0 comments/ 19891 views/ 14 favorites The Games the GILF Plays By: milfleglover NOTE: The following story involves sex between a 70-year-old woman and 20-year-old man. It contains scenes of slight female domination, enforced cunnilingus and analingus, snowballing and cream pies. Enjoy. ***** Todd was smitten the second he walked into the convenience store he'd stopped at on his way to the beach. She was beautiful, this alluring older woman with dark hair and streaks of sexy gray pulled into a ponytail, wearing a short shift of floral design exposing her magnificent legs. Todd was a leg man already. At 20, he had a thing for great legs, great legs on older woman and this tall, sinewy beauty more than fit his bill. She was in her 60s, he thought, maybe 70, and he couldn't help think that she would a score of dick-hardening magnitude. The woman stood at the counter, waiting to buy cigarettes, Todd behind her pretending to text but secretly taking a quick video of this woman's sexy lower body. Her feet, gnarled and thick with sexy veins and boasting long, bony red-painted toes, were exquisite. As she shifted from foot to foot, the muscles, thick and pronounced, pushed tight against the freckled, tanned and slightly saggy flesh of her gorgeous calves. A thick tendon ran from her lower thigh through the captivating patchwork of delicately wrinkled flesh behind her knees. His dick was about to burst in his bathing suit, he feared, especially as she leaned on tiptoes over the counter now, helpfully pointing out her brand of cigarettes to the disinterested clerk. Her calves bunched up solid and sweet under that freckled, dark skin, rolling beneath the flesh. He filmed on as she completed her purchase, turning to smile at him as she walked away. Her face was gorgeous, with puckered mouth and crow's feet around her bright blue eyes. He caught a quick glimpse of her neck, wrinkled to be sure, but deliciously so, folds of meaty, lickable flesh on her throat and plunging into the sexy cleavage below where he spied a swimsuit beneath her shift. The beach, he thought. She's going to the beach. The only beach in the area. A members-only beach that his family belonged to. The same one he was about to go to. He watched her walk away, those supple calves flexing in the sun in the parking lot. "Hello? Can I help you?" The clerk was speaking in glum monotone, and Todd's head snapped around to look at him, slapping the pack of gum he held down and peeling a couple of bucks from his wallet. He hurried outside to see the leggy granny pile into her BMW and speed off. He quickly gave chase, his dick throbbing in his pants as with one hand he played the video he'd just recorded, groaning at the sight of those incredible old legs on the small screen of his smart phone. Twenty minutes later, they both pulled into the small lot by the beach, Todd keeping a good distance behind her. He pulled over, waiting, watching her get out, gather her chair and beach bag and walk over the small sand dune to the beach. He drove his car over to park next to hers. It was a slow day, the early summer sun not quite warm enough to draw the throngs it would later. He nervously gathered his gear, walking over the dune. She was far down to the right, far away from the few people down the other end who were near the members' clubhouse and its small café, seating area and shuffleboard courts. Casually, he walked toward her, happy she was facing away, allowing him to remain unnoticed. He set up his chair and blanket about 30 yards from her, and broke out his cell phone. It was a great phone, one of the best, and had a very clear zoom feature which he used to draw her close. Her chair was facing the sun, her back to him, but those long, perfectly muscular old legs extending to the side. She smoked a cigarette, great gray plumes of wispy smoke pushing from her sexy, wrinkled lips. He filmed at length, zooming as close as he could, groaning at the sight of her stately gams on the screen, so long, strong, supple, well formed, shapely and hard. Like he was now, his dick stiff as a board in his trunks. He filmed on and off, returning to it as she moved. And then she stood, stretching in her rather skimpy blue one-piece suit, cut high on the sides. If her calves were captivating, so were her thighs, Todd thought, casually filming the beautiful older woman stretch and bend, the furrows of her hamstring muscles on the backs of her thighs erupting into view. He would cum soon at this rate he thought. She waltzed to the water. She darted in, swimming for a good 20 minutes, testimony to the fantastic shape she seemed to keep herself in. As she emerged, the vision made Todd moan out loud. Her well-preserved body was slick, dripping wet, accentuating every tensed muscle in those legs, her shoulders, her arms. He filmed, dropping the camera to his lap as she walked to her chair, her eyes looking his way. He slipped from his chair to lay on his towel on his back, relaxed, holding the camera up before him to check the masturbatory footage he'd captured. He was always surreptitiously filming GILFS, and this was easily the best material he'd gotten so far. He couldn't wait to get home and jerk off to it. He was hypnotized by the footage, oblivious to all else, not hearing sand-muted footfalls approaching. Something was blocking the ocean waves now, and he realized someone next to him. He dropped