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This is the true story of how a good deed turned into one of the most scariest chapters of my life. Susan was a friend of a friend and via her, sort out my assistance in helping her son achieve his dream of becoming an engineer. Names and places have been changed but the events are all true.

ME.

My name is Shaun, I was 49 at time, had been divorced for nearly two years and had recently split from a woman I met via an internet dating site. It was an amiable parting of the ways, we both knew from the start of the relationship it was never going to be a long term partnership and when it ran it’s course we parted as friends and occasional lovers.

SUSAN.

59 years old, a senior nurse in a care home, twice married. Her first husband was a Doctor from India, with whom she had two daughters. The marriage was turbulent and sometimes violent, thanks to his heavy drinking. Due to his lifestyle he suffered a fatal heart attack leaving Susan a wealthy woman. They had two properties in this country plus a further two and land in his homeland, all of which she inherited. Her second husband was 22 years younger than her and when she was 43 years old, persuaded her to have another child, on the day their son, George was born, he packed his bags and left, the only contact she had with him after that was via the divorce solicitors.

When this story begins, I was working as an apprentice master for a large German motor parts manufacturer, responsible for not only those based at my site but also at the other two factories they had in the UK. Because of this role, my friend asked if it was okay for Susan contacted me in regards to George, who had set his heart on becoming an engineer, but was struggling to understand the maths and physics he was required to pass to get on his chosen course. I agreed and exchanged a few e-mails with both Susan and George. What I loved about George was his enthusiasm, for someone so young, he already had a great understanding of the engineering basics but his academic qualities were way to limited. I came up with the idea of “Face Time Lessons”. Twice a week, we would go online together, where I would give him one to one tutoring. He struggled at first, but once I found his learning trigger, his improvement was remarkable, where his grades were C’s & D’s he was now getting B’s and A’s. At the end of each session, Susan would come online to thank me and have a little chat and I noticed subtle changes in her appearance, a little more make up, changing hair styles, hints of cleavage, hemlines shorter.

There was one fly in the ointment as regards to George getting on his course, not did he only have to pass his exams but he had to demonstrate his manual skills as well, producing a working project. I could not help him with this over the net, I needed to be with him physically. I had a few long weekends off owing to me, so I suggested travelling down on a Thursday night, working with him over the weekend before returning home on the Monday. Luckily the village in which they live has a pub that does B&B, so I booked a room for four nights there, I decided not to drive there instead took a train, so I could relax and take in the scenery. Susan agreed to meet me at the station and take me the rest of the journey.

It was dark and damp when I arrived and the car park was empty, after about ten minutes a car pulled in and I could just make out Susan’s face. When I got in, I could see she was still in her uniform, she had come straight from work.

“Sorry I’m late and thank you for this.” She said.

“It’s okay, I’m looking forward to meeting George and working with him.” I replied

“Don’t laugh or think me old fashioned, but I need to change, I don’t feel comfortable going into a pub in my uniform.”

I assumed we were going to go to her house in order for her to swap clothes, how wrong was I. She reached over to the back seat, retrieved a bag placing it on her lap. She unbuttoned her top, removed it, before tossing it behind her. A woman I met barely 2 minutes ago, was sitting beside me wearing a navy blue lacy bra that struggled to contain her huge tits. I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was staring at them. She just laughed. It didn’t end there, off came her trousers, her panties matched her bra. Slipping a dress on she said,

“Right let’s go.”

I booked in, dropped my stuff in the room before joining Susan in the bar.

“What’s your room like?” She asked.

“It’s okay, there’s a single bed, a small TV and as there are no other guests, I have sole use of the shared bathroom.” I answered.

She took a sip of her drink and leant in towards me whispering,

“You don’t have to stay here, I think I have something you would like better.”

We finished our drinks, had another, before she announced,

“Time for bed, I think.”

I remained seated as she stood and made her way to the door,

“Are you coming or not?” She asked.

I duly followed and a short walk later, she turned into a driveway,

“Welcome Sahabet to my house.”

