Older bitch, a woman I'd seen earlier in the afternoon. A matron, high-scoiety. I'd seen her in line. Dressed up in a nice fur, brown heels, and a pretty outfit. But this is what caught my eye. She'd been standing in line, leaning on the counter, looked tired. So tired that she'd lifted one foot out of her heel. Up slipped a heel in nylon and a sole that was absolutely stunning. Never seen such delicious feet. She might have been in her fifties, but she had amazing feet. From that brief glimpse -- a few seconds tops -- I could see that her arches were high, her feet were relatively small and well-groomed. I had to get this bitch, fuck this bitch. I wanted to see this bitch in pantyhose and nothing else, the backs of her soles pressed up against my cheek, her toes up my my nose.

Had a husband it looked like, but that evening she sat in her house alone. I knew because I stood outside and peeped. She was in her stocking feet, looked tired, almost ready to go to bed. Lived in a large house on the edge of town. The bushes were high enough so that I could hide and not be seen. I watched her sit on the sofa, those delicious feet propped up on the coffee table. Sipping something -- a martini, some booze. So pretty, this bitch. Hair that was permed and treated and looked cut in a way that indicated wealth. Had a pretty face. Her younger days must have been good ones. A wild fuck, I'll bet. A screamer. But I knew that she -- this high-society bitch -- she deserved what I had. And I knew she'd want more once she'd tasted the first batch. In those bushes my cock grew rock hard. She was about to get it, the whole thing.

She went into the bathroom. I tried the door. Locked of course. And then the window. Cut through the screen, wedged open the window. The house smelled good, like her I'll bet -- sweet perfume. Scented all around. On the TV the local news. It was late. Hubby nowhere in sight. I crept into the closet. Moment later she came out of the bathroom. I cracked the door, watched her. She stood by the coffee table, picked up her drink, and sipped. This bitch was prime. I'd always had a thing for older women. Don't know what it was. I'd fucked enough so that they were all I preferred. My cock was good, I knew that. Some even I'd loved. I'd fucked them so they screamed and wondered if they were really sixteen, seventeen again. I always made them dress for me and dance. I took they money and filled them up with cum so sweet they always wanted more. Honey, they said I had. That honey of yours, they'd say. Sweet, sweet honey. This bitch now, in the TV room. Dressed still as I'd seen her before. A nice skirt -- a colored print dress. Hemmed below the knees. She had legs, too. And feet. Feet like I'd never seen. Feet that looked like they'd never grown old. Her pantyhose were suntanned, and glistened slightly in that dim light. Me, I came prepared. I'd ripped two pieces of duct tape. One would be for her eyes, one for around her wrists. She sipped, watched the TV. She turned to the window and touched her hair. Watched her reflection, tapping her hair back in place. And I made my move. She turned but I'd grabbed her, slapped the tape around her eyes. Easy bitch, I said. Just don't make any moves. She screamed and struggled and hit and kicked. But I pushed her to the floor and wrapped her wrists. Now the high-society bitch was on her stomach. I straddled her ass, wrapped my hand around her mouth. Mine was this bitch, all mine. Now baby, I whispered. My lips were close to her neck. Her shampoo smelled delicious. Her hair was soft. You're all mine now. You're all mine. Her fingers were long. Nails painted red. They looked aged, sure. Wrinkled at the knuckles. But that didn't matter, not to me. I knew these older bitches never got dick from their husbands. And I knew they had all that money and what they really wanted was a cock they could suck, cum they could lap up and swallow and smear across their lips and faces. They liked that, dirty fucking. The dirtier the better. I held my palm across her mouth. I sat atop her for a moment and let the scene sink in. She struggled but what could she do. Already her hands were tied tightly. Heels kicked up behind me. I watched over my shoulder. Those heels in nylon. Let's see if you got stockings or pantyhose on, I said. Let's take a peek. And then I rose enough off her ass so that I could lift the skirt up. Pantyhose. Sheer, no panties. My, my, I said. You're a good girl. I licked her neck. Baby, you're a good bitch. Now I'll take my hand away. But you have to relax. You have to trust me. I'm your master now. Can you do that? Can you trust your master? The fuck are you, she said. The fuck? The fuck do you want? My oh my. She screamed. I took her by the hair and lifted. Her head rose back and she closed her eyes. I moved my finger across her neck, slowly. I shushed her. Easy, I said and then lay her head back down. My husband's here. Take what you want. He ain't here, I said. He's upstairs. I took her by the hair again and lifted. Don't lie to me. You want money? No. Take the money. She'd begun to sob. She begged not to be hurt. I won't do that. I won't hurt you. Will you listen to me? Yes. I know he's not upstairs. Is he? Is he? No. You lied to me. I'm scared. Don't be. Don't be that. I touched her neck with my fingers. Her hair shaved up the side of her neck nicely. Classy haircut. I liked that.

