Randy Reporting

[Tseranc]

This woman was lewd in a way he’d never even imagined before, and he’d seen his fair share of lascivious women. Rubbing her mucky scent on him only to lick it off in an odd, but powerfully erotic kiss. Insane, perhaps, but she had an effect on his racing blood he couldn’t deny, even if his cock weren’t erect and reaching for her, and plain for her to see.

With her ‘permission’ he reached up and took hold of her hips, and buried his face between her legs, more eagerly then he would have liked. What was she doing to him? He said he’d play along, but his body seemed to be anxious to do so. As he licked up the soft, moist lips, he remembered another of her ‘rules’ from earlier, and back off to say, “Thank you, mistress.” He dove back in, lapping slowly at the exposed pussy. She tasted strong, but pleasant, an arousing delight to both tongue and nose. Feeling her hips start to slowly move with him, providing him further access to her wet depths. Gone were thoughts about what would happen this week, or what would have changed when the week was over. Gone were worries over her demands and strange ways. He was left to enjoy his feast, which seemed to be appeasing the women he knelt before just fine as well.

He stroked her clit slowly, then flicked at it faster followed by descending and probing into her. From her he could run his tongue back up her slit and begin the process all over. Getting into it, his smile widened even as he sucked her lips into his mouth began his efforts over again.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Yes,” Constance purred, her fingers almost petting her boy’s head. They wrapped around his silky strands and she pushed him deeper into her slick mound. Her lips parted, giving her more space to draw in the air her lungs were suddenly craving. “Harder boy,” she whispered and was rewarded with the pull of his teeth on her clit. “Fuck yes,” she groaned and began to thrust her hips forward.

She felt his tongue flick across her nub and then his lips seemed to massage her swollen pussy folds, forcing juice to spill from deep within her and cover his face. Her toes curled and she gasped when his tongue moved away from her clit to sweep down and then travel back upwards. Over and over he treated her cunt to a tongue lashing, one she knew was just the beginning of their heated week.

Her gaze looked down on him and she pulled his face from her sex. “Do you want your Mistress’s come? Do you want to drink it? Are you thirsty, boy? Have you earned it?” She lifted her brow on the last question, wondering if he felt he’d given her his all or if he was still hungry for more of her nectar.

 

[Tseranc]

He was about to very firmly tell her yes, yes he wanted it, but then she inquired about his deserving it. He still felt like he deserved a god brandy, but he paused to ponder what the results might be to either way he answered. He decided to answer the parts he new for now, “Yes, I want it. I’m thirsty for you, Mistress.” He plunged back into her before more question could be asked. He did want her, but more then that he wanted her completely satisfied.

His frantic tongue whips across her clip and he nibbled and tugged at her lips. Her scent changed, growing more powerful, and her juices that flowed became a thin drink instead of the think honey. Close, so close, and he had not yet answered.

“Please Mistress, let me have your come.” He was amazed the words fell from his lips but his lips went right back to work, as if her bucking hips answered for her. Surely the fingers in his hair would haul him away should his request be denied.

His fingers gripped, pulling at her skin as they slid down her back, and kneaded her round ass., pulling her firmly onto his face. His mouth gapped wide, top teeth grazing her skin while his tongue ran its entire length up and down her clit; eyes transfixed on hers, begging her to let him taste her cum.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance felt her body stiffen and heard her boy’s words. She tossed her head back, losing the hold his pleading eyes held. “Yes, boy, take it,” she gasped and felt her knees threaten to buckle as she showered him with her come. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her fingers kept a firm grip on his hair as she rode his face.

Shots of heat flooded from deep within her. She felt the warmth and shuddered again as his moans vibrated through her pussy. “Don’t stop,” she gasped and he made her proud by continuing his feast.

Her foot stomped down on the floor as she twisted her fingers and cried out, bucking against him and exploding again. The final wave of come covered him and she stood there as he lapped at the spilling juice. When she was able to breathe again, she pulled him to his feet, using his hair as a handle, but knowing it did not hurt, because he was eager to move up toward her.