It was not what I expected, knowing that she was very well off, I thought she would have had something more extravagant, but this was a small cottage, quaint looking, but tiny. The front door opened onto a staircase leading to the next floor, on the left, a door opened into a compact living room off which, was the smallest kitchen I had ever seen. Upstairs was just the same, the bedrooms had been reduced in size to accommodate a bathroom. Where she had in mind for me to sleep was beyond me.

“House tour over, now follow me.” She said.

We walked along a narrow passageway that led to the back door, flicking on a light switch and throwing the door open uttered,

“You’ve seen my house, now see my home.”

To say I was gobsmacked at the sight before me would be an understatement, the huge garden was dominated by a L shaped, single storey building, modern looking and hidden from the outside by the woodland she owned. The inside was just as spectacular, the kitchen, dining and living room was all open plan, 3 large bedrooms, all en-suite and at the end of the passageway, a door had a sign on it saying,

“GEORGE’S DEN.”

Leading he way in, she told me,

“You can stay here, if you want?”

I would be a fool to say no, this den had everything a young man could dream of, two leather sofas, one of which was a pull out bed, TV’s, game consoles, a pool table and even though George had just turned 16, a fully stocked bar. Plus it contained a separate shower and toilet.

“Thanks, I would love to stay, but what about George, won’t he mind me invading his domain?” I asked her.

“He’s staying with his sister tonight and besides it was his idea, you use this room.” She replied.

I returned to the pub, collected my things and when I was paying the landlady for the full 4 days, she gave me a wry smile and a wink.

Susan had changed into a white bath robe whilst I had been out and was waiting for me with a large glass of wine,

“After my last shift, I normally indulge myself in a nice long bath and enjoy a few glasses of wine, come to my room, I can tell you all about his place while I soak away my aches and pains.” She said.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, I could not help noticing that on the bedside cabinet was some interesting reading matter, books all about sex, titles such as,

“SEX POSITIONS FOR THE ELDERLY.” “ENJOYING LATER AGE SEX.” KEEPING A YOUNG LOVER SATISFIED.”

Next to the books, in plain sight, stood a rather long and thick dildo. From the bathroom, she began to relate the story of this house,

“The cottage belonged to my grandparents, my mother was born there and so was I. My mother inherited it and when she passed, it came to me. I lived there with my first husband, he gave me many a beating in there. The only good thing I can say about him, was that he was clever with money. When the woodland and the farm behind us became available, he sold some of his property in India and purchased it. He kept the woods and around 5 acres of land, split the remaining land into smaller plots, selling them off to developers, making a huge profit. He built a bungalow on this site, which he never saw completed, dying before it was finished. George was conceived in it, very romantically, NOT. Me bent over the kitchen sink, doing the dishes while my ex-husband emptied his balls in me. After my divorce, I considered selling up and moving away but a large Indian company made me an offer to purchase the land and property I still owned over there, for a stupid amount of money. So with some of the proceeds, I had the bungalow torn down and built this house.”

I’d hate to say how much it cost or know it’s value in today’s inflate property market.

“Shaun, be a love, come top up my glass, will you please?”

Picking up the bottle and entered the bathroom expecting her to be hidden under a blanket of bubbles, but no, the water was clear with just a tint of green. Her naked body was fully exposed to me. For a woman nearly 60 and with a fuller figure, she looked incredible, curves in all he right places, big cherry topped tits, widish hips and a shaved pussy. I tried to advert my eyes whilst refilling her glass, but her bobbing breasts were too nice not to stare at.

“Never seen a naked woman before then?” She laughed.

I could only mumble something unintelligible as a response especially as her hand had moved to my crotch and she was stroking my hard on, through my trousers.

“Why no join me, the bath is big enough for two.” She purred.

Now the last 6 weeks has been barren as regards to my sex life, apart from a quick hand job from my neighbour, the only relief I’ve had, has been self ministered, so I quickly undressed and climbed in with her. The water had barely covered my ankles when I felt her hand wrap around my cock, slowly stroking it up and down.

“I hope you like blow jobs? Sahabet Giriş Because I’m going to suck you dry.” She told me.

