonderful prison of her body. I tried to gently lick the cum from her pussy lips, but a gentle pull on my leash indicated Doreen wanted me to join her at the head of her bed.
As I crawled over her now limp body, I was greeted with a sight I would never have anticipated. Doreen was gently sobbing, with tears rolling down her lovely face!
"Oh no!" I thought. "I hurt her!"
My face must have revealed my concern and panic because Doreen, smiling wanly, said, "I'm OK," in a low, quiet voice. "Hold me now, Frank," she invited.
I crawled to her right side and slipped my left arm under her shoulders curling her towards me. As I gently licked and kissed her tears, I noticed that the few lines which creased her beautiful old face had softened. She relaxed into me and I rocked her gently. I comforted Doreen, serving her in yet another way.
I was content.
We both calmed and Doreen whispered, "When I have a massive cum, I cry."
"Few of my subs can give me such an orgasm orally. Thank you, Frank," she continued.
I was proud.
Doreen reached to my collar and unclipped her leash. She placed the leash between us.
"Feel the braided leather of my leash against your body," Doreen said.
"Someday I will whip you with it. It will burn and sting. You will love me for it," Doreen said in a steady, firm voice.
I was aroused and alarmed.
Doreen raised her face to me and we began gently kissing. She placed her hand on my half hard and dripping cock, slowly stroking me.
After a few minutes of gentle stroking, Doreen broke our kiss.
"I will let you worship my breasts now Frank," she said laying back on her bed.
Doreen's large, soft, perfect tits lay before me. Freeing my left arm, I leaned across Doreen's chest to kiss her left nipple. Doreen placed her hand behind my head and moved her thigh to continue working my wet, hardening rod.
The taste of her flesh was heavenly. Salty, sweet, perfect. I sucked on her large, firming nipple, holding it between my lips and flicking my eager tongue on its surface.
I took a chance, moving my hand down her smooth, rounded belly to gently touch the top of her pussy furrow.
"Yes Frank," Doreen hissed in acquiescence.
I sucked harder on her left nipple, trapping it between my lips, pushing on it hard with my tongue. I began stroking the entire length of Doreen's pussy with my hand. It was wet, warm, full and opened easily, anxiously to my touch.
Doreen moaned softly in my ear, "Good boy."
I spred her swollen pussy lips, probing ever deeper, searching for her vaginal entrance. Found, I slipped my middle finger easily knuckle deep between her greasy folds while simultaneously pushing my thumb on her hardened clit.
Doreen stiffened and pushed my face deeper into the soft pillow of her breast as I began to gently chew her nipple with my teeth. Sucking, chewing, beating her nipple incessantly with my tongue, I began to gently slide by middle finger into and out of Doreen's now sopping cunt.
Her pelvis began to meet each of my finger thrusts, pushing her clit ever harder against my firm working thumb. I was now gulping huge mouthfuls of her massive breast, licking, chewing, tasting and Doreen responded by smashing my face into her tit flesh, covering my mouth and nose completely.
"MORE! HARDER!" Doreen gasped in my ear.
I slipped a second finger into her hungry hole, pushing harder, deeper. Her juices coated my hand which I spread over the entire length her her pussy, smearing her resilient clit with her own juices.
"Now adore my right breast," Doreen commanded as she grabbed my hair in both hands and placed my face squarely in her right boob. My open mouth consumed her hard nipple. I sucked her flesh in deeply, laving it all with my tongue. With lip covered teeth I began to chew her ample flesh.
Smothered by her glorious mammaries, I extended three fingers into Doreen's pussy, pushing my thumb about her clit all the while.
"HARDER! FASTER!" was her response.
I gladly obeyed. Pushing my hand into her pussy harder, faster and deeper I was greeted with more urgent pelvic thrusts and the rhythmic pulsing of Doreen's vaginal muscles about my probing hand. She drove her firm, meaty thigh into my hard, dribbling cock and tender balls in time to the incessant probing of her cunt by my hand. She gave me increasing pleasure and pain which drove me to greater exertions.
"My Pleasure! Not yours!" she rasped in my ear.
"Yes," I responded thru her glorious tit.
"Don't cum!" she commanded. "This is for me!"
"Yes," I muffled again.
I slobbered and chewed her mammaries. I thrust my hand deeper and faster into her wet, warm pussy. My thumb played mercilessly with her clit. I spread my legs to give her greater access to punish my cock and balls with her thigh.
"NOW!"
