My Little Cougar Ch. 06

My heart raced as I watched Oscar's truck pull away from the house. Irene was on the porch waving goodbye. She turned and caught my eye and waved for me to return. It had been two long days away from my lover and I desperately wanted to be in her arms again. I waited until I could not see his truck any longer, then bound over to Irene. She grabbed my hand and we entered her house. We hugged and kissed as though we had been apart for years. I wanted to be inside her right then, but I needed to go to school. She begged me to stay but my schoolwork had suffered greatly since I met Irene and I needed to focus. I told her I would be back by 4 pm and that I would be hers from that point forward. The excitement of seeing Irene had my stomach in a knot and gurgling. I told her I needed to use the restroom before I left.

As I sat there, my insides churned. This was not going to be quick. I opened Irene's secret drawer and took out her copy of 50 Shades of Gray. I had been secretly reading it each morning as I took my morning ablution. I noticed that a few pages were well worn. The corner of one page was folded over as if to bookmark the chapter. I opened to the page and began to read. It was hot and steamy, something that she obviously liked by the sign of wear of the pages. My mind raced, maybe I could do this for her. I grabbed my phone and pulled up Amazon. I searched to find exactly what I was looking for. I chose the items. It said it was eligible for same day shipping and would arrive by 3 pm. I hit buy now. I finished my mission and washed up, then kissed her goodbye and headed for school.

Once again, my mind was not on my schoolwork. Instead, all I could think about was what I had read earlier while on the toilet. I sat there in class running different scenarios through my mind. What would I do? What would I say? As I left school, I finally had my plan in place. I nervously ran back to the house to find the package being dropped off on the porch. I told the driver not to ring the bell. I would carry it in myself. She obliged me and handed me the package. I tore it open to find exactly what I wanted.

I entered the house without knocking. Irene was doing laundry and did not hear me enter. I came up behind her and slid my arms around her torso, then kissed her neck. She moaned and laid her head back against my chest. I whispered to her that I found out she had been very naughty and needed punishment. She replied with a sexy, "Oh really?" I briskly removed her top, then yanked her pants and panties off her. I reached into the package and removed a leather fur lined collar and put it on her neck from behind. Irene gasped and let out an, "Oh my!" I told her to be quiet and she replied with a sharp, "yes master."

Quickly I placed wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs on her, then attached a leash to the collar. I told her to get down on all fours and walk like a dog to the bedroom. As I walked behind her, leash in hand, I watched her tight little ass wiggle. Her little clam was barely visible. My cock was at full attention. Once in the bedroom, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. I climbed on top of her and spread her arms and legs out like a starfish. I removed the rope from the package. I tied her wrists and ankles to the bedpost. I stood up on the bed, leash in hand and looked down at my gorgeous Spanish Goddess bound below me. It was a sight of amazing erotic beauty.

Irene looked up at me like a whipped puppy. Her eyes questioned what was about to happen. I stepped off the bed then got between her legs, on my knees. I placed my thumb on her clit, then asked her if she had had another cock in her pussy in the last few days. She shook her head shyly. I told her that her pussy was mine and mine only and I would have to punish her for her infidelity. I began rubbing circles on her clit. Irene squirmed and moaned softly. She said it felt nice. It told her that this was supposed to be punishment. I quietly removed her vibrator that I had stolen this morning from my pocket and hit the on button. I removed my thumb and place the vibrator on her now hard clit. She jumped and squirmed. I turned up the speed. Her moans became louder. Her body began to fight at her restraints. I got her as close as I dared to orgasm then stopped the stimulation.

Irene cried out in frustration. I asked her who owned her pussy. She breathlessly replied, "only you, my master." I ran my hand across her chest and reached her erect nipples and pinched them. Irene twisted to no avail against her restraints. I asked who owned these perky breasts? She replied, "only you, my master." My hand slid up her body further until my forefinger reached her lips. I lightly rubbed my finger across and asked who owned those lips, again she whispered, "only you, my master." I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. Her tongue responded aggressively. She struggled, wanting to wrap her arms around me but could not. I pulled back, denying her the pleasure of my lips on hers. She moaned in frustration.

I leaned back and lightly pressed my lips to hers. Irene lifted her head to force some sort of back pressure. I pulled back. She gritted her teeth and moaned again. I slid back down her body and lightly brushed her rock-hard nipples. Her body quivered at my touch. I placed her nipples between my forefinger and middle finger on both hands and pressed hard. Her whole body came off the bed as she fought to get loose. I responded by lightly brushing them again. At this point her whole body was shaking. Everywhere I touched was sensitive on her body. The lightest touch would illicit a jump. I continued this torture for an hour before she said she could not take it anymore and begged me to fuck her as hard as I could.

