This series of stories tells a tail of how Paris, a mid/late 30's woman takes control and her revenge on the family of her lover. All the characters in this story are over 18.
The stories contain themes of coercion, blackmail, incest, bondage, rape, violence. If you are not into any of these themes than please move on. If you are then I hope that you enjoy the stories.
As always, I would appreciate your feedback and, hopefully high ratings.
The beginning
Oliver was in his bedroom, lying on his bed, his jeans and boxers were pushed down his legs in his rush to get his cock out.
With his rock-hard cock in his hand, wanking it slowly, he was browsing through the photos on his phone. All the pictures were of his next-door neighbour, Paris. Ever since she had moved in, he had been obsessed with her.
She was mid to late 30's, probably 15 years older than him, but was the sole focus of all his wanking fantasies and wet dreams. She had Soulful brown eyes and long messy blonde hair. She stood only about 5' 1" and her stand out features were her huge tits and amazing legs.
He closed his eyes, imagining the goddess Paris looking up at him with her smouldering eyes burning as she slowly engulfed his cock between her luscious red lipstick covered lips. His hand was a blur on his cock as he milked rope after rope of cum from his spunk filled balls.
He has squirted so hard that, not only had he covered his college t-shirt, but he had also shot himself in the face. He wiped himself down with his already soiled shirt and threw it on the floor.
He looked out the window and saw Paris, clearly heading out for a night on the tiles. He grabbed his binoculars for a better look.
She was wearing one of her pairs of thigh high boots that she favoured and short black dress. As she climbed into her Range Rover, he saw a flash of creamy thighs above stocking tops. His recently relieved cock sprang straight back to life, throbbing with need as he watched the sexy MILF.
Knowing that her house was empty, he pulled on a fresh t-shirt and nipped next door to see if he could find a way in. It was a big old Victorian house on the river, all very secluded with lots of bushes around the driveway.
He was in luck! She had left a downstairs window open which he managed to squeeze through.
He went straight upstairs and found her bedroom. The bedroom was large, with doors onto a balcony overlooking the river. There was a Super King-sized bed with a post in each corner and a large soft cream leather two-seater sofa.
It smelt amazing, it smelt of perfume and woman. He carefully rummaged through her draws making many interesting discoveries.
Her bra size was 36D, she clearly loved stockings and had an amazing range of sexy lingerie.
Looking in her bedside draw he discovered a large, black dildo shaped vibrator. He picked it up, sniffing and licking it, detecting a hint of the taste of pussy cream.
He walked over to a low solid coffee table which was covered by a small throw. Pulling the cloth aside he discovered a machine that he had read about on the internet. It was the shape of a half barrel lying on the 'cut' edge. On top was a dildo attachment and a pad to stimulate the clitoris. He smiled, thinking of her riding it and cumming over and over.
He replaced the throw and went to look in her dressing room, he hit the jackpot. The laundry basket had several pairs of knickers. The ones on the top were virtually still warm. He held them to his face and inhaled deeply, loving the scent of her mature cunt.
He pushed the knickers into his trouser pocket.
He set about exploring the house, in a draw in the hall, he found what he thought could be her spare key. Excitedly he tried it and discovered that it did indeed open her back door and so it joined her knickers in his pocket.
He returned to her bedroom and lay on her bed, fishing out her knickers and putting them over his nose he once again started wanking his cock.
He was stroking his throbbing cock, dripping with pre-cum, and as he imagined what it would be like to have a woman like her as his toy, he once again shot a huge load of spunk, but this time caught it in the fragrant knickers.
Not knowing what time Paris would be coming home he straightened the bed and went downstairs.
A few days later, on a Friday, Oliver was returning from college and he decided to drop in to his dad's office to try and get a lift home.
His dad, Tim, with his wife, Sarah, ran a very successful import and export business. Tim was the managing director, however Sarah owned the majority of the shares as the business had been set up by her family.
Over the years Tim had grown disillusioned with his life.