Her feet. Close up, they were as good as I thought. She lay bound on her stomach. Her skirt pushed up over her ass so that I could see all her pantyhose. She lay still. I wanted to work her slowly. I had time, I knew that. I straddled her so that I faced her feet. I lifted one leg -- size 9's, couldn't get much better. I set that leg down and lifted the other. The toeseam of her pantyhose ran across the backs of her toes. Little toes, no nailpolish. But they were good toes, small, a little pressed together from wearing heels. Just relax, I whispered. I'm gonna play with your feet for a while. I took hold of one foot and watched her soles. Smooth soles, no bad skin. I took her foot and pressed the toes against my lips. I sniffed deep. A sweet luscious smell. I licked the back of her big toe and then across the backs of her other toes. I followed the stiched seam with my tongue, back and fourth. And then I licked her sole. I took long licks. Nylon felt rough, smelled sweet. She'd been in shoes all day. I liked that. I moved my mouth around her heel and sucked. I sucked at her heel, the nylon against my tongue. And then I did the same with the other foot, very slowly. I took her big toe in my mouth and held it there. I ran my fingertips alongside her feet, up and down her arch, down the top of her foot. I gently took hold of her ankles with both my hands and pulled her big toe out of my mouth. You're good, I whispered over my shoulder. Yummy. She lay still and did not move. Why are you so good? Huh? I moved off her. I kissed her ass. I ran my tongue along the ass crack which I could see beneath the weave of her pantyhose. I looked at the tag of her pantyhose. Calvin Klein. You're so good, I said. I kissed the small of her back, her smooth pale flesh. And then I licked her ass, one cheek, then the other. I licked and lapped at that tight ass of hers. An older bitch with a tight ass.

When it came time to finally fuck this bitch, I lay her on her bed, legs spread, the tape still over her eyes. I'd peeled off her pantyhose, took off her bra. My yummy bitch was naked. I mounted her. She got wet quick. My god, she whispered. My god, my god. It's big. Say it. My god, she kept repeating. It's big, I said. It's the biggest you'll take, bitch. I fucked and fucked. She began to writhe beneath me. And then she bagn to scream. I slapped my palm over her mouth and held it there. Bitch, I whispered. I slowed and pumped her tightly. Godammit bitch. Shhhh. I could feel her struggling beneath my weight, her body bucking. Her pussy tightly held my cock. I moved in and out. She screamed against my palm. It felt good to pump this bitch, and I closed my eyes and imagined her toes in my mouth, the tightness of her pussy. I imagined her dancing for me in nothing but pantyhose and a pair of black velvet pumps. I imagained her licking her lips after taking my load in her mouth. And then I came. Bitch, I whispered, my hand still over her mouth. Take that. Take that. I waited until she fell still. I stayed like that for a long time, me still inside her, cum dripping from her pussy, my hand over her mouth. Then I nuzzled against her neck softly and kissed it. You're lovely, I whispered. My cock slid out. I felt my wetness and hers.

