Last Thursday morning my dog went missing.  It’s a male Rhodesian ridgeback called Simba and it looks like a small pony.  Hard to loose you might think, but once in a while he decides to play at hunting and off to the fields he goes.  I did all the usual things; looked around the village, walked up and down calling his name in a high pitched voice to entice him to come running, feeling like a fool.  You know the routine.  After a while, an old guy who lives at the top of our quiet cul-de-sac told me that he had seen the dog in the back garden of his new neighbour.  He didn’t know her name but he thought she was in.  I thanked him and went to knock on the door.

 

The door was opened by a lovely looking woman that I hadn’t seen around the village.  She was around thirty, that’s 18 years younger than me, tall and well built without being fat, with long shaggy red hair and bright green eyes that smiled even before her mouth did.  I explained why I was there and she laughed and stood back to let me in.  She asked me to sit down in the lounge and as I did so, she walked past me towards the kitchen, asking if I wanted a drink.  I took the opportunity to study her. 

 

I declined the drink but saw that she wore a deep blue silk or satin housecoat which buttoned down the front but was open from just below her hips, revealing long legs clad unmistakeably in white stockings.  I should say at this point that I have a fondness for red heads and I’m crazy over stockings, white in particular.  I could feel my cock stirring and I sat forward to cover any tell tale bulge as she came back into the room and sat opposite me.

 

She introduced herself as Mary and said that she knew the dog was mine as she had seen me walking him a few times.  Then she looked me straight in the eye and said that she loved the way I was able to control such a large and powerful animal and she could tell I had the strength in my shoulders and arms to control something wild.  Now call me hopeful, but if that wasn’t a come on I have never heard one.  She said that she had called the dog in to her garden, knowing I would come by looking for it.  As she said this her legs crossed and her housecoat fell open to reveal her stocking tops and I knew I wasn’t just hoping.

 

I stood and said that I had plenty of practice at controlling wild animals and would she like a demonstration.  She looked up at me and her eyes flashed wickedly as she said that she doubted whether I could control her.  I stepped forward and immediately grabbed a fistful of her long hair, pulling her to me.  She gasped and I knew it hurt her.  I told her that she shouldn’t start games she wasn’t prepared to see through and she laughed, answering that she would do anything for a man strong enough to tame her, but I had better be strong because not many men have been able to.   Fair enough.

 

I pulled her hair again and she made a tiny sound of pain.  I ordered her to unfasten my trousers.  She refused and tried to pull away but I had her hair wrapped around my fist and I dragged her back.

 

“Do it bitch!”

 

She quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers and I told her to pull them down, my shorts too.  I reinforced the order with another hard tug on her lovely soft hair.  I could feel her finger nails scratching my thighs as she obeyed me and my cock sprang up, almost hitting her in the face.  Now I’m not bragging but my manhood measures 9” on a good day and it’s very thick.  Add to this that she had a good viewing angle and it was no wonder that she gasped again.

 

“Open wide you little slut, I’m going to fuck your mouth”.

 

I pulled her head back as I said this and saw that there were tears in her eyes.  I was almost tempted to stop but then she licked her lips and her mouth opened.  I pulled her close as I pushed forward and my cock hit the back of her throat.  I thrust into her a few times and she gagged.  I pulled back a little then and she began to lick and suck me.  I closed my eyes and wallowed in the experience and I have to say that she was very good.  After a while I pulled free of her expertise and she looked up with a question in her eyes.  I released her hair and stepped away to sit on the sofa.  I told her that I was going to relax while she sucked me and I ordered her to stand up and take off her coat.

 

As it fell from her shoulders, I took in her magnificent body, all curves and a little excess flesh without being in any way fat.  She was wearing the full kit of sexy undies.  Matching white bra and panties with suspender belt and stockings in the same colour.  It was clear that she had manufactured this encounter and I wasn’t going to disappoint.  I had to focus to avoid knocking her down, jumping her and cumming all too soon.  She stepped to me and knelt at my feet but I told her to stand again.  I told her that she would do nothing without my permission or I would punish her and I told her to turn and face away from me.

