Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 2

The Women of '77 Changed My Life.

Based on
a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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Discrete Services.

"Wait;
Mrs. Bateman; she paid to have sex with me?"

"Yes,
Todd."

"I
don't believe it; She's beautiful, I'd have fucked her for free! Any guy
would!"

"True,
but she's married and discretion is of vital importance. That is half of what
she's paying for. A great fuck is the other half. And she said it was worth
every penny. In fact she wants to come back next Friday, same time."

As I stood
there trying to come to grips with this revelation, Mrs. Bateman knelt on the
bed, her face pressed into the wet sheets. She inhaled the scent and moaned. I
glanced over and saw far enough under her skirt to see she was wearing thigh
high stockings rather than pantyhose. I stepped closer and lifted her skirt.
She was panty-less. I touched her pussy and found she was very wet.

Management Appreciation.

"God,
Mrs. Bateman, your pussy is soaking wet! Would you like me to fuck it?" I
said playfully.

"Would
you, Todd? That would be so nice."

I fucked her
from behind as she cooed encouragement.

"Oh,
that's so good Todd. You have such a big cock. You really are such a nice boy.
Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me good. Oh yes."

Despite the
vigorous sex with Diane, I had no trouble getting stiff for my mentor, which is
what I realized she was. And I was thoroughly enjoying fucking her. Holding her
hips and thrusting into her was nice and I could watch my cock sliding in and
out. I could see her pussy stretching to accept my cock and when I pulled back,
it was covered in her wetness.

"Spank
me, Todd."

"What?"

"Spank
me!" she said more forcefully. "Spank my ass with your palm."

I did and
she swore.

"Harder!"

I smacked her
and she yelped.

"Yes!
That's it! Again! Yes! Not too hard and not too often, okay? You start with a
small, light smack and wait to see if she likes it. God, you feel good. Okay, slow
it down a bit. That's it, that's it; Yes; Now, I want you to pull out and then
press it in slowly. Oh yes, just like that. No, don't shove it in, just ease
the tip in; and out; and in...Oh yes, that good. Keep that up for a bit."

This felt
incredible! The sensation of repeated penetration was amazing but the
stimulation was going to make me cum.

"I'm
going to cum, Mrs. Bateman!"

She turned
and faced me, grabbing my cock and thrusting it into her mouth and her hands
stroked and caressed me. I shot my load into her mouth as she locked her eyes
with mine. It was wild, cumming as I stared into her eyes. This time when she'd
drained me, she leaned back a bit lifting and cradling her tits. She opened her
mouth. Cum flowed over her lips, down her chin, and dripped onto her tits. As I
watched she played with it. She ran her fingers through it and then rubbed it
into her skin like lotion. And she was smiling wickedly the whole time.

We showered,
put on robes, and had dinner. Later I changed and went home to await Mom's
nightly check-in. After that, I returned to Mrs. Bateman's and we slept in her
bed. No sex, just cuddling, kissing, and talking. And it was wonderful.

The next
morning I awoke with my typical morning woodie and my first thought was to try
and fuck the woman sleeping next to me. However she had other ideas and gave me
my first titty-fuck. She sucked my cock a bit, licked it up and down, then
wrapped her titties around it and stroked. It was fun. Then she laid down and I
straddled her, placing my cock between her tits which she then pressed
together. As I thrust back and forth she giggled and encouraged me. In a few
minutes I came. She grasped my cock, closed her eyes, and directed my spurts of
cum to completely cover her face. She then rubbed it around and even licked and
swallowed some. She forced her eyes open and stumbled to the dresser mirror.
Looking at her image she laughed.

"God,
that's a lot of cum!" she giggled. "It's weird I know, but I love it
so!" She washed her face and shooed me off.

A little
later as we ate breakfast she said,

"You
and I are not fucking today. You need to rest up for this evening."

"Why?"

Sue's Asian Erotics.

"You
have another client coming over."

"Oh?"
I said, my eyebrows raising.

That
afternoon I went to service the Caddy and when I returned there was another car
there. I went in, they were again sitting in the living room.

