My Seduction By An Older Woman Ch 04

After Mistress Shannon shared me with another resident of the condo, I went back to my place with many mixed feelings. Of course I was constantly turned on by thinking of being dominated by older women and now it seemed like it could be any woman. I spent some time trying to understand this turn of events and why it turned me on so much to be dominated by these women and reflected on the more than one occasion where I had this experience in my formative sexual history.

When I was a teenager living at home with my parents I was first introduced to a sexual older woman during one of my parents frequent parties where everyone got quite intoxicated.

I was in the garage working on my car, sneaking tokes while the parents got hammered drunk. I was surprised by one of my parents friends dropping into the garage. She was likely 20 years older than me and had obviously taken a few drinks. I had met her before and always knew her as Mrs. Jones. She quickly said:

"Hi David, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" as she came over and bent over the car exposing her barely covered beasts and looked up and winked. I was staring at the best set of breasts I had ever seen outside of porn mags and was developing a boner as I stuttered:

" Well just working on my car and staying out of the way during the party Mrs Jones." I stammered.

"Ok maybe you should call me Miss Susanne if you insist on being formal." she smirked.

Mrs. Jones er, Miss Susanne reached out and touched my face saying that a boy with my obvious attributes should be seen and as she let her hand fall from my face it travelled over my chest and over my abs and arriving on my now very obvious erection. I was stunned but didn't move as she closed in on me and asked:

"You are a good looking young man Davey, are there lots of girls after you?" she said as she smirked and pushed those magnificent breast together.

As I hesitated while taking in the taking in those magnificent mounds and aware of a growing hard on she said:

"Well I can see that you are not gay." she smirked as she cupped her breasts with her hands and broke my trance.

"I can see that you are facinated by my breasts. Have you ever seen real naked breasts up close; did you want to see all of them Davey boy?" she whispered as she leaned in next to me.

" I, ah, don't know if I should" I stammered but my cock was now fully erect and I couldn't take my eyes of her barely covered breasts.

" Don' t be shy Davey, all you have to do is ask for permission to see them, and I can clearly see that you are turned on by them. Do you want to see them Daveyboy?" she cooed as she pressed them together so that they were overflowing her dress.

I looked up at her face and saw an attractive mature woman with such lust in her eyes like I had never seen in any female before young or old. I had, of course, fantasized over the pictures of mature women in my porn mags, and could not believe that this was happening to me. My rational mind had left the room and my cock was now doing the thinking for me and I blurted out:

"Yes please may I see them Miss Susanne?" I whispered.

Suzanne slid in next to me so that her breasts were touching my shoulder and whispered in my ear:

"You need to be specific Davey boy, you must say what you want me to do and you also must use your manners, understood?" she said as she squeezed my cock and looked me in the eyes.

"Please will you show me your breasts Mrs. Jones, I mean Miss Susanne?" I meekly asked.

"Ok davey be a good boy get on your knees, take your cock out of your pants and stroke yourself as you beg to see my tits." she demanded as she stared at me with a certain sexual intensity.

I was so horny and mesmerized by this woman who was so much older but exuding so much sexuality that I had never experienced before with my girlfriends and who at this point were largely still playing the the coy petting game, but mostly just one big tease. I got more release from my collection of porn magazines that actually had mostly older women than me.

Things had moved pretty fast and I was overwhelmed by this mature woman taking control of me and any voices in my head to stop this were over ruled by my now raging hard on. I dropped to the floor, but was really scared someone, like my mother would come into the garage and see me like this so I kind of froze and said:

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"Please Miss Susanne, what if someone comes out here?"

"Nobody is coming out here but should that occur you will be hidden by your car and you will slide underneath pretending to be fixing something. Now pull out that hard cock and show it to me and then beg me to show you my naked breasts." she commanded.

I undid my pants and released my now dripping hard cock from its confined space and held it in my hand as I looked up at her and begged to see her breasts.

"Good boy Davey, such a lovely young cock, keep stroking and no cumming unless I say so." as she unbuttoned her top and pulled her huge breasts out of her bra.

I thought I might cum and sensing this she told me to stop stoking my cock and put my hands behind my back and bring my mouth to her nipples.

"Suck my breasts, be a good boy for me." she said as she reached down and stroked my rock hard cock and I immediately sucked on her huge nipples. I had never seen such long nipples even in my porn magazines.

As she reached down and edged my cock she pushed her breasts into my face and whispered into my ear:

"This will be our little secret since I wouldn't want you to get into trouble for taking advantage of your mother's friend while she was all alone in the garage would you daveyboy?"

As I was digesting this new twist of a threat while being in heaven on her breast and on the brink of climaxing, she stepped backwards abruptly and said with some forcefulness:

"I need to get back to the party now, but I may tell your mother that I expect to you over at my place tomorrow early evening to help me with some chores, so be a good boy and we will keep this our little secret so you don't get into any trouble, ok davey boy?!" and with that she turned as she tucked her breasts back into her top, and showed her lovely ass to me while leaving me struggling to get my huge hard cock back into my pants.

I think I was in shock and couldn't get my cock to soften so jerked off as I reflected on what just occurred. She never did request my services the next day and frankly I was both somewhat relieved and seriously disappointed at the same time. I did masturbate to my interaction with her for the rest of the week many times per day and was conscious that I was hoping she would call requesting my help with something.

