A fictitious story about a distaff dominant who takes vantage of her young neighbour.
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I sat on my sun lounge watching my young neighbor mow my lawn. It was a hot day. My farsighted blond haircloth was sitting over my shoulders, my sizable big breasts were just covered by my pilus. My bluish-gray eyes were hidden by my sour spook. I worked out, so even though I was just over forty, my long slim legs and hefty ass were still impressive. I weighed in at about 60kg ( 130lbs ). Reasonably thin for a height of 5'8 ”.

My limp dicked husband was longsighted gone. He was hopeless when I'd married him. I'd had two affairs with immature and was tired of sneaking around. I asked for the divorce. He was six class older, and he didn't even want to sleep with. We hadn't had sex in twelvemonth by the time I threw him out. And as I got elderly, my sex drive got hotter and hotter.

The ice in my ice tea was melting, the abridgement was dripping onto my abdomen. My total darkness two-piece and oversized hat made me bet a little intimidating.

I loved sitting on my patio watching Paul Simon button that heavy lawnmower. I'm sure that my lawns didn't need mowing every three week, but when it was hot, he'd slip his shirt off so I could watch the beadwork of sweat drip down his back. Even after knowing him since he was 10, he'd started mowing my lawn at 12, he still called me Mrs. Cain. I'd never offered him to call me anything else. Every judgment of conviction was"Yes, Mrs. Cain"

Today was unseasonably hot, reaching about 40C ( 105F ) as he worked in the sun. Simons 5'10 skeletal system was well muscled, and usually he handled the job with ease, but today with the temperature, his long brown hair was getting overcharge and I could see he was working hard.

Listening to his grunt of travail was turning me on. I had no interest group in letting some little 20 yr old turncock scoke at me, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to own him. I wanted to proceed him as my little sex toy. Through locality gossip, I knew he had no girlfriends to address of, but I did get it on nearly of his lawnmowing client. They were referrals from me. return my high post on city council, I knew that if I told the other Lady to drop him as a lawnmower, they would. I had the leverage I needed to get him on his genu, begging for more.

The lawn was finished. He started to pack away his cock meticulously.

"Simon, now please"I summoned. I used my mellow and demeaning phonation to come out it like a statement. I knew he'd arrive running."Sit. Drink."I handed him a towel and a tall glass of ice tea. He sat on the sunlounge side by side to mine, took the ice tea
"Thank you Mrs. Cain"His big brown eyes remaining perfectly fixed on the ground in forepart of him.
"Would you like a towel to dry off ?"I asked, noticing the hot lather beading on his body.
"Yes Mrs. Cain"
I passed him a towel, watching him wipe the lather off his face and neck, running it down over his chest. I could smell his sweat. He smelt luscious. I leaned forward to pluck a single strand of gage from his beautiful brown hair, and as I did, I saw his centre flick up to my large breasts. My big breasts, straining against the captive black bikini wasn't that far from his face. I ran my foresighted manicured nails through his hair, touching my fingertips to his earlobe.
"You fucking piddling pervert."I pinched his ear.
His face flushed. chagrin spreading. He knew I'd seen him looking. It was undeniable. I could see the panic in his eyes.
"Staring at a woman like me ! I should shut your business down."I shrieked accusingly. I had no intention of doing any such thing, I just wanted him panic struck enough that he'd agree to anything.
"Mrs. Cain, I'm so meritless, I truly apologise. I shouldn't have looked. You're exceptionally beautiful though. I'm so sorry."
"Oh, so it's my fault you couldn't behave professionally and keep your center off me ?"I asked. He stuttered pathetically."That's it. I'm going to call off the other ma'am and tell them."
I stood up, my kitty-cat in his face I turned around so my ass was right next to his face, knack over, picking up my drink. I wanted him turned on but panicking. I strode towards the cover door. I slowly clicked the lock to unlock my back door. I felt his hand on my radiocarpal joint gently.
"Please, Mrs. Cain. Surely I can do something to make this better ”.
His 5'10"muscular material body behind me, it was hard not to tip my handwriting. But I truly just wanted this youth man as a roll in the hay toy.
"Inside."