"Good!
You're here, come on in," she gestured at the other woman, "This is
Sue."

I noticed
she did not elaborate, no last name given. "Sue, this is Todd."

Sue looked
at me and smiled, "Hello Todd."

I smiled,
"Hello."

Sue was
Japanese and it was difficult to guess her age but she had to be in her late
thirties or early forties. She was pretty and wore her black hair long and
gathered in the back. She had a nice smile and her dark eyes were obviously
sizing me up. It felt awkward. Finally she stood and approached me. I stood
still as she circled me, one hand gently gliding across my chest, then my back.

Sue was
probably 5'3". She had a rather petite figure but possessed an air of
sophistication and authority. She was wearing a dark blue dress.

"Yes, I
believe he'll do." she said, then paused and looked at me again. "He
understands what; is required? This is all discrete of course;"

"Of
course," Mrs. Bateman replied and fixed me with an icy stare. "He has
far too much to lose."

Sue nodded
and headed for the stairs. Mrs. Bateman put her arm around me and kissed my
neck.

"Okay
Todd, this is going to be a little different. Sue has fantasies. Many women do.
Her's is being taken. Not raped, but you must use a little force to overcome
her reluctance. Nothing brutal or violent. She will resist a little and you
press on, ignoring it. But if she says 'No' or 'Stop', by god you'd better stop
immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yeah,
I think so. She wants to pretend to resist but really wants it."

"Yes."

Nervously I
went upstairs and knocked on the guest room door. It opened and I stepped in.
Sue closed the door behind me and I heard it lock. She had removed the dress and
draped it across the chair. Now she wore a small silky white camisole and
panties (I would later learn they were called tap panties and resembled running
shorts). She said nothing but walked slowly around and climbed onto the bed.
Nervously, I began to strip.

It wasn't
until I was naked and turned to face that she spoke.

"Olivia
was right! You are big!" she said as she reached out to grasp my swelling
cock.

I moaned as
she squeezed and tugged gently. She rose onto her knees and we kissed. She
moved her head from side to side and her kisses grew more intense. I slipped my
hands under her camisole but she pushed them away.

"Not
yet!"

"Okay,
no rush." I said and she backed away.

"You
know what to do? What I want?"

"Yes,
Mrs. Bateman explained."

She closed her
eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay,
begin."

I rose from
the bed and walked towards her. Sue turned and faced the wall. I reached out
and gripped her shoulders, she flinched and said something in Japanese. I pulled
her to me and she resisted. I wrapped my arms about her and kissed her neck.
Sue repeated the word, it sounded like 'bango', but short and harsh. I began to
slide my hands down and around her waist, she kept her arms clenched tightly
over her chest. I kissed the other side of her neck and my kisses slowly
climbed up into her hair, behind her ear. I whispered.

"I want
you; you are so beautiful; give yourself to me, please;"

Sue muttered
something I couldn't understand. I slid my hands around, onto her belly, my
left moved up, under her camisole until her arms stopped me just below her
breasts. My right then slid down into her panties.

She said
something like "Shinaide kudasai;" and tried to pull away.

I leaned
into her and pressed her against the wall. My hand had reached her mound and I
felt her fur. Sue dropped one hand to grasp my wrist. My left hand slid up
until it cupped her right breast. It was small but firm and she gasped. I
pushed further with my right hand and my fingers found and explored her folds.
She whimpered and mumbled words I couldn't make out. I continued to kiss her
neck and ear. I continued to gently rub her pussy but didn't try to penetrate
her for another minute or two.

Slipping my
hands free I grasped her shoulders and spun her around. I held her head in both
hands and kissed her. She resisted, but only after a moment, turning her head.
I then kissed that side of her face, her neck and shoulder. Her chin rose as
she mumbled something at the ceiling. I kissed her exposed throat and she
seemed to tremble a little. I kissed further down her throat to her chest, as
far as the camisole . My hand sliding down to her waist, over her hips and onto
her thighs.

 

 

Then, very
slowly, my kisses rose upwards to her throat and mouth. This time when I kissed
her lips she didn't resist. She didn't part