That call did come a couple of weeks later and my mother relayed the request for me to assist her with some chores and make a little pocket money; and said what a good boy I was for helping out Mrs Jones.

I showed up at her house after taking a long shower and trying not to cum while soaping up my cock since her words that I was not to cum without her permission circulated in my sex crazed brain.

She answered the door in wearing a while blouse with several buttons undone displaying her great breasts encased in a low cut white bra and a skirt that barely covered her garter belts and nylons, topped off with 5 inch heals. Holy fuck, I couldn't imagine anything more sexy. With a smirk on her face and her hand on her hip she said:

"Well nice to see you daveyboy, so delighted that you are such a good boy who wants to help me out with some chores. Come in and join me in the living room." she said.

My cock was as hard as it has ever been, pressing so hard on my jeans that her fingers were touching the head of it as she pulled me into her lair by my belt buckle.

"I want you to stand in front of me so I can get a good look at your young tight body Daveyboy and see what I am working with." she said as she made herself comfortable on the coach.

I stood there like a dummy not sure what to do and very conscious that my hard on was plainly obvious in my pants and making a wet spot as I leaked precum. It seemed like forever as she focussed her eyes all over me while slowly spreading her legs offering me a great view of her white panties and at the same time unbuttoning the remaing buttons on her blouse. She snapped me out of my trance by saying quite forcefully:

"You might as well lose all the clothes before you kneel Davey boy and do it slowly for Miss Jones so she can enjoy your striptease prior beginning your first chore." she demanded.

I don't know what I expected but this was moving quickly and as I stripped for her I was mesmerized by her spreading legs, her breasts being exposed more with each button and the lust on her face.

As I removed my last item of clothing my now engorged cock sprang free and my hands went imediately to cover up.

"If your hands are going to your cock they better be stroking for me daveyboy." she commanded.

I started stroking my cock and felt like I could cum any second as I oogled at her half clad body on the couch, until she commanded me to stop stroking my cock and kneel down between her legs.

"Starting licking daveyboy, and if you are a good you can be my pussyboy. Would you like that Davey?" she smirked.

"Yes Miss." I said as I extended my tongue to taste her now exposed pussy as she moved her panties to the side. As I approached her pussy with so much trepidation, since I was still a virgin in all possible definitions, she pulled me into her pussy by placing her hand on the back of my head saying:

"That's a good Davey, Miss Suzanne will teach you how to be a good pussyboy. I want you to lick the top of my pussy where my clit is first." as she ground her pussy and my face together guiding me where she wanted my tongue to go. As she moved me to her pussy and told me to extend my tongue and push it as far into her as I could, she had both hands on the back of my head and was moaning like I had never heard from anyone before.

I dove right in licking like it was my last meal when she aggressively pulled my head back by my hair and said:

"When you eat me you take your time my little pussy boy and if I want it rough I will fuck your face, understood?"

"Yes Miss." I said and began again savouring the taste, smell and feel of her pussy and snaking my tongue inside her and all over her clit as she manuvered my face with her hand on the back of my head.

I was at this for twenty minutes as she moaned and ground her pussy all over my face and when I tried to stroke my cock she commanded me to only touch her, not my cock. She was very directive about where my tongue and mouth were to go and she moved her body to get my mouth where she wanted it since this was my first time giving head. I was totally mesmerized and savouring the taste, the smell, and texture of her pussy.

"You are here for my pleasure pussyboy, not yours and any pleasure you will derive from this is only because of mine. Understood my little pussyboy?"

She clearly did not need or want my affirmation since she increased the pressure of her pussy on my face and I felt her climax building until my face was soaked with her juices, while she commanded me to keep licking until she told me to stop. I had no idea that what to expect so did what I was told.

As she climaxed with loud groans, she released me from her grip, and she pulled my head up to her tits and said to suck them while she came down, which only made my cock drip more with excitement.

"Please Miss, may I touch myself." I begged

"NO you may not pussy boy, you are here for me remember and your treat is being able to taste my pussy and play with my tits. You disappoint me with your selfishness so I would suggest you get dressed and leave me. I will consider whether I want you back again and you can reflect on your priorities. "

As I left, she added one more comment that if she were to allow me back, I would have to have documented each and every time I masturbated and what I masturbated to, which I would be expected to read out to her while naked and her fully clothed.

I hurried home to the privacy of my room and masturbated to what had just occurred, including what our next meeting would be like as I read out my sexual fantasies to her. After I came I diarized my fantasy in hopeful anticipation that there would be a next time.

I am still waitng to hear from her.

When I enquired carefully with my mother about Mrs. Jones, I was told she and her husband had gone traveling and would be gone for quite some time. I was shocked, disappointed and felt like I had experienced a small taste of something I might never have again.

I guess I am still writing my journal fantasies for her or if not perhaps another mature woman to take her place.

So far my sexual experiences have been quite different until a number of years later when my girlfriend turned me into her personal slave as depicted in my stories about moving from Alpha Male to Pussy Boy. While I did get incredibly turned on by her dominance, it was not quite as hot as my experience with Miss Suzanne. I still hold out some hope that she will enter my life again.

I did have another experience with an older woman while in university but that is a story for another day.