Wasting no time, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and began to battle with the moist muscle, cleaning his palette and then savoring the aroma of her pussy on his face. Pulling away she looked into his eyes and licked her lips. She swallowed and moaned when the come flavor rolled down her throat. “See boy, I am not that bad.” She pushed her tongue in his mouth again and wrapped her hand around his cock.

She stroked him several times, before her lips left his. “Lay down on the bed. We need to see how long you can last when being fucked.” Her breath was still coming in little huffs, but for the most part she was somewhat controlled. The thought of having him buried in her pussy brought a new tingle to her come-covered sex.

 

[Tseranc]

Randolph Foster licked and sucked at all the fluid suddenly surrounding him; savoring her taste and the notion he’d brought it from her. Thrilled she’d allowed it, given it to him as if it were his gift.

Another wave hit his lip and again he drank her in, amazed such a woman could squirt as she did. He pressed on, lapping at her wet sex until she hauled him up by his hair and assaulted his mouth with her tongue. Never before had a woman been so forceful in what he would loosely classify as a kiss. His hands instinctively slid behind her and each took a full grip on her tight ass; as she probed into his mouth again.

With all the excitement he wanted to burst right then and then just from her few quick strokes of his shaft, but even those motions felt like she was playing with something she knew to be hers, not the tender caress of a lover.

But he crawled onto the bed and lay down as instructed, worried over his performance. He didn’t know how, but he was on the verge already. Acts that should have sent his member into a shriveled hiding made it pulse and twitch in time with his racing pulse. He needed to confess this before she came to expect too much of him, “Mistress, I’m close already…I’m sorry.” True disappointment filled his eyes, as they took in the sight of a high heeled vixen who’s thighs still glistened from their wet coating. The true became rather evident to him – she was too much woman for him to handle.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance slid to the bed, her intention in the beginning had been to straddle him, ride his cock till he flooded her with come, but with his admission and his obvious concern with how soon he would lose himself. Her hand slid to his cock and she barely grazed it with her fingernails. “We can’t have that, can we,” she said softly as she teased his cock.

“We’ll work on that tonight then. I will stroke, lick, fondle, suck and tease your body. When it becomes too much and you feel as if you’re about to come, tell me. I will stop and we’ll begin the process again. Do not touch me, or try to force me to continue...” she slid down his body, spreading her palm under his balls, “most of all boy, do not come.”

She moved her body between his hard legs, ran one palm up his inner thigh and then used both to open his legs wider. “You’re still as hard as a rock, boy, but I know you are worried about coming, so your balls are loose. You’re not as close as you thought you were, now that we’ve talked.

Her tongue snaked out to lick his balls, pushing them to the right and then the left. Her breath covered his sack and her nails slowly dug into his flesh as she nuzzled her way around his testicles. She whispered to him how wet she was and how she craved his dick, using her words to tempt him just as she used her fingers and lips.

She watched his stomach tighten and then moved to nip at his inner thighs, ignoring is throbbing cock and giving him a few moments to calm himself. “Again...” she whispered and began to trail her tongue over his swollen veins.

 

[Tseranc]

She was right, just talking about it had done wonders to quell his urges. But as delightful as her idea had been, it proved a huge difficulty to comply. She followed through with her plans, and drove him mad, his hands constantly reaching out for her, only to be held back by the last ounces of will power and forces back to his sides. Time and time again he had to repress the need to touch, to hold, to act as a lover.

His head began thrashing as much as his arms, and even his legs squirmed. He felt like a fish on a hook, though its doubtful a dangling fish felt this wonderful. He’d never been tormented by pleasure before in all his 40 long years. Never been a prisoner of lust.

Randy struggled, and broke out in a sweat he rather doubted was attractive…well would have doubted had be been able to think clearly. On and one she teased his body, and knew when to back off before even he did, and could tell her. He had no idea how long this went on, could have been hours, or days in his mind. It wasn’t until he could hardly breath without forced, heavy efforts that he begged, “Please…..please Mistress…” he didn’t know what all he pleaded for, just that he needed her help. No one else in the world could help him, only the dominant younger woman that had possession of his body and mind. What else would she take?

