A New Lease Of Life

'You dirty little whore,' I said, 'you're pussy is spewing out your love juices.' She covered her face with her hands. 'No hiding place madam, take your hands away, look at me,' and she did as I asked. 'Seems like your pussy is desperate to be used, am I right?' I asked. She nodded in agreement. 'Spread your legs then, let me see the dirty little pussy.' Slowly she spread her legs, wide, and then wider still, showing me her marvellous shaven cunt. It was as beautiful as I remembered. 'Looks like it needs to be touched,' I commented, and she nodded emphatically. 'Okay, touch it then, show me how you masturbate,' I ordered. She looked confused, and protested.

'I can't do that in front of you, it's too embarrassing,' she declared, legs still wide.

'Yes you can because I'm asking you to do it. You have no secrets from me from now on, and if you don't touch it, I'm not going to touch it either.' I sat there patiently waiting for her. Once again she buried her face in her hands in embarrassment, and I just waited. After a moment or two, she hoisted her skirt higher, and lay back on the sofa, lifting her feet off the floor and onto the sofa's edge. Now she was spread, on display, and closing her eyes, she began to touch herself, skirting the edge of her pussy with those lovely, elegant hands. She pulled the lips apart for me, disgorging another flood of juices and then began to circle her prominent clitoris. She gasped with pleasure, her bottom lifting a little to meet the pressure of her fingers and I knew her embarrassment was over - she was past that barrier now. I stood up, then knelt in front of her to get a closer view, rubbing and caressing her inner thighs, adding another little layer of excitement. She was close to the edge, so I inserted two fingers into her wetness, and that did it. She came like there was no tomorrow, as I rubbed and massaged her g-spot. I stepped back and let her calm down until she opened her eyes; there were tears at the edges.

'Oh god that was fantastic,' she gasped out. I promised her much more of the same, and she smiled at me. 'Yes please,' was all she said. After a moment or two I suggested maybe she would like to go over to the dining room table and arrange herself for my pleasure. She got up immediately, and going over to the table lay face down on it, once again hitching her skirt waist high, exposing her delicious arse and pussy. She wriggled it at me, letting me know she was ready. I walked over, and caressed the silky globes of her bottom and she sighed with pleasure.

'So, you want me to smack this gorgeous arse do you madam?' I said. She nodded and spread her legs even wider, blatantly presenting her pussy to me. 'Ask me nicely,' I urged, and she asked me very nicely, but that wasn't good enough for me. 'No, no, you can do better than that I mocked. Really ask nicely, tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you.'

She made a sobbing noise. 'Please, please, smack my bare arse until it hurts really badly. I'm a hot arsed slut, a tart. Do what you want, use me, really use me, I need to be used and fucked. Please do it, please.' Given that appeal, how could I resist, so I rained down a barrage of blows on her exposed arse, turning the milky white skin bright red within seconds. She moaned and whimpered, screaming occasionally as the wooden spoon made really good contact for a particularly vicious, stinging blow.

'Turn over my beautiful slut,' I commanded, and she flipped over on to her back, lifting her feet off the floor and spreading her legs wide, her hands on the back of her thighs supporting and spreading her legs. I smacked the soft skin of her thighs, from her already rosy red bottom up towards her knees, and then switched to the inside of her thighs. She tried to spread her legs wider, and I worked down the inside of her thighs, getting close to her pussy, smacking her groin on both sides. I stopped for a moment to split her cunt lips apart with my fingers and give her some pleasure to counteract the pain I knew she was feeling. Immediately my fingers were coated in her slick juices, and she moaned deeply as her bottom lifted off the table to meet the sublime sensations in her pussy. I worked my fingers in and out for a moment or two, lifting her towards that orgasm she so needed, but withdrew just before she came. She cried out plaintively in frustration. 'No, no my pretty one, you can't have an orgasm just yet,' I taunted. 'You haven't worked hard enough for it.' and I commenced spanking her again. This time I spanked her pussy, but not so hard as her bottom of course, she was too sensitive down there for that. Just a few strokes, enough to make her delicate pussy and labia red and swollen. She cried out in anguish, or maybe it was pleasure, but if it was pain, she soon forgot as I finger fucked her again. She didn't know whether she was coming or going.

