His blondish housewife was trembling and wouldn't make eye contact when she got into my car. We were in the back of a Target parking lot. She had picked this place because she thought it was public, and safe.
She was dressed in a purple velour track suit that made her look a bit frumpy.
In reality, she had the type of body that really got me hard. A big, apple-shaped ass that rode high on her frame, and firm tits that she propped up with a push out bra. She had full lips, and she wore just enough makeup to make her baby blue eyes pop out and straddle the difference between professional and slutty. Her stomach wasn't flat, but she wasn't fat. She was a curvy woman and a huge turnon.
She was in her early 30's, with two kids, Married to a guy 15 years her senior. She served on the local school board. I looked it up: she is a Republican.
You really didn't need to see her naked to know that the carpet didn't match the drapes. But I have seen her naked, and her body is thick, and built for fucking.
Her hair isn't fully blond, it's more of a streaky blond, with long dark roots. She was talking, but I wasn't listening. I was imagining what the back of her hair would look like when she bent over the seat of my car and started sucking my dick.
She's telling me that she needs a little more time She's lying. She's lying to herself, and to me.
I reach over and pinch her nipple, protruding through the thick fabric of her track suit. She moves to take my hand away, but I use a grunt to warn her against it.
"Shhhhhh," I say.
Here's how I ended up in a Target parking lot with a nervous milf's nipple in my fingertips. I work for a service that rescues women who become trapped in self bondage. It's a voice-controlled application with a simple premise. You call, and we come untie you. Women can pay with sex, or cash.
Lana, is a real freak, if one can judge by contraption from which I freed her.
She one of our clients.
In the large city in which I work, the bondage scene is large and we have a good reputation. There's no blackmail. We also try to make it pleasurable for the women. Let's be clear though: these are women who can't or won't tell anyone about their kinks. They get fucked by me, a stranger. The things they find pleasurable can be pretty twisted.
When I found Lana in the walk-in closet of her McMansion, she was on her knees bent over a chair. With her solid, d-cup rack resting on the seat. Her arms were cuffed behind her back. A large vibrating dildo stood at a 45-degree angle from the floor into her cunt. She was riding it.
On a stand in front of her was a large black dildo, a tube came from the back. She had headphones on, and a blindfold. Her lips were wrapped around the dildo, and she was sucking on it like it was her job. I could see a fluid making it's way through the tube, which she was apparently swallowing.
Looking at the headphones and the blindfold, I didn't think it was likely that she had heard me come in.
I smacked her ass.
She started screaming and shaking in a way that, at first, made me think she was having a panic attack, but it soon dawned on me that she was cumming. The idea of getting caught like this had set off waves of orgasm, and she began lifting her ass up and down over the floor-mounted dildo.
I took the dildo from her mouth. This thing was pretty long, and it had a hole drilled it about 5 inches from the tip. It looked to me that to be able to get the viscous fluid into her mouth, the dildo had to be pretty far past her lips.
"Oh thank god you are here," she said.
"Judging by orgasm you just had, I'd bet God isn't the only person you should thank," I said. "Pay or fuck?" I asked.
"Can I pay later," she asked.
"If women could pay later, I'd be very broke and very horny."
I was looking at the contraption.
From what I could tell, she had built herself a rube Goldberg bondage device. On one end was a bag of fluid - I later found out it was yogurt. The bag was on a pulley, and it appeared to me that if she sucked enough yogurt through the dildo, the pulley would lower a key into her hands. Then there was what looked like a timer involved as maybe a secondary escape.
"What is this?"
At first, Lana didn't want to discuss her device. I smacked her ass a couple of times to get her to open up, but it turns out this is a woman who really gets off on spanking.. Then I realized the vibrator in her cunt was set to low. I switched it to high. She started talking.
Turns out, Lana was a mechanical engineer by training, but she got married right after college and never worked. She recently began using her expertise to make bondage contraptions.
The faster she could suck yogurt though the rubber cock, the sooner she could free herself. Her record was three hours, but it usually took her four to move the creamy stuff through the surgical tubing. There was also a secondary device, a timer that released her about an hour before the kids got home from school in the event she couldn't make it.
The problem? Today was a half-day at school, a fact she hadn't remembered until she had fully bound herself..
"I bet you give one hell of a blowjob," I told her.
"I do. But only for my husband. He doesn't know I do this. It's just, once the kids started going to school, I started spending more and more time on the internet..."
"Ok, you don't cheat on your husband. But there's no way I'm setting you free without some assurance I'll be compensated. We take credit cards."
"My husband is an accountant. He doesn't mind how much I spend, but he does check the statements."
