Honest Pleasure - S01 E07

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Honest Pleasure - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Madame Elena...

I open the fridge. It's empty. I don't really have an appetite. I hear someone banging on the door. It's the landlord again.

"Sir, I need you to pay in advance. And the rent just went up. I have other tourists offering me much more."

I pay the man. I know he's lying, but I don't really care. I should probably just leave and go home. I already called in sick. It has been more than two weeks since I last saw Emilia and drove for hours to get to this place. Another small town down the coast. I don't really feel like jogging or swimming. But I do go out in the evenings when the sun goes down and sit on the beach. Feeling sorry for myself. I need to talk to someone. A professional. It's another of those evenings and I sit on the beach on my towel. I don't really have a swimsuit on. I'm just sitting there with my water bottle in my shorts and t-shirt. I still think about Emilia, but it doesn't hurt so much anymore. Or am I just numb?

I take a sip of my water. A woman in her bikini walks by and goes into the water. She stands there with her back turned to me, ankle deep in the ocean. Her blonde hair is long and slightly wavy. I can't see her face, but she appears to be older than me. In her fifties? Her body is in good shape, soft and with wide hips. Her skin looks natural. There is just a hint of uneven texture on the buttocks area. She dips into the water and swims out into the open. I notice myself staring at her. How long is she in there? How far will she swim? Maybe she was an athlete in her younger days. It does look like it.

She swims back and lies in the shallow water on her belly, resting. Her eyes meet mine. She looks away and pulls herself up and stands up. She presses her hands against her breasts, squeezing the water out of her bra. I could almost feel them. Soft, natural and busty. Not saggy at all. Or is it her bra doing her a favour? Her stomach is almost flat. Just a tiny amount of fat visible over the edge of her panties. She walks by and stops about two steps from my towel. I look behind me. There are just some people in the distance. I see a towel, some clothes and a bag lying dozens of feet away. Hers? She squeezes the water out of her hair and looks at me. She looks very attractive, but I look away. I don't want to creep her out. She starts talking.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh. No, I'm sorry."

"Just browsing?"

"Ehm. I apologize. I didn't want to stare."

"Good. You don't like the water?"

"I do, but..."

"You forgot your swimsuit?"

I can feel myself blushing.

"Kind of, yes."

"Oh, you're a nudist, waiting for people to leave."

"No, no."

"It's OK. I don't mind. Except seventy percent of them are perverts. Are you a pervert?"

I am completely shocked by her bold question.

"N...no. I'm not."

"That wasn't convincing. Come on, join me. I think we have a lot to discuss."

She walks to her towel and picks it up. She wraps it around her bust and starts taking off her bikini. She picks a new dry bikini and puts it on. She removes the towel, places it on the ground and sits on it. With a gesture of her hand, she invites me. I pick up my towel and the water bottle and approach her.

"What took you so long? You don't look that old."

I smile.

"No, I just wasn't sure if my dentures were securely in place."

"Ha ha! Oh my god! So quick. You're funny!"

I place my towel down and sit. She keeps laughing.

"Jesus, I'm tearing up."

She wipes her tears and stands up. She picks up a long summer dress and puts it on. It looks transparent, but it is hard to tell. She sits down and looks at me.

"This old bag of bones is getting cold. Where were we?"

"I don't think you're old."

"How old do you think I am? Be honest!"

"I don't know. 70? But you still look great."

"Ha ha! C'mon, I'm going to piss myself!"

Her face is really beautiful when she smiles. Much better than her serious expression moments ago. She continues.

"I'm fifty-four."

"I don't mind."

"Oh, we have another pervert. Do you like MILFs?"

Another bold remark from her. I assume I will hear lots of those tonight.

"Yes, if they're as beautiful as you."

"Oh, not just a pervert, but also a romantic soul."

I smile, blush and look down.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Jake."

I extend my arm. She doesn't shake and she doesn't introduce herself. That's odd. Rude?

"Well, Jake. I kind of like you. How would you impress a woman like me?"

"I don't know what kind of woman you are."