 

She did as I said and I told her to slowly take off her panties, bending forward to show off her ass.  She began easing the tiny silk strip across her ample cheeks and as he did so she wriggled a little for added effect.  I waited for her to reach the lowest point and after she had stepped from her panties and told her to remain bent over and to grasp her ankles.  For a 30 ’ish woman with a full figure she managed it without effort.  I stood behind her and without warning slapped her taut ass hard, one on each cheek.  She cried out in pain and surprise but she didn’t move.

 

“That was for wriggling.  I told you, nothing without my instruction.  Now, move your feet wider apart.  Do it you little whore!”

 

With her feet spread I could see her pussy.  It was already open and so wet it looked as though it might drip.  I caressed her tight ass softly and ran my hand under her, gently tracing my finger tips over her anus and hearing her moan, before quickly and roughly pushing my hand into the soft wet folds of her sex.  She moaned again, louder now and I rubbed her, hard and fast, feeling her oils covering my hand.  I took my hand away and noticed that it was indeed covered in cream.  I grabbed her hair again with my other hand and pulled up her head, rubbing my palm and fingers over her face and telling her to lick it clean.

 

She lapped at me like a dog and I wanted to take her then, hard and fast, but it would have been a waste.  Leaving her bent over I walked away without speaking.  I fixed myself a glass of Scotch from the drinks tray in the corner of the lounge and casually walked past her to look out of the rear window, just checking on my dog.  I knew she could see me but I also knew that she wouldn’t move or question me.  Finally, I sat on the sofa once more and looked at her.  Her ass had reddened from my two sharp blows and her pussy was red and sopping wet.  I ached to fuck her.

 

“Come here slut.  Suck my cock”.

 

She straightened up then and turned to face me.  She shook her head and her wonderful red hair sprayed out around her shoulders.  Her eyes flashed.

 

“No!  I’m tired of the game.  You can go now”.

 

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me defiantly.  I was up in an instant and crossed the space between us before she had time to react.  I slapped her face hard, just once and took hold of that hair again, dragging her forward and down, making her fall to her knees.

 

“Game?  Do you think this is a game you dirty little tramp?  Very well, it’s a game.  But it’s my game and my rules.  You do what I say, when I say, or you get punished.  I slapped her other cheek and sat back, my legs apart.  “Now show me what a good little cock sucker you are or suffer for it”.

 

The cheeks of her pretty face were glowing with my hand prints and there were tears in her eyes but a tiny smile played around her mouth as she shuffled closer and bent to her duty.  She licked the exposed and swollen head and ran her tongue down my length, nuzzling at my balls before moving back up to take me into her mouth.  I sat still and closed my eyes once more, revelling in the feeling she was generating with her artful technique.  I allowed her to continue for a good ten minutes, by exercising self control and demonstrating to her that her only purpose was to serve.  Finally, I pushed her back.  I held my cock and used to hit her across the face two or three times.

 

“You seem to be getting the hang of it.  Now, kneel up here on the sofa, with your knees wide.  I’m going to see what your hot little cunt feels like”.

 

Bless her, she couldn’t have moved faster.  Before I could stand she was kneeling next to me, waiting.  I stood behind her and casually thrust four finger straight into her open pussy, making her cry out.  I pushed harder and bent in my thumb, shoving my whole hand inside.

 

“Did you think I meant to fuck you, my filthy little whore?  Well possibly, but not yet”.

