As kids we were always told to stay away from the 56D flat in our society. It was the fourth floor house in the corner building. The most secluded place and right next to the boundary wall beyond which were forests and later factories whose smoke we could sometimes observe in the far away skies. Since it was not close to any of the park, we would never go near it on our own.
As we grew up it became just like any other house in the modern society- not to be disturbed unless you knew them and even then, only at a good time.
I had met my school friends that day at the local bar and the topic of the house had come up out of nowhere and discussed at length. They all had heard about it from me back then, when they came to play in my society. Never had I really thought about it in the last 10-15 years, and that night it sounded to me like a new adventure that awaited in my mundane life.
When I parked my car, it was around 12:30 in the night. My parents were probably asleep already in the house, and I'm single so no wife either. I started walking towards that house. It was a cool night with bright moonlight. The big glass windows came into view first, perfectly clean and all closed with thick black curtains. One could see clouds reflecting on them.
One more thing we all had heard about the house was that some old woman lived there who didn't have any earthly relatives. But nobody had met her or wanted to talk about her.
I climbed up the stairs. The downstair neighbours were definitely having sex, I could hear the woman moan quite clearly. I kept climbing. The fourth floor door had no bell so I hesitated a bit. Was I supposed to call out or bang the iron door with my fist or what? I decided to knock with my knuckle. It made a louder noise than I had expected. It echoed into the house.
My palms were getting sweaty now. It was a perfectly normal society home, what could be in there? And what would I say if some homely man opened the door annoyed at me waking him up in the middle of the night? Worst case: they kill me here and nobody knows where I went. All these thoughts were suppressed by my tipsy mind and the only question that kept revolving was -- what the hell is in there?
It had been a few minutes. I knocked a little harder again. The light moaning from the below neighbours stopped. I heard footsteps. Holy shit, those sounds were coming from this house? They are so gonna kill me now.
I had taken a small backfoot step when the door opened.
A woman in her 50s came upto the door and looked at me. She was short but with a beautiful face. Her silver hair perfectly brushed and cut into a savvy pixie cut.
And then I realized, she was completely naked and panting a little. I had forgotten about the moaning. I could feel my erection growing in my pants as I looked at her.
'Yes? Are you gonna say something or just stare?'
'Uhm ahem, how on earth are they so perky?'
What the fuck was I asking? Did I actually just ask that? I should have not trusted my friends with bringing my drinks, I must be high as fuck right now! No wonder I felt a little dizzy earlier climbing up.
She kept looking at me up and down and then threw open the door completely. I could see her much better now. She was barefoot. She cupped her breasts and gave one of them a lick. As soon as she did, I realized I was having a raging boner now and that's where she was looking!
'Sorry,' I said and started to take off. She kept her eyes on me. I had to stop mid-step for no reason other than lust. I took another peak. Her tongue was still slowly sliding across her surprisingly smooth and glowing breast skin.
'You wanna join?' she asked when she had slipped her tongue back in.
I kept standing there confused. Why the hell was I not walking away? Am I this stupid when I'm horny? Am I actually considering? No way! But she is so hot. I am so high right now.
My penis head throbbed as more blood rushed into it. I adjusted my legs and in-turn my pants. Her eyes again shifted to my crotch again, and another round of throbbing initiated in me.
She walked out of her doorway. Anybody walking on the street could have seen her right now except it was middle of the night. It was very sexy. She held my hardened penis with one hand as if it were a low hanging apple on a tree.
'That's quite good,' she held my balls up in her palm and seemed to checked their weight.
'Emptied on last Friday? 8 days ago?'
I forced my brain to think and she was actually correct. I had masturbated that exact day and not once after that. That's some serious talent.
Without waiting for an answer, she started stroking me over my pants. Three long strokes and the shape of my dick and balls could be made out in the front of my pants from a mile away. Her breasts were deliciously close to me now and I could smell a very horny woman standing next to me; stroking me in the middle of the night in a public spot. The realization made me hornier.
I cupped her breasts and ran both my thumbs over her nipples. They were dark brown against her light skin, with big spreading areolas. She stayed calm but her breathing had slowed down visibly.
'Are you a virgin?' she stopped suddenly and stepped away from me. My hands were left grabbing empty air.
'No!' I protested although I was, 'I get girls all the time. In fact one time I was even with a guy!'
'Hmmm,' she scanned my eyes. I was sure she was gonna call out my lie, but something changed in her mind and she said, 'come in now.'
I walked behind her. She asked me to close the door after me. The inside of the house was warm. The walls were all painted matte black and the floor was black marble. The ceiling might have been black too but it was hard to tell because there were so many studio grade lights beamed downwards. The furniture was scarce. One sofa, a coffee table, a TV on the wall and a carpet with embroidery.
'Do you shoot porn?'
'Sometimes when I'm free, it's easy money.'
'What do you do other times?'
She ignored me.
