Time always seems to drag slower in proportion to how excited and anxious you are and right now as I sat amongst the shelving and old cardboard boxes time couldn’t have passed slower if it had stopped. My mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what she had meant by my “Treat”.
Maybe I was going to get to eat that juicy cunt of hers - again. I was drooling at just the thought of it. If someone had told me last week that I would be sitting where I was, waiting to service an old woman’s pussy, I would have laughed in their face. Strange how life can turn out isn’t it.
My thoughts were broken when the door swung open. I sat quietly on the old metal framed chair just staring at her because I was unsure what to say, or indeed if I should say anything at all. She smiled at me, bent down to look me straight in the eyes and placed a long fingernail underneath my chin. She pressed it so hard into my skin that it forced my head backwards then she spoke. “You may think that you are cock of the walk but if I ever see you sitting in my chair again, I will make you suffer.” Her tone was soft and calming but the sharp nail threatening to cut my skin open gave her words a whole new meaning.
I went to stand up so I could get off the chair but she quickly pushed me back down again. Placing a leg either side of my hips she told me to find another way off. The only way I could see was to slide out from underneath her, so I took that route. My heart was pounding as my face neared her tightly black covered mound; I inhaled deeply through my nose as I searched for the scent of her sex. My prick twitched to life and began to rapidly stiffen as her musk invaded my senses. I was hoping and praying she would stop me moving, which would give me the excuse to prolong the pleasure of inhaling her scent, but instead she just laughed and told me to get a move on.
Once I was free, I turned around to face her. She still had her back to me and my knees hurt on the hard concrete floor but the view of her round ass cheeks made the discomfort acceptable, in fact I think my submissive posture added to the erotic pleasure I was feeling. My silver haired boss moved to one of the shelves and produced a pair of thin bladed scissors from one of the myriad of boxes. I watched with some fear as she took her place on the chair and toyed with the blade. Slowly, she parted her strong thighs before holding the scissors out to me.
“You will use these to cut open my pants. You will not cut anything else and you will definitely NOT cut me. If you make one mistake you will leave this store because your services will no longer be required. Do you understand?”
My mouth and throat were far too dry to enable me to talk properly and all I could do was nod my head like a fool. I gingerly took the blades from her and attempted to make the first cut. I was so nervous that beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and running down my face.
The material of her Jodhpur pants was tougher than I first thought and it took a bit more persuasion for the blades to have an effect. Gradually a penny-sized hole appeared along the crotch seam, so I snipped a bit more. Pleased with myself I carried on cutting and within seconds the crotch of her panties were on full display to my gaze.
“Enough.” She barked at me.
Apart from what seemed to me the thunderous rhythmic sound of my heartbeat up until that point, the room had been totally silent and I jumped with shock at her sudden command. My prick was threatening to burst out of my pants as I quickly looked up into her eyes before turning my attention to her black lacy panties.
Yesterday because of the darkness under her skirt, I didn’t get to see much of her pussy, but today I could just about make out her pubic hair and the top of her slit. The combined smell of her heat, sweat and perfume tormented my senses until I was on the verge of lust-crazed insanity. But I knew my place and held back from devouring her.
Looking up into her eyes once more I saw a sparkle in them that I knew meant she loved her position of authority, and right at this moment I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I watched with bated breath as she slid the palms of her hands over her glorious covered breasts, across her plump belly and onto her inner thighs. She used her thumbs to pinch either side of her sweet cunt so that her labia nipped at the gusset of her panties.
Gently massaging her pussy in this way, she lifted one of her feet and pressed the sole into my crotch.
“Oh fuck.”
I gasped as I continued to watch her fingers. She pressed harder onto my prick with her shoe whilst moving her hand in such a way that she now used two fingers of one hand to do the job that her thumbs had been doing. Then with her free hand she used one of her long red fingernails to graze along the creased material covering her slit.
I suddenly became aware that I was panting like a dog at the erotic show she was putting on for me.