'Please let me come, I'm desperate, please, I need to come now. Oh please don't deny me anymore, please, please, let me come.' I said nothing, continuing to smack her thighs, bottom and pussy. She was in a real state now, yelping with the pain, gasping and moaning with the pleasure as I spread her labia, fingering her close to orgasm, then drawing back, frustrating her again and again, listening to her pleading, begging for release. Without any warning, I slid my cock deep into her and fucked her as hard as I could. There was no stopping her this time, and she came within seconds, and then again. She screamed in ecstasy, as her orgasms seemed to merge one after the other, peaking and subsiding, then peaking again. It was the first time I'd seen or felt a multi-orgasm, and it so excited me that my good intentions to keep it going vanished as I spurted my come deep into her velvet hole. Her orgasm was dying as I shot my load into her, giving her a new lease of life, making her come again. As my cock softened and dwindled, I withdrew, but she grabbed me, holding on pulling me down taking me in her arms. Kissing me, my mouth, my face, my eyes, whispering endearments, thank you's. Tears were in her eyes, as she held my face between her hands. 'You're the best lover I've ever had,' she said vehemently, 'nobody had ever made me feel like that, nobody, you're a fucking marvel.' I was rather proud of myself I have to admit.

'Not bad for an old timer, eh?' I asked her. She smiled the most heart stopping, wonderful smile for me.

'Please don't ever say that again,' she pleaded, 'Don't say it, it doesn't matter one little bit to me. I told you that the first night I met you.' I laughed then.

'Let me remind you, my little sex slave. You said, "It doesn't matter, because we aren't embarking on some life changing love affair." So what do you say to that now?'

'Well, our little affair is certainly life changing,' she admitted, 'especially for me, but the difference in our ages still doesn't matter a shit. You've shown me things and made me feel things I've never felt before, and I love it. I'm yours for as long as you want me, just use me and abuse me as much as possible, do we have a deal?'

'Deal!' I said, slipping two, then three fingers into her gaping pussy. Her wonderful arse lifted off the table in response, as my fingers pistoned in and out of her amazing box. She came, screaming within a few minutes as my fingers stretched her wide. At that moment, I wondered how she'd react to being fisted, and then I thought there was no time like the present to try, so I added my last remaining finger to her pussy, and kept on going, letting my fingers stretch the eager pussy wider still. She went from one orgasm, to building towards her next almost seamlessly. Luckily she was so wet, and her lips stretched to accommodate my fingers, and then hand.

'Oh, please, that's sore, you're stretching me too much, not so hard, please,' she begged, so I slowed down, asking if she wanted me to stop. She shook her head, almost sobbing, 'No, don't stop, I'll die if you do, it feels so good, so good, just ignore me. It's sore but it's good too.' So, I carried on, finger fucking her, and pushing my hand into her stretched hole. With the other hand I was rubbing her clitoris with my thumb, giving her pleasure to counteract the pain. I pushed a little harder with each thrust, making some definite progress. My knuckles were battering the gates of her pussy aside, little by little, until with a final thrust, my fist slid inside her, into the hot, wet depths. I wriggled my fingers a little as I slowly thrust in and out. 'Oh god, that's amazing,' she gasped, and despite my whole hand being inside her, she thrust herself against the invading hand to suck as much pleasure from it as she could. Her orgasm wasn't long in coming and she came again and again, screaming, babbling, moaning and groaning with each new wave of pleasure that swept over her. I'm sure if I kept going, she would have too, the girl seemed insatiable, but slowly, I began to withdraw my hand, letting her down gently, until with an audible, 'slurp,' my hand was free. Her wet, pink cunt gleamed and glittered in the light as her juices streamed forth from her gaping lips.

'Oh fuck, my pussy feels wrecked,' she gulped, 'but it feels good too. What did you do to me?' I held up my soaking wet hand.

'I fisted you babe, my whole hand up inside your pussy. Not only did you manage to take it, but you loved it too.' She shook her head.

'Your whole hand? Fuck, I would never have thought it possible - see what you've done to me, you've turned me into a pain junkie,' she said, smiling up at me. I smiled back at her.

'Darling, you were always a pain junkie, you just didn't know it until you met me, or rather, you just didn't follow your true nature until you met me, but now you know. We'll just have to keep pushing until we see where your boundaries are, how much pain you can take,' I declared. She nodded.

'I think it will be fun finding out, fun, but painful too,' she said, more seriously. By now, she'd gotten off the table, and came into my arms. 'Hold me please,' she asked, and I did, for one of our more tender moments. When she left, she jokingly complained that she was having a bit of trouble walking, and sitting down, which was understandable. Her poor little pussy had taken a lot of punishment, what with all the spanking and the fisting too.

'You'll be back for more then?' I queried. She smiled, and turned at the garden gate.

'Oh yes, you bet your life I will be. I need it,' then hesitating as if deciding if she should say it or not, she added. 'I need you.' I followed her to the end of the garden path and took her in my arms again.

'I never thought I'd hear somebody say that again, not at my time of life,' I whispered in her ear, and then kissed her, a tender, loving, full bodied, kiss. Damn the neighbours.