"Fair. Let's say you meet me for the first time. You're out on a beach and I pass by you and invite you for a conversation."

"Fair. I say my dentures are secured now."

"Ha ha! Yes. That's one way. I like humor. But making jokes all night will not make my pussy wet."

My brain cannot keep up with her.

"Ehm."

"Ha ha! You're blushing. So cute."

She extends her arm, showing me her ring.

"Look, I'm married. Happily. But that doesn't mean I can't flirt. Do you agree?"

"Depends on what your husband thinks."

"He loves it. I tell him everything. He loves that I'm not available to others and they still find me attractive."

"Well, you are attractive, yes."

"Thank you, my love. And I have two sons. One in college, the other married. So I'm a real MILF. I might soon become a GILF. Ha ha!"

I just might have to start flirting.

"I like your toenails."

She wiggles her toes.

"Now we're talking! Are you a feet guy?"

"I am an everything guy."

"Wow. Let's elaborate. What's your worst fetish? The most extreme one?"

"Piss play."

"Oh my. You just reminded me I have to pee."

I grab my bottle and hand it to her. She pushes it away.

"Jake. We're just flirting. You don't really want to mess with me, do you?"

"Why not?"

"I'm married. That's sacred. Besides, if I try to piss into that bottle of yours with the narrow neck, I'm going to ruin my dress and the towel."

"I don't mind."

"Is it getting hot in here? Ha ha! Jake, any other kinks you want to share? I think I'm getting aroused a little."

She crosses her legs. I continue flirting.

"Your turn. What's your most extreme kink?"

"You're trying to be a bad boy, aren't you? I'm not going to reveal my most extreme one to you. Even my husband doesn't know about it. Ha!"

"OK. Something more moderate then."

She tilts her head seductively.

"Guess."

"Also piss play?"

She laughs.

"What's with you and piss? Ha ha! We already covered this one. Guess again."

"Cum play?"

Her eyes light up. She moves her hips and places her hand on her chest.

"Mmm. Delicious one. Yes, I like to play with my husband's cum. Have you ever tried it?"

"Your husband's cum?"

"Ha ha ha! You're crazy! I love this!"

I smile at her. She strokes her breasts gently over the fabric and moves her hand down and touches her crotch. She rests her hand there. I can see her wedding ring.

"Jake, seriously. Have you ever performed cum play with someone?"

"Yes, I did."

"Wow. You're impressing me. Who was the lucky guy?"

"Oh. It was a girl. With my own cum."

"Right. That's more on the vanilla side. Good one, Jake."

"Vanilla or not, it depends on who you ask. It's all in our heads."

She nods. Her hand is tucked between her legs. Occasionally she wiggles her hips.

"How would you make my brain melt? How would you make me cum?"

She looks at me and bites her lip. The tip of her tongue moves across her lips.

"I start with your toes. Sucking every toe, between toes, circling with my tongue. Then I kiss and lick your feet making them completely wet. I cover the insides of your calves with kisses. I kiss and lick the sensitive part behind your knees and move the tip of my tongue across inner thighs until I can touch your pussy with the tip of my nose and inhale the scent of your arousal. I then extend my tongue and move the tip across your outer lips. I raise your legs and move down to meet your anus. Licking it, until I see your pussy completely wet. I slurp up all the juices, tasting you. Then I start focusing on your clitoris. Circling gently around it, observing your body. I place my thumb on your anus, because I want to feel your orgasmic contractions. When you cum, I keep kissing you and licking every drop that you might produce for me."

I pick up my water bottle and drink what's left in it. I maintain eye contact. She sits up and fixes her hair. She looks at the ocean. She appears to be a bit indecisive for a moment. She stands up.

"Jake, wait here."

She walks across the path and over the grass. She enters a changing booth. When she returns, I notice she has something white hidden in her hand. She sits on the towel and looks at me. Her expression is serious.

"Jake. I'll be honest with you. You just melted my brain. I have a proposition for you. If you take this, I'll consider our relationship. Are you interested?"

I'm also aroused. My urges after all these weeks return.