I walked him to the kitchen, sitting up at the bar. He stood awkwardly next to me.
"I want to see you naked."I said simply.
"I… umm… err…"Simon stuttered.
"sufficiency"I snapped, pretending to be angry."I picked up the earphone. I'll telephone dial Mrs. Cahill first. Wendy will be disgusted."
He unbuttoned his short and dropped them immediately. His shaft was a piffling hard. Not fully, but clearly this was turning him on a little.
"Off. turn a loss the shoes and the gasp all together. What fucking honest are they around your ankles anyway ?"
As he slipped them off, I walked slowly into the other way. I sat down on the recliner, taking off my sunhat and glasses. I was just wearing a disgraceful two-piece now.
He walked in and said
"What now Mrs Cain."
"Rub my feet."He approached to sit on the lounge following to me."No, I said, foul footling fucks like you belong on the floor."
He sat down on the floor, back leaning against the couch.
"No, not like that. On all quaternion. Use your human elbow to shore you up. I want that ass in the air."

He complied. Massaging my sore feet. My toes were just centimetres from his mouth. I let him knead away, his quarter round working over my substructure. His head in front of me, his bare ass up in the air.
"Lick my toes"
I wasn't a metrical foot fetishist, but I wanted to push this boy over the edge.
After he'd sucked and licked my feet and rubbed them I ordered him to suffer up.
He stood in nominal head of me. His penis had grown hard.
"Simon the Canaanite, you are a pervert, aren't you"
"Yes Sophie."He'd never dared address me by my first epithet before this. I was fuming. I stood up and took him by the back of the hair and marched him to my sleeping room. I pushed him onto his human knee on my bed. Securing his wrists at the headboard. I opened a box of sex toys in my loo and pulled out a heartshaped leather paddle.

I climbed up on the bed next to him
THWACK
THWACK THWACK THWACK

I pounded his ass hard. It was red, he was whimpering.
"Whats my name ?"I asked quietly.
"Mrs Cain. Mrs Cain Mrs Cain"he panted desperately.
I loosened the rope at the headboard and hustled him down the bed. I tied his feet to the end of the bed, his wrists still secured together. I slipped out of my black two-piece. I climbed up the bed in front of him. I propped myself up with pillows.
"lick my cunt."I said matter-of-factly.

I had no doubt he'd comply. I looked down. His red human face was humiliated. He was turned on, but freaked out. He was too frighten to answer at all. He gently licked my kitty-cat. I was dripping wet. I took the back of his head and pushed it in hard. I hooked my branch over his shoulders. I wanted him to struggle to breathe. He licked frantically. He used his tongue savorless and wide licking from my pussy all the way up to my clitoris, running niggling circles around my clitoris. He shoved his lingua deep into my hole and worked it, rubbing his olfactory organ against my clit as he did. I came, shaking hard. I got up on my knee joint and looked down at him.
"Simon, have you ever licked a womans pussy before ?"
"Once or twice, Mrs. Cain."
"What about an arsehole ?"
"No, Mrs. Cain. Isn't that, you know, damage ?"
"Yes, pet, it is."I said softly whilst turning around."But you're going to."
I leaned forward, and inched back towards his face.
"But Mrs. Cain…"he hesistated. I pulled my ass cheeks apart, looked over my articulatio humeri and issued a one word command.
"Lick."
He tentatively leaned forward, brushing his tongue over my asshole.
He didn't want to. I knew, but I wanted to bring with my reluctant fiddling sex toy.
He started to lick harder and harder, he pushed the tip of his tongue against my asshole and started to bear on it in.
"That's it, shove your tongue in"
I pushed back against his grimace. I felt him waffle a little, but he reluctantly kept licking and tonguing.
As his tongue was darting in and out of my tight motherfucker, I started to rub my clitoris, ready to come. I started to stir and campaign harder, realizing I was going to come, he pushed his natural language in hard, wiggling it up and down, I was moaning, and this hot twenty year old in my bed was driving me crazy."Oh Pet, that's it"I moaned, feeling my hot gluey juice run down my pegleg. With one deep lick and a small excess force per unit area on my button, I started to get along hard.
Simon, realizing I was coming reached forward with his even wrist and slipped a digit inside my slit. I started to stimulate and come again. Multiple orgasms. I knew I hadn't been damage about this boy. He was definitely right for the picking.

I pulled my ass away from his hungry oral cavity. He was still on his knees, articulatio talocruralis tied to the groundwork of the bed, his ass exposed, his 8"hard on glistening with the first drops of precum. This little pervert had got off on licking my asshole. I wondered how far he'd let me rent it.

I pulled a leather collar out of the box.
"Since you're mine now, pet, you should hold out this."
"Yes Mrs Cain"
I slipped the collar around his pharynx. It was only a slim one, and I did it up just above his Adams Malus pumila. I saw him lift his chin slightly. It was at large enough that he could breathe, tight enough that it was concentrated for him to swallow.
"Can you breathe ok Pet ?"I asked. I just wanted to listen his slightly choked voice.
"Yes Mrs. Cain"he said.

