She came home from work as usual at 5:30pm. He never knew her name, but only referred to her as “Ms. D.” as she instructed. Ms. D. also instructed him to wait for her on the couch, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. In preparation for her arrival, she often left an assortment of video tapes for him to watch. They were all of a pornographic nature and always were of a solo older woman getting herself off. Toys, fingers, you name it, it was on these tapes that she had more than a hand in making.
“Hello, my sex toy,” she said when she walked in. Ms. D. wore a tight blue dress that just barely covered her large, 44D breasts. Over her dress, she had on a black suit/jacket, that was buttoned in such a way to accentuate her breasts. Her hair was black, slightly wavy, and a little over shoulder length. Ms. D. was not exactly thin, either, but she wasn’t fat. She had a full face and a full figure, and was in her mid to late 30s, early 40s. Her ass was round and large, but not obese. The pantyhose she wore covered her full thighs nicely, and the black high heels she wore clicked on the floor as she walked closer to him.
Bending over to him, her face neared his and she searched his eyes. He stared back, inhaling her perfume and noticing her heaving breasts.
“Did you like watching those videos?,” she asked. “Tell me what you saw,” she said as she reached her hand down and fondled his manhood through the material covering his crotch.
“I saw a lot of older women getting off by using their fingers and toys while you videotaped them,” he responded.
“It seems it didn’t make too much of an impression on you, since your cock is not hard. Those women are intimate friends of mine and you will soon learn what makes an older woman attractive,” she told him as she squeezed him tightly.
She then reached her arms up behind his head as if to hold him, but instead reached for a collar hidden behind the couch and deftly fastened it around his neck. “Come with me,” she instructed.
He got up and followed her into the bedroom. She led him over to the bed and said, “Lay down on your back now.” He did as he was told, and she released the collar from his neck. In its place she fastened his ankles to straps secured to the bottom of the bed, with his legs slightly apart. Ms. D. took his wrists, positioned his arms by his sides, and fastened them there to the bed.
“I saw how you looked at my tits when I walked in,” she told him, “I am now going to give you a closer look you will not soon forget.” With that, she undid her business suit top slightly, leaned over him, and thrust her breasts in his face. She also straddled his left leg, forcing her thigh and knee into his crotch, while both of her legs clamped around his thigh. Cupping her arms around the top of his head, she began to rub her chest forcefully against his face, while she rubbed her clit against his thigh. At the same time, her thigh slid up and down into his growing manhood, making him let out a muffled moan.
“You like how I am fucking you, don’t you?,” she said, “You enjoy me titty-fucking your face.”
“Mmmhmmmrrrrr,” he replied.
As her simultaneous grindings increased, Ms. D. began to sweat and rub her breasts harder and faster into his face. She stopped for a moment, looked down at him, and saw the sweat on his face. He saw his saliva on her chest, as much of it as he could lick while she rubbed his face in it. She smiled wickedly down at him and let out a long, slow stream of spit onto his face.
“You look like you could use some lubrication,” she said. He swallowed her spit greedily.
“Now you will need more, just for that,” she told him and began to let out several more long, streams of spit. It soon covered his cheeks, eyes, nose, lips, his entire face. She spat from above him, she moved her face closer to his as if she wanted to kiss him and spat from there, she cradled his head in her arms in the most gentle way and then spat on his eyelids in an erotic fashion. She spat long, forceful streams on his cheeks. She spat quick, short saliva onto his chin. She stared at him and worked some more spit around in her mouth, pursed her red lips, and then spat onto his nose a long, wet glob of her saliva. She moved her face closer to his again, and let some saliva roll off her tongue onto the space below his eyes. She spat quickly and forcefully again onto his forehead. Finally, Ms. D. let out the longest stream of all onto his lips. With his face now glistening from her saliva, she continued. Pressing her full breasts against his face, she pushed them hard against him. He felt her soft flesh completely engulf him as her hard nipples pushed into his face.
Ms. D’s legs clamped tighter around his thigh, so tight he could feel her wetness seep through her pantyhose and onto his bare leg. He could feel her hard clit against his flesh. She began to ride his thigh like a giant penis, her eyes closed as she entered her own world. At the same time, her thigh was slamming violently, yet erotically into his hard 8 inches. She once more cradled his head in her arms and ground her breasts into his wet face.
