This tale is fiction, and any correlation to real people is purely happenstance. The saga of James continues, as Mrs. Hunt blackmails James and uses him for her pleasure.
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Saturday, it was the day after Mrs. Hunt caught me nude in the yard. My parents went to play golf at the neighborhood country club. They had a nine-thirty tee time, which worked well for me. I could keep my appointment with Mrs. Hunt. They didn't play fast, and they usually let others play through. They also often ate lunch at the turn. So they would be away for about 5 hours. I expected them to be back around two-thirty. I prayed that Mrs. Hunt would finish with me before then. I was never happier to see them drive off in their custom Yamaha golf cart than that day.
Ten o'clock, I knocked on Mrs. Hunt's front door. I was right on time. Her door was eight feet tall and very ornate, and the doorknob was in the center of the custom green door. She answered the door, wearing a black leather dress. The contrast of her pale skin and the black dress was striking. The dress's cut showed her incredible charms with a deep plunging neckline, which revealed her world-class cleavage. I could not avert my eyes in time; she caught me perverting on her. She smiled knowingly.
"This is what you wear to come to see me?" she asked.
I had just thrown on Saturday clothes. I didn't want to raise suspicion with my parents. I was wearing Hawaiian print board shorts, a worn tee shirt, and some Birkenstocks. I wished I had put more thought into what she expected.
"Sorry, I didn't know," I said.
"You're not coming in dressed like a bum; strip take off all your clothes," she ordered.
I started to take off my shirt. When it was off, I kicked off my sandals. Then I took of the ridiculous chlorine faded Hawaiian board shorts. Finally, I took off my boxers briefs. I stood on her front porch exposed.
"Fold them neatly and place them here," she told me. She pointed to the corner of the porch. I did as she asked. Being nude outdoors was having an effect on my member; it was rapidly stiffening. I was worried that someone might see me naked out here, clearly visible from the street. Her red-brown hair and model face was gorgeous; I was distracted by her glorious looks. Almost forgetting, I was on the porch, naked and vulnerable.
"May I come in, please?" I asked.
"Put your hands on your head and turn around, then count to twenty," she directed.
I did as she said. I was counting out loud to twenty.
"Now, may I come in?" I begged.
"Are you a virgin, boy? She asked. I knew better than to lie. She knew I was a nerd and an introvert.
"Yes, Mrs. Hunt," I answered truthfully.
"How delicious," she said. I
"Bend over and touch your toes," she ordered.
I bent over and touched my toes. I had been naked on Mrs. Hunt's porch a long time. I knew someone else would see me soon, as she swatted my ass with her bare hand. I was startled by the sudden pain. She spanked me ten more times rapidly.
"That was for dressing like a bum," she said. "Now come in and get your punishment for being a naked pervert the other day," she continued.
With that, Mrs. Hunt finished speaking, and she held the door open wide enough for me to get in while she was still in the doorway. As I tried to pass her, she spanked me again. A decorator had decorated her living room w modern, all glass and chrome; the accompanying overstuffed furniture upholstery was white leather. Mrs. Hunt had moved a hard-backed chair into the front room. She sat down in it.
"If you don't want me to show your mother the pictures, you better do what I say precisely," she said.
"Come here and lay over my lap," she told me.
I did what she told me to do precisely. I didn't want my mother to think I was a pervert. She started to caress my bare bottom. Her hands were roaming further and further south until they found my closed legs were impeding her. Smack, she gave me a hard spank.
"Open your legs," she ordered. I complied, opening my legs wide, while she started to caress my bottom again. It felt fascinating. This time as she moved ever lower, she caressed my balls. It felt so good I thought I was going to come. Just when I got used to the pleasure, she started to spank me again—ten quick swats on both cheeks.
"I want you to count the number of spankings," Mrs. Hunt said.
"One," I said, as she landed the first one.
"Two," I counted. Mrs. Hunt stopped to caress my bare bottom again.
"I will give you eighteen more, for a total of twenty," she said.
"If you lose track, I will administer a penalty punishment," she informed me.
Smack! "Three," I called out.
"Four, five, six," I counted the painful blows. Mrs. Hunt stopped to play with my balls. She knew how to tease. It felt terrific. Then, she grabbed my balls, squeezing them painfully. Then she spanked my ass with the other hand while still holding my balls evilly.
"Seven," I said.
Then she gave me four more spankings in rapid-fire mode.
"Eight, nine, ten, eleven," I said. Mrs. Hunt stopped and gently rubbed my red bottom again, admiring her work. Then suddenly, she gave me eight more spankings.
"Twenty," I called out after the last one.
"You miscounted boy, that was only nineteen," she corrected.
Then she pulled me down the hall by my balls. She was taking me into a spare bedroom. This room looked like an upscale hotel suite; the designer had been busy here also. A tasteful nude of a young woman hung over the bed. There was a brass bed with metal handcuffs hanging from the corners of the headboard. She pushed me onto the bed, and she was quickly securing my right wrist in a handcuff. Then just as fast, she had my left hand-tied by the other one. I was helpless. Then she got some rope from the closet. The closet contained bondage toys. She then came back and tied my legs to hooks above the headboard. The air-conditioning felt cold on my bare skin. She was bending me obscenely. She then took out a riding crop and hit my legs and ass. Enjoying the noises, I made when she hit me. She lifted the hem of her dress, and I could see she had no panties on. Her pussy was wet and beautiful. Then she lowered my legs enough to sit on my face. Her back was towards the headboard, so her pussy and ass were in my face.
"Here is the deal, boy, you will lick me till I come, I will hit your ass and balls until I do. The sooner I come, the less this will hurt, understand," she laid out the rules.
"Yes," I said.
Then she started swinging the crop, alternatingly between my ass and my balls. It hurt, so I licked her pussy vigorously.
"If you want me to come, you better lick my clitoris," she said.
I remembered sex Education, so I licked what I hoped was her clitoris. She started moaning, so I knew it was right.
A Swat on my ass.
A Swat on my balls.
She let up, and I kept licking. She would not come. I licked harder, her blows on my ass and balls became harder. Still, she didn't come. More painful thrashes, and clitoris licking as she moaned demurely. I had to admit I liked her torture game. I was afraid I might come. Finally, she came hard, squirting a stream of liquid out. I was shocked by the squirt of her cum; I choked on it, sputtering.
"Next time, you better swallow it all," she ordered.
Then she got off me and pulled the ropes so that she could draw my legs up higher. My repositioning pointed my dangerously loaded tube pistol right at my face. She started to stroke my erection; it was going to shoot come on my face.
"Do you like my touch, boy?" she asked.