the phone to his chest and blinked into the sun, and the figure silhouetted by it. It was the woman in his footage. He sat up nervously, stammering. "Uh...hi?" he said cautiously. "Did you get some good shots young man?" she asked crisply, hands over her ample chest, the bosom pushed up into that thick sexy wrinkly cleavage. Todd froze. He looked straight ahead as she stood to his left. Peripherally, he saw those legs just a foot or so away, tensed as she stood, striated muscles in her calves and thighs flexing as she moved ever so slightly. Her feet looked amazing as he looked down and toward them, long toes painted bright red, alluring and coated with sand. "Uh...sorry?" he said in a very nervous tone. "Young man," she said in a school teacher tone, "I haven't lived this long, all my 70 years, without honing my observational skills." He nearly came in his trunks, his cock stiffer than ever. 70. A magic number. 70. Sexy 70. Drop-dead gorgeous 70. Standing next to him. He'd had sex with horny grannies in their 60s before, but 70 was a new milestone. But as she stood in seeming anger beside him, he knew bedding this beauty was a long shot. He feared he'd have to be content with looking at his phone and jerking off, imagining what actual sex with her would be like. "Ma'am, I don't know..." He started to say. "It's ok, boy, it really is," she said in a much softer tone, and with a slight laugh. "I'm flattered. I'm a widow, you know, and rarely date, so to be...appreciated by a man, even a young one like you, maybe especially a young one like you...well, it's nice." He looked at her, awash in her charm, captivated by her beauty and confidence. "Look, I know you were behind me in that store, and came here...are you a member by the way?" she asked. "I am, and I'm also on the board of directors and we're pretty strict about people coming to our beach..." "Oh, yes, my family...my family is, ma'am," he offered helpfully. "Good," she said, shocking him now as she sat down on the big towel he was on, drawing those amazing legs up and draping her arms over the knees. "As I was saying...did you get good pictures?" "I...I...I..." Todd groaned, looking away. "Look son, it's ok, like I said, I'm flattered," she continued. "It's not every day a handsome young stud like you seems so enamored with me, an old lady..." He blushed. She'd called him handsome. And smiling as she said it. He drew his own legs up to hide the raging boner in his baggy trunks. "You're what, 20 or so?" "Uh...yes, actually I am," he said, adding with gathering bravery. "And you're not...you don't look...you're not old...you're...kinda you know, sexy..." "Fifty years!" she laughed, her head back and exposing that delicious wattle on her neck he was aching to bury his mouth in. "Fifty years older than you! I'd say that makes me an old lady, but sexy? If you say so, son, if you say so. Now, hand that camera phone over!" He did, with trembling hands, turning to look at her as she flicked through the footage, smiling at it, Todd's eyes drinking in every inch of her with the seeming permission she was giving him now by looking at what he'd recorded of her. "Nice legs, huh?" she laughed. "Wow, good tone, good muscle tone in the calves and thighs. Bit wrinkly and saggy here and there...like here, behind my knees..." She pointed. Todd gulped audibly. The area behind her knees was a squiggle of wrinkles, soft flesh, meaty and loose. He loved that part of a woman's legs, and hers was driving him insane. She looked at him looking at her. She leaned back on her hands next to him, pushing her legs flat on the blanket, calves flaring out around her shins, her freckled quad muscles in her lush thighs tensed and noticeable. "Always had good legs," she sighed. "And I run and swim a lot, keeping them in shape. Is it working? Not bad for a grandmother, I AM a grandmother you know, several times over. Do you really like my old granny legs?" "Oh God, YES!" he gushed, all inhibitions lost now as he gazed down at them. She handed him the phone and smiled. "Then film this," she said with a playful smile. He obeyed, turning the phone to those legs as she tensed them up, locking her feet together, the muscles bulging under that exquisitely wrinkly skin. "Got a helluva squeeze," she growled, tensing them more, relocking her feet and making her calves and thighs ripple under the tanned skin. "Always did. I got grandchildren, some about your age. When they get outta hand, I play wrestle 'em, and always make them submit to my legs. I lock 'em in and squeeze and they always cry uncle!" Todd couldn't believe his ears. He kept filming. She stood now and holding onto his beach chair, raised on tip toes. Her calves erupted into muscle, the sexy wrinkles in the crooks of her knees going taut and below that, thick bubbles of steel tapering to her slender ankles. "Good calves, too, huh?" she giggled. "Fuck yes," he heard himself say. "Now, now, language, young man," she scolded. "That's precisely one of the reasons my grandchildren get squeezed in these legs! Naughty language!" She turned to face him as he filmed, smiling. "I think I've been here long enough today, it's not terribly warm, I've had all the sun I need this early in the season," she sighed. "Be a good boy and help me get my stuff together and put it in my car. Now." Her tone was darker now, insistent. He couldn't help but obey, starting