Grant nervously walks up to the house. His Mom’s aerobic instructor apparently missed the last two night classes, so his mother’s sent him to figure out what’s going on and make sure she’s okay. He’s even armed with cookies.
He rubs his hand through his dark hair before knocking on the door. He passes from foot to foot before the door opens. He expected some old woman with sagging skin, a big belly, and maybe even a cane. His mom had said that the woman was older than him, but that’s not who he finds waiting for him on the other side of the door.
Grant just stares at her. Her bleached blonde hair is piled in a thick pony with some tendrils waving around her face. Her throat and face have some wrinkles, but she’s gorgeous, like a model aging naturally. Her full pink lips, easy smile, her blue eyes drinking him in from behind smoky eye make, not to mention her curves.
She might be a little more than fifty, but she’s got full breasts that push up into cleavage from under her tank top, a slim waist, and full hips. Her thighs are tight and muscular and she looks fresh in the late afternoon light.
“And you are?” She asks, leaning against the door frame.
“Grant. I’m Anna’s son. She was worried about you … cookies?” he asks, offering them up. “They’re keto.”
She looks from him to the cookies and smiles slightly. “Aren’t you a good puppy, delivering for your mom. Do you like taking orders?”
“What?”
“It’s a simple question, pup. Do I need to put a collar on you and make you bark instead?” She teases, leaning forward and looking him over again. The new angle lets him see nearly half of her full breasts. “Come on, speak.”
“I um, I’m just the messenger, though,” he whispers.
She licks over her bottom lip and cocks her head to the side. “Is that all you want to be?”
“In life – no,” he answers slowly.
She nods once and holds up a finger. After a second, she returns with a business card, but flips it over to show the other side. “It’s my personal number. If you want a private lesson, come back or text me.”
“A workout lesson?” He asks.
“You’ll be doing plenty of cardio if you’re a good boy,” she says before taking the cookies and arching an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a start.
“It’s not ‘ma’am’, puppy. It’s Paige. For now anyway, we’ll see what you call me when you come over again,” she teases.
Grant heads home, but keeps thinking about that over and over again. After two days, his curiosity gets the best of him. He can’t handle not knowing what she meant. Not to mention, she’s been haunting his thoughts and his jerk off sessions.
He’s almost twenty. He shouldn’t be lusting after some fifty-five year old, but her confidence, her body, the way she took control of the situation, it’s an instant turn on. He can’t forget Paige, even if he should.
So, that weekend, when his mom is out with friends, he goes over to Paige’s. He knocks twice, starts overthinking it, but then she answers the door, lightly sweaty, wearing biking shorts that barely cover her ass and a spandex shirt that’s unzipped down to half way down her tits. She looks him over and smirks.
“Eager for some training, puppy?” She asks while calming her panting breaths.
She’s a walking wet dream, a goddess no matter her age. He licks over his bottom lip. “I don’t know … what that means.”
“You’re so innocent,” she says with a light laugh. She grabs his shirt and leads him inside. “Shut the door behind you, Grant.”
He does it obediently and she pushes him onto the couch. “Sit.”
He sits properly and she smiles. “Good boy. Your training is simple. You’re going to obey every word I say like an obedient pet. As long as you obey, everything will be fine, if you don’t, I’ll have to roll up a newspaper and spank your ass.”
“But Paige-”
“Oh, no. You’re going to call me ‘mistress’ and nothing else or I’ll have to punish you,” she says before flicking his nose.
He jerks back in surprise. No one has ever flicked his nose before. He rubs it as a touch of humiliation sets in. Flirting with an older woman is already going to get him laughed at by his friends. Her dominating him, punishing him like this, treating him like a pet, all of that is just going to make it worse. He’ll never be able to talk about this with his buddies.
She arches an eyebrow. “Speak, Grant.”
“Yes … mistress,” he answers slowly.