Every muscle seemed on the verge of pulling free of his bones as he squirmed on the bed from her attentions.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance wondered if Randy knew how badly she wanted him. Did he think that prolonging his orgasm had no effect on her? She was flushed. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples ached to be toyed with and played with, yet she had ignored her own needs and slowly brought her boy to the edge, then retreated. Her torture though was about to end and she was just as thankful as she knew Randy was going to be.

“Yes my beautiful boy,” she whispered and moved to straddle his raging cock. She gazed down on him, took his dick in one of her soft and delicate hands, wrapped her fingers around the swollen member and then positioned it just outside of her slick pussy.

She lowered her sloppy cunt down on to his cock, squeezed the head and then stopped. “You want to come don’t you, but you’ve done so well boy. Do you have it in yourself to please me further? Let us try,” she whispered and then slipped further down on his shaft, held herself and watched his body jerk.

“Do you know how badly I’ve craved you?” she hissed, biting her lip as she lowered the final inches and ground her pussy against his groin. Her eyes fluttered closed and she slowly began to rock her hips up and down, until she was lost in the grinding of their mating.

“Fuck me boy,” she ordered. Her body leaned down to press against his and her nails dragged down his torso, leaving red lines of seduction against his sweaty flesh. She sat up, arched her back and moved one of her hands to her clit, which she rubbed with vigor. The other she moved behind her and grabbed his balls. She rolled them with her fingers as her body bucked and squeeze his thick muscle. “Harder boy,” she gasped and then ordered him to come.

 

[Tseranc]

He could imagine nothing finer then the searing heat of this woman’s pussy enveloping him as she descended on his aching tool. “Yes Mistress,” he whimpered, barely conscious of what he agreed to.

The sex crazed woman scratched at him, and toyed with his balls, sending further delights, and distractions through him. Her foul words as enticing as her hands at making him want her more. Randy lifted his hips off the bed to press into her as she bounced on his cock.

He pressed himself, biting his cheek from the inside in effort to meat her demands to fuck her harder, throwing himself up into the wild woman. He almost pictured a cowboy hat on her head as she arched back, hand behind her as if she rode some bucking bull; though that hand was squeezing and fondling his balls.

Finally, after the taste of blood had begun to slowly seep into his mouth, she ordered his release. No sooner then that, she started to shudder above and around him; her tightening pussy squeezing him, and brought forth his own bliss. “Oh Mistress!” he shouted, and nearly sat upright in the bed, held her hips down on against his as smaller, frantic thrusts hammered into her. He burst like a damn, his sticky flood flowing up and into her with a force that surprised even him. Slowing his actions, but pressing into her vise until his final spurts came to an end, and collapsed back onto the bed in a limp pile of limbs.

“Thank you Mistress,” he muttered, sincere but utterly spent. His head as a haze, and nothing but the vixen still sitting on his spent cock filled his vision or consciousness.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance slid from his cock and laid herself next to him. Her fingers ran over his jaw and then down his neck. She kissed his temple and then nipped at his ear lobe. “You have pleased me greatly, and I suspect you have pleased yourself as well.”

She pressed herself further against him and toyed with his chest hairs. “You may call me Constance for the rest of the night and you will be Randy unless you prefer the formal Randolph.”

She licked his right nipple and then trailed her fingers down to rest on his stomach. “Randy, what did you like most about this night? And least?” Her question was one she suspected he would have trouble answering so she chose not to distract him by wiping at the come streaked across his cock, though the temptation to coax him to readiness again was creeping up on her.

A shiver ran through her, so she quickly grabbed a cover that had been pushed to the side of the bed and covered them both. Then she rested her chin on her hand, which lay on his chest and waited for him to share his feelings.

 

[Tseranc]

“Yes Mistre…..Thank You Constance.” He stared at her, not sure where to begin, or even what he thought. He pondered for a moment, but unable to think while her eyes locked with his he blinked and stared up at the ceiling to recall all that had happened.

