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Collected by Djian
updated marts 20 - 2009
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
M+/f, D/S, humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, spank, rough
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Mrs. Swanson's Submission
By Mattwatt
If you enjoy this, please let me know: wattmattwatt43@gmail.com
Chapter 1
The sound of grass cutting was loud every now and then, as Roger Savage to closer to the house. Kristen Swanson paced back and forth inside the family room. She watched him. She had told herself all of the normal reasons not to do anything 'stupid'.
It was a kind of litany in her mind. 'He's young enough to be your son;' 'he'll yell or tell someone, if you flash him." That's exactly what Kristen was in the mood to do. Her waste of a husband, Ned, had no eyes for her any more. (Or any women at all, is what Kristen thought.) At 38 Kristen liked to consider herself, 'in her prime'. She liked the thought but didn't think it got her anywhere with her older stuffy, fat, balding husband, who didn't even know that sex existed any more.
Kristen was getting desperate. She had kind of thought that maybe a little innocent 'flashing' might just brighten her up. And if she were going to flash anyone, it would certainly be Roger Savage. He was young, fit, almost finished with high school, and, she thought 'beautiful.'
She paced some more and listened to the mower. She knew exactly where he was at the moment. She knew he was walking away from the house. So, she moved. She opened the floor length blinds of the family room. There was a gap now of about 8 feet across. She listened again. Now he was going along the back, and would soon turn and walk toward the house. She slipped off her robe. Now she stood there in only her white lacy, bikini panties. She took a deep breath and, as soon as she knew he was walking toward the house, and couldn't miss seeing her, walked across the gap in the drapes. She smiled to herself. She heard the mower stop its progress for a few seconds. Then she walked across the gap again. It was getting her hot to play this game. She knew that she could have a good session with her pussy, once Roger was gone. Kristen played the 'game' another three times, as he mowed the lawn.
Finally Roger was finished. He came to the patio door in the family room and knocked. Kristen, now back in her robe, answered the door: "Finished?" she asked in a bright voice.
"Not hardly," Roger said, "Barely beginning." He took Kristen by the arm and propelled her toward a couch in the family room.
"What?" she began to say but it was all that she got out of her mouth.
"Shut up, bitch!" he growled at her. She wasn't prepared for this. She hadn't expected this tone, or to produce this kind of reaction. She genuinely didn't know what to do.
Roger spun her around. He said to her: "Nice show, Mrs. S."
"Show?!" she said, kind of wide eyed.
"Don't you try to toy with me or I'll slap you silly!" was his emphatic reply.
That stopped Kristen cold. She got a chill, and just stood there. Roger moved into where she stood. He grabbed the zipper of her robe and pulled it down past Kristen' waist. With one movement he pushed the long robe off of the astonished woman's shoulders. Kristen stood in front of Roger, and not in a dream this time, naked except for her panties.
Roger pushed Kristen down onto the couch. "You want to play, then we'll damn well play," he almost shouted at her. She was still silent and wide eyed, for now Roger had unzipped his shorts and pulled out one of the nicest cocks that Kristen had ever seen. Roger stepped up to her and began to jerk off. She was wide eyed and tense, as he moved himself to a climax. He leaned into her at the last moment, and came in long spurts and strings. He came directly onto Kristen' astonished face, into her hair, and on her tits. When Roger was finished jerking off, he wiped his prick on Kristen' cheek, and put his cock away.
"That's only the beginning of the game, Mrs. S," he said. "And don't bother paying me today. This one's on the house. I'll be calling you."
He called her a few days later. He very boldly told her to meet him in a nearby forest preserve. He said that they'd 'talk.' She didn't think she had a choice, so she went. He was there, where he said he'd be. Kristen smiled at him and tried to show that she was at ease.
She knew that there was a part of her that was simply a flutter. She remembered the other day; she remembered his cock even more clearly. Part of her was giving in to all of this, no matter how much she might fight it.
"Lovely to see you, Mrs. S," he said with a grin.
"Nice to see you too, Roger," was her response.
"You look nervous," he said.
"I, uh, am, I guess," she said.
"Why? Kristen?" he grinned at her.
"Look, Roger, I want to apologize for my actions the other day; I mean coming on to you. You know, wandering around in just my panties to tease you. I am sorry."
"I'm not," he said.
"Well, I've come to say that so that this can just end."
