Chapter 6

A week later, I fucked both Ella and her husband. It turned out Ben had long fantasized about being taken. No matter, I used a lot of lube and took my time with him while his wife held his hand. He’d never experienced a prostate orgasm before and freaked out. Frankly, at the time I didn’t know they existed and also freaked out.

Anyway, Ben came repeatedly until I reached around and stroked him off into his wife’s mouth while I emptied my balls into his shaking ass. He hadn’t expected the hand job, but it was the least I could do for him.

I didn’t want him to fuck me, and he never tried. That’s something I have always refused. Even then, I knew I was a domineering bull. While I had no problems taking him. Even making sure it was safe and pleasurable for him; I was in control the entire time.

And Ben was very thankful. He tipped me an extra hundred dollars with a warm smile. After a full night of fucking them both, I waited another week before calling the number in the envelope.

The man on the other end of the call sounded relieved and agreed that I could visit them at their home. At the time, I had no idea that was a rare occurrence in the business. As such, I found myself before a sprawling house out in the rolling countryside, owned by ‘Claude’ and his wife, ‘Dina’. Apparently, Claude worked as a contractor and made good money.

Once I walked in and met them, they impressed me. He was lanky, in his late-50s and the picture of health. His brown-haired wife was the absolute picture of a middle-aged, stay-at-home mom. Petite and full figured, she had a serene smile and was sweet. It felt surreal as she brought us coffee and snack foods while we talked.

If you’d seen us together, you’d think we were having a pleasant conversation in his study, surrounded by family pictures. They had three older children away in college in the States. But while we ate snacks and sipped coffee, Claude explained doctors had just diagnosed him with a congenital heart condition. With a solemn nod, I said I was sorry. He thanked me and continued.

“Dina likes sex.” He chuckled, then he shook his head. “I mean, we both do, but I can’t...”

His wife, the sweet little mom, even wearing an apron, continued. “Sweetie, I like to be fucked hard. I mean, really rough. Claude used to be able to toss me in the air and fuck me standing.” She must have seen my eyes go wide, because she laughed before adding, “Ella and Ben. Well, they said, you, uh, could do that.”

As if I were a physicist, I gave her a once over, calculating. Given her diminutive stature compared to Ella, I nodded. “I can.”

With a smile, she looked at Claude, who shot me a pleased grin.

“Wonderful!” he said in a thrilled voice, while his wife stood to clear away the plates and cups.

“When do you want me to do this?”

“Well, we were kind of hoping, um, now. If you could?” His hopeful eyes locked on to mine.

I shrugged and nodded. “Okay. Where?”

“Here. It will always be here. Uh, I mean if you are okay with it and...”

“And if I satisfy your wife with today’s performance?”

After nodding, he flashed a smile towards where she had disappeared. Since I had already learned a lot, his eyes widened while I shot rapid-fire questions at him.

“How rough are we talking? Just flying around and slamming into the bed? Furniture? Does she like to get hit? Slapped? Tied down? Name-calling?”

“Uh, well. Um ... So, we’ve always ... I mean uh...” Exasperated, he gave up and called out. “Hon, could you come back in here for a minute! Tommy has some questions!”

His mousy wife returned and sat with her hands nestled in her lap with legs crossed. Dina’s deep green eyes glanced from Claude, who nodded, to me.

“Yes, Tommy?” Her tone was as if one of her kids needed help with math homework.

“When you say rough...”

And I repeated my questions. I found it interesting that her eyes did not widen. In fact, she looked at her husband several times before licking her lips and answering while gazing into my eyes.

“We have always kept sex to the bed. Claude has only ever accidentally struck me.”

After glancing once more at her husband, she grinned. He chuckled.

“Oh yeh. Zurich, wasn’t it? Sorry.” A sheepish grin on his face, he glanced at me then added. “I slapped her against the wall above the bed. She yelped.”

To his shock, Dina looked away from him, and her grin faded as she licked her lips and her eyes found mine. “I liked it. So yes, please, Tommy. If it’s not too much for you, you may strike me and slam me around a bit.” All the while, she gazed at me while her husband’s breathing became shallower. “As far as tying and name-calling? I don’t know. We’ve never tried either, how about not this time until...”

“Until you feel comfortable with me?”

“Precisely. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all. This is for you.” Then I looked over at her husband. “And Claude.”

“Any other questions, Tommy?” Once again she spoke as if following up with a student.

“Yes, actually. Claude, how large are you? And for you, Dina, do you have a safe word?”

Claude opened and closed his mouth several times, his brow knitted as if struggling to determine why I would need to know, before shrugging and answering.

“Thank you, sir. I uh, well...” After returning to Dina, who still waited to respond, I grinned while inspecting her petite frame. “I, uh, am significantly larger than that.”

The diminutive, stay-at-home mom’s eyes flashed, and she chewed her lower lip while glancing at my crotch. Her eyebrow arched upwards. At last, remembering my query of her, she spoke with a cracked voice. “Safe word? I, uh, no.”

At that, I squared my shoulders and felt all smart, while looking from her to her husband. “Will you be present, Claude? Watching? As I assume, you can’t take part. And will there be photography or videos of our ... Of our session?”

He looked at his wife, who shook her head, before returning his gaze to me. “No photography. Not yet. Maybe later, if you agree. And no, Dina would prefer to be alone with you. At least for now, right dear?”

“Yes. I want us to get to know each other better, Tommy. Is that okay? Are the husbands usually present? I just don’t want Claude getting too worked up. You know, depending on, uh ... On what happens.”

