Babushka
Sitting at the
bar in the nightclub, nursing his drink, he looked round at the other people
sitting there. It was typical – young
bucks on the town, bored executives, the sort of people with nothing to do, and
all night and all the money in the world to do it in. Normally, he had ideas and plans as to what
he would do with them, but this was his night off.
He was casually
dressed, but the style and cut suggested he was not wanting for money – the
shirt was Egyptian cotton, open at the collar, the suit from Saville Row, the
shoes Italian leather and hand made. He
was an expert in his field of work, and he knew it.
Looking to the
side, his eye was caught by the woman sitting a few stools down, looking at the
television set. She appeared to be in
her late forties or early fifties, a hint of grey in her styled blonde hair,
and she certainly had a body worth admiring.
A loose fitting black silk blouse, a long skirt with a bohemian print in
brown on cream, and long brown leather boots.
She turned her
head and looked at him, smiling before she turned back to look at the
screen. There was something about her,
an air of aloofness, of rank, of superiority…
It attracted him, and he stood up, walking over to sit next to her on
the stool.
She turned and
looked at him again, as he said “good evening – are you here alone?” Nodding, she replied “yes – yes, I am. Have we met before?”
“Not that I am
aware of – you have a very distinctive accent.
Do you come from Eastern Europe?”
“Originally –
but I have lived in this country for many years,” she said with a smile.
“And would it
be impolite to ask your name?”
“Anna – and
yours?”
“Charles –
would it be forward of me to offer to buy you a drink?” She shook her head, as he signalled to the
barman. “Another whisky - and for you?”
“Vodka
Martini,” Anna said, smiling as the drinks were brought over. “So, Charles, what brings you to this bar on
this evening?”
“Nothing in
particular, I just like the atmosphere here – and the company,” he said as he sipped
his drink. “And you?”
“I needed to
leave the apartment for a short while,” Anna replied. “I was preparing for a visit, and felt some
time away once I had finished was an idea.”
“Oh – a family
member?”
Anna nodded as
she said “but she is not due for a while.”
Looking at Charles, she smiled again and said “has anyone told you that
you are a very attractive man?”
“Not recently –
and has anyone told you you are a beautiful woman?”
Anna laughed as
she looked at him. “It has been a while,
but that is not important right now.
Tell me what else you are thinking.”
Her eyes seemed
to look into him, see the inner him, but Charles shrugged it off as he said “I
was thinking how you would react if I suggested we go someplace else.” He then shook himself and laughed as he said
“that sounds so corny…”
“I don’t know,
it sounds kind of cute,” Anna said as she looked at him. “Well, my place is only a few minutes away,
if you are interested…”
As she closed
the door and turned on the lights, Charles looked at the room, the leather
seats, the old style furniture.
“You have a
very nice apartment,” he said as he looked round, and then opened his eyes wide
as Anna took his head in her hands and kissed him, before he responded in kind.
As she let go,
he smiled and said “that was nice. Would
you like to do it again?”
“I would,” Anna
said quietly as he put her arms round her, and kissed her, his tongue stroking
over her lips as she responded, and then allowed her lips to part as they
explored each other’s mouth. His hands
gently stroked her back as they did so, as hers did on him, before he said “so
what shall we do now?”
“Will you
indulge me?”
“In what way,”
Charles said as she felt her hand on the bulge in his pants.
“I like to be –
secure – when making love, if you know what I mean.”
Nodding, he said
“I may do. In what way?”
“Let me show
you,” she said before she kissed him again, this time squeezing his bottom as
he reached round and unfastened her skirt, allowing it drop on the floor before
he felt her unfasten his shirt. Looking
into his eyes, she said “come with me,” taking him by the hand before he was
led into the bedroom.
In the centre
of the room was a large four poster bed, Anna smiling as she walked over. He could see now the boots went over her
knees, and she was wearing a black thong.
“Let me undress
you,” she said quietly as she slipped his jacket down his arms, letting it fall
to the floor before she kissed him again, Charles offering no resistance as she
slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him as well. She then moved her lips down his chest,
Charles letting out a soft moan before she unfastened his trousers and pulled
them down, as well as his boxer shorts, as he stepped out of his shoes.
“A fine specimen,”
she said quietly as she ran her hand over his chest, “do you want to make love to
me?” He silently nodded, as she said
“then I must be secure. Open the top
drawer.”
Charles walked
over and opened the drawer, taking out several lengths of red rope and a roll
of red tape. Anan nodded as he walked
back over, and then lay on her back on the bed, putting her hands above her head
as she said “tie my wrists to the top posters.”
“Kinky,”
Charles said quietly, not revealing how much he enjoyed doing that to those he
visited as he took one length of rope and tied it round her left wrist then
secured it to the first poster so that her arm was outstretched. He repeated that on her right wrist, Anna
smiling and nodding as he leaned over and kissed her again.
“Now my ankles
– leave the boots on, I like the sound it makes, I like the way it feels.”
“Yes, I will,”
he said quietly, feeling as if he was in a fog as he secured her ankles to the
bottom posters, her legs spread wide as he looked at her. With trembling fingers, he unfastened her
blouse, hearing the soft squeak as Anna moved her legs, and revealing her
perfectly formed chest.
“Listen
carefully,” she whispered in her strange, seductive accent, “cut my thong away,
put them in my mouth, and tape it over.
Then – do what you want to do?”
She watched as he took a pair of scissors, cutting through the sides of
her thong and then rolling it up, then slowly opening her mouth as he placed it
inside. She closed her lips together as
he tore a strip from the roll of red tape, and pressed it firmly over her lips,
silencing her before his lips encircled her nipples, and he began to suck
gently on them, kissing and playing with her as she slowly started to twist
around.