These, I said. I set a pair of black-velvet mules beside her. I walked back to her closet and pulled a clingy black dress from a hanger. Set that beside her. And from her dresser a new pair of pantyhose just out of the cardboard package. They were DKNY micro-fibers. I liked those especially, the way they clinged and looked in the light. The shoes, the dress, the pantyhose, I said. I knelt down beside her and rolled her over. She lay on her back. I took the pantyhose out of their cardboard and balled them on my hand and slid one leg up her ankle and calf and then the other leg. I straightened the waist band and took a long look at her. She lay still, the seam of the pantyhose running from the waistband down her pussy to the cotton crotch. I stood her up and over her head slipped on the dress. Her hips were good. The bitch had curves, good curves, and told her to step into the mules. This she did. And then I told her to dance. The silver tape still covered her eyes and her wrists were still bound but I told this old bitch to dance. She did slowly. I hummed a tune and said, Dance for me. Like that. Move those hips. And she did. Turn around, let me see that. Swivel your ass. She swiveled and I watched her legs. I knelt down beside her and started licking her legs. Dance, dance, I told her. I hummed along. A tune I knew. I put my hands on her hips and nuzzled her ass. I lifted the dress up, took a glance at the pantyhose, and then set the dress back down. You remind me of one bitch I fucked last year. She said nothing. I moved behind her and put my hands on her lips and my lips against her neck. I'm gonna tell you because I like you. What's your name? They call you anything? Betty. Betty the bitch, I said. What makes you so yummy? She started sobbing again. And I told her to get down on her knees. She did. Open up. She opened her mouth. Wider, bitch. Wider. She opened as far as she could go. Her tongue lay at the back of her mouth. I watched her, the slave on her knees. She wore a bra, slip, and nylons. No shoes, no blouse. This bitch had good titties, large and firmer than I expected. Are you a screamer? I asked. Are you a wild fuck? She paused. Say it. Yes. She said she was a wild fuck. Here it comes, I said. Open up. Here comes your treat. I unzipped my jeans and slipped them off and stood with only underwear. Beneath that underwear my big cock bulged. I looked down at her, her smooth shoulders, hands behind her back. It's big, I told her. It's so big. Open wide now. Open as wide as you can. She struggled to keep her mouth wide open. I took my cock out of my underwear and then stood with it poised not far from her face. You smell it, I said. Smell that cock. She sniffed. I pressed the tip against her nose. Smell that sweet cock. She sniffed. I heard her sniff. Then I slipped the underwear to my thighs. I held my cock with both my hands, one over the other. It grew thicker when I held it. Veins bulged, the tip was red. Other women I'd fucked fell in love with my thick cock. They liked it because it was large and thick and liked it most of all because when I came I came hard and filled them up. I eased it into her mouth. I pressed it deep. She gagged and I pulled out. Wait, she panted. You gotta do this, I said. This is what you got to do, bitch. She said she was ready and opened wide. I eased it in and she closed her lips over the head. I eased the shaft in further, toward the back of her throat. Get it wet. Slick it down. She opened wide and backed off and then tried again. Each time she tried she'd take more and more. Get it wet, I said. Get it slick. I closed my eyes. I moved gently so as not to throw her off balance. I knew that with her hands behind her back she couldn't move as fast as I'd want. Baby, I whispered. Her lips were tight and wet. We've got so much to do tonight. I took my cock out and looked at it and saw that it glistened and that there was a strand of her spit from the head of the cock to her lips. She caught her breath and then opened wide. I stuck it in again, a little harder this time, and I heard her grunt. I kept easing in and out and she would grunt when I pushed in too far. I looked down at her from above and could see her little toes beneath her ass, which from where I stood looked like a perfect hourglass. I liked my women with slow, graceful figures. And this bitch here, every curve -- from her arches to her heels to the way her ass was tight and firm -- this bitch had good slow curves. I'd fucked better, younger, but this bitch was in the top five. I felt her lips tighten. She wanted more action, a little quicker, I could tell. In and out. I moved, fell into a rhythm. Her hands struggled against the duct-tape, those long fingers. In and out. And then I came. I came hard and filled her mouth. She was surprised because she jerked away but it was too late. Her mouth was filled and as I came and stroked myself to force out every drop, I covered her lips and her face and her foreheard and into her hair. Didn't expect that, I said. I knew that because the bitches never expected that. Maybe a dribble, a few drops. But never the amount I'd cum. Always would fill their mouths and even if they'd swallow, the cum would always leak out their lips and down their cheeks. This bitch here, she had it good. Her face was covered with white cum. She sat silent, looking down at the floor, the cum beginning to drip down her cheek and from her lips and off her chin onto the carpet. It dripped slow. My new bitch, she did not move.

