You’re Never
Too Old
“You’re trying
to chat me up, aren’t you?”
Greg nodded as
he sat on the bar stool next to the woman.
She was in her early sixties, with red-brown hair, but she dressed as a
much young woman. Her red velvet jacket
was open over the black dress, the silk hugging her body as it went down over
her chest and halfway down her thighs.
She was also wearing a pair of black patent leather boots, buckled at
the side and with a three-inch heel.
“And why would
that be a surprise – you are an incredibly attractive woman,” Greg said with a
smile. He was in his early twenties, six
foot tall, wearing a black leather jacket over a white shirt and jeans. A small rucksack was on the floor beside the
stool he was sitting on.
“Well, it’s
working,” the woman said with a smile.
“I’m Selina.”
“Greg – can I
buy you another drink?”
Selina looked
him up and down, and then said “I have a better idea – why don’t we go back to
my place, and we can have a drink there.”
Greg smiled as
he said “that sounds like a wonderful idea – I need to bring my bag with me, if
that’s all right?”
“That’s fine,”
Selina said as she slipped elegantly off the bar stool, Greg picking up his
rucksack as they walked out of the bar.
It was a short walk to the apartment black, and Greg smiled as they took
the elevator to the penthouse floor.
As Selina
unlocked the door, Greg smiled as he walked into the open plan living
area. “Quiet some place,” he said as he
looked at a painting on the wall. “Is
that you?”
Selina slipped
off her jacket and hung it in a closet, then walked over and stood beside
Greg. “Yes it is – in my younger days,”
she said with a smile.
“That looks as
if it was painted in the style of Whistler.”
“Yes, it does,”
Selina said as she stood back, then turned and walked to the drinks
cabinet. “So, what can I get you to
drink?”
“Actually, I
have a better idea.”
“And that is,”
Selina said as she turned round, and saw Greg standing there, smiling as he
pointed a gun at the older woman.
“I think we’re
going to have a wonderful evening,” Greg said with a smile, “turn back round –
slowly – and put your hands behind your back.”
His smile grew broader as Selina stared at him, raising an elegantly
crafted eyebrow before she slowly turned.
“Obviously, you
are not a gentleman,” she said quietly as Greg kept the gun trained on her,
before he opened the rucksack with his free hand and removed a length of black
rope.
“I never said I
was,” Greg whispered into her ear as after he had walked over behind her,
putting the gun down before he pulled her hands behind her back, and she felt
the rope rubbing on her bare wrists as he bound them tightly together. Biting her lower lip, she said “so I am just
the latest old woman to fall for your charms.”
“Don’t feel too
bad,” Greg said as he pulled the rope between her warms, making the binding
tighter before he secured the ends out of reach of her long fingers. “Older women, I find, crave the attention.”
“You certainly
have a very high opinion of yourself,” Selina grunted as she felt his hands on
her arms, and then felt the rope as he pulled it tight under her chest, forcing
her arms into her sides. She glanced
down as the rope wet round again and again, forming two bands that framed her
chest, forcing it up and out as the bands got tighter and tighter.
She then felt the rope as he fed it under the lower band at one side, then took
it up and around the back of her neck before repeating the process on the other
side. As he tied the ends off, Selina wriggled round, feeling the silk move as it
was stretched tight over her chest, and then looked at Greg as he stood in
front of her, and looped another rope between her beasts, the bands getting
even tighter as he fed the ends through the centre loop and then pulled down.
“Oh…” She gasped again as Greg knotted the rope and
then let it drop to the floor, then walked behind her and put his hand between her
legs, pulling it back and up as the skirt of her dress was hiked up. She felt the tug behind her – but she also
felt the ropes rubbing on her panties, as she wondered what he would do next.
“Let’s take a
walk,” Greg said as he pushed Selina forward, the ropes rubbing on her with each
step as he frogmarched her round the house.
Every room, he made the older woman tell him where things were hidden,
where valuables were – and he made notes of everything, opened every box, every
safe, before they made their way back to the master bedroom.
“You are a very
generous woman,” Greg said as he looked at Selina, and put his rucksack down on
the bed, “and it is only fair I thank you – once you have done something for
me.”
“And what would
that be?” Selina watched as he walked
behind her, and then gasped as she felt his hands on her chest, groping,
squeezing, massaging her breasts as his fingers pressed firmly down. She closed her eyes as he pulled her against
him, and she felt something rubbing against her bottom. She knew he was aroused, and she felt her own
body starting to respond on an instinctive level. She ground against him, feeling the ropes rub
on her sex as she did so, feeling the dampness, feeling the desire.
She closed her
eyes and moaned as Greg whispered into her ear, “I knew it – you’re gagging for
it, aren’t you, you rich bitch?”
“Language…”
Selina whispered as she closed her eyes, her body responding to the assault in
front and behind.
“You need
something to stop your words, bitch,” Greg whispered as he pulled away and
slapped her bottom, then made her kneel down.
He stood in front of her, and she saw the bulge before he slowly lowered
the zip opening, and it sprang out, large, erect.
“Surely you
don’t expect me to…”
“Selina,” Greg
said as he smiled, and put the gun to her head, “don’t you get it yet? You’re my bitch, and you do whatever the fuck
it is I tell you to do. Now, kiss it.”
Selina stared
at the young man, and then slowly leaned forward, placing her rouged lips on
the tip if the engorged organ and then pulling back.
“Do you want me
to hurt you?”
Selina shook
her head and shuffled forward, the rope rubbing on her panties as she did so,
and then put her lips on the tip, gently kissing it before she opened her mouth
and placed it over his cock. Greg smiled
as he put the barrel of the gun against her head and said “keep going.”