He had enjoyed her power, he authority, even though at first he was shocked by it. He relished her attention, and the knowledge she had wanted him bad enough to go through all this. He touched his collar mindlessly, proof she had gone out of her way.

“I enjoyed your passion, your will to see done what you wished. I’ve never been brought to respect someone like that; never seen so strong a woman.” His voice was full of awe. Looking at her again, letting his eyes become once again possessed by hers, “ I hated thinking I’d ruined all the work you had done. It felt like I spoiled Christmas for all the children or something. More then failed, more then disappointed. When you walked out of that…basement…I thought I broke something big and important, even if I didn’t understand what it was. I still don’t think I understand, not completely, but I know I’d like nothing more then to learn this week.”

His hand went to her hair and stroked it softly like any lover might after their passions. She said he was more then ‘boy’ more then a means to an end for the rest the night, so he let himself act like he felt; at least that far. “Constance, ultimately I enjoyed a lot – more then I thought I ever would, or could. I don’t know what that says about me, or what will happen, but I think what I liked best, is knowing you wanted me, even though you hate me, enough to go through with all this. Thank You.” He arched his neck and placed a kiss on her forehead. Maybe he was a means to an end, and they’d go back to clawing at each other’s throat’s on Monday, but they would have whatever happened this week to remember.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She listened, keeping her thoughts to herself as he spoke, knowing it would be her turn when he was finished. His words made her smile. She was glad she’d gone to all the trouble to bring him here too. It had been sometime for her and even longer since she’d wanted one as hungrily as she had wanted Randolph. She kissed his chest and slid up his body, keeping herself pressed against him, with one leg laid over one of his more muscular ones.

“Honestly, I don’t hate you. I don’t like how you run your business, but perhaps that is something that will never change. I know there is more potential in you than that of a playboy, but perhaps you just don’t see it.”

Her fingers trailed across his jaw and then down to his collar. “This pleases me. I have had it for several weeks, held it, imagined it on you, the contrast of the color against your skin. Feared that it would not fit right. Feared that you would refuse all I am and all I am offering. After this week if you find yourself despising all that we do, then our relationship will remain professional...but changed. We will each know a little bit more of what makes the other one tick.”

“While we learn about each other this week, you’ll have an answer and question session at the end of the evening, unless you feel something so strongly that you feel it needs addressed immediately, then you need to let me know. Simply stop what you are doing, kneel and address me as Mistress Constance. I will know you have a question or a desire that needs to be handled, before we continue. Hopefully I do my job right as your Mistress and explain everything to you well enough the first time.”

“Right now, the hour is late and as much as I would love to fuck again, I feel it best if we wash up. Come with me and you may pick whether you shower as boy or as Randy, depending on which name you wish to be called will determine the type of shower we take,” she told him, licking his lips and then slipping her hands to the collar, “either way, we need to remove this.”

 

[Tseranc]

She offered him choice, and he thought on the issue as she stepped behind to remove his collar – somehow he just did not feel right trying to take it of himself. Once off, he instinctively reached up and rubbed the skin that the leather and steel had covered. It felt…odd…to have it off, not that it was a particularly comfortable item, but its absence was felt.

Which led him to his decision. But before answering he, Randy, wanted to get a rule in too. “I’m glad you don’t hate me, or at least see potential. I’ve played, its true – not much use in denying it. I’ve been married and even tried staying faithful to them. Truth is, I get bored. They are all great, wonderful women for a while. But I get bored with them, and they know it, and it falls apart. Hell, my latest divorce isn’t even final and here we are…” He shook his head, “My point is, lets forget the outside world this week? For better or worse, lets see what is here, and deal with news papers and playboys and whatever else once we’re done here.” His hands slid across her bare skin, loving her hips, sides and then trailing back down her arms. Once he answered, he could no longer act the lover, he knew this, and thus had to get it out of his system now.

“Now, how about that shower…Mistress Constance?” his head bowed just a little, and his hands returned to his sides.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance nodded her head as if she were a regal Queen and her servant had suddenly appeared before her baring his soul. Inwardly she was giddy as she heard her title fall from Randy’s lips. Stepping away, she turned to look at him, then said in a strong, but quiet voice. “This way.”