"Yes. I am."

"Good. I am a special woman. If you want to know me better, you will have to accept what I have in my hand. Are you following me?"

"Yes, I understand."

She extends her hand and opens her palm, revealing the panties she just wore minutes ago.

"Jake, take them. Impress me."

I pick up her panties and lay them on my knees. I move the fabric to reveal the strip of shiny moisture on the crotch part. I pick up the panties and smell them. I extend my tongue, lick off the moisture, swallow and talk to her.

"I really love this. Thank you."

She observes me with a subtle smile. I place the fabric into my mouth and suck the remaining moisture. I gently lay her panties on my towel. She quickly picks them up with two fingers like it is some kind of dirty tissue and throws them into her bag. She stands up.

"Jake, follow me."

We walk, following the path to the parking lot. She unlocks her car. A big black SUV. She turns around and looks at me.

"I'm going home."

She opens the glovebox and takes out a card. She hands it to me.

"Come to this address. Today. At ten. Don't be late. Don't be early. No car. On foot. Bye."

She gets in her car, closes the door and drives off. It is a black card with white letters. Just an address. No phone numbers, no names. I put the card in my pocket and look at my phone. It is eight thirty already. I don't have much time. I run across the parking lot, looking for my car. I drive back to my apartment. I take all of my clothes and go to the shower. Fuck! Cold again? I exit the shower. Who am I kidding? She's not going to fuck me, is she? At nine I exit the apartment. She said no car. Checking the map, it is about forty-five minutes on foot. Forty-five for a forty-five-year-old dude. Finally horny again. I might be early. She said, don't be early. I'll just stop somewhere and wait when I get there. I walk through some streets, walkways and paths. Thirty minutes later I arrive at a street with detached houses. What if they have cameras? They call the police if they see a suspicious guy hiding in the bushes. I turn around and plan my route walking in circles to kill some time. At nine fifty-nine I arrive at the address. The gate is open. I enter. There is a nice two-story house with a backyard. Lots of greenery around, bushes and trees. One window is lit. When I approach the main door, the sensor light turns on. I climb three steps and try to ring the bell. The door opens. It is her.

"Hi, Jake! Right on time. Come in!"

I step in. She's wearing a long red sundress. She's barefoot and doesn't have her hair down. It's tied up in a bun. I admire her bare neck and beautiful face. She is wearing red lipstick. She closes and locks the door. The house smells nice. Subtle scent of a fragrant oil. We enter another room. There is a big dining table. The room has some cabinets and a kitchen sink. I don't see the actual kitchen though. There is another closed door across the room.

"Jake, please sit."

She sits across from me. In the middle of the table there is a blank sheet of paper and a pencil.

"I'm happy that you're here. Are you nervous?"

"No."

"Just a little?"

I smile.

"I'm scared as shit!"

"Ha ha!"

Damn. Her gorgeous smile.

"You have a nice house."

"Mhm. I really appreciate that you are here. This is our home. My husband is away. He's on a business trip."

"Yeah. I have done a few of those."

"What do you do?"

I tell her about my work and my life. She stands up and opens a cabinet. She places two glasses on the table. She takes a big glass pitcher and pours water into the glasses. We continue talking for about an hour. She refills the pitcher and looks at me.

"Jake, you do have time, don't you?"

"Yes. I'm not in a hurry. My landlord is a jerk. I don't even have hot water. Jesus."

"I'm sorry to hear this. You can take a shower here if you feel dirty."

"That's very kind."

"I can put on some rubber gloves and scrub your back if you want."

She takes a pencil and plays with it by putting it in her mouth and looking at me seductively.

"I can't. You're married."

"I'll have my rubber gloves on. I'm not going to touch you. And you're not going to touch me. There will be no skin contact. My husband allows this."

My heart starts beating faster.

"Jake, you liked my grool, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"You accept me. You adore me. Let me introduce myself. I'm Madame Elena."

She flips the paper and hands it to me.

"Read it. Take your time before you make any decisions."

I pick up the paper. It's a contract.