“See how easy it is to be good?” she asks and unzips her shirt a little further. “How long did it take you to decide to come back?”
“Not very long,” he admits.
She zips her shirt up further and flicks him on the nose. The sting is nothing compared to the humiliation. She tsks. “You didn’t say ‘mistress,’ Grant. That’s not being good.”
“But-”
“Bark,” she orders.
He stares at her as his cheeks flush. He gives in and barks softly. She nods. “Look at that, inside voice and all.”
She walks closer and strokes his head. She grins when he leans into her hand. “Awe, look at that. My puppy likes to be pet. Is this all you want? Having your head rubbed?”
“No, mistress, I … I want-”
“You want to please me like a good dog. So show me how much you want me,” she says as she backs away and takes off her shirt.
Paige tosses her shirt to the side, revealing a sports bra that zips up the front. She teases that zipper and arches an eyebrow. “How does a puppy great it’s owner when the owner gets home. Show me.”
Grant swallows the humiliation, but he can’t stop himself from dropping to his hands and knees on the floor. She nods to him, her lips stretching into a smile. He wants to be good, to earn a reward. At the same time, though, he has to have some pride, right?
Paige snaps her shorts against her hip, revealing the thin strap of her thong over her hip. His mouth waters. He eagerly crawls forward.
“I don’t see any tail wagging,” she chides.
He wiggles his ass as his face burns. He’s humiliated, overwhelmed, and turned on at the same time. He crawls to her leg and rubs his face against her calf, then paws her thighs.
“Come on, no barking or whining or anything? I’ve had more loving cats,” she huffs, crossing her arms just under her breasts, pushing them up until he’s practically drooling just looking at her.
He whimpers and barks softly, licking at her belly as his ass wags back and forth. He keeps pawing her toned, thighs, feeling her softer than soft skin under his palms.
She pats his head. “What a good boy. Such a sweet puppy.”
He keeps circling her legs, liking her thighs, kissing her legs, pawing at her and eagerly touching and licking wherever he can reach until her bra falls to the floor. Her full breasts spill out. They’re not perky, but their attractive as hell.
He stares at her.
“Sit,” she orders.
He sits like a dog, his hands resting on the floor. He watches her and swallows hard as he feels himself harden. He’s never gotten hard from being embarrassed before. It’s new, but at least he’s hard. That’s a good sign.
“Well look at that,” she hums. “My puppy is very well endowed. Look at how excited he is for his mistress.”
She leans down and rubs over his cock through his sweats. She moans. “I love sweatpants on a guy.”
He moans and moves his hands behind him, happily accepting her hand circling his cock. He bites his bottom lip as she keeps rubbing his cock.
“So this is how my puppy wants to be pet. Look at that,” she pulls his sweats down and his cock pops up. He knows it’s big. A solid ten inches and thick. He might be average looking, but he’s above average where it counts. She pats his cock so he flinches. “Look at you, already shiny with precum. It’s like you’re a virgin. I bet you’re the only one who touches that meaty cock.”
“Mistress, I-”
She steps on his cock lightly, rubbing the ball of her foot over his length. “I don’t know if it’s quite good enough for me though. I need someone who has some endurance and knows how to impress.”
“I can, Mistress. I can handle you and impress you,” he promises eagerly, lifting his hips against her foot.
God, he’s so pathetic that he’s actually rubbing himself against a foot! How sad is that? How humiliating is that? He’s with the hottest woman that he’s ever seen and he won’t be able to tell anyone about it because he’ll be blushing the whole time.
“What a springy cock. I have a feeling it doesn’t last long though. I bet you’re so desperate, little pup, that you’ll come for my foot stepping on your cock.” To prove it, she pushes down on his cock harder, so it’s sandwiched between the floor and her foot. It’s almost painful, but not painful at the same time. He whines anyway and she laughs. “Definitely a puppy.”
“Please,” he whimpers, not sure what else to do to get her to give him more.