She led him to the Master Bathroom. The switch turned to brighten the room that served as her private bathing chambers. The shower stall stood in one corner; its walls white and gleaming with brass faucets, as well as borders that kept the glass door in place. Along another wall was a large tub, jets were set in the sides and she knew sometime during the week they would love inside the warm sprays of water. Two sinks were nestled in gray marble, brass faucets a contrast to the smooth surface. The commode was blocked by a half wall, but it too seemed to glisten in the light of the well furnished room.

“I have a shower downstairs, in the play rooms. It is not like this one, it is more,” she searched for a word and then shrugged her shoulders, “archaic?” she asked, more to herself than to Randy.

She turned and ran her gaze over his body, enjoying the look of their juices drying on his cock. “Remove my shoes, and then ready the shower. You will wash me. I know you will arouse me, just you looking at me does that, but you are to not press the issue. When I desire to come, whether it be here or somewhere else, I will do so. However, you will never have that choice.”

She took his cock in her hand and stroked it. “Your come belongs to me. No matter how badly you wish to fuck your Mistress, no matter how bad you wish to get off, you will not do so unless I give you permission. This cock. . . it is mine.”

Constance gave his shaft another long stroke and then released him. “I like my showers hot,” she told him and then waited for him to ready their steamy alcove.

 

[Tseranc]

How she spoke so matter of fact about his come, and owning his cock might never cease to baffle him, but her hand, an likely her words had it nearly stiff again by the time she released it. Hold back a sigh when her fingers left his skin, he nodded, and look a knee in front of her. Gently coaxing one foot up onto his horizontal thigh, he began unbuckling the red shoe, then slipped it free of her foot. He repeated the process with her other foot, amazed at just how much help those shoes had been for her height. But even as he stood, now clearly taller, and had to angle his head down to meet her gaze, she made it look as if she had to look down her nose at him. Truly, a commanding presence.

He stepped past her and turned the polished brass knobs until the water was suitable to her instruction; a bit too hot for his liking, but he never did crank up the heat. To him a shower was usually a morning affair, and cool enough to force him to wake up.

Turning back to her, as the steam began to rise from the large stall, “Mistress, your shower is ready.” As he took in her sight, smell, and attitude, he hoped she liked her showers hot in a very different manner then the water.

He followed her in, and after she had a few moments under the water, he picked up the bottle of liquid body soap and pours some into his hands. “May I?” he asked, with her nod she turned her back so he could begin. Slowly he pressed the suds into her skin, lathering her back, sides, and moving further down, her ass and down each leg. He stayed kneeling, and poured more of the liquid into his hand, and she turned, and he began his journey back upward.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance was pleased with Randy and how he had taken to the roll of her submissive. She knew inwardly that he still had questions, but it looked to her that he was willing to learn as the days ahead of them progressed. She thought highly of him, both as a business rival, but now as a respected lover. As his hands moved over her slick body, she closed her eyes and let the hot water coat her skin.

Soon every fiber of her being was on fire again. She moaned softly as his fingers worked the soapy bubbles across her come-soaked legs. She felt every sweep and knew that her body was responding in a way that was natural. Her hips shifted forward as his hands skated across her sex, his fingers sliding soap up and down her pussy and then across her hips and stomach. Her lids fluttered open. Her eyes held his as he moved higher, and cupped her breasts, washing away sweat that had dried from their vigorous fucking.

Her breath caught in her throat as her nipples were throughly treated to a frothy bath. Constance licked her lips, arched a brow and waited for him to finish washing her shoulders, neck, arms and then she turned herself away, allowing the soap to slide off her body.

“My shampoo is behind you,” she told him, trying to bring the temperature of her body back down. She was hot and it wasn’t just the water that kept her flushed. She heard the cap on the Strawberry scented shampoo pop open and she breathed in the sweet scent. “After you’ve washed my hair and rinsed it, then you have permission to deal with the ache that throbs deep inside your Mistress’s cunt.”

