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 can heighten her experiences, and she was starting to like it.

A Milf at the Country Club

Part Seven

The end of the night at the club, but not the end of her night.

There she was, sitting at the edge of this booth, coming down from her explosive orgasm, her dress around her waist, sitting on cum soaked napkins, and not allowed to move and afraid to speak. Although she couldn't think straight, she started wondering what was to come next. She had been told that she must learn to follow his instructions, but what was going to be the punishment for her vocalizing during her orgasm, for not obeying his orders? What would the cost be for her moment of loosing control? Would she suffer minor sustained pain like she did before, or would it be something totally different? She knew in her heart that she was about to find out.

Mr. Raymond: "Don't ever disobey me again Kimberly. I want you to keep your hands where they are and spread your legs as far open as you can and keep them there."

She did as she was told and saw him motion for Marcus to come over to the table. As he approached, she went to let her left hand go from the table only to have his hand grab her wrist and put it back where it was.

Mr. Raymond: "I told you to remain in that position and not to move. Do you need another lesson on how to follow instructions Kimberly?"

Kimberly: "No sir, I will try harder, no I mean I will follow your instructions, I will learn as instructed".

She said nothing more as she gazed into his eyes with a look of fear and submission. She was getting in deeper with every action and knew that this wouldn't be tolerated for much longer. As her fear was building, Marcus arrived at the table.

Marcus: "What can I do for you Mr. Raymond?"

Mr. Raymond: "We are going to need more linens. It seems my lady friend has soiled the ones she has, and they are going to need to be laundered.

Marcus looked down between Kimberly's legs and saw the soaked napkins. Kimberly never felt embarrassment of this level before. This young man she knew as friendly and outgoing was now staring at her cum soaked pussy, and she was holding her legs apart to give him a better view. But unbeknown to her, the embarrassment level was about to rise higher.

Marcus: "Should I take these this away with me sir?"

Mr. Raymond: "Yes please, and would you please wipe up the seat as well, my companion seems to have become quite filthy there".

Marcus: "Yes sir, anything you need, I'll get right to it away."

Mr. Raymond: "Kimberly, would you be so kind as to put your hands behind your head and keep them there so Marcus can attend to his business?"

Not having any real option available to her, she put her hands where he asked. Marcus reached down between her legs and grabbed the end of the linen and she tried to lift off the seat to assist him, even though her level of embarrassment was far above anything she had experienced in her life. She immediately felt Mr. Raymond's hand on her thigh.

Mr. Raymond: "I didn't ask you to lift your ass of the seat, did I?"

She reluctantly sat back down as Marcus reached between her legs. Hands behind her head, she watched as this young black man, kid really, pulled the linen napkins from between her legs. He pulled straight up instead of out, causing the fabric to Bunch and slide between her pussy lips, grinding on her already swollen and oversensitive clitoris, and he moved slowly as he did it. When he finally removed the napkins from beneath the woman, he noticed the wet and slimy seat she was sitting on.

Marcus: "Mr. Raymond, her thighs are soaked as well. How would you like me to attend to that?"

Mr. Raymond: "Well, I think we should clean anything that seems to need it, don't you agree Marcus?"

Marcus: "Absolutely sir, we wouldn't want her to sit in dirtiness."

He took the clean linens Mr. Raymond handed him and started wiping the seat between her thighs when he heard Mr. Raymond.

Mr. Raymond: "If you could young man, make sure you wipe down anything else you see that is wet.

He took another linen napkin and wiped Kimberly's thighs and worked his way up to her pussy. He then draped the cloth over his finger, reached beneath her groin and inserted it inside her. With each movement he pushed more of it further and further up in her pussy until just six inches remained outside of her, and he used that portion to rub between her lips and on her clit. He wasn't tender about it when he got to her clitoris, and it felt somewhat painful as he scrubbed her swollen nub with that dry cloth.