She knelt up, lowered her head, opened her mouth and placed my dick between her lips. She began to flick her tongue over my throbbing head, lapping up the pre-cum that had started to trickle out. Slowly, inch by inch she eased herself lower down on my cock until I was fully engulfed in her mouth, with one hand she reached behind me, placing it upon my buttocks, she used the other to caress my balls. She held my cock in place by gently clamping her teeth around it and they raked against my skin as she began to pull her head back. I gave out a little yelp in shock and discomfort when she reached it’s head, Susan began to gnaw on it’s sensitive crown, sending bolts of electricity through my body, however the pain was soon surpassed by waves of pleasure as she swirled her tongue around it, licking the rim underneath, using the tip of her tongue in invade my slit before sucking hard upon it. Down she went again, this time applying a little pressure to my arse, forcing me to go deeper into her mouth, she gagged a little as I hit the back of her throat.

She adjusted her position slightly and when she was comfortable, she used the hand resting on my bum to encourage me to start fucking her mouth. I began with long slow strokes, pulling my cock virtually all the way out, just leaving the head between her lips, allowing her magic mouth to suck it hard. I could feel he sap begin to rise in my balls, my orgasm was imminent, grabbing her hair, making sure my cock stayed in her mouth, I began to thrust faster, small powerful strokes, making her gag, back and forth I pounded her, grunting. Saliva dribbled from her lips, her tits bounced, finger nails dug into me. I didn’t even worry about asking her whether it was okay, I just emptied my balls down her throat, spurt after spurt of thick, creamy, hot spunk erupted from my cock, hitting her tonsils, filling her mouth, a cocktail of sperm and saliva leaked from her lips. She sucked and sucked, draining every last bit of baby seed I had to offer, my cock pulsed and twitched, slowly deflating. True to her word,

“She sucked me dry.”

With trembling legs, I collapsed into the water, falling upon her, totally spent.

“Wash and go to your room.” She commanded.

For the rest of the weekend nothing happened, we were never alone, I either spent time working with George or she was away at her daughters. Monday came and before I departed, made arrangements to visit the following week to finish the project.

The train had barely left the station before my phone pinged, my nightmare had began.

“I’ve arranged for George to stay down his sisters till Saturday morning, that way we can have some real fun.” She wrote.

The thought of spending a day and two nights having sex appealed to me greatly, so I replied,

“WOW, can’t wait.”

That was a mistake on my part, day and night my phone pinged, a constant barrage of sexual texts, describing every act she wanted to do. My e-mail was worst, picture after explicit picture arrived, some of which shocked me. On Wednesday, she sent a video attachment entitled,

“PREPARING TOMORROWS SUPPER.”

In it Susan was naked on the bed, laying beside her was an array of vegetables, which she proceeded to fuck herself with, firstly a carrot, followed by a courgette, next came a cucumber, long and curved. I watched in amazement as she took the entire length inside her. Finally came an aubergine, with a large bulbous head, no way, I thought to myself as she pushed it against her pussy. I couldn’t believe my eyes, right before me, her cunt spread wide open and with little difficulty she took the whole thing. She drove it in and out, each time it was accompanied by a squelching sound, hot sticky love honey covered its skin, now more white than purple. Her moaning hit a crescendo as she climaxed.

I realised at the end, the way the camera moved around, Susan could not have been alone, so I typed a reply,

“HOT, but who took the video?”

She must have been sitting by the computer, waiting for me, the reply was immediate,

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“No just curious.”

“My friend Linda took it, she’s agreed to take one of us providing you fuck her to.”

That knocked me off my stride, I never saw that coming.

“I’m not sure about that, it’s something I’ve never considered doing.” I answered back.

“Go on, it will be fun, I promise, besides like your ex, Linda likes to be spanked.” She replied.

That shocked me, you see I never reveal any secrets about what goes on behind closed doors.

“How the hell do you know about that?” I demanded.

“I saw a picture of you two together, I did a picture search, found her name and on her dating profile it states she likes to be spanked when naughty.”

I was spooked now, if she was prepared to check up on my past, what else was she capable of. Even Sahabet Güncel Giriş though she sent message after message, I didn’t contact her again that evening, instead raged a battle with myself. My head was saying get out now, whilst my cock was saying, just think of the fun.