She leans over to push her tits in his face while stepping harder on his cock, not enough to hurt him, but enough to scare him. He whimpers and tries to pull away, making her laugh. “What, my tits aren’t good enough for you? You’ll lick my legs, but not my boobs?”
Grant moves forward to do just that, but she pulls back. “Too slow. Beg.”
“Please? Please, Mistress. Let me please you, earn you,” he begs.
“Keep going. Convince me,” she insists.
“Y…” All of this is so new. He’s had sex before and even done some dirty talk, but he’s never had to beg. He’s never had his cock stepped on. He’s never been called a puppy or worked so hard for sex. “You’re a goddess and I want to worship you. I want to use my tongue on every inch of you.”
“Start,” she encourages. “With my feet.”
He hesitates, but adjusts, freeing his cock, then licks her feet. He carefully licks up the front of her legs, all the way to where her shorts sit, so close to her pussy. He nuzzles the inside of her thigh, hopelessly filled with lust. He wants her so much.
How is this game making him even more turned on? How is this sexier than being with a college girl? It shouldn’t be. He’s embarrassed that he’s rubbing his face against her crotch and pushing himself up on his knees to lick and kiss her belly, until he gets to his feet and sucks one of her nipples. She moans and strokes through his hair. “That’s a good boy.”
“Let me please you, that’s all I want. I’m aching for you, mistress,” he groans.
“Oh I know. Your cock makes it so obvious. It’s just easier to see how turned on you are. Such a shame I don’t want your cock when your tongue is so nice,” she teases, dragging her shorts down. “Take of my thong with your teeth, puppy. Earn my pussy.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t question it. He drags her thong down with his teeth, leaving it on the floor. She puts her foot on his head. “Show me how much you want my pussy.”
He inhales the smell of her panties and moans. “You smell so good my mouth waters, mistress. Please, my goddess, let me taste you, let me make you moan.”
“If you make me cum with your tongue, I might just see if you know how to use that big cock of yours,” she says.
They stare at one another until Grant eagerly laps at her pussy. He moans as he feels how wet she is, tastes her sweet and salty juices. He keeps flicking his tongue over her clit, then sucks. She moans and rubs his shoulders, massages the back of his neck.
“Just like that. Show me how good that young tongue is,” she encourages. “Show me that you have the stamina I need.”
He moans and grips her ass, pulling her closer as her legs part. He doesn’t care that he’s on his knees, he’s more than happy to feast on her, to give her everything she needs. His hard cock taps his belly, wet with precum, twitching with the need of attention, but he pushes himself further up as his ass wiggles.
“Such a … fuck … such a good, excitable boy. Eat my pussy like you need it to live,” she orders.
He moans and increases the pace of his tongue. He grips her ass, spreading her cheeks so he can lick even more of her. He slips his tongue along her, from entrance to clit over and over, then thrusts his tongue inside her, swirling it around her entrance to taste her even better.
She gasps and bucks against his face. She takes control, riding his tongue as he keeps wiggling it, softening it, then pointing the tip right against her clit until her legs are shaking and she’s moaning about how good he feels, how well he’s doing, what a good boy he is.
The praise spurs him on. He keeps feasting on her, getting sloppy, but not slowing down even when her slickness coats his tongue and lips, even his chin. She finally comes, gripping his head tightly.
He draws back and licks his lips happily, staring up at her as her breasts bounce and her tight belly flexes, showing the faint indent of abs. He waits for her to come down from the high, patient, eager for more praise.
When she looks down at him, he’s panting, so ready to fuck her that his dick actually hurts. He can’t wait anymore. He’s dealt with the humiliation, accepted that it turns him on. He doesn’t love the power dynamic and having to obey when he’d love to toss her in bed and fuck her the way he wants to, but as long as he can have her in some way, he’s not going to complain.
“That’s a good boy. You did a great job and now you want you treat don’t you?” She asks while running her long nails through his hair.