Selina nodded
slowly and then put her lips over the member, feeling the throb on her tongue as
she moved it underneath and then pulled her head back with a pop. Greg nodded as he said “well?”, Selina
nodding as she put her mouth over the cock and sealed it with her lips, feeling
the throbbing on her tongue as she started to bob her head back and forth, sucking
and playing all the time.
She could feel
his response as his cock started to throb and become more engorged in her
mouth, Selina working slowly to control him and her own fear as she felt the
pressure increase, the throbbing intensify.
When Greg reached down and tied a rope to the one between her legs, and
started to pull it up and down, she almost yelped, but then she felt the cold
metal ring against her head again as she continued to work on him.
He groaned and
smiled as he watched the older woman sucking him off – this was what he was
born to do, to control, to have women doing what he wanted – and he loved every
second of it.
He felt a jerk
as Selina realised that throbbing was becoming a pulsing in her mouth, and she
tasted the slight slaty taste at the back of her mouth. There was something else, though – there was
the dampness she could feel between her own legs, the burning she could feel
inside her from the way the ropes were rubbing on her. There was a fire there that needed to be quenched – and she knew in the current
situation, there was no way she was going to be able to quench that fire.
Yet.
She looked up
as the throbbing member in her mouth pressed at the back of her throat, wanting
to give him her full, but instead her eyes opened wide as she felt the jerk,
and then the hot salty flow a sit erupted at the back of her throat, flowing
down as she was forced to swallow what he gave.
She had no
choice, as he seemed to keep cumming, the flow never stopping as she swallowed
again and again, having to take it into her as he held her captive. It seemed to last an eternity, but eventually
she realised he had given of his all, and she managed to pull her head back,
her lips popping as a thin white streak fell from the corner of her mouth.
“Get up.”
Selina barely
had a chance to do anything before she was hauled to her feet, and she looked
into Greg’s eyes as he sneered. He
removed from his rucksack a knife, smiling as he moved it round before he cut
down the front of Selina’s dress, pulling it away so that she stood in her bra and
panties, the underwear in a fetching shade of light blue.
He ran a finger
up between her legs, pressing the darker stained and damp material against her
before she felt the material of her panties give way, and then saw them held in
front of her face as Greg inhaled.
“So
refreshing,” he said quietly before he grabbed her breast and squeezed hard,
Selina opening her mouth to scream before she felt the material being pushed
into the open space, the taste of her own juices on her tongue before she
closed her lips over it. Greg then
peeled the end of a roll of white tape free, before he wound it tightly round
her head, covering her lips as her cheeks were pressed in.
Greg looked at
her, his head tilted to one side as their eyes locked, and then Greg pushed her
onto the bed, grabbing ropes from his bag and putting them down as Selina
watched. He paused for a moment, and
then pulled the boots off her, before in turn lashing rope round an ankle and
pulling the legs to the side, securing the other ends of the ropes to the foot
of the bed.
He watched as
he slowly removed his pants, Selina noticing his cock beginning to engorge
again, before he climbed onto the bed, the knife in his hands as he cut through
her bra straps and pulled the material away, exposing her breasts to the cool
night air.
“I’m going to
fuck you,” he whispered, “and then I’m going to cut you, and then… He let the words hang in the air before he
grabbed her breasts and roughly kneaded then in his hands, Selina closing her
eyes and moaning at the way it made her feel.
She responded at an animal level, growling into the cloth and tape as
she closed her eyes and started to push her own body up.
“Oh you like
that idea, don’t you,” Greg whispered into Selina’s ear before he moved down
and started to kiss her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples, making her groan
even more as she opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see he was getting more and more
aroused, as she said “Phlslsdhntnhrtmh…”
“Shut up,” Greg
growled as he looked at her, and then ran a finger up her clit, making her
shake as the shock passed through her, “enjoy these last few moments.” He moved down her body, kissing her chest,
her belly, her clit…
“Hnnhhhh,”
Selina groaned as she pushed her hips up to meet his face, and then gasped as
he slid into her, gripping him inside as she felt the throbbing from his
cock. It seemed larger than it was in
her mouth, but she started o move in time with his thrusts, determined to make
sure at a baselevel that if this was her last time…
“Oh yes,” Greg
whispered as he felt the motion with him, felt himself growing larger, felt the
urge getting stronger. She may be an old
woman, but she knew what she was doing, and she was certainly doing it well…
“Oh yes… Yes…. YES!”
Greg threw his
head back and screamed as he came inside Selina, giving all he had as she
gripped and milked him of all he could give.
Her body shook as well, as he said “now bitch” and tried to pull out.
When he could
not, he looked at Selina as she raised her head, her eyes shining as she said
“Hnnhhh” and smiled. Greg could not take
his eyes off her as she felt something pulling him, and then he seemed to start
shrinking as he realised it was more than not being able to withdraw – she was
actually drawing him into her.
“Oh god –
please, no, I’m sorry,” he said as the ceiling seemed to move up, the room
seemed to expand, and he saw that his body was been drawn into Selina. The fear was crippling him, as slowly,
inexorably, his body disappeared into the bound and gagged woman.
As his head
slipped inside, Selina lay still for a moment, a glow enveloping her before she
brought her arms round and rubbed her wrists – the ropes having disintegrated
in the glow. Removing the tape and her
panties, she sat up and stretched, invigorated, renewed. Glancing in the mirror, she admired the way
her body looked, almost twenty years younger.
“One less
rapist to hurt my sex,” she said quietly as she put on a robe, lifting his
rucksack and walking down to the main floor, before she opened a closet and
placed it beside all the other cases and bags…
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