“No problem for me. Like I said, I am here for you.”

They both nodded and looked at each other. After clearing his throat, Claude spoke in a soft tone. “Well, that brings us to your pay.”

“Five hundred.”

“For today but, well, if things work out...,” Claude started.

But his wife finished. “If things work out, I’d like you to stay the night. With me.”

“A thousand then. For the entire night.”

They both nodded.

“Panther.” They both looked at me after I had uttered the single word. “Your safe word, ma’am. It’s ‘Panther.’”

While her eyes twinkled, the pretty little house mom smiled at me and her husband laughed.

After Dina led me upstairs and into their bedroom, the petite brunette said nothing while peeling off her clothes and folding them in a neat pile on a chair. Once done, she stood before me while tying her long hair in a ponytail. Her tits were rounded, had a gentle ski slope to them, and were still firm. Their wide pinkish areolas were centered on large, squashed nipples. Neatly trimmed, thick, downy pubes led to her glistening slit. All in all, she had a nice little body. Still, I got this weird vibe while stripping. Like I was about to fuck my mom.

As a result, when I finished undressing, I was nowhere near as hard as I should have been, with a lovely naked woman before me. Lower lip quivering, she glanced up at me before settling to her knees and grasping my semi-hard rod. With a tilt of her head, she inspected it, leaning in and running her fingers along the ridges before poking it with the tip of her tongue.

“You have a beautiful dick, Tommy,” she said while gazing up at me.

“Thank you, ma’am.” My shaft pulsed under her caressing fingers.

At first, Dina smiled at me, but with a gleam in her eyes, she leaned in and wrapped her warm velvety lips around my tip. Her soft tongue poked at my slit. Then she pulled off while still caressing me with both her twisting hands.

“Ella was right, it’s pretty big.” After tearing her eyes from my pole, she gazed up at me.

My heart hammered as I nodded, but I could not get hard. Until a light bulb went off in my head. Well, two actually. One, this was somebody else’s mother, not mine. And two, this beautiful creature wanted it rough.

“Put your hands down and look at me.”

After swallowing at the edge in my voice, Dina complied. Her gleaming green eyes gazed at me, and she didn’t notice me grasp my shaft and pull my cock to one side. With no warning, and with all my strength, I whipped it towards her face. When my shaft slammed into her cheek with a meaty thump, it flung a single translucent strand of pre-cum into her hair while driving her head sideways.

To be honest, it terrified me. A gasp flew from my lips; I hadn’t meant to strike her so hard, but it had just happened. So, when she turned to look at me, I did not know what to expect.

However, what I saw! The look Dina gave me is seared into my memory. You know how you read in books, “her eyes burned with passion?” Well, so help me God. Dina’s gorgeous green eyes were ablaze. While her lips were frozen open in surprise, the soft little tongue now flicked along her parted lips.

Without a word, I smacked Dina’s other cheek, smearing my fluid under her blinking eye. While keeping her eyes locked on my face, rapid shallow breath flew from her open lips. Soon I cock-whipped her while one of her hands tugged and twisted her nipples and the other pulsed deep between her legs.

That was my next lesson, by the way. Those squashed nipples of hers shot out nice and thick. I mean so thick and long my first thought was her kids were most definitely breastfed. Earlier, she was just as nervous as I was. But now, sharp and throbbing, she tugged on those thick stems while I slammed my swelling mast against each side of her upturned face.

Soon, I added swirling my shaft over Dina’s whimpering, twisting face, while she licked and kissed the underside. Or I would nudge my now hardened oozing tip along her skin, smearing my shiny juice all over her face. As whimpers turned to hungry groans, she shuddered and then shook as her pumping hand forced cries from her upturned seeking mouth. At last, her eyes closed while I clutched her rib cage. As I lifted her, she swayed.

As soon as she could, Dina, suspended in midair, wrapped her legs around my waist and her trembling little fingers gripped my shaft. Once she wrapped her other arm over my shoulder, she stared at me while I lowered her until her burning warmth was just above my tip. As her jaw quavered, her hand shook on my rod. While staring into her ever-widening eyes, I let her slip down a little further, both of us sighing when my throbbing helmet shoved her warm, wet outer folds aside.

But I halted.

After releasing my shaft Dina enveloped my neck with her other arm. As I looked into her gorgeous lust-filled green eyes, I trembled. Then I froze. Dina was a small woman, and I was an above average man.

In the tiniest voice, Dina spoke words I remember to this day. “I’ve had three children, Tommy. It’s okay.”

It took a few seconds to compute, but I let Dina drop. Oh my God! The scream that little woman let out while sinking down my pole was of such intense pleasure I can still hear it today. Later, she told me she felt nothing like that first fuck with me in her life. Claude’s smaller penis could never get to every part of her pussy like mine did. Shaking, she sank; my cock stretching her ever wider and deeper while she descended. Her head fell forward onto me, where she gnawed and chewed along my chest all the way down. When at last she settled on my root, a whimper slid from her lips.

After catching my breath and making sure Dina was okay, I lifted her again. In a flash, Dina’s legs and arms crushed me, and she shuddered before chewing and biting my neck and shoulders. I played with the little brunette like this for a while; me lifting her and letting her sink until I remembered she wanted things rough. However, her neck tightened and eyes widened in surprise when, instead of going towards the bed, I lurched forward and slapped her into the wall, driving her along my thrusting cock as if she were a toy.