Anna could feel
the ecstasy building as he did this, and groaned softly, anticipating all that
was to come as she squirmed in response to his kiss, his touch, his attentions…
As he moved
between her legs, Charles was also taking note of other things. The fine jewellery on display, her expensive
clothes… Perhaps, once he had finished,
there would be the chance to practice his trade as well… He looked into her eyes, her deep purple eyes
that seemed to pull him into her, and nodded as he moved down, kissing her
chest, her belly, her mound…
The juices were
sweet, and her groans increased dramatically, as his tongue and his lips played
her, enticed her, brought her closer and closer to the edge – and then she
threw her head back as he entered her, gripping him tightly inside as he
started to rock to and fro.
For his part,
Charles was lost in the actions, his one focus on making sure he brought her to
a climax at the right time, in the right way, enjoying every sweet second as he
moved in and out, feeling the pleasure and the pressure in himself as he did
so. It was beautiful, wonderful, and
Anna responded by moving with him, looking into his own eyes as she did so…
The fire and
the passion was growing in both of them, until finally Charles threw his head
back and cried out, Anna offering the muted response as she closed her eyes and
they both came to a climax, his seed entering her body as she shook in response. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure, as
Charles gave all he had, and then sighed.
“You were
magnificent, my dear Anna,” he said quietly, “it is such a pity that…” He opened his eyes, and suddenly stopped
talking as he looked at Anna. He face
was suddenly older – much older, with folds of flesh and grey patches, and her
hair was thinned, totally grey. She
still had the same purple eyes, but as he pushed himself back on the bed she
was not just older in the face, her whole body seemed to have aged fifty or
more years, as she looked up at him, the smile clear under the tape.
“Oh my
god… What are you…? What have I…?” Charles jumped off the bed, horrified at the
sight – and then shook as the Taser hit him in the back, collapsing to the
ground as the young girl stood behind him, wearing a white blouse under a
traditional dress, white socks and black shoes.
“I see you have
brought another guest, babushka,” she said as she looked at Anna, “will he play
with me as well?”
Anna slowly
nodded as the girl removed the tape from her mouth, and then the thong. “When I am done,” she croaked, “untie me and
we can prepare him.”
Charles slowly
opened his eyes, wondering what had happened as he looked up at the ceiling,
and then tried to move. Only he could
not – his arms were secured to his sides, and as he looked down he saw the
leather belts holding his arms in place around his waist, stomach and
chest. More belts held his legs
together, as he realised he was naked – and lying on the four poster bed.
“Hello.”
He turned his
head to see the young girl standing there, blonde hair in pigtails, swinging from
side to side as she said “Babushka is just coming. I like you – I’ll call you David.”
“My name is
Charles,” he tried to say – but something was preventing his lips from moving,
as he saw Anna walk slowly to the bed.
She wore a black silk dressing gown, but she was…
“The word is
old – but do not worry, we can soon fix that,” she said with a smile as she
reached out, her gnarled and spotted hand gently starting to massage his cock
as he looked over. “I think you said
more than enough earlier, young man, so I made sure you stayed nice and quiet
for this part. Thank you for agreeing to
come home with me.”
He looked
between them, the hag and the young girl, wondering what was going on, why was
he like this – and why could he not stop himself from responding to the caress
of her hand, as he became more aroused. Shaking
his head, he hoped he could be understood.
“I knew who you
were, young man – I have been hearing of your exploits. You thought you would rob me, did you
not?” Charles shook his head slightly,
unable to stop himself getting harder as Anna smiled. “Well, you did rob some acquaintances, so
consider this your reward.”
“NO!” He screamed in his mind as she leaned over
and started to kiss his enlarged member, and then out her lips on the end
before she drew it in. She could not be
serious, she was not going to…”
“I do like
watching babushka at work,” the girl said, “and then I get to play with you
afterwards.” As his own arousal
increased with Anna’s kisses, his own revulsion and horror grew, wondering what
was going to happen to him, and why the little girl said she was going to play
with him…
He could not
help himself as Anna continued to kiss, to suck, her rough tongue wrapping
around it in her mouth as she played with him, and he closed his eyes, unable
to give voice to his fears and panic as the throbbing grew stronger and
stronger and stronger…
And when it
came, he could only close his eyes as she sucked even harder, taking every bit
of his cum into her. It was only when he
opened her eyes that he saw what was happening as she sucked him dry – that her
hair was lightening and filling out, her body become younger and more supple,
her chest filling out, her face smoothing out…
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The cry was mute, as she sucked the last of
his seed – and then she continued to suck, as he felt more draining out of him,
as if he was sucking the life out of him – and the belts felt looser, as if he
was shrinking, Anna’s head growing larger and larger as she looked at him, and
he seemed to be getting closer and closer to her lips…
“Can I play
with him now Babushka?”
Anna nodded as
she looked at the young girl, and then at Charles. “You can indeed,” she said as she stood up,
Charles unable to comprehend what was happening as the girl seemed to be able
to take him in one hand, and carry him away, along the corridor, and into a
room with a large doll’s house.
As he watched,
she picked up a small pair of trousers and a shirt, and he could feel them
putting them on him – but how was that possible? She then opened the front of the doll’s
house, and sat him on a chair. His eyes
darted to the side as he saw two other dolls – a red haired male doll and a
black haired female one, both in casual clothes.
And then his
mind screamed again as he saw their eyes move and look at him, as the little
girl said “my babushka gives me wonderful dolls to play with – I want to be
like her when I grow up…”
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