The next morning I ordered Betty to call in sick. We'll get to know each other, I told her. And then I told her to get down on the on all fours with nothing but a pair of pantyhose. I still have to tame my new bitch, I said. She sobbed and tried to run out of the bedroom but I took her and held her and hit her. I hit her hard across the face and then whispered that she had to be good. She said she was tired. I said she would be allowed to rest, but for now, she had to be my bitch and behave.

The next morning I allowed her to dress for work. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched. Wear new pantyhose, I said. I want you to wear a new pair. I'm not sure I have any, she said. Then we'll have to get some. She went to her dresser. She was wearing only a blue robe and nothing else. I watched her feet, her painted toenails. Your feet are so pretty. She held up a pair of DKNY pantyhose, still wrapped, still in the cardboard. These? Yes, I said. She opened the box and held them up. They were black but sheer and creased from the cardboard. She looked down at my cock. My, my, she said. Slip off your robe, I said. I watched as she undid the velour tie and let it fall from her shoulders. That right, baby, I said. Now put on those pantyhose. She sat beside and lifted her foot to the edge of the bed and balled one leg on her hand and slid it over her toes and up her ankles. And then she did the same with the other. She stood and gradually worked the pantyhose to her hips. I watched her smooth the topseam and run her hands from her hips down to her thighs to pull and steaighten the pantyhose. Now turn around, I said. I gotta check your ass. She did and I looked at her tight ass. It's so good, I said. You have a wonderful ass. She turned back around and looked at me. Can I finish? No, no, I'll tell you what. I reached inside my robe and took out my cock. She watched me and looked down at my hard. No, I said. I want you to get down on the floor. Baby. She looked at me. I gotta get to work. I watched her and smiled. Get down on all fours, ass up. Ass way up. She got to her knees and then put her palms down on the floor and stuck her ass up. She stuck it way up and closed her eyes. Okay, she said. You like that. You like my ass? I watched her ass and studied the curve of it and the weave of the pantyhose and the dark crack where I knew my cock would soon be. I said: You have such a good ass. Thank you. Stay like that, I said. Stay like that and tell me what you like about my cock. I took my cock and held it and started rubbing it. I like it because it's big. Have you sucked a lot of cock? Is that something you like? Not a lot. But you like mine. I like it because when you come you fill my mouth. You like to taste me. Yes, master, she said. I like to taste your cum. Turn so I can see your toes. Lean forward a bit. She did and I could see her toes curled beneath her ass. She lay forward with her cheek against the carpet and her arms straight out. Her fingernails were red and long and her fingers, though a little old, looked smooth and white and suckable, much like her soles and her toes. I stood before her and gently took hold of her pantyhose and pulled them down from her ass. And then I kissed her bare ass. Pull your cheeks apart, I told her. And with her cheek still against the carpet she did that. She took hold of her tight ass with her hands and gradually pulled her cheeks wide so that I could see her ass. She did this and held it and then I burrowed my nose deep and kissed it. She smelled sweet and good and looked clean which I liked. I took my cock and held it up so that the head pressed against her crack. Is this something you'd like, Betty? Can I fuck you in the ass? I'd like that, she said. Get me wet, I said. And then she got back to her knees and I stood up and presented her with my hard cock, which had bulged largely. Take it slowly, I said. Close your eyes and take it slowly. And with both her hands she held my cock and took it into her mouth. I watched her work, her red fingernails, the way her cheeks bulged. She moved it in and out slowly and stopped only once to swallow and breath deep. She looked up at me then and did not smile. I said: Keep your eyes closed. And then she looked