 

[Tseranc]

Figures she’d not only look like a damn treat, but she had to smell like dessert too. He lathered the strawberry scented liquid into her long hair as it fell down her back. Ensuring all of it had been properly lathered up in the shampoo took forever, and cupping the water so the it didn’t fall into her face to rinse it out was at least another eternity, probably two. He’d always loved girls with long hair – the longer the better. It was versatile he figured. One day she’d have it in a bun, the next hanging down, and watching hair fall from something all done up off her neck to flow over her shoulder…that was just magical. But now he had a new respect for all women with lengthy hair – it was a bitch to wash!

He stepped back, allowing her to run her fingers through the clean hair, as if she should inspect it. When she seemed pleased enough with the results, he knelt down in the shower stall, looking up at her. His eyes remained locked on hers; constantly focused on those green orbs to gage his success. With streams of water flowing down her skin and over her shoulder, he leaned forward to kiss her thighs. Starting just above the knee and working higher and more to the inside track, then switching legs.

He alternated, slowly running his tongue along her wet flesh. He had been given permission to ‘deal with’ the issue, so he had little fear of finally running his pink muscle across her lips, and then flicking at her clit.

“Does Mistress Constance enjoy this?” he broke of long enough to say, then dove back in, letting his tongue plunge as deep into her as he was able. His neck craned up, and his mouth covered her sex as he lapped and sucked at her pussy. “Mmmmmm..” he moaned, letting the vibrations of his mouth caress her. Dining on a women was always a hobby of his, and hew knew he was good; so he began to wonder as he sat between her legs if she was human – since she remained standing and all. Maybe she truly was made of harder stuff then he’d ever seen before.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance watched as her boy ran his tongue across her clit and then down her slit to dip into her slippery hole. Her breath became more ragged as he continued to take his time bringing her pleasure. One of her hands moved to the door edge and the gripped it tight. Her other took a large handful of his hair and she pushed his face harder against her sex. One leg came up to rest on one of the custom made shelves that had been designed by her instructions, giving him more room to lick and plunge his fingers and tongue into her pussy.

“You’re making your Mistress very happy, boy,” she answered, her voice betraying the edge of lust that was swiftly growing to a heated frenzy. “Don’t stop till I have come three times,” she told him and then shuddered as his mouth blew hot air into her opening. She bit down on her cheek as she bucked and rode his face. His nose pressed into her clit and she ground herself harder against him.

Her first climax was one she knew would come fast. It flowed from her and yet she refused to give him time to recover, forcing him to breath the air around her cunt. It was her come he would bathe in and she knew her scent would be the only cologne he wore all week. “One,” she growled and kept a firm grip on his hair.

 

[Tseranc]

Three?! Holy shit he knew he’d signed up to let her be in charge, but she was rather demanding about it all! Three more after their little fuck in the bedroom!

That daunting task was quickly reduced down to two more, as she came and held his face to her crotch by means of his hair. He slurped at her pussy as honey flowed from it, and prayed the next couple came just as easily.

He pushed, almost rammed, his fingers into her while letting his mouth worked feverishly over the soft pedals and the stiff jewel between them. His free hand reach up and massaged one heavy tit and then another blindly; rolling the nipples between his thumb and finger whenever he found them.

But he pressed on, resolving himself to meet a challenge, no matter how impossible it seemed. As he furiously ate, licked, nibbled and sucked, he was rewarded once again, this time with a greater thrashing about from the woman above him, though through several moans and heavy sighs the only word uttered was ‘Two’.

His jaw hurt like hell, and his arm was getting tired. He actually began wondering if the age-old saying ‘I’m too old for this shit’ just might apply to him. She was younger, and apparently far more work then he’d ever guessed. He’d bagged girls barely 20 that didn’t last this long!

