Gwen had lived in the valleys of Wales all of her life. She was now 51 and had lived alone ever since her mother died 6 years earlier. She was naturally a shy lady that hardly ever socialized apart from her attendance at her Chapel and the odd church outing. Working in a solicitor's office was quiet and predictable which suited her nature.
Gwen's love life was an extremely empty book. In her late teens she had had a suiter but after some disappointing fumbling and kissing she had called it off. Now at this senior age Gwen was still a virgin, her sexual outlet being the occasional masturbation whilst reading some soft erotic story found in a ladies magazine. This wasn't a common event and she mostly repressed her desires.
Her fall from grace came as the result of her one indulgence. Gwen was a sun worshipper who, given any opportunity, would strip naked and lounge all day in the privacy of her garden. She has mistakenly concluded that no one could see into her rear garden given its high wall down one side and the thick hedge on the other sides. However, Jason one sunny Saturday had thrown his Frisbee into a nearby tree and when climbing it had gained a perfect vantage point to watch her. This he had done ever since for an hour or so on most sunny weekend days. He'd even taken photo's with a camera with a digital zoom lens. These he had masturbated to in the privacy of his bedroom, time and time again, cumming over her white ass cheeks.
Her demise came when she had taken in her sister's fox terrier. While sun bathing again Gwen had fallen into a deep sleep on her recliner with her legs parted. The horny mutt had got its nose to her clit and had started to lap at her opening. In her dreams Gwen was being ravished by the young choir master, but in reality the wayward hound was feeding on her juices. The scene was all captured on Jason's camera. Eventually Gwen woke from her very wet dream and shoed the dog away, then went inside to wash her pussy. Now Jason knew he had her.
Gwen was quite a slim lady with firm large breasts, never weakened by a babies suckling. Her pussy was hairy with small labia that could hardly be seen. Jason desired to have his face between her legs like nothing else. Today he was going to have her.
At her front step he gives a timid knock on the ivy green door. A homely lady with greying hair, cotton skirt and white blouse answered.
"Hello young man, how can I help you?"
"Hello Miss Evans, I'm Jason, I live just around the corner. Could I have a few minute of your time, you see I think we have a problem that we need to sort out."
"Oh dear, yes I'm free, come tell me, what is bothering you."
Gwen brought him into the lounge and offered him tea and biscuits. Whilst she was in the kitchen he started his case.
"Miss Evans I have some photo's in my possession which you need to see, of your back garden."
"Oh really!" she said setting the cups and a plate of cookies down. "Of my birds?"
"No Miss Evans, of you."
Jason had printed the most explicit pictures onto colour A4 paper. There clear as day was the naked lady, with looks of ecstasy on her face, having her pussy eaten by a small dog. The lady's jaw dropped as she flopped down on the settee. She swallowed and picked up the series of incriminating images.
"How, when, how did you get hold of these." She demanded.
"It doesn't matter how Miss Evans, or should I say slave. What matters now is that if you don't do as I say they will be published online and the link posted on every lamp post in the village. Everyone will know what you did."
"Oh my God, you have come to blackmail me, you know it was an accident, and you shouldn't have been watching."
"OK Miss Evans tell on me, I will go now."
"No please don't, sorry I shouldn't threaten you, no please let us work this out between just us."
"Well Miss Evans I propose that for one day a week you are my slave in all respects, for me to do with as I wish. For that I will tell not one soul about your distasteful habit."
"Just one day, will you hurt me?"
"No but a will call you slave and you call me master. Starting immediately."
Gwen looked over the photo's once more. She would be ejected from her church, she would loose her job, have to move abroad.
"Alright Jason, master. What do you want from me?"
"Ummm unfasten your blouse and get your breasts out, then take off your panties sit back open your legs and masturbate yourself. I want to watch you cum."
Gwen stood and pulled her white panties down to her ankles then stepped out of them. Unfastening her top she exposed her near perfect tits. Jason was anticipating sucking each teat. On the settee she raised and parted her thighs. Now slowly building up her stroking she watched the youth stirring at her sex. Instinctively her pussy started to dribble love honey. Wanking herself had never been this exciting. Her clit had swollen much larger than normal. She now used both hands one to splay her lips whilst the other worked on rubbing. She had leaked enough to make a dark patch on her cushion when Jason brought out his fat cock and start pulling on it. She could see how proud he was of his length and thickness, his glistening purple head making her ooze even more.
Gwen was close now and started to buck and writhe on her own fingers. Jason walked over with his pants halfway down his thighs, still beating his cock in front of her.
"Do it on my face slut, I want to taste you ."
He knelt down and buried his mouth in her bush. Gwen carried on rubbing frantically and shuddered as she came, all the while Jason's tongue probing her hole like a humming bird after nectar.
The young man sat next to her fisting his cock and told her to suck him. Gwen bent down and put her lips to the tip and started sucking.
"Not like that put it in your mouth."
"Sorry Master but I haven't ever done that before. How should I do it?"
Jason got his phone out and played a clip of a middle aged white woman deep throating a black man then swallowing his white streams of cum.
