A Milf at the Country Club

This is a story about a woman who thinks her life, and sex life is slipping away. Unaware that she is in the prime of both, she reaches out to what she perceives as the only options available to her. To make this point clear, I tell you that women in their late 30's and 40's are at their most sexy and sexually appealing. Here's a woman discovering that some pain heightens her experiences, and she starts to like it.

Part Six

She learns her place and what's expected of her

Rocky and Kimberly were sitting in this booth that was apparently placed there just for them, no it was there for him, and he seemed to command respect in this place she thought she knew. Still attempting to figure out everything that has happened, everything this man did to her in full view of any passerby, and things she let him do, and wanted him to do to her body. It was almost too much to comprehend or grasp, or for her to figure her way through, especially in her heightened sexual state. As she was getting a handle on this reality, she noticed the waiter Marcus, the waiter he asked for by name, bringing the drinks he ordered for them.

Marcus: "Good evening Mr. Raymond, and how are you this evening, and how are you this evening Miss?"

Miss? Marcus knows me and my name and has always called me Kimi, and now he greets this man with respect and calls me Miss? What the hell is going on here tonight?

Rocky: "I am very well tonight, Marcus and how about yourself?"

Marcus: "I am well also Mr. Raymond. Mr. Shaw asked me to inform you 101 is unlocked and open for your use, should you decide to use it. Would you be needing any extra linens tonight?"

Rocky: "Yes Marcus, I could use about six napkins if you can bring them for us?"

Marcus: "Yes Sir, I will have them to you immediately."

Kimberly couldn't believe what she was hearing. Marcus is the fun guy that uses slang and lets it all hang out, and now he is speaking in a proper and respectful manner, as if he were employed by a high-class restaurant or hotel. And what the hell is 101, and why is it normally locked and now open to him? After Marcus left the table, she heard him whisper in her ear.

Rocky: "Your dress isn't pulled up high enough, and you've tucked the sides beneath your thighs Kimberly, and you know where and how I want you to wear your hemline."

She must have subconsciously tucked the sides down, but now realizing she shouldn't do anything to disobey his instructions, she went to fix It to his liking. Without even caring about others around them, sitting on the outside edge of this booth where everyone could see her, she lifted her rear end and pulled her dress up to her waist and sat back down allowing it to set high up on her lap. As she sat back down Marcus came over with a stack of six linen napkins, and he laid four on the table and handed two to Kimberly.

"Here you are ma'am. If you need more, please just let me know."

She turned to Rocky, and she tried to speak before he silenced her with a finger over her lips. Marcus apparently knew what the linen napkins were for, and that she would need them. Rocky, or Mr. Raymond as everyone called him, took the napkins from her hand and as he unfolded one, he laid it smooth on the seat next to her then unfolded the second and placed it right on top of the first. Then he instructed her to lift, and she lifted her body off the seat, making sure to hold her dress up at her waist while he slid both napkins beneath her, then put gentle pressure on her shoulder communicating to her that he wanted her to sit again.

Once again, she opened her mouth to speak but was met with that single finger against her lips letting her know he wanted her to remain silent. With the hem of her dress as high in her lap as it could be, he slid closer to her, placed his hand on her thigh and said, "Now that's beautiful my little slut". She was embarrassed by the manner she was exposing herself in this public place where she had gone to many times before, and the fact that she has been openly called a pet and a little slut. Her head bowed once again to look down at the table in front of her and she felt his finger under her chin once more, raising her head to a normal level. He leaned in to whisper in her ear as his hand slid right to her waiting clitoris.

Mr. Raymond: "Learn Kimberly, you must learn this".

There it was, that word he told her to listen for, the word that seemed so harmless and yet felt so Demanding, "learn". She now realized this isn't just a wild night out with a stranger, she was with someone who has dominated every action, conversation, situation and those around them, and now he was training her.

She was getting upset, no angry with this man. Who was he to treat her this way, and what did he think of her that she should just obey his every command? The frustration started to show on her face when she felt him take her clit between that thumb and forefinger and start to pinch, and he whispered to her yet again.

Mr. Raymond: "Settle Kimberly, just settle yourself and relax. You know what to do and how to respond. Let's not waste time relearning lessons."