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Dominatrix: Madame Elena

Subject's age: _______________

Subject's first name: _______________

Subject's last name: _______________

Subject's address: _______________

Subject's phone number: _______________

SAFE WORD: _______________

(uppercase letters only!)

Both the Dominatrix and the subject agree on the following rules:

- The Dominatrix is the sole decision maker in all of the sessions.

- The Dominatrix decides the time and place of every session.

- The Dominatrix can stop any session at any time.

- The Dominatrix can terminate the contract at any time.

- The Dominatrix must describe the act clearly before performing it on the

subject.

- The Dominatrix can use any number of her subjects in any session.

- The Subject must obey.

- The Subject must not speak, except to say the safe word.

- The Subject must answer every question given by the Dominatrix.

- The Subject must not touch the Dominatrix, unless allowed to do so.

- If the subject says the safe word, the Dominatrix must stop and end the

session.

- If the subject cannot talk but tries to, the Dominatrix must stop and end the

session.

- If any of the above rules are broken, the Dominatrix must end and stop the

session. The contract must be terminated.

Date: _______________

Dominatrix's signature: _______________

Subject's signature: _______________

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I place the contract on the table. Madame Elena hands me a pencil.

"Take it into your mouth."

"What?"

"The pencil. I had it in my mouth. Now taste me."

I look at the pencil. I see a trace of her lipstick at the top. I take it into my mouth and suck on it, making sure it is clean.

"Good boy. I think you're ready to fill out the contract."

I fill out every field for the subject and sign it. I slide the paper across the table. She looks at it. Then she looks at me with a concerned expression.

"You are forty-five?"

"Yes."

"Stay here."

She stands up and exits the room. I can hear muffled voices in the other room. When the voices stop, she returns.

"It was just my neighbor. Right, where were we? Ah, yes! Safe word. SUNFLOWER? I knew you're a romantic soul. Now, very important. After I sign this contract, you must not speak. Not a single word. You can exhale, you can moan. But no talking. Understand?"

"I understand."

I hand her the pencil. She looks at me.

"No, Jake. You used it. Throw it in the bin!"

I look around. There's a bin in the corner of the room. I stand up and throw out the pencil. I turn around. She signs the contract with another pencil. I try to sit down. She interrupts me.

"Stop. Step away."

I take one step back from the table. She stands up and picks up the contract. She walks across the room, unlocks the other door and opens it.

"Get in."

I enter a dark room. She follows and turns on the lights. She closes and locks the door behind her. The room is spacious. There is another white door on the right. In the left corner, there's a table and a chair. Under the table, there is a normal-sized cardboard box. On the table, there is a massive black box, almost like a chest.

"Stand in the middle of the room. Let me take a good look at you."

I walk to the middle of the room.

"Turn around."

As I turn around, she continues talking.

"A good-looking boy. I thought I caught a young fella, but old is gold, they say. Do you work out? Answer me."

"Yes."

"Mhm. Nice. Let me see the flesh. Take off all of your clothes."

I start undressing. She takes the cardboard box and places it beside me.

"Put the clothes in the box. You'll get them back later."

While I'm undressing and placing my clothes into the box, she moves the chair, sits on it and looks at me with her legs crossed. I'm completely nude. I feel a bit exposed.

"No tan lines. You're a nudist. I knew you're one of the perverts. Ha ha!"

She moves the chair closer.

"You have a very nice body for a forty-five-year-old male. Fit. Sexy. If I had no husband, I would suck your cock right away. I would beg you for your cum."

I'm slowly getting aroused.

"Someone is waking up. Take it in your hand and lift it. Show me your balls."

I lift the shaft of my penis and expose my ballsack to her. She leans forward, almost like she is about to sniff my balls.

"All nicely shaven. I like it. It looks bigger if shaven. I like insecure boys. Now, turn around and show me your ass. Spread your butt cheeks."

I obey.

"Nice starfish. Good. You can turn around and look at me."

I look her in the eyes.