From his perspective, all he felt was her forceful thigh’s attention between his legs and all he saw was white flesh. He experienced alternating sensations of the soft, white flesh of her breasts against his face and then the coarser, blue material of her dress. His head was completely encapsulated by her arms and he felt her soft arms around his ears. As she grinded herself harder against him, she pulled his hair and dug her manicured nails into his ears, in a forceful, sexy way.
Ms. D’s rapid grinding soon got the better of her, and she began moaning loudly. Her clit soon could take no more and she had the first of her orgasms. She came forcefully against his leg, her hips bucking against him, her thigh bucking into him. He felt Ms. D’s juices explode against him and run down his leg, making a stain on the bed sheets. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, blowing hot air near his ear.
After recovering, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at his face. “You didn’t come yet, did you?,” she cooed. She looked at his hard manhood, throbbing for release against his boxer shorts.
“I see you didn’t,” she observed in an ‘of course not’ way. With that, she turned her back to him while she lay on the bed with her right arm across his stomach. Carefully, she removed his manhood from his boxers with very little direct contact. Ms. D. did not want to make her toy come yet. Reaching between his legs with her left hand, she cupped his balls forcefully. Her right hand grasped his cock, right underneath the head. Running her finger between the “V” of his head, she grabbed him tightly, one hand on his balls, one of her hands on his manhood. Ms. D. aimed him towards the wall facing the bottom of the bed and jerked him hard.
“Come for me,” she instructed and jerked him faster.
He could not withstand her physical demands and within seconds exploded in a forceful stream that flew from the bed and landed near the far wall. He came for a full 30 seconds, while Ms. D’s attention to his manhood did not cease.
She slowed down and said, “My, you sure were ready for me today.” “Is there any left?” she asked, and began jerking him hard again. Still in a sensitive state, his body and manhood began to twitch and the bed began to bounce.
“Now, now, only I will make the bed bounce this evening,” she commanded as he tried to control himself.
Ms. D. got up and straddled his manhood. Before doing so, she removed her black suit jacket and hiked up her blue dress. She left her pantyhose on. Ms. D’s hot, wet center now straddled her pet’s manhood completely. He was completely surrounded by her warm, wet sex, but not fully recovered enough to become hard again. She leaned over and put her face close to his. Staring deep into his eyes, Ms. D. began to lick his face, in short and long strokes. She licked his cheeks slowly. She licked his forehead quickly. She licked his eyelids gently. She licked his nose slow and long. She licked underneath his chin slowly. She licked between his lips and stuck her tongue between them, probing. She opened his mouth with her tongue, and kissed him deeply and passionately. He felt her tongue explore the inside of his mouth and dance with his tongue. Her tongue moved purposefully and erotically inside of his mouth. Her sex became hotter and her thighs clamped around his body. Ms. D. held his head between both of her hands and used her tongue to tease and probe him in every way possible, all the while keeping both his manhood surrounded by her sex and his head enclosed within her hands. He could feel her hot wetness encapsulate him, her sex against his still sensitive manhood. Her hands around his head and ears made him even hotter, as he was securely within her control.
Ms. D. began to slowly gyrate her wet center against his manhood, causing both her wetness and his hardness to increase. As she felt his hardness stiffen against her sex, she licked and kissed him less. Her gyrations became fainter and farther away. By the time he was completely hard, her only contact with him was by her searching eyes looking into his own. Pushing down on his shoulders, her nails dug into his flesh slightly, and she lifted her hot, moist sex from rubbing against his manhood. She then backed off the bed and stared at his erect manhood. Turning around, Ms. D. bent over, giving her toy a perfect view of her firm ass. Slowly and erotically, she removed her pantyhose, causing it to almost drip off the curve of her rear. Ms. D. sat down on a chair in the corner of the room, removed her high-heels, and peeled her pantyhose off of her thighs and legs. While doing so, she made sure to run her fingers seductively along her thighs, calves, and feet. She stared at his toned body and hard manhood as she did this, licking her lips slowly. From his position, he saw her powerful body and felt like he was being observed as prey.
After putting her high heels back on, she stood up and walked over to the bed. She put one leg up on the bed, near the part of the bottom of the bed. This enabled her toy to get a full view of her shaven sex. Except for a little bit of hair in the shape of a “V” above her clit, she was completely shaven.
“Do you like what you see?,” she asked him as she ran her fingers over her thighs.