I took my manhood in my hand and placed it on her trembling little clam and rubbed gently. Irene screamed, "FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE!" I gave my lover that for which she begged. Her pussy eagerly accepted my full length and girth. Her wetness gushed from around my cock. I drove my cock deep inside her then pulled back till only the head was in, then drove it back till my balls slapped against her tight ass. Irene screamed, "YES, YES, YES," repeatedly. Then suddenly her whole body contorted below me as she fell into an earth-shattering orgasm. I could tell her body wanted to curl into a ball, but her restraints denied her that pleasure. Being denied the ability to control her body only extended the intensity and duration of her orgasm. Her juices poured from between her legs soaking my cock, balls, and the bed.

Feeling Irene's intense orgasm set me off also. My scrotum was as tight as it had ever been. It squeezed my balls as if it were on a mission to empty them forever. I let out an animalistic growl. Irene screamed that she wanted me to kiss her. I grabbed her face with both hands and drove my tongue deep inside her. She ferociously devoured it. She was like a woman possessed. I unclipped her wrists and she threw her arms around me and tried to crush me to death. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back as if she were trying to remove both of my kidneys. I then realized she was still in a state of some sort of orgasmic high. I contorted my body to the point I could release her ankles. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist and began to crush me also. My lover was holding onto me for dear life, trembling in orgasmic bliss. All the while, my cock remained rock hard and deep inside her despite my orgasm.

I had never seen Irene like this, she was completely overcome with sexual emotions. It took a full 15 minutes before her grip began to release. Although her grip had lessened, she remained attached to me like a koala in a tree, nails dug deeply into my back. I decided to say nothing, I just let her come down slowly. After many kisses, she slowly released me from her death grip. She looked shyly into my eyes and told me that it had been the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to her. She then said she had a secret to admit. She said that she had gotten a book about a man who sexually dominated women. She said that as she read it, she would find herself getting wet and would often masturbate to some of the scenes when she would get lonely. Irene said when I put the collar around her neck, she felt her whole-body slide into the pagers of her book. It had been her greatest fantasy to be tied down and dominated by a man she loved.

A man "she loved." Was all I heard. Holy fuck, Irene said she loved me. My heart stopped then raced uncontrollably. She continued to admit to her fantasies, but I heard none of it. My Spanish Goddess loved me, I was on cloud nine. As she continued to speak, I placed a bear hug on her. I held her tightly for over an hour, at which point Irene said she was hungry and had dinner prepared for us.

Two weeks passed and every day was a day in heaven. I slept with my Goddess in my arms. We made amazing love to each other. She had even put on the collar and restraints and met me at the door one day and told me she had been bad and needed punishment. Things could not be better. Then the phone wrang. It was Dr. Green from a hospital in California and they needed to speak to Oscar's wife. Irene said that she was his wife and asked what was wrong. Dr. Green told her that Oscar was very sick, he had gotten a bad case of e coli, they assumed from something he ate and that he had let it go so long that now he was in the hospital and unconscious. They asked her permission to place him on a ventilator if necessary. She immediately said yes and asked if there was anything she could do. Dr. Green said only time and antibiotics could cure him. He would follow up the next day with an update. He hung up the phone.

Irene turned to me and began to cry. I asked her what was wrong, and she began to relate what the doctor had told her. She seemed confused and asked me how Oscar could have come across e coli and that it would make him that sick. My heart stopped, I stopped breathing and my sphincter shut tighter than a trap door. "I have no idea, wow, that is so strange," I replied meekly. Fuck, I thought. Did I get him sick? Did I cause this by scrubbing his toothbrush in the toilet then rubbing it all over my ass. Shit, what did I do? What happens if he dies? Did I kill him? Am I a murderer? How could I live with that? Fuck, they will give me the death penalty, it will look premeditated. Shit, shit, shit, I was fucking his wife! My mind was going out of control. Calm down Sam, take a deep breath, breathe.......

We spent the evening in each other's arms. Irene could focus on nothing but Oscar and the hope that he would recover. At midnight we finally went to bed. Irene tossed and turned all night. I never slept for a minute. I spent the night staring up at the ceiling terrified of what might happen. All I could think of was the man in the death chamber placing the needle in my arm. At 7 am the phone rang. Oscar was dead.