But he ultimately just closed his eyes and forced himself to go on. He switched out hands, and let his thumb creep up to assist at rubbing her clit while his lips and tongue took short breaks. What in the hell had he gotten himself into, and what might the shower have been like had he chosen another response?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Stars danced behind Constance’s clenched lids. She rode his face harder, managing to give him a second sheet of hot juices. “Oh fuck,” she muttered when he switched hands and rewarded her with a new burst of energy. The back of her was being pelted by the shower water, but the front of her was being assaulted by a more powerful force as her boy worked her cunt over just like she’d demanded of him.

“Yes,” she hissed and felt the third waiting on the edge of a great divide. She knew that if he pushed wrong, sucked too hard, bit down at the wrong angle he would loose all the ground he’d made and she would be one pissed off Mistress.

It didn’t happen.

She felt a third finger slap into her pussy and the nails scrape against her walls as he dragged them in and out. “There. Oh yes, boy, right there.”

He hit the spongy point and continued to concentrate on it as his fingers kneaded and pulled one of her nipples. Her lips shudders and her fingers curled tighter around the shower door, and in his hair. Seconds before she came, her eyes grew darker and she pulled his head back just enough so her fluids fell into his eager mouth and coated his chin. "Three." Then she fell to her knees and covered his mouth with hers and drank the come that had not yet slid down his throat.

When they parted she licked his chin clean, his neck and then moved back to recapture his lips. Harder she kissed and her hand gripped his swollen cock. “Stand up and fuck me,” she growled. She turned around and this time placed both her hands on the wall, the water beat down on her face, but she cared not as she spread her legs and waited to feel the man’s cock buried to the hilt in her slick, hot pussy.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy wanted to pat himself on the back at having pulled it off, but he didn’t get the time to indulge in any self-congratulatory acts, as she dropped and took his mouth with hers. He just sat there, shocked and trying to both breath and keep up with her.

But her actions did not stop there; she gripped his rod tight and issued yet more instructions, and damn near forgot to let got as she stood back up and spun around. With his hands on his knees he rose up, not nearly so quickly as she had, but he didn’t think he looked like an old fart doing it.

Looking at the woman in front of him, spread out, the water hitting her back and cascading down her ass; a grand sight he felt rather lucky to behold. Grinning, “Yes Mistress,” his voice far more confident and eager then he had felt only moments before. Stepping up to her, Randy pressed the head of his tool against her clit, and ran it down to her cavern, hesitating for dramatic effect before plunging himself into her.

Rocking his hips he thrust in and out of his Mistress, one hand reaching up to the top of the shower door as she had previously done, the other firmly gripping her side. If either of them fell in the shower, he might die of embarrassment well before she could lash out at him.

Having come so recently, he knew he had some stamina for this round, and the motion felt great, stretching his legs from the previous cramped position at her feet. He felt her pressing back to meet his every thrust, that tight, delicious pussy enveloping him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance growled as her boy slammed his dick into her come-soaked pussy. Her fingers had curled into fists, the nails biting into the tender flesh. She ordered him to fuck her harder and when he answered her demand, her body shuddered again, and her come flowed hot down his shaft. He wasn’t done yet and she was thrilled with the knowledge.

Randy had stamina, and he was a mature man, the oldest lover she’d ever taken. Perhaps that too was why she was thrilled to have gone to the trouble of purchasing him. She was tired of the young men that wanted to play house for a while, have their fantasies fulfilled and then dump her for college playmates.

His fingers dug into her hips, bringing her subconscious back to the task at hand. She wanted him to come again, to feel his seeds mingling with her juices, and so she pushed away all other thoughts and instead allowed her body to work its own magic. Her pussy tightened and held his cock firmly as he dragged it in and out. She felt the head slide across the sides of her cunt, push against the hidden nub that made her shiver with lust.

She felt his balls slapping her ass and she relished in the feeling. One of her hands opened, her fingers relaxing from the forceful fist she’d made and she took his hand from the door of the shower and placed it on her tit. He would know what she wanted and so she gave him no words, as her hand came back to grab his thigh, her nails finding a home in his skin. “More,” she hissed and threw her head back, letting it fall onto his shoulder. Her hair was matted to her skin, but she knew her neck was an inviting place for her boy to play.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy knew how to pulled, and tease the breast she placed his hand on, and how to nibble at a woman’s neck, as she offered, and did both with glee as he continued to pound into her from behind. Feeling a deep internal need to fulfill her simple demand for ‘more’ stirred a passion for the act he had never known. He needed to please her, like a husband needs to please his wife. He didn’t love her, but she inspired the same drive. He could get to really like this.