"I'm not sure what I should do with you. Have you ever wondered how a woman feels when she is fucked? When she is sucking your balls, your cock, swallowing your precum and cum. Have you ever thought about it? Answer me."

"Yes."

"Mmm. Good answer."

She stands up and takes off the top layer of her red dress. She's wearing a transparent robe underneath. I can see her areolas and the shadow of her pubic hair. She sits back on the chair. At this point I am fully erect.

"You are big. Don't touch yourself. I want to see how long it will last."

I keep looking at her face and body. I observe every inch I can see through her robe. Her legs are crossed, though. As if she heard my thoughts, she spreads her legs. I can only see the shadow of her pubic hair through the fabric. I try to bend my knees to get a better view. She crosses her legs again.

"Ha ha! You naughty boy! Do you adore me? Answer me."

"Yes, I adore you."

"From now on, yes I adore you, Madame Elena. Repeat."

"Yes, I adore you, Madame Elena."

"Good boy. So far, so good."

She stands up.

"How big is your penis, now fully erect? Answer me."

"It is 7 inches, Madame Elena."

"Let me check if you're lying."

She walks to the massive box and opens it. She takes out a ruler and approaches me. Her breasts, slightly saggy but full, sway as she walks. I feel my erection getting harder. I feel like she's intentionally helping me.

"Now, hold your beautiful cock horizontally."

I obey and she extends the ruler and places it lightly against my pubic bone. She takes good care not to touch me with her hands.

"Wow. Seven and one-eighth. Impressive. My husband is just under six. You're definitely not going to fuck my ass. Ha ha!"

She returns the ruler to the box. Her movements across the room in the transparent robe tease me. She opens the white door and turns on the light in the other room. It is the bathroom.

"Come here. We need to get nice and clean."

I enter the bathroom. She closes the toilet seat.

"Sit here and wait."

I sit on the toilet seat. She takes off her robe and moves past me. I can feel the air. I look at her and observe her body. She has bushy, untrimmed pubic hair. She isn't wearing perfume, but I can still smell her nice mild scent. Almost like vanilla. She places her robe in an empty basket and enters the shower behind the glass wall. I observe her every move. Her breasts are full, with big areolas and erect nipples. She picks up the shower head and sets the temperature. She starts washing her face, opens her mouth and spits out the water. She picks up a bottle of shower gel and squirts a fair amount over her breasts. She turns off the water and starts soaping her body. She moves her hand down her crotch and starts cleaning her vagina. She spreads her legs, facing me. I can see her labia. She's giving me a show. She reaches her buttocks and pushes her index finger up her anus. She rinses away all the foam. She takes a towel and wipes her face and body, then throws the towel into the basket.

"Now it is your turn. Does your landlord not allow you to shower, you dirty boy?"

She laughs. Following her commands, I enter the shower and start showering. I feel her hands on my back. She's touching me?

"Turn around."

I turn around and notice she is actually wearing big household latex gloves. She starts cleaning me, applying soap. She moves her hands down my back right between my butt cheeks, adding pressure against my anus.

"Relax."

One of her fingers slides in. She pushes in hard, making me move forward.

"Oh, you're a sensitive boy. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

She grabs me by the shoulders and turns me around. She starts applying more soap on my chest. Her hands are firm but gentle. She moves them in circles, massaging my chest and belly, then moves them down my legs. She squats, leans forward and looks me in the eyes.

"Oh, how I wish to suck you off and taste you. I'm so aroused! Do you want me to? Answer me."

"Yes, Madame Elena."

She laughs.

"Madame Elena does NOT suck cocks!"

She slaps my erect cock gently and starts stroking it and lathering it up.

"Do you wanna cum? Do you want to cover my face? Answer me."

"No, Madame Elena. I'm not allowed to."

"Good boy! You're a fast learner."

She stands up.

"You're done. Wash yourself and dry off."

I obey. She looks at herself in the mirror and applies her lipstick. She exits the bathroom.

"Follow me."

I stand in the middle of the room. She is walking around me. We're both completely nude. She gets closer and closer.

"You know the rules. No touching. Show me how strong your mind is. Touch me if you dare!"