"No!" he replied.
Kristen just looked at him. Her inner turmoil simply grew under his stare. It made her uncomfortable. She kind of shifted from foot to foot, and all that she could call up to her mind was the picture of his big and lovely cock spraying cum all over her. It wouldn't leave her mind. She began to sense, for the first time really, that she just might be lost here.
He grinned:"Relax, Mrs. S," he laughed, "All I want here is for you to participate a little today."
"Participate?" she asked quietly. She could feel a warm, sexy feeling creeping along inside of her. Knowing that feeling that she maybe had no choice actually helped her out.
"Then what?" she asked.
"Then, of course, we wait and see."
Almost without knowing it, Kristen made up her mind and asked him: "Where?"
Roger grinned at her. Kristen' mind was filled with the haunting thought of seeing Roger's large cock again. He directed her toward a kind small dark clearing that was off the path. It was one that he'd known about.
They entered small clearing and with no hesitation he took out his cock. Kristen stared at it. Roger took her hand and placed it on his cock. Kristen started to find herself getting lost in what she was doing as she was vigorously stroking his cock up and down. She was confused at the feelings overcoming her that she liked being controlled like this, never before had a man dominated the way young Roger did.
Confused yet liking it at the same time, although she hated to admit it. She did not even protest when he reached down and opened her blouse so he could play with her tits and nipples through her bra. Despite her misgivings, Kristen felt a jolt of electricity, when Roger pulled on her nipples. Roger toyed with her nipples through the material of her bra, Kristen involuntarily let out a soft moan as Roger continued to tweak the nipples. He suddenly squeezed her nipples really hard, with a wicked grin on his face.
Kristen' reaction was a fairly loud moan. Even though she was getting into being dominated by her yard boy, she wasn't prepared for sexual reaction to the pain in her nipples. Kristen found herself to be both relieved and disappointed when the Roger came on her tits, and her blouse front.
"Ah," he sighed, "That was lovely, Mrs. S. But before I leave tell me, Mrs. Slut, what kind of panties are you wearing?"
At this point Kristen didn't hesitate, so far wrapped up in the scene, as she was. "They're red bikinis," she almost whispered.
"He smiled: "Red for me?"
"Uh," she stuttered, "I don't know."
"Show me," he said with a smile on his face. Kristen surprised herself at how quickly she had her jeans around her thighs to show this young thug that she was indeed wearing the red panties that she had mentioned to him.
"Okay now, Mrs. Swanson," he said leering at her, "Take off your clothes."
"Here?" she said in a panic, "Now? Outside?"
"Here and now, and if you hesitate, once you're naked, I'm going to take every bit of clothing and leave you here naked."
It jolted her. The order he gave to strip naked in this remote place turned her on completely. She hastened to comply removing blouse, bra, then sandals, jeans and the red bikini panties.
Roger smiled, fully aware of his impact on her, and his dominance over her. "See you next time, cock sucker!" He said with a smile, "Oh, I forgot, you're not that, yet. But maybe next time." He was leering at her as he left; he was also carrying her clothing with him, leaving her stark naked.
"Oh, please, please, please, please, I'm begging you; give me back my clothing. I'll do what you want, any time, every time. Don't you see that by now? Here I am you're half my age; I've stripped naked for you here ... here in the open simply because you told me to. Please give me my clothes back."
He walked back toward her and said with a grin: "Here's the way; see that tree over there?"
Kristen shook her head yes, looking at the tree 20 or so feet away, near a path. "Well, I will wait there with your clothes and you come and get them. I will wait for only two minutes, that's all. When you get there, you say to me 'thank you for my clothes, sir; next time Mrs. Swanson will be your cock sucker.' Do you understand?"
And she really did; she said to him quickly: "Yes, sir, Mrs. Swanson understands."
Roger left the clearing then and went to the tree. Kristen set out immediately. She didn't think that she'd ever felt so alive as she did strutting naked, bare assed naked to that tree. She moved with grace and made sure that her flaring hips were lively and sexy.
She got to where Roger was standing holding her clothes and said: "Thank you for my clothes, sir; next time Mrs. Swanson will certainly be your cock sucker." Roger grinned as he handed over the clothes to her. "Oh, thank you," she said with true gratefulness. He leered again and left.
When he was gone. She just stood and breathed. She hardly waited until she was at her car to begin playing with her pussy.
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