Dom younger stud and mature sub landlady

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Dom younger stud and mature sub landlady - to be deleted soon

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[wickedpen]

Farmers Market Catch

I love to walk into town and see all the flowers and produce at the weekly Farmers market. It is a beautiful Wednesday afternoon and I have on my favorite yellow sundress. My shoulder length brunette hair is pulled up in a bun under my big straw sun hat. I have on sunglasses and wearing flats since the market is on the grassy park in town.
I am looking over the sun flowers my friend Mr Brown has just cut from his field and brought in. He is bundling up my selection as I see a man across the way. He is handsome and unknown to me, which is unusual.
"Thank you Mr Brown" I smile and hand him ten dollars.
"You are welcome, Ms Stone" he says tipping his baseball cap in a gentlemanly way.
I smile and turn and bump directly into the stranger who has suddenly appeared next to me.
"Oh, gosh excuse me" I say as I check to make sure I have not dropped any of my packages or my purse. Seeing your sharp eyes linger on their way up from my low cut dress sends a flutter through me I have not felt in years. Even as a window of ten years I get little attention in this old town.

 

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A cut below and the first draw

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The prick and the grip

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[wickedpen]

Not looking at Mr Brown who surely would disapprove of this forwardness I walked on. I knew he was following. As we rounded the block, my house only two blocks further I inquired.
"You are not from around here are you?" as I turned stopping him in his tracks.

 

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[wickedpen]

She stood her ground as the stranger pressed her. He was obviously more than interested. No man had touched her hips in over ten years and it nearly made her knees buckle.
Clearing her throat she felt a relief "oh so just passing through huh?" she asked. Her mind had raced a head to renting her spare room to this handsome stranger and possibly letting him seduce her but now that dissipated as she assumed he would be on his way.
Reaching for his hand with the bloody finger she brought it up between them His hands still on her hips. She looked at the finger with a drop of blood where the thorn had driven into his flesh. Then her eyes went to his as she guided the finger to her mouth. She took the top half of the finger into her mouth and tasted his blood. She gently suckled the finger then pulled it slowly from her lips.
"There that's better" she smiled at him and his open mouth.

 

[imagin8ve_mind]

Taste of things to cum?

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[wickedpen]

"well Mr? I never got your name?" Mrs Stone said inquisitively now having played her cards of desire on his finger. "I guess you should get back to your sales meeting or whatever it is. If I can be of any more service, please don;t hesitate to call. I am number nine. Just up there" I point with my free hand.
I turn and walk away, warmed by the feeling of your eyes watching my hips with an extra swing in my step. I glance back to catch you gawking and smile knowingly.
"God it has been a long time since I have felt like this" I think to myself as my body is alive, like when John would come home from a long trip full of desire for me.

 

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[wickedpen]

"Come in Rich" the widow said trying to cover her excitement. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a blouse having taken a bath since she had seen him.
"How is your finger?" she inquired as she led him to a couch in her house.
"Can I get you something to drink?" she offered. Standing in front of him she became aware of his youthful sexuality and radiating focus. Almost overwhelmed she ran her hand over her throat with a nervous giggle.
She felt a little lightheaded as this man, so masculine and clearly interested in more than conversation sat on the couch she had shared with her long dead husband.

 

[imagin8ve_mind]

Overt signs

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[wickedpen]

"Well Rich, you sound like an ambitious young man" the older woman says having seen his not so subtle attempt to conceal his erection. "I don't know about this small town becoming over run by humanity but some excitement would be appreciated." She smiles are him and continues, "Rich I have a room for rent if you are interested. You seem like a decent young man. Clean and mannerly. Someone I could trust" she says emphasizing trust. "The room is in the basement and this is the only way down" she says walking over to a thick wooden door.
"Would you like to see it?" her eyes drift down from his as her question registers. Her fingers wrap around the knob and she twists pulling tee door open revealing a dark set of stairs. "The light is at the bottom of the stairs" she says standing next to the darkened opening.

 

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[wickedpen]

Reaching the bottoms step Mrs Stone smiled to herself. Rich having awkwardly, or not, pressed his full manhood against her multiple times she felt the light switch on the wall. She turned to Rich standing nearly in her pocket and ran her free hand up his thigh his bulge. She smiled as his mouth opened and she flipped the switch. The lights were florescent tubes that flickered then came on to reveal the unfinished basement. The walls were concrete block and the floor a concrete slab. In the middle of the room was a bed. The headboard and foot board were black iron and the sheets white. This was not an apartment by any stretch. It was more of a dungeon.
"So what do you think?" Mrs Stone said revealing her deepest secret.
She walked to a workman's bench on the side of the room and picked up a pair of handcuffs and turned to Rich.
"May I be of service?" she said holding out the restraints.

 

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[wickedpen]

Stepping briskly to her new friend. She takes his belt and opens his pants almost like a servant. Submissive for sure but even more workman like. Her face wears a smile as her hands undress Rich. Bringing his pants and boxers to the floor as she squats helping him step out of them. She stands and begins to lift his shirt.
"How may I serve you?" she says quietly. Almost like she did not want him to hear but had to say. It had been years since she had serviced a man. John had trained her well.

 

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[wickedpen]

Without hesitation her wet tongue and lips begin sliding up and down the shaft. She suckles and laps at the balls and slips her tongue along the slit of his head. A feat of balance she is well trained in returning to her kneeling position when finished.
"How may I serve you?" she asks softly with a small smile.

 

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