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Dottie never dressed in a flattering way, but that made no difference to me. I wanted to reach into those khaki slacks to rub her flabby belly. I wanted to peel off her polo shirt and suck her sagging tits while running my hands through her short, grey hair.
We sat across her kitchen table from each other sipping tea. She was 20 years my senior, but I could see in her slightly bloated features the traces of a young, ravishing face. Her eyes sparkled. It was our third cup of tea.
Taking a sip I then cast my gaze to the bookshelf behind her, titles that announced her interests in computer programming, complex chemistry and biology. Between her good looks and her imposing intelligence, my dick was half hard, as it usually was when I visited Dottie Saturday nights. Never once had she sent a signal that she was interested in sex with me, but I visited my neighbor often in the evening, settling for the unfulfilled sexual tension, her beauty and no-nonsense brain, her repeated hint that I might politely stay or go in the words, “Would you like some more tea?”
It was getting late, late, so I sadly declined another cup, resigning myself to walk back home around the corner where I planned to go into the bathroom, face the shower, yank down my pants and watch my own pecker as I dryly jerked out a little cum. “I need to keep to a sleep schedule,” I mumbled, pushing my teacup an inch away from me. I thought about my boring, frustrating walk home in our boring, frustrating subdivision.
“Okay,” she smiled and walked me to the front door. I opened it, and then I heard words that I never thought I’d hear from her. “You don’t have to leave, you know.” The thrill I felt stung both my heart and the tip of my penis. “Oh?” I said, that one syllable containing a vibration of nerves.
“Come on back to the kitchen,” she said, “There’s always time for one more cup of tea.” I protested that it was getting late. “Nonsense,” she said. There was a little steel in the word. What else was I going to do but go back and have some tea? I walked on weak knees back to the table and took my seat. Dottie went behind the kitchen counter where she busied herself making more tea. It didn’t take long.
“I think you’ll like this. It’s chrysanthemum tea.”
“Chrysanthemum? Really?” I took a sip. It was very bitter.
Dottie settled back in her chair, not drinking herself, smiling, her hands folded under her breasts. “I appreciate our little visits,” she said. I looked into her eyes. Something seemed… deep about them. “Of course,” she continued, “I am very busy with computer engineering and my chemistry, though that’s just a hobby. Escort bayan I don’t want for things to do to keep me from feeling bored or even lonely.”
Her eyes narrowed for a second. My head tilted. The whole world seemed to be Dottie’s face. I tried to take another sip of tea, but my arm felt too heavy to move. “Of course, most men would have made it clear they wanted to fuck me by now. Not you, though.” It occurred to me as my head began to tilt that I had been drugged.
My eyes closed. A disembodied voice said, “That intrigues me about you.”
It felt breezy, goosebumps all over my body. I made an effort to lift my head and then to open my eyes. I saw the blurred titles on Dottie’s kitchen bookshelf. Then I tried to look around.
“You’re awake,” Dottie’s voice announced from somewhere in a fog. I saw her. She stood wearing a mauve and grey striped corset that accentuated her small pot belly, supported her bared breasts and managed to point her nipples forward. She carried a silver tray. I ogled her grey bush though a thin fog.
“Wow,” I managed to mumble. The chill on my skin intensified, and my vision focused.
“It wears off quickly. Soon you’ll be yourself.” She set the tray down in front of me. On it lay a bottle, a surgical rubber tubing, some cotton swabs and two gleaming hypodermic syringes. A little alarm bell seemed to go off in my head and I tried to stand up, but it was as if I was glued to the kitchen chair. I began to look around frantically.
I had been stripped, and I was tied to the chair. Vainly, my body struggled some more. I felt the need to get away, to get some clothes on, but my pecker was starting to stand up.
“Don’t struggle, John,” she said and straddled my legs and sat on my lap. “Shhh. Shush.” My hard cock pressed against the front of her coarse pubic hair. She rubbed her supported nipples on my face. “Here, nuzzle these. Hush.” My lips began to caress one of them. It was so soft and sweet. The drug had already worn off, but I felt I entered a brand new dream or the fulfillment of one that I had dreamed for over a year of visiting Dottie.
“She stroked my cock once, and I thought I would cum just from that gesture. “I love men and their erections,” she said, “even your little one. And I love watching men have orgasms. But it’s not time for you to have either and orgasm or an erection.”
She stood up and turned toward the tray on the table. Her ass was mid-sized, showing some collapse from age. I wanted to lick it. She turned around stretching the rubber tubing. “Let’s find a vein.”
“Wait a minute! What?” I was aware Bayan escort of my erection as she crisply wound the tourniquet onto my left arm. Then she swabbed it with something cold. “What are you doing?” I was so turned on.