She didn't want this young black man to even see her pussy and here he was vigorously rubbing her clit and she started to respond in a big way once again she was sitting there with her eyes closed, legs splayed open, mouth tightly closed and huffing as another orgasm built. As she built up to another sexual explosion, she heard Marcus talking to Mr. Raymond, but couldn't make out the words in her state. At this point she didn't care much about anything as she had become addicted to these orgasms she was having, and just like before she went off like a volcano, keeping silent as she had been taught.

When reality became apparent to her, she saw Marcus still cleaning her up and Mr. Raymond leaning over to get a good look between her thighs, and she heard him speak to her.

Mr. Raymond: "Kimberly, you've made quite a mess of yourself again. Marcus, why don't you leave that one linen inside her and take the other messy ones away, and when you come back with more clean linen, bring the little black box with you.

As Marcus left to do what Rocky asked to do, she could hear him whispering again.

Mr. Raymond: "You can out your arms down now my Slut. You've done well this time. It seems that you are learning now."

Again, she heard that word "learn" as if she wasn't a grown adult woman, but she couldn't be concerned with that now. She started to feel the impact of what she has done and what others did to her. Embarrassment overtook her as she felt tears form in her eyes, and she look at the man who orchestrated everything that had happened this night.

Kimberly: "Mr. Raymond, my life is over now. I have acted like a slut in front of people in this club that can relay this night to my husband. Mr. Shaw certainly knows him and all our friends and there is no chance they won't describe my actions tonight. And Marcus has not only seen me do terrible things, but he also rubbed my clitoris and brought me to an orgasm right here in view of everyone here. My entire life is ruined in one night. How can I go on from what I have done?"

Mr. Raymond: "Don't you worry about your reputation, don't you worry about your husband, don't you worry about what you've done and why you did it, and don't you worry about embarrassment. I have taken care of everything. Now wipe the tears from your eyes and settle yourself. When you've calmed down, I will explain all of it to you."

She did as he told her to do and got herself somewhat calm, but still on edge about the situation she has found herself in. She had no idea of how many people saw her act like some common whore tonight and found it impossible to just put that thought aside.

Mr. Raymond: "Before I explain how you're going to go on with your life after tonight, I want you to tell me what you have learned so far."

"I've learned not to make any noise when I'm Cumming, I've learned to never sit on my dress when I'm with you, I've even learned that I have a very surprising need to orgasm like I have never experienced before, and I've learned I like being your slut." Then she said something that just came out as a mumble.

Mr. Raymond: "And what was that last thing, Kimberly?"

Kimberly: I like the pain, and it makes me cum harder."

Mr. Raymond: "Listen very carefully to what I'm going to tell you Kimberly. The lesson I've been teaching you tonight is to always follow my instructions. Never do anything other than what I've told you to do. That is the lesson, but now I'll answer your questions. Everyone in this club is here because I called Shaw and told him to tell any others that the club was closed for a private party. No one will dare say a word to anyone else, no less your husband. Shaw won't say anything because I own his wife and adult daughter. Marcus knows to never divulge anything that happens, and so does his staff. You don't have to be embarrassed in front of these people as I either own their incomes, reputations, or their wives. I can ruin the existence of anyone here without trying hard at all. Now, you must know what happens when you disobey my commands, and so do the people who've seen you tonight."

Kimberly: "What about my husband and marriage, I have been at best unfaithful and given him grounds to divorce me and take my children. How will I handle that problem? How will I live? What will I do for an income after my divorce?"

Mr. Raymond: "Kimberly, you weren't at all worried about your marriage when you dressed like a slut and came out tonight, were you? And your husband, Well I will handle him."

She knew he was right about when she dressed to come out tonight. She was trying to be slutty. She was going to dance with strangers and let them see and touch her. Yes, he was right, but she didn't plan on doing all of this. And what is he going to do to her husband?

Kimberly: "My husband, what are you going to do to my husband?"

Mr. Raymond: "I'm not going to do anything to Chas. Anything that happens to your him he has done to himself. For now, you need to concentrate on yourself, and what you yet need to learn."