 

I fisted her then, deep and hard and fast, really ramming my hand deep, until my wrist was being caressed my her lips.  She began to climax, her body shuddering and her muscles contracting but she made no sound.  I continue to pound her soft yielding flesh, loving the burning heat and the incredible wetness of her.  After a while I pulled out my hand to find it covered in her cream.  I eagerly licked at it and sucked my fingers, my head spinning with the exquisite taste.  I knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks wide, pushing my face into her and licking at her inner flesh.  She cried out as I sucked on her folds and drank the never ending juice with loud slurping.  I stood after a while and sat next to her to pull her face to look at me.  My own face was covered in her and I kissed her then, a long forceful kiss that had nothing to do with gentle affection as our mouths and tongues almost fought for supremacy.

 

Pulling away, I stood behind her and rammed my aching cock as deep into her as I could with one fast movement that made a slapping sound as we came together.  I heard the breath leave her mouth in a rush and I grabbed her hips and began banging her, savagely pounding her body with my own, driving my hard cock deep and loving the screams of her second orgasm as her body went into spasm around my cock.  On an on I went, loosing myself in her and digging my fingers into her soft flesh as I took what I want, what I needed.

 

Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I withdrew from her and she moaned at the loss, but I hurriedly positioned myself against her anus and pushed in.  She screamed again then, at the pain of my unexpected and brutal penetration, but I didn’t care.  I loved the sound.  I pushed hard, driving my throbbing cock all the way into her ass.  I was raping her and loving it.

 

Her moans of pleasure were mingled with her screams of pain and I don’t think even she knew where one ended and the other began.  I pulled her back to meet each massive thrust and her ass felt incredibly tight and searingly hot.  It was time.  With a roar I came, my cock swelling still further and exploding, pumping my cum deep inside her, filling her.

 

My head was spinning, my blood pumping and my body felt as though I was on fire.  I couldn’t stop cumming and I thought I was going to pass out.  It had never felt that good.  It actually hurt but I couldn’t stop.  Finally, as I subsided a little, I realised that she was screaming.  A long high keening that was accompanied by a shaking of her whole body.  Her fingers looked as though they would rip the sofa and her legs were thrashing. I was actually holding her up without knowing it, my fingers sunk deep into her soft skin.  I pulled my cock from her and looked down to see my cum spurt from her still open ass to run down her thigh.  I wiped it up with my fingers and pushed them into her mouth.  She sucked on them like an animal and I knelt next to her, pulling her face to me.  She took my cock without another sound and she sucked at me so hard it was my turn to cry out.

 

I stood then and told her to get up.  She moved slower now but not to play the game, that was behind us.  I took her arm and pulled her with me as I walked through to the kitchen.  Once there I threw her down on the cold hard tiled floor and stood over her.  Without a word I too hols of my cock and began pissing.  The strong stream sprayed over her thighs and I aimed it at her gaping pussy.  She moaned and lay back on the floor, using both hands to pull her lips open so wide I thought it must hurt and I pissed directly into her as she moaned in lustful ecstasy.

 

I moved up her body, over her slightly protruding belly and her shallow high waist and between her lovely full breasts to pool at her throat for a moment.  Then, as she smiled and opened wide, I took it over her chin and pissed into her mouth.  Just before her eyes closed, I saw a look of pure animal, something primal and almost scary deep within her.  As she swallowed I moved to piss over her wonderful red hair, soaking it before coming back to her mouth again.  My flow was dying and she sat up to take hold of my cock, actually taking it into her mouth and sucking to drain the last drops from my now painful cock.

 

When I had finished I needed to sit at the kitchen table to regain my strength and she calmly stood and went to switch on the kettle, asking if I wanted a drink now.

 

We sat quietly at the table, drinking coffee, still naked, still red and swollen and soaked with sweat cum and piss.  After a long period of silence she spoke.

 

“That was wonderful.  We can do it again tomorrow if you like, but next time will you tie me up and hurt me a little.  I like to whipped and spanked really hard”.

 

I nodded wordlessly.  I had thought I was in control, but I could see now that this was a woman who always got what she wanted.  After a while we showered together and dressed, she put on a jogging suit rather than an outfit for sex.  She led me to the door and we kissed.

 

“Oh, my name’s Linda, by the way.  What’s yours?”