He moans, almost says yes, but licks across his bottom lip again. He can still taste her there. He wiggles slightly, pushing into her hand. “Aren’t you the treat, mistress?”
She laughs. “See how good it feels to behave? To obey?”
She shoves him on his back. “You don’t get to cum until I say so. Prove you can hold out for me, puppy.”
Before he can think, he’s on his back and she’s straddling him. She strokes over his chest, down his belly and to his cock before rubbing her pussy over his length. She wiggles slightly, continuing to tease him with her hot, wet pussy.
“Do you want it, Grant? You want to bury that thick cock deep inside me and see if you can make me come?” She asks.
“Yes, mistress. Please. Please, let me take care of you, fill you, make you come again,” he begs. “I want to see all the power of a goddess like you.”
She moans and slips down his cock an inch. He groans and his eyes flitter shut slightly. How can she feel this good? She slips down another inch, comes up, and keeps up the torture until she’s six inches down. That’s the most that his previous lays could take, but Paige doesn’t stop, she keeps dropping down on him, taking more and more, until she’s sitting on his hips with his cock buried inside her.
He makes a high pitched sound and opens his eyes. He touches her hips. “Amazing, mistress.”
“That’s right, and you’ve earned it. So all you have to do is control yourself. Don’t come until I tell you to,” she orders.
He nods weakly. She holds him down and rides him hard and fast, taking every inch over and over in her dripping wet, hot pussy. He can’t get enough. Every time she comes down on him, she moans and her pussy tightens around him like a vice. God, she feels amazing, so, so amazing.
Every roll of her hips, the way she seems to be able to go endlessly, he needs more. He cups her breasts, pinches her nipples, then drops one hand to rub her clit. She gasps. “Oh yes, yes! Just like that! Such a good boy! Keep going!”
He thrusts up every time she comes down on him, setting himself free. Grant doesn’t have to hold back when it comes to Paige. So he gives her everything, bouncing her on his cock, listening to her moans with satisfaction as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
Just when he’s about to say he can’t take it anymore, she comes, moaning and nearly folding over on him. He thrusts up into her again, then she holds his hips down.
“Down boy, behave,” she pants as she frees herself from his cock. She crawls back and licks up his cock. “I do taste good, don’t I?”
“Yes, mistress,” he moans. “You taste so good, you’re a treat, a goddess, amazing.”
“That’s right. And that’s why you’re going to get to enjoy my mouth. Good boys get rewards,” she says with a purr.
She licks and sucks his cock, her lips spreading around his cock as she goes down more than half way. Grant can’t handle it. Her mouth feels so good. He thrusts deeper and she moans. She blows him like a champ, taking him deep down her throat, sucking and licking his cock in a way that has him dizzy, compliant, and already eager for ‘next time’ whenever it comes.
When she moans and meets his eyes, he almost comes, but she draws back. “You get to come when you count down from ten. Slowly.”
“Ten,” he starts when his cock glides across her tongue and enters her throat.
“Nine,” he says when she moves back up while sucking and swirling her tongue around the head.
The rest of the numbers come quickly as she blows him harder, takes him deeper, works her tongue over him faster. By the time he chokes out ‘one’, he’s so far gone he wouldn’t be able to stop even if he wasn’t allowed.
He thrusts into Paige’s mouth and comes, emptying himself down her throat as she continues sucking and blowing him. When he goes limp, she slowly eases off him, still licking his oversensitive cock, until he feels drained, useless, and more satisfied than he’s ever been. She pats his belly.
“Not bad for such a young one,” Paige says. “Come again next week.”
“I’m sure I will before then,” he sighs.
“No you won’t, puppy. You’re my pet and to stay my pet, you’re going to follow my rules,” she says.
He groans and nods. He’s hopeless and knows it, but he doesn’t care. She’s amazing, can handle him like no one else, and he doesn’t care if that makes him a pet or a puppy. He’s happy to belong to her.