Plunging himself relentlessly into her as the nibbles along the neck an the kneading of her breasts continued, he felt a familiar urge. The tight walls of her sex pulled at him, enticing him to spill his seed once again. He fought it, holding back, biting his tongue, trying to control his breath; anything to delay.

Between groans, he panted, more then spoke, “Mistress….may I….may I come?” It felt odd to have to ask, knowing his balls were about to burst and unleash their product within moments no mater what she thought – the body could only be controlled so much after all…

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance felt his cock sliding in and out of her, as if he truly wanted to be the man that made her squeal with pleasure. He was close too, close to making her lose control of herself. She bit down on her lip and groaned as his mouth went to work on learning the shape of her neck and his hands renewed the friendship of his palm and her tit. When his movements became more frenzied, she knew he was close to coming. She wanted him too, wanted to feel the hard strength of his hands holding her against him as he coated her with his cream.

“Yes, boy,” she muttered, “come deep inside your Mistress.”

She felt the jerk of his cock and then was rewarded with his hot milk. Her come showered them both once his milk had slammed into her sweltering pussy. “Ohh fuck, yes!” she cried as she continued to cascade around him, using his rod to propel herself over the edge of another great abyss.

Her breath came in ragged gasps and when he slid from her pussy, she turned and wrapped her arms around him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and she toyed hungrily with a different sort of wet muscle. After her kiss, she looked up at him, her gaze held his as best it could with the water spraying its nectar over them.

“You have pleased me again,” she told him, licking his lips and then grinning. “It seems however we are both dirty again.” She winked and grabbed the bottle of body soap. “Let us wash and this time, we will not fuck. I need you well rested, for tomorrow the true fun begins.”

She squeezed a generous amount of gel onto her palm and proceeded to wash away her come and his from his dick; when she was finished, she handed him the gel and stepped back enough for him to wash her. “Randy,” she said, dropping his title and therefore making him her equal. She watched him begin to wash the evidence of their lust away. “Have you ever tasted your own come?” she raised her hand, “Don’t answer, just know that to clean your Mistress will not always involve using a cloth and some soap. Finish up washing yourself and then we‘ll both retire to the guest room, where your clothes are. I hate wet sheets.”

 

[Tseranc]

The long build up to the point of release was not without its rewards; his pleasure seemed only magnified by the prolonged event, and the words of her permission to come for her again. The two impassioned bodies writhed together in the small space, milking and pressing for each other’s benefit.

And all the sudden, almost alarmingly she spun to kiss him, if such a fencing match could be described by so mellow a word. But that too was brief, as she took up soap to wash his semi-stiff manhood clean. Her fingers causing it to twitch and jerk at her touch; oversensitive from the recent fuck.

And then he was Randy again, not boy, as he carefully washed all evidence of their deed from her pussy. He chuckled at the question.

“Constance, my dear, while I’ve never been drawn so deeply into a fetish as this, I have been around awhile. I’ve encountered just about every manner of debauchery that I care to, and some I didn’t. Yes, I’ve tasted it.”

His taste done, that he preformed with gentle care, but intentionally worked not to further excite her, he rose from between her legs and looked his Mistress in the eye. “But only mine. I don’t know how far down this rabbit hole goes; you’ve already given me several surprises, I won’t deny that. But just so we’re clear on that, it that’s your wish, I’ll clean up after my own mess, but no other man’s.”

He wondered if she would think him weak, or small minded for his limit; and he even pondered why he was so dead set on it. Still, he knew his limits, few as they were, and he was old enough to be stuck in his ways.

He stepped from the shower, and fetched her towel before his own. Holding it open for her to step into, he admired her body once again. Any man would be lucky to have a night in her custody – and he had a week.