Then the pressure got a little harder and started to send throbbing pulses of pain into her most sensitive of places, so she did as he commanded, and the pressure was reduced, and he began to lightly rub her as he did before when she started to reach another orgasm.

Kimberly: "No, don't, not here, please I know these people, I can't cum right here with everybody watching me."

Once again, she felt the pressure of his thumb and finger starting to pinch her again.

Mr. Raymond: "Learn this Kimberly, you don't get to decide what we do, you don't get to decide where we do it, you don't ever get to hide your body from me, and you certainly don't get to tell me no. You will do whatever I want you to do, and you will do it without question or reservation!"

She clamped her eye lids shut and nodded her head yes, but that wasn't good enough, the pressure was still there and increasing. She wasn't sure what he yet wanted from her.

Mr. Raymond: "I didn't hear you Kimberly," he stated.

The tears starting to form in her eyes when she looked up at him and she realized that she didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Kimberly: "Yes sir, I understand, I am learning."

Immediately she felt the pressure go away and replaced by a soothing massage of her throbbing clitoris when she saw him smile at her and kiss the top of her head.

Mr. Raymond: "Very good my sweet, I am proud of you, now wipe your eyes. Tears are not becoming on you. I'd much rather the look of you orgasming."

She looked to see him offering his handkerchief to her, and she wiped her eyes with it just as he suggested, no commanded. And being called his sweet, made her feel like that little girl seeking daddy's approval again. But by this time, she knew she was 100% under his control. Even if he didn't induce pain to teach her, she would still try to please him by obeying him.

He began to massage her in the same way as before, using his talented fingers, and she knew he was going to bring her to orgasm once again, but this time in front of strangers and people she was acquainted with. She looked at him with pleading eyes and saw him nod at her, and somehow, she knew that nod meant "You know the rules," even though he never spoke a word. She nodded back and he kept her rising in her sexual state, and she was caring less and less about who was watching, she wanted this next orgasm as much as she wanted the others. She was putty in his hands, and she didn't care who knew it, as she got closer and closer to her needed goal.

Kimberly was learning fast, and she was chasing orgasm after orgasm, not realizing each time he controlled her even more. He was now living in her head as an actual part of that sexual being that she hadn't seen for so long. Now he was doing it to her again and she was at his will and service, as long as she kept having these massive orgasms. He on the other hand had not yet used her body for his sexual needs, but he was a patient man, and he could wait. Before the night was over, he will have taken her in every way that is physically possible and enjoy dragging her into his world. But for now, all they were focused on was concentrating on was her next explosion.

Kimberly was close to giving Rocky what he wanted, but this time she prepared herself beforehand. She had never had to prepare for an orgasm in her life, and now she was Cumming where, when, and how this man wanted. She stiffened her back, grabbed the table with both hands, clinched her eyes and mouth shut, legs spread wide with her dress pushed up to her abdomen, and started breathing heavily as he kept massaging that magic spot, she never knew could give her so much pleasure.

Right before the floodgates let loose, she started to groan unconsciously, and if her mouth was open you would have heard GRRRRMMMMM, but with it shut it was a muffled sound you couldn't make out, because who orgasms with their mouth held tightly shut? It came upon her like a freight train was running through her, pushing everything out of its way, and she let a high-pitched squeal come through her nose, despite her best efforts. She gushed like a broken dam when she squirted all her juices out of her pussy, she just rocked back and forth making a grunting sound like a feral animal. It took a minute or more for her to grasp reality again, and she realized she broke the rules by being vocal. She opened her eyes to look at the man that brought her to the mother of all orgasms and found him staring at her with a somewhat unhappy look on his face.

Mr. Raymond: "Don't speak, don't move, don't turn away. You broke the rules I set out for you, and you're going to have to pay for that indiscretion."

Her high turned into a moment of deep despair as she didn't want to anger her benefactor, she wanted to please him with her actions, she wanted to be a good girl. She didn't even concern herself with what her punishment would be, she just wanted to get through it and get back to pleasing him.

Mr. Raymond: "Learn, you must learn to follow my instructions to the letter, no matter what! Now you will remain in this position until I tell you it is OK to move, do you understand me, Kimberly?" She could do nothing other than nod yes to him and once again a tear appeared in her eye, knowing she disappointed him greatly and would be punished.