Lunch Part 3
Joe E Hartley
September 2022
Readers,
Part 2 of this story was a risk for me and several readers hated it, but there were also many of those who follow my work who liked it and a few asked me to continue. Since the votes of the haters count much higher than those who do like the story. I concluded that I had at least four people who loved the story for every one person who hated it.
I decided to honor those who asked for a part 3.
For those who hated part 2, this is more of the same.
This story deals with seniors, those over 65, having sex, if that is not your thing then this story is not for you.
Joeehartley
Susan headed home feeling empowered. She had never been a mistress before. She had always been on the receiving end of the flogger and knew what it felt like. She knew that when the sensation was allowed to build, the satisfaction was far greater. What was depicted in the porn videos was violence and pain. It crossed the pleasure/pain line for her.
Initially she got her mistress costume to look sexy, not to play the role of a mistress, but Bill seemed to like the idea and before she knew it, she was playing the role with a willing partner
She considered herself lucky to have found a man, like Bill, who could finally admit to what he liked. Some may call it submissive, but there was nothing about Bill that was submissive. Susan likewise learned that she enjoyed playing the role of a mistress, even though there was not much about her that anyone would call dominate. Bill denied his desire initially, but as they talked, he found he liked feeling the kiss of the flogger.
She had told him that she would enjoy alternating roles in their sex play. She too enjoyed the intimate feel of the flogger's tails against her sensitive skin.
Bill had never had orgasms before that even came close to what he experienced with Susan and her flogger. The pleasure he felt from the first blow of the flogger had surprised him and he wanted more. It wasn't until later after Susan left that his mind took over and told him that real men don't do this, no matter how good it felt.
It took a long conversation with Susan to help him realize that he'd been allowing his perception of what society dictated to hold him back from exploring what he might like as an individual. He was not a carbon copy of some made up caricature of what a man was, or wasn't. It took some time, but he finally realized that John Wayne wasn't real. He then regretted spending the majority of his life denying himself anything other than what the so-called real man would do.
Bill turned on his computer to research stories of men being spanked by women, to explore what turned him on and what was too far over the top, He knew he enjoyed the sting of the flogger when Susan used it on him, and even more so when she directed him to spread his legs.
The next day Bill got ready to meet Susan at the buffet just as Susan boarded her bus leading her to the same location. She had her bag filled with the toys she planned on using today. Both Bill and Susan tingled with a level of excitement, knowing that they had each met a person who might take them to a level of satisfaction they hadn't experienced in a while.
Bill arrived first, he knew he would, he'd been coming here for a quite a while and he knew what time the bus arrived. He chose his normal seat and went to fill his plate. Susan had just placed her ticket on the table they were to share when he returned.
"Hi Bill," she announced, "Let me get my plate and I'll be right back. I'm looking forward to today. Are you too?"
"That's all I could think about last night," he commented, "but we do need to wait until we get back to my place."
"True," she agreed. "We might get carried away if we start here and I don't want to be forced to explain why I was spanking your naked ass on the buffet line."
Bill laughed with her, but at the same time felt a warmth creeping up his body. His butt started to tingle. How could mere words get him all worked up?
They finished their meal and headed over to Bill's house. They walked together not touching for fear of starting their play time too soon. Their minds filled with ideas of what lay ahead, but they walked in silence. Luckily Bill lived close by and soon opened the door to his home.
Bill headed into the kitchen to pour wine for the two of them while Susan stepped into the bedroom with her bag.
Bill brought two glasses of wine into his living room and set them on the side tables by his couch. He felt that, if past history was a gauge, the coffee table needed to be free of anything breakable.
Susan stepped out of the bedroom and Bill's mouth dropped. He'd seen this outfit before, but it still turned him on.
She took the same pose she had when she first wore this for Bill with one foot resting on his coffee table and facing him. He saw, as he did that first day the same vision that had been a part of his nightly dreams ever since, of her wearing a black vinyl shelf bra displaying her erect nipples, a black vinyl garter belt holding up a pair of black net nylons encased in a pair of black vinyl boots. She wore no panties, but she did wear a sultry smile and held a black leather flogger.
Bill's pants grew tighter seeing her with that flogger. He had watched several videos last night of floggers in action, and looked forward to feeling it for real.
Susan felt herself getting wet as she watched Bill stare at her mostly exposed flesh. She shifted her stance so that her legs were more open to his gaze.
"Strip,' She demanded.
Bill quickly followed the instruction given and stood in front of this erotic vision, with his cock standing at attention, awaiting her next instructions.
Susan's mouth watered seeing the naked cock ready for her, but knew she had to remain in control, at least for this part of the game, "Lick me," she instructed.
Bill dropped to his knees and pushed his face between her thighs.
Susan remembered that, for today, this was Bill fantasy sex. She'd talk to him later about what she needed him to do for her. She pushed him back and had him take his position leaning over with his hands on the coffee table and his butt in the air.
"Spread your legs," she directed using the handle of the flogger to push his thighs apart.
Bill took his position and Susan started to strike first one cheek then the other. She knew this was just the warm up and her blows were light. The main source of enjoyment would come later when she started to land the blows between his cheeks.
Bill felt the warmth rising and lifted his hips for more. Susan noticed that he was starting to display more of himself to her view and shifted her position to allow her a more vertical strike instead of a horizonal strike across his cheeks. She stood by his shoulders looking down at his raised butt and landed a light blow down his butt crack.
She watched him raise his butt again asking for more. She then began the patterned that had been used on her before to her great satisfaction. First one cheek then the other, followed by a blow down the center.
Bill seemed to like this pattern too and slowly she increased the force of each blow. After several minutes of this she took half a step forward which would adjust the arc of her swing. She reduced the force of her blow considerably and ignored any blow to his cheeks, instead she landed a blow down his crack with the tails of the flogger wrapping around to his front side to kiss his balls.
The sound emanating from Bill indicated his pleasure and when he raised his butt again, Susan landed another blow.
Susan wanted to give Bill the pleasure he deserved, but also knew she was only halfway through what she had planned. She landed a few more stokes monitoring his reaction, then directed him into the bedroom.
"Did you like that?" Susan asked stepping out of character for a moment.
"That was fantastic. You built it up slowly, but each blow sent me higher. I was close to coming when you stopped," Bill answered.
"Don't worry, you'll cum, just not right away," she said with a grin, "It's better when it's delayed a bit."
Bill took up the position he assumed she wanted next, lying on the bed, face up, with legs spread, and cock pointing towards the ceiling.
Susan positioned herself on the bed next to him near his shoulders so she'd have the best access to the area she wanted to stimulate with the flogger. She allowed the tails to crawl along his chest and down towards his erection. She watched as his cock moved on its own seeking the soft tails of this toy.
Susan trailed the flogger's tails down between his legs and pulled them back up slowly across his butt hole and then his balls before dragging them further up his chest.
It was obvious he wanted more and she repeated the maneuver several more times. Bill arched his back unable to tolerate the tease any longer. Susan used that as a sign to put a bit of force behind the flogger and on the next pass the tails of the flogger stung his sensitive butthole before continuing the journey upwards. She struck him again with a bit more force.
She adjusted her position to direct her blow to what she knew he had been waiting for and landed a light blow on his balls.
"Again," he demanded.