Somehow, I felt really secure in her house, and over-welcomed. She walked ahead of me to a door on the right, it's the bedroom door in our house. Her ass was just as perky as her breasts and shook lightly as she walked. She opened the door and gestured for me to enter first. I did.
This room followed the same black theme with bright studio lights hanging from the ceiling. The room had a giant bed in the middle. A desktop computer on one side. A bookshelf on the other. And in the space towards the foot of the bed it was suspiciously empty. The wall on that side had some thick nails hammered in at specific points as if for some specific use.
She walked in behind me and locked the door.
'Sorry I'll just clean this and come to you,' she said as casually and somebody cleaning their dining room when you walk in un-announced.
She cleared some leather strapped toys, and tubes of lubrication and other items I didn't even know the name of from the bed and kept them on the computer desk.
I sat on the bed since there was nothing else to do. She sat next to me after clearing the things.
My boner had died by this time, but as soon as she said the following words it came back on like it had never left.
'Take off ALL your clothes, you'll be much more comfortable.'
I realized once again I was sitting extremely close to a lady on her bed who is completely naked and comfortable.
She got up and started unbuttoning my shirt. Then she unzipped my pants, unbuckled my belt and pulled them down. I lifted my butt to help her, and she came back same way for my boxers.
Now I sat there on her bed completely naked as well, the only difference between us being my raging boner. She touched it a little with her hand and guided me by it to lie on the bed. I lay on my back in the centre. My boner straight towards the ceiling albeit a little bent. The bed was so comfortable I wanted to ask her what mattress was it. The dark red sheets felt cool against my butt cheeks.
'You do have a nice dick.'
'Thanks.'
She squeezed out an excessive amount of blue coloured lube from one of the tubes she had kept on the desktop. She applied it on my throbbing dick as if it was an unimportant part of some calculated operation.
'Are you going to fuck me?' I asked her.
'Do you want me to?'
'Uh...'
'You don't need to answer, I already know.'
She winked and gave a hard flick to the tip of my dick with her lube covered finger. Bits of lube landed on my stomach. I was so hard it hurt and I quickly grabbed my dick and rubbed it to soothe the pain. She remembered something as she saw my hand and went to fetch it from the drawer. They were handcuffs.
I was handcuffed to the bed like a big X sign. My wrists and ankles couldn't move even if I wanted to. Some small part of my brain raised an alarm at my situation but it was too low for my high brain to pay attention to, especially right now with all my focus on my dick.
'Do you want me to put on some porn? Although I'm not so good at finding it,' she pointed to her computer.
'No that's alright, I am pretty sure I wouldn't need it. I have never been this hard even after watching porn for hours.'
'That's cause you youngsters start jerking off as soon as you see the first naked girl online. There's no delay, there's no passion, no control, no edging,' she sat on the bed next to me and held my dick tightly in her hand, 'see, already so ready to release the sperm.'
She was surprising right. I had not done it in more than a week now, and I wanted a quick release. I tried to thrust into her hand and she took it away immediately followed by a slap on my stomach.
'Control yourself otherwise no cumming for you at all.'
I quit trying to twist my body at those words. I had never known 'not cumming' when I was this hard and had even been stroked a couple of times! Was it even possible? I started imagining my dick cumming without her even touching it, at the same time it twitched and small precum drop emerged on the tip.
She smiled when she saw it and picked it up with her index finger. She examined it closely before licking her finger.
'I wonder if you would actually be able to hold off that long? How long have you ever masturbated for before?'
'Uhm...maybe like an hour? Two maybe?'
'Hmmm..'
She got off the bed again and brought a familiar object. It was a pink cock sleeve. I had a similar one at home. She slid it over my cock and brought her face close to mine like a challenge. She looked straight into my eyes, her enormous breasts resting on my chest now and she literally crawling on my body.
'Don't cum unless I tell you to,' she breathed each word slowly into my face and started stroking me with her left hand using the pink sleeve. Her skin and her breasts in complete contact with my skin, her wet and warm pussy resting on my left thigh and her hand stroking away on my dick; up and down at a constant pace well practiced pace. I'll admit I've never had this much stimulation in my life. I gulped.
I bit into my lower lip hard and pulled back my head to avoid thinking about cumming. Her pace was so good and so constant it was irresistible, I let out a huge gasp to try to control my urge. She kept looking at me curiously. She didn't move a muscle except her hand which was doing its mechanical action without missing a beat. Her warm breath collecting at the base of my neck sending trickles of sensations into my upper body. The pink sleeve was quite fluffy and tight around the girth of my dick. Slowly and slowly with each stroke and as the sleeve moved over the ridges of my penis-head I began feeling my orgasm growing inside me. As if every single cell in my body was releasing dopamine. It was an amazing feeling.
'Uhm, I am gonna cum soon,' I said in a small voice.
She got off the bed and took her hand off my throbbing-for-life dick. I thrusted my hips up and down in the air desperately to get some friction somehow somewhere but there was nothing. The pink sleeve still stuck midway and my penis hard as fuck, I looked at her giggling at my misery. She was enjoying it.
