One evening, I was sitting at home surfing the net, when my doorbell rang, answering it was my neighbor Traci, who would fall into the MILF category if she had children. She asked if she could come in and talk to me.
We sat in the living room and she started out by saying, "Now don't deny but I know you watch me every chance you get. Yet, you're respectful to me and always seem willing and glad to do whatever I ask of you. Why?"
I replied, "I can almost never refuse a woman when she tells me what to do or asks me to do something. It makes me feel good inside as well as a bit aroused when a nice woman that's kind to me tells me what to do or ask me to do something for her, so it isn't all bad, I suppose."
Well, at least your honest, and makes what I'm going to say easier.
Your wife and I developed a close relationship, and I do really miss her and being able to talk to her. We confided in each other and talk about everything and I do mean everything. I know you also miss her, and what I am going to ask may help both of us.
We used to talk about our sex lives with our husbands, I always was complaining that Tom loves for me to go down on him, suck his cock until he comes in my mouth, but never does me.
He has many excuses I'm not going to do it; or it is repulsive to me to consider going down on a woman; it's "unhygienic." Another favorite of his is I don't like the taste or smell; the thick texture of your juices is kind of gross to me. Another one there's really no comfortable position, and it usually takes women longer to get off than I'd like to commit to. And finally, it does nothing for me and I see it as a chore.
I see you're in a bit of shock because I have been very frank with you, but remember I told you Cathy and I talked a lot. I told her all of this many time. She would say Tom was a jerk and that I deserve better.
One day she also told me how you love going down on her and that you usually did it for as long and often as she'd let you. She also told me you were her submissive and do whatever she told you to do.
Now don't deny it for I know it is true. I have here a document that she gave me - we'll just call it a transfer of ownership in which she gives you to me to do with as I please, my very own Sex Slave. Here you can read a copy of it and see it's all true.
As I finished reading it, I just looked at Traci and dropped to my knees lowered my head and said "I now belong to you mistress."
Traci leaned back, kicked off her shoes, put her heels on the sofa, scooted forward some and raising her body until her crotch was even with my face. She was agile, grasping and clutching my head forcing it between her thighs. She ground her pussy into my face, fucking it. She was in charge, she set the pace, rubbing her pussy up and down my mouth, from my chin to my forehead.
She rose slightly and humped against my nose in short spasms. Now it was Traci's turn to gasp. Her hands drifted up to my ears, and then she pulled me deeper into her. My nose rubbed against the soft tufts of her pubic hair, my head gently turning back and forth. Tricia parted her legs further apart and pulled me in. I kissed her mound as if it were her mouth. She lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders.
Her smell intoxicated me. I pulled back just far enough so that I might look at her, my first look at her womanhood. She had the demure cleft of a ripe peach. I took my tongue and parted her split. She pulled my hair, and I buried myself in her. She fucked against my mouth and tongue with gusto. Her sex opened for my mouth, the tender lips slippery with the nectar of her excitement. I licked her with broad wipes, then, pointing my tongue, I pierced her, losing myself in the act of tongue-fucking my neighbor.
I wiggled my tongue deep in her pussy tunnel, enjoying in her taste and smell. Her breath was coming faster, and in sharp pants. I moaned in sympathy. Neither one of us was in control. I fucked Trica's tender sex with long tongue-probes of her honeyed hole, pulling out and lapping all the way up to her pubic puff crowning the center of my universe. I noticed when I swiped a certain spot it made Tricia spasm, so I concentrated my efforts there. It was near the top of her slit, at the nexus of the folds of her pussy lips, little crease that grew like a tiny erection. It was her clit, I knew that I was driving her crazy, which made my dick drip in a steady slow drip into my underwear.
Traci grabbed me so hard that my nose smashed into her pubic bone, making me see stars. She tried to stifle her cries, with little success. She rubbed her unbelievably wet pussy back and forth over my face in slower and slower motions.