I rummaged through the box of sex toys which had previously contained the pinch and the ropes and paddle. There was an assortment of vibrators, and there was an ass fireplug or two. Blind fold, gags, a strap on. A altogether collection. It looked like mortal had raided a sex shop.

I pulled out a bit gag. He had his eyes fixed on the headboard. He'd given up and was submitting to my will. I slipped the gag over his brain, and pressed it against his lips. He opened his mouth. I pulled it back hard. I wanted it firmly in his sass. I buckled it hard, running my fingers through his brown hair.
"That's it Pet. Champing at the bit for me. I could birth picked a bollock gag, but I want to hear your moans."
He looked around at me, quizzically. Wondering what on earth I could have planned next.
I ran a perfectly manicured finger straight down his ass crack, letting the very tip of my nail just brush against his virgin motherfucker. He immediately flattened himself against the bed, squeezing his ass face together, looking over his shoulder joint, protesting as best he could.
"It's ok Pet, we can definitely do this the knockout way if you want. But I want your ass. Do you want to be unemployed ? Or do you require to please me ?"
He paused his struggle.
"There's my boy. Now. Ass up."
He slowly indulged my demands., pushing his back up in the air using his forearms on the bed.
I untied his wrist joint, and pulled them back so they were behind his second joint, at his human knee. I clasped them together with a pair of turnup.
I squirted some lube on his bastard. I could hear him whimpering.
"Breathe pet."
I looked down into my box of toy. belittled ass male plug ? It would go in easier. But so a good deal less fun than watching him twist. I settled on a slightly bigger hoopla. I squirted some lube on it.
I reached around and started stroking his beautiful 8"cock. I wanted to ride it. But first I wanted him to be too ashamed to brag, and I wanted him to be properly broken. He'd come back and beg me to put down him if I broke him properly. I pressed the ass nag against his asshole. Running the tip up and down his virgin crack, I could palpate him twitching. I slowly came to a stop pressed against is asshole. I applied a fraction of pressure. Just enough to disseminate his ring a little. I felt his cock harden in my hired hand. I knew he'd like it. I turned it slowly in my hand, letting it lube him up, then I pushed. Just a centimeter in. I felt him quiver and his turncock vellication in my hand.
"That's it Pet, take it."
I pushed it further into his ass. His ass was starting to stretch, and as he looked over his shoulder joint at me, I could see the irritation fighting the arousal. I pushed a centimeter further. Another two centimetre we would get to the large diameter. Then it would slip in, as his arse would contract around it. I wanted to take in the discomfort, millimetre by millimetre. I went slowly. Turning it every now and then. I could see he was turned on, and the precum was dripping off the end of his rock candy intemperately cock onto my tabloid. I was pleased.
I reached the across-the-board point, his impertinence flushed. I held it there, knowing it hurt, knowing he liked the hurt. I could learn his little grunts through the bit gag. I pushed it further. It slipped properly into shoes.
"There Pet. How does that feel ?"He moaned in pleasure. I released him from his bail bond. I suspected I had him broken. I took his gag out.
I rolled him gently onto his vertebral column, keeping just the neckband on.

I slipped my forefinger and midway finger of my left hand into the leash, sliding my kitty down onto his cock., holding it with my right handwriting A perfect 8"wonder. I reached behind me, and gave the ass plug a small tap. He shook underneath me.

I started to grind against him. He moaned. He was desperate to number. I ordered him not to until I had. I could see him twitching with desperation.
I rode his beautiful 8 ”. Hard. I came, squeezing my own titmouse. My raspy, ragged intimation were so deep, I could barely keep going. He begged to come
"Please Mrs. Cain. Please let me come ? Please delight ? Let me come."
I climbed off him, and started to lactate his hammer. He blew his hot salty payload in my mouth. I leaned up the bed, kissed him and acclaim his payload into his back talk, then pulled back, covering it with my hand. He swallowed it reluctantly.

I quickly handed him his pants and told him to tog. He hesitated.
"But Mrs. Cain… my ass…"
I interjected.
"I left it there on intent pet. From now on, wear it when you mow my lawns."
He furrowed his brow, realizing quickly that the game was just beginning.
He pulled his pant on, and I walked him to the front door, he turned around to kiss me good bye, and I pressed a finger's breadth to his lips.
"Next sentence Simon the Canaanite Pet. future time. ”