I can smell her clean skin. I don't move. She stops at my left side and gets even closer.

"Don't move an inch!"

I can feel something light brushing across my left knuckles. It's subtle. She leans her face forward, her lips almost touching my ear, and whispers. I can feel and smell her breath.

"Do you feel it? Do you feel my bush? Remember, no touching!"

Is she brushing her pubic hair against my fingers? I can't look. If I try, my ear and cheek will touch her lips. She's torturing me. I want her! I want her so bad!

She steps away and squats, looking at me from the side.

"Your cock is beautiful! Too bad you're just my slut. Do you want to be my slut? Answer me."

"Yes, Madame Elena."

"Don't move!"

She unlocks the main door and exits. She returns with a glass and the big pitcher full of water. She pours the water into the glass and starts drinking it. While doing so, she moves her other hand across her breasts, squeezes them and grabs herself by the crotch. She licks her fingers.

"Mmm. I'm so wet. I need to rehydrate myself."

She drinks another glass of water and puts it on the table. She opens the box. She turns around and I see three different dildos in her hand. She approaches me and starts comparing them with my erect penis.

"I think this is your size. It's just a little bit thicker. It's going to do the job."

She returns the other two dildos to the box.

"Look at it. Isn't it lovely?"

The dildo looks realistic. With veins and balls. It has a suction cup. She goes into the bathroom and cleans it.

"Take a chair and sit."

I obey. She stands in front of me and starts licking the dildo. She applies her saliva and starts sucking it, getting it deeper and deeper. She is deepthroating it with ease. Slime and bubbles start forming around its balls and drip over her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. She intentionally makes loud sounds, moaning, slurping and spitting. She stops. Her saliva oozes out of her mouth, her breasts now completely covered. The dildo is completely soaked, covered in slime that drips over her hand to the linoleum floor.

"Look what you have done to me, you slut! Show me your palms."

I turn my hands, showing her the palms. She places the dildo on them. I can feel her slime on my hands. She steps forward and spreads her legs.

"Open your mouth and tilt your head back."

I do it and she comes closer, our noses almost touching. She whispers and I can feel her breath in my mouth.

"Do you adore me? Do you want to taste my spit? Answer me."

"Yes, Madame Elena."

She spits in my mouth.

"Swallow it, slut!"

I swallow. She spits again, now on my lips.

"Lick it off and swallow!"

I do it. I'm intoxicated by now. I'm ready to accept anything she offers.

"Now, clean up the dildo! Lick and swallow everything. Show me what a big slut you are. Show me how you adore me."

I obey. I lick her saliva and the slimy residue off every part of the dildo. I taste it, the mixture of her spit and lipstick aroma. I swallow it. This sends electric sensations into my rock-hard penis.

"Mmm. You love it. I can see your precum. Don't make a mess though!"

She returns to the table and takes a box of surgical latex gloves. She puts on a pair and grabs the dildo from my hands. She enters the bathroom, cleans the dildo and attaches it to the floor in front of me.

"Because you are a good slut, I will allow you to do something. You can imagine yourself fucking me."

She squats over the clean dildo and moves her labia across its head. I can see strands of her juices covering its head. She squats down and the dildo enters her. She starts moving up and down. I can see her muscles tense and her spit-covered breasts bounce. She stands up, her legs are shaking.

"Wow! You almost made me cum."

She bends over and spits on the dildo. She picks it up and wipes some leftover residue off the floor and spreads it over the dildo.

"Show me your palms. You know exactly what to do. Adore me, you slut!"

She places the dildo into my palms. Yes, I know exactly what to do. I am her slut. I know that now. Tasting her liquids, her arousal, off the dildo she just rode is something I can't really describe. It's not degrading. It's intimate. It is the only way I can show love to her. I'm done. My mouth is almost satisfied. My brain is drunk.

"You make me so happy, slut! This is fun. Let's see how much more fun I can have. I want to know how far you can go."

I can go as far as I can. With my current mindset, she can do whatever she wants. I could just die here for all I care.