Chapter 5

May

As if it were the ‘normal’ course of events, I drove to the little-used park every Tuesday and Thursday. The first Tuesday after my ‘instruction session,’ she wore her button dress that had buttons from the hem to the neck. Of course, I got her naked on the drive from NYC. I pulled in to the far corner of the parking lot and told her to get out and leave the dress behind.

She hesitated, looked around the lot. Saw nothing. But still she hesitated. I reached in thru the open door and grabbed a nipple. My fingers held it firmly, and I gave her a look. She looked startled. So, I twisted the nip – not the breast itself, just the nipple. The part she’d put into her daughter’s mouth. I pinched her hard and twisted it through a full 270 degree turn.

She bent forward and reflexively grabbed my wrist with both her hands. “Oooowww!” The scream was loud enough that it would have chased away the squirrels from the trees.

My voice was low and very soft. “You have two seconds to let go of my arm.” She didn’t hear me, through her yodel and her shock, but she could see my mouth move.

“Master! Please. That hurts. You’ve got to stop. It’s too much.”

I lowered the pitch of my voice and repeated it again. “You have two seconds to release my hand.” This time she heard, and her hands dropped to her lap. “Get out of the car, now.” My voice was almost a whisper. I pulled on her still twisted nipple. I let the twist release, but clamped again on the now-tortured nip. I looked at its partner, on her left breast. The slightly darker, pencil eraser joggled as she walked. Her boobs sagged slightly – one could thank Robbie for that. I guessed she was a 34C, but that hardly mattered. She was in good shape for an old broad, I smiled. She had a flat belly that must have taken some serious effort after the pregnancy, I guess. She had worn a bikini shortly after Robbie was born, a decade and more ago.

She stood next to me, nervously. I reached out with my right hand and touched the left nipple. Then grasped it with three fingers. Then I twisted it sharply. She looked at me, imploringly, but said nothing.

“You are forgetting what position I told you to adopt, girl.” I pulled the twisted nipple down. “On your knees, sitting tall, your mouth ready to take my cock... slavegirl.” As she dropped to her knees, on the asphalt of the parking lot, I released the nipple. She looked at my crotch. SLAAPPP! Her face snapped to the left, as I slapped her cheek. I sighed. “You must meet my eyes, all the time.” She looked up at me. And opened her mouth with her pink tongue hanging out, like a little puppy. I brushed her hair back and said, “There’s a good girl.” I patted her head.

I opened my jeans and slipped my hardcock out to rest on her tongue. “One deep stroke, as deep as you can. Hold it for a five count, the we’ll do the two-inch fuck again.” As she took the cock into her mouth, I slipped my right foot between her thighs, and cuddled it against her naked puss.

The cock slipped out of her mouth and I clamped a fist halfway along the shaft. I withdrew until the cock head rested on her tongue. The head was larger then the shaft and as I popped it back into her mouth, I said in a low monotone, “Knock ... Knock ... Knock ... Remember how it felt against the back of your cunt.” My cock pumped two inches into her mouth. “ Knock ... Knock ... Knock...” I grasped her hair with my free hand.

Two minutes. Five. I kept repeating the mantra. Then she broke. Her eyes closed and her hand came lose from the clasp she’d maintained at her waist. She grabbed my leg and plastered her front against it. She stopped with the two-inch fuck and pushed hard against my fist and took as much cock as I’d let her have. She sucked hard to try and pull the cum from me, as she shuddered against my leg.

After a full minute she released me, and my cock slid from her mouth. She rested her cheek against my cock – still hard, since I hadn’t cum – and licked slowly on my balls.

I pulled up on her hair ‘til she looked up. “Up,” I said. “Get your ass on the hood of the Porsche.”

“But, sir. I’m naked.”

“Did you think I forgot? Now, brush off your knees. They have pebbles and leaves from kneeling on the asphalt. And GET YOUR NAKED ASS ON THE CAR!”