My cock won out and in the morning, I messaged her what time I would be arriving.

It was dark when I alighted the train, being a request stop, I was the only passenger to disembark. I could see Susan’s car, but not her. As I walked down the platform, she called out,

“Get in here.”

Susan stood in the open doorway of the ladies toilets, coat opened and naked beneath it,

“I want your cock right now.”

Pulling me in, she threw herself upon me, clamping her mouth to mine, nibbling my lips and sucking my tongue, whilst fumbling with the button and zip of my jeans. In just a few short seconds she had them and my pants down, my erect cock pointing directly at her,

“Someone’s ready.” She purred.

Stepping back and resting against the vanity unit, Susan holds her pussy lips wide open, even in the dim light I could see that she was already wet.

“Hurry up, come and fuck me, don’t you know it’s impolite to keep a woman waiting.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I moved closer to her, placing my hands on her buttocks and using the unit as support, I lifted her up, the head of my cock directly inline with her pussy and with one thrust, I was buried deep in her sopping cunt. If it’s a fucking she wants, a fucking she is going to get. Grabbing a tight hold of her arse, digging my finger nails in, I begin to pound her, hard and fast, pulling my cock almost fully out, before slamming it back in, each thrust bringing forth a grunt from her. As revenge for all the messages and pictures she had sent me over the last week, I had only one thing on my mind and that was to fill her cunt full of spunk. I didn’t give a second thought about her pleasure, tonight was all about me. I fucked her harder than I have ever fucked a woman before, I was unsure if her moans and groans were coming from pleasure or from pain as I continued to piston her pussy. Clamping my mouth to her neck, I bit and sucked upon it, love bite followed love bite, I wanted people to see that this respectable looking older woman, had been well and truly shagged. The forcefulness of my pounding was causing Susan’s tits to bounce wildly, up and down, around and around they danced, her erect nipples pushing against me. The tension in my balls was building fast, I knew that what intentions I had in mind for tonight would soon be brought to fruition. Grasping her tighter and biting on her neck harder, I thrust into her with all my might and without giving her any warning, I emptied my load into her. She let out a scream when the first lot of hot creamy spunk hit against the back of her cunt, whimpering then as I spurted more and more inside her. Once completely drained, I pulled out of her and stood back, she looked a mess. Her once neat hair, matted with sweat clung to her forehead, love bites adorned her neck and breasts, cum, my cum dripped from between her quivering legs,

“Time for drink, take me to the pub.” I told her.

It took a few seconds for her to realise what I had said,

“I can’t, I just can’t.” She pleaded.

“You can and we are.” I told her in a commanding tone.

Giving me a look that said she knew she was beaten, ran her fingers through her hair, attempting but failing to tidy it up, buttoned up her coat, pulling he collar up, trying to hide the badges of sex, we headed to her car. We shared the journey in silence, broken only by me telling her to unbutton the top and bottom two fasteners of her coat, before we go in.

“But you know I’m naked underneath it, people may see.” She protested.

My reply was simple,

“And.”

Reluctantly, she did as I asked and as I thought with these undone, Susan did display quite a lot of bare flesh. Susan quickly found a table in the back of the pub, and tried to hide away from preying eyes.

“Hello again, back for some more then?” The landlady asked, giving me a wink as she poured our drinks.

“Yes, let’s just say, your village has it’s attractions.” I joked back.

Two drinks later we were back at Susan’s house and it was my time to play her at her own game,

“I’m off to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.” I told her before heading off to George’s den.

I have to admit that the exertions of the past few hours had left me knackered and my head had barely touched the pillow before I fell fast asleep.

I was awoken by someone knocking on the door, a quick glance at my phone told me it was 9:45, I had been asleep nearly 9 hours. From behind the closed door Susan called out.

“Can I come in?”

Even at my age, I still woke with a morning wood, so I replied,

“Only if you are prepared to suck my dick.”

The door opened slowly and Susan edged in and to my amazement was not alone,

“I think you’ve already met Linda.” She told me.

Through sleepy eyes I could just make out the woman standing behind her, it was the landlady from the local pub, both women laughed when I hastily pulled the bed sheet over me, trying to hide my erection.

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