back down and took my cock and I pushed it deep so my pubic hair bristled into her lips. I put my hands in her silver hair and held her head close and pulled her close. Just keep it like that, I whispered. And I stood there for a while with Betty on her knees and my cock in her mouth. She shifted and I heard her swallow and breath through her nose. She wrapped her hands around my ass. And after a long while I finally pulled my cock from her mouth. She put her hands on her knees and breathed deep. I said: You liked that didn't you? Yes, she said. She was out of breath. And you like the smell? Your cock smells wonderful. And then I brought my cock so that it was touching her nose and then her cheeks and I looked down at her silver hair. I looked down at her fingers on her knees and her pantyhose and I said: I think you should call in sick, Betty. I think we're going to be here a while. And then she stood up. She wore only black pantyhose and she walked to the phone. She sat on the edge of the bed and dialed. Yes, she said. I'm not feeling well. I'm not coming in today. I'll be fine. And then she hung up the phone and looked at me. I pointed to the floor and said: On all fours. And she did. She climbed down from the and knelt and placed her chin against the carpet. Her ass stuck up high and her feet looked beautiful because the arches were curved and the toes straight back. She looked fuckable. I knelt down beside her and pulled down the pantyhose again. She reached around and took her ass cheeks and spread them. And then I saw her red little anus and when I did took out my wet cock. Hold your breath, I said. Here it comes. Please be gentle, she said. But I stayed silent. I did not say a thing. I pressed my head against her crack and then found her anus and then pressed carefully. She moaned and said be careful and pressed forward. It was rough but slid forward and after a moment I pulled it back out. She took another breath and with her hands pulled her ass apart again and I tried again and pushed deeper. I felt it go in and felt it a little rough but easier. Around us I could smell Betty and I liked that the best. Because she smelled sweet and had a smell like no other and I told her so over and over again. I slid further and felt her tense and then relax. I felt her anus tighten nicely around my cock. It felt good, like a tight pussy, and then I pulled back and then pushed in and then pulled back. I moved carefully and Betty whispered: Easy. Easy. And I pushed in and it was then Betty moaned out. She said it was smooth and she felt like something had collapsed. It was a good feeling, she whispered. Like something smooth, she whispered. Oh God. Oh god yes. You like that, Betty. Say it. Yes. Oh god. In and out, Betty. You like my cock? I want your cock. I want that cock. I moved in and out. I said: There take that. Yes, she said. Say what I'm doing. Say what's being done. Say it. I'm being fucked up the ass. You're fucking me up the ass. Baby. You're fucking me. Oh god. I gripped her hips tight and watched my cock slid up her ass and in her anus and out that anus. I watched her hips and her long back and fucked her and moved in and out until I came. She moaned and I slipped my cock out and it came out glistening white with cum. Strands of cum drew from her ass to the tip of my cock and I sat against the bed and watched her as she turned and gradually lay down on her back. Yes, she said. I liked that. I liked that a lot. And then she reached down and slipped the pantyhose back up around her hips and with her index fingers deftly straightened the seam around her hips so it was straight. She closed her eyes and sighed. I like that, she said. That was naughty.

Is this what grandmothers do? I asked. Is this what you do? Yes, she said. Now she wore green stirrup pants, high heeled slingbacks, and a knit sweater. In that sweater her titties looked large and round and I knew that she wore no bra. Betty had good nipples, they were large, and when I tongued them and bit them I loved the way those nipples sat in my mouth, hard and stiff like my own cock. Betty in her stirrup pants knelt before me. From beneath the slingbacks I watched her beautiful heels.

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