Mrs. Jones was a 40-something Widow who filled in as a part-time nurse when she wasn't puttering around in her patio or out running errands. She grinned and replied, "Well Carrie, I was trimming my peach tree and dropped the saw over into your yard, so I hopped over to go get it, and noticed some odd plants with these extremely unmistakable shoots." She grasped the leaf up to my face and I attempted to think of some reason, yet nothing came out, so she proceeded with, "Now I know you youngsters have an exceptionally live and let live perspective on pot, shit, I've smoked a joint or two in my day. But I'm afraid the police would react as I have, and if somehow, someone managed to call them you would certainly go to jail for quite a long while, and we wouldn't want that, would we?

 

I shook my head and begged, "It would be great if you Mrs. Jones, Cheryl, kindly wouldn't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything you ask, but please, I beg of you, don't call the police!"

 

She grinned and replied, "I don't need your cash Carrie, yet I like this subservience, this arguing side of you and I think we can find something that suits both our needs."

 

With that she ran her hand up from my hip, along my slender waist to cup my tit, making it plentifully clear what she was implying. I nearly tore her hand away and slapped her, however I understood that there was no other way, so I took a deep, shivering breath and simply let her grab at me. Her other hand began following my tummy along the highest point of my tight workout pants as she said, "Great, now, is your aunt sleeping and is she liable to wake up?"

 

"She is sound asleep, and I gave her a pill, she'll sleep through a tornado!"

 

She had discovered my areola stiffening through my top and squeezed it hard. She gestured and said, "That's great! I think we'll begin with something a little basic."

 

She dragged me by my areola to the family room where she tossed a cushion on the floor, sat down and told me, "Remove your clothes and bend down."

 

I felt numb, used and about to be abused. I was terrified, and anxious, however I was also strangely getting turned on as I began stripping out of my clothes. Before long I was bare ass naked and stooping down to her, unfastening her belt and sliding her jeans and panties off. Her cunt was smoothly shaven, with thick, pink folds. She was much prettier than I had given her credit. Before I could contemplate my next move, she snatched the hair on the sides of my head like handlebars and pushed me down her damp cunt. She began fucking my face faster and faster, grinding herself so I could go more deeply, and soon my tongue was taking her all in. Amazed and a bit ashamed for getting truly hot and turned on being ordered around like this, I began rubbing my wet slit as I suckled and licked her womanhood.

 

I could feel her clit swelling and her breathing getting heavier, I knew she was drawing nearer to her orgasm so I was preparing myself for her to squirt her load of pussy juice when she astonished me by pulling me off of her. She raised and spread her legs, and pulled me by my ears directly into her buttocks. As I shook my head, she snarled out, "Eat my butt-hole out my little slave, take your place!"