She picked up a hypo and said, “This is a medication of my own devising. Don’t think of it as losing an erection.” She jabbed the needle into my forearm. “Think of it as preparation for something else.” Dottie released the tourniquet, and almost immediately my boner fell and shrank. Even without a boner, even in my humiliation and fear, I wanted to be loose from the bondage and able to worship her. I stared dumbly at her. Maybe I drooled.
Dottie hopped up on the counter and spread her legs. She had shaved around her lips. Her right hand began to caress them. “You look kind of cute,” she said, “but you don’t get any vagina. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.” She smiled and began rubbing around her clit, making the grey bush above it move in sync. How I wanted to eat that pussy!
“You’ll get something eventually,” she teased, “but you’ll have to work for it. Mike? Come in please.”
A naked man, about Dottie’s age, stepped into the kitchen. He had skinny arms and legs attached to a beer gut. His head was bald with a double chin. Rising from his crotch was eight inches of veined, hairy cock.
“Now there’s an erection,” Dottie said, inserting two fingers into her vagina with a squishing sound. “John, meet Mike. Mike, say hello to John.” Mike walked up to me until he straddled over my legs, his enormous pecker wafting in my face. “Now, Mike, insert your penis in John’s mouth.”
Mike grabbed my head and shoved his crotch at me. I averted my face toward Dottie, my eyes pleading to her that I wouldn’t have to suck this cock.
“Oh, come on, John. Don’t tell me you haven’t sucked cock. Overly polite men like you always have.” Mike rubbed his purple glans across my lips. I resisted more.
“Oh, don’t be such a bore, John. Look at it this way. You’ll never get out of that chair unless you suck Mike’s cock until he cums.” I resisted more. His hairy balls rubbed my cheek. I was aware of the part of me that loved sucking cock, the part that wondered what it would be like to suck off this ugly old bastard.
“And look at it this way,” said Dottie, beginning to rub her clit in earnest, “When you finish, I’ll give you a reward.”
Well, that was all she had to say. I moved my mouth toward the giant, gross pecker and opened wide. I was used to cocks this big, and it managed to get past my tonsils without me gagging.
“Good! Is he good, Mike?”
“He’s Escort okay,” Mike gasped. Then I gobbled his pole for all I was worth, sucking his shaft from the crown to the last bristly inch at the base. I sucked that cock as if by doing so I was also eating Dottie’s pussy, as if Mike’s cumming would be the same as Dottie’s cumming. I ran my tongue over his veins and popped his rough scrotum in my mouth, then returned to his cock. He was humping now, my mouth and his cock finding a rhythm. Saliva ran off my lower lip and dribbled off my chin.
“Suck his cock!” groaned Dottie. My eyes were fixed on Mike’s stomach, but in my peripheral vision I sensed Dottie had pulled out a tit and was playing with it. Mike’s dick got slicker and slicker. Pre-cum! We were in the final stretch, the end of his cock getting harder and slicker. His cock plunged into my mouth and stopped cold. I swallowed the first three spurts of jism, then he pulled out and ejaculated all over my face. Cum ran down my neck onto my chest.
Mike staggered back and wiped an eye. Dottie clapped, “Well done! Well done, both of you! Mike, you can go home now.”
“Sure, Dottie. See you at church,” he said, and he took his ugly, naked body out of the room.
“Well,” said Dottie, rearranging her breasts for maximum support at the top of her corset, “How did you like that?”
“It was horrible,” I lied.
“But you did a good job sucking cock, so you get your reward.”
“”Are… are you going to untie me?” I asked, imagining taking off her corset and getting to worship her mature body at last.
“Not just yet.” She hopped off the kitchen counter and prepared me for another injection.
“No,” I said, this time really pleading. “Not again. What are you doing?”
She tapped a vein standing out on my arm with her fingers, then injected the second hypo. “Oh, you’re going to like this.” She looked into my eyes. With one jerk she undid the tourniquet, then stepped back.
My cock, which had felt dead after the first injection, began to tingle and swell at once. Dottie smiled. Before I knew it, my dick wasn’t just hard, it was harder than it ever was before.
“There’s a little more size,” Dottie said.
Harder. Harder. I started gasping. My asshole started puckering. “Oh, fuck… jeez,,, fuck!” My cock began heaving over and over again. My head lagged to one side. My mind went blank even as profanity spewed from my cocksucker’s mouth. Next thing I was aware,of was the sound of my semen spattering on the silver tray in front of me as my whole body strained in its bonds. Over and over again I ejaculated in my medically-induced orgasm until I nearly lost consciousness for the second time that evening.
Next thing I know, Dottie is behind me, loosening my ropes.
“There’s some paper towel for you to clean up. Then you better get dressed and go home. See you next Saturday night.”