{Making Madelaine, part five. Standard warnings. This is a free erotica porn site, it's not a great work of art, it's not supposed to be. It's whack off porn. Also, in this free porn world everyone is 18 years old or higher before they even think about sex. There are no STD's, no one needs to use the bathroom and no one gets hurt in ways they don't like and everything works out, eventually.}
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Madelaine (Laney) is a vivacious, sexy 46 year old redhead with killer curves, amazingly tight ass and big tits that still haven't sagged. She lost her husband a year ago and said she spent 20 years being married and being allowed to tease, but rarely pleased anyone outside their relationship. It's like she has 20 years of making up to do. I'm James and I'm 60. Laney has become a plaything for me. I "make" her do sex things and she loves being made to do them. She is especially into giving blowjobs. In her head I think it's her way of making up for all the teasing in the past after all those years of suppression. It's also a very submissive act for her. I think deep down she feels it's almost "punishment" for her prior behavior. Whatever it is, It's a perfect world for us. Reading previous chapters would no doubt help, but each story is kind of a new episode, enjoy, either way!}
Amazing Madelaine. That's what she was to me. We both couldn't believe the things she'd done already as well as the things she still wanted to do. The last thing she'd done is sucked off two men from her condo complex and fucked another on Halloween night. True to her nature, and to my commitment to making her do things, the two guys she sucked off were totally out of her league. But, since I made her do it, the humiliation of it drove her wild. The guy she fucked, Perry, was their complex's George Clooney. He was one of those silver haired foxes, in his fifties, rich, already retired, who seemed to always have 20 year old women on his arm. He'd been wanting to nail sweet Laney since she moved in. I don't blame him, that body is amazing for a 46 year old, that ass alone should be gilded in gold on a statue. We'd been doing our sexcapades over a span of a couple months.
She was always pressing for more so due to Laney's dalliance with Perry and because of her absolute need to suck cock and please I made her ask Perry if he wanted to use her mouth on a regular basis. I made her ask him with similar wording, too. I knew it made her wet having to embarrass herself by asking him that way. Sure enough, she spent quite a few mornings on her knees by her front door, giving the lucky fucker head. She said she loved the embarrassment of having to repeat it, and knowing she had to do it, whenever he showed up.
"Are you getting what you need, Laney?" I asked her one day.
"I love what I'm doing, yes, if that's what you are asking. I love the thought that I could be at the breakfast table and he could show up with that cocky smile, and without a word he gets his dick in my mouth. It's also embarrassing that we don't even have to say a word to each other before he's out the door and I'm wet both above and down below," she giggled. "Plus, like with my former boss, I really love that I know how to get him off the best way now that I've done it so many times. I love how dirty that thought is, that I've been made to please him so many times that I know exactly how to do it. That's the stuff that just gets me so wet."
"He doesn't try to fuck you?" I asked.
"He did, but I told him that I really just wanted to suck his cock, but as a consolation, he should use my mouth every chance he gets. It was what you wanted me to tell him.
"But, if you are asking if I'm getting EVERYTHING I need, well, maybe not...yet. We still need to repeat the mall thing. I may still have to fuck your friend Bob...and...and I've teased so many guys out there throughout the years, I just need to be made to please them."
"I know. That part of you has really come out. I love that guys are making you, too. Like the thing with Bob, your boss, Sarge, from the mall. You get off better when men control you and make you do things."
"I know," she whined, the discomfort from her pussy was rising.
"Ok, the mall thing," I said. "It's your biggest fantasy now."
"Yes, I need to do it," she said in a low growl, "I need to be made to do it."
"And it's just one more time, right? It's got to be a big "blow" out."
"Yes, for all those years of teasing guys. The fantasy is to please until I can't, then we can do other things."
"Please until you can't, " I love that. You know that might be a lot, right?"
"Ohhh, god, I'm so ready for that," she whispered with lust.
"First, I think we should do this over a couple days."
"What? Why? I thought the point was me pleasing as many as I can?"
"That IS the point, precious," I smiled. "Hear me out. I think you need to do more reconnaissance. That way, doing more often is possible, because you've lined it all up the right way."
"Oooh, I like that," she purred. "I really WANT to do more...and more," she said with a sexy grin.
"Right, so the idea is, like before, go in and flirt, exhibit yourself but also look for patterns, guys that'll be there the next time, mostly workers. I think it'd be hard picking up random strangers over and over. It'll work better if they've already been warmed up," I grinned.
She pulled her top down to show me her amazing tits. "Will this warm them up, sir?"
"That's definitely a start," I laughed.
"Also, you really are going to have to be sluttier this time."
"Sluttier? Gawd..."
"Yes, it's one thing to tease, exhibit, flash a little. But, for our purposes the guys really have to know what they are getting, and how quickly they can get it. Remember, it took a couple hours just getting two last time? You want many, or so you say, we have to speed up the process."
"I know you are right, it's just kind of overwhelming and so...dirty."
"Yes, sucking multiple cocks is dirty," I laughed. "AND, you want to do it."
"I know," she said, exhaling deeply. "I just think of all those guys I've teased before and how many of them wanted it, and I couldn't give it to them. I love to tease, though, I love getting them interested, getting them aroused. But, I want to have to please them at the end. I love guys making me do it, I love the loss of control, which is why I love you, and what you make me do," she grinned sheepishly.
"We can definitely try to make that happen. For multiples, though, we really need to be more direct, more blunt, with far less subtlety. It's almost like we need to advertise."
I had an idea. "Isn't there a T shirt shop in the mall that puts slogans on shirts, or anything you want, like a picture?"
"Yes, it's basically a shop for the young," she laughed, "why?"
"I have an idea for a shirt you can wear, to help us speed things along. Plus, depending on who is working in that shop, we might get it started early."
"Oooh," she purred.
It was set, I'd given her the ideas and we'd talked about the setup. I sent her there by herself one day I was working just to "case" the place again and figure out the who's and how's. She asked me what she should do if Sarge was there.
I said, "I guess you'll do what he tells you." I could see her blush and guessed that it made her wetter than usual.
She went to that T shirt shop and had them make the shirt I wanted. She mentioned the tattooed, pierced 19 year old that gave her the eye when she told him what she wanted on it. She came back with a number of possibilities. We were ready.
A few days later we drove to the mall. She was wearing a charcoal skirt, over the knee with a slit up one side. On top she had on her black stone washed T shirt with the writing I wanted. She'd modified it by ripping it in the right places to show more cleavage. It was also at least one size too small. She wasn't wearing a bra but had on the tiniest pair of white, sheer panties. Over her shirt she had a light jacket that matched her skirt. From afar, she looked like a classy, sexy business woman out on a typical shopping day until she opened her jacket. Once open, her tits and cleavage would be out for viewing pleasure. She wore sexy heels, but not too high, but enough to show off her fabulous legs and calves.
We drove separate cars. I let her use my Jeep as it provided more room for her activities. We pulled into a part of the parking lot that had less traffic. I told her I didn't want it completely empty, that part of her thrill was that she was going to have to do "it" with at least the possibility of being seen. It just edged her arousal up another level.