to stand but realizing his dick was throbbing and hard in his trunks. He stopped. She cocked her head at him and smiled. "Oh, really?" she laughed. "Can't get up...well, can't stand up I mean, getting up...IT up, seems to be the issue? Right? Am I right?" She stepped close, straddling his legs that were together on the sand. She lifted one foot, smiling at him, wiggling her sandy toes - and plopped it right onto his hard cock. He jumped and tried to pull back, but she put her weight into it now, pressing down. And smiling as she wiggled her sexy old foot onto his dick and balls. "Just as I thought," she sighed. "You young ones, I don't know..." "Oh, God...please...don't...you'll..." Todd groaned, watching the muscular calf of that leg flex and ripple as she worked her foot on his dick, bringing him dangerously close to cumming. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" she cooed, pulling away. "Not before I do, anyway. Now, go get my stuff and be quick about it." He groaned, stood and bent over, shuffling to her spot in the sand, as she laughed watching him do it. He struggled with her chair and bag and came back to get his own, laden with stuff and following her to the lot, never taking his eyes off those legs. Playfully, she pulled up the fabric of the suit bottom, her milk-white butt cheeks flashing into view. It was a perfect ass, he thought, slightly saggy and dimpled but superbly shaped. "Not a bad butt, huh?" she laughed, not looking back. He loaded up her car, and then his, standing in uncomfortable silence as she watched him. She looked over her shoulder to the beach house a few hundred yards away. She smiled. "Follow me," she said with a playful wink. They reached the long, low building and she looked around. Hardly anyone was there, just a worker at the café on one end and a few stragglers on the beach, plus a single lifeguard in his chair with nothing to do. She fished a key from her purse and fit it to a door to a room at the other end of the building. "Member privilege," she said. "I have keys to everything. Including this store room that no one ever uses. This should suffice." "Su...suffice?" Todd asked nervously as she walked inside behind her and she turned to close and lock it, the heat inside stifling and humid from being locked up so long. "Yes, boy, suffice," she said impatiently. She backed him toward one wall, where a large old picnic table was, surrounded by stacked chairs, floats and other beach gear. There was a large louvered and screened window. "Good view from here in case anyone comes walking up," she said, pushing his back against it and pressing into him. "Not that anyone will..." He smelled her scent, her sun tan oil, the cologne she'd used earlier in the day, her sweat, her cigarette smoke, a heady mix of aromas as she pressed to him, taller than his five-foot-six by a couple of inches. His face was at her majestic tits, that cleavage he'd seen earlier. She smiled down at him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling his face to it. He groaned, his cock pressing into her lush, fleshy thighs. "Now then," she cooed, pulling her suit top down and offering him her thick, white tits offset by the tan around, her nipples brown and puffy. "Suckle me. Feed on my breasts, young man..." They both groaned, she tilting her head back as he attacked her gorgeous tits, licking the salty sweat from the fleshy meat of them and suckling her nipples, sucking them hard, running his tongue over them. She pressed forward, freeing his dick by yanking down his shorts. He gasped into the sweaty grip of her huge, meaty tits as she felt her thighs close around his cock. "Oh my GOD!" he cried out, sucking her nipples harder and fighting the urge to cum as her sweat-slicked thigh muscles gripped his cock. She laughed and slowly worked herself back and forth, fucking him with her thighs, the sexy, flaccid flesh of them milking at his dick, the muscle beneath that loose meat tensed and offering a delicious amount of friction. She cupped his hard young ass and worked him into her thighs, back and forth, the top of his stiff dick brushing her hairy pussy beneath her suit. "Feels good, doesn't it, my thighs scissoring your penis like that?" she whispered into his ear, bending to it and slicing her tongue inside. "My goodness, you're leaking fluid into my thighs, nice and slippery isn't it?" Todd was delirious with pleasure now, her thighs slick and tight on his cock, thrusting back and forth as he devoured her milky tits, running his tongue over them and up her neck. He groaned more insistently, lapping and suckling the thick folds of meaty flesh there, ingesting the salty sweat and slapping harder into her clenching thighs. "Very nice, very nice, you paying attention to an old woman's throat like that!" she hummed, her arms around his sucking head, pulling him into the embrace of her sexy wattle. "That's such a sexy thing to do to an older woman...Your tongue feels so good...let's see where else you can use it..." He moaned with disappointment as she pushed off him, cock bobbing wetly before him, and stepped back to slowly peel off her suit. She looked amazing, head to toe, her sexy granny body completely nude. His eyes were drawn to her thatch, a giant, sweaty bushy gray-haired mass. In the furry folds glistened the outrageously thick nub of her clit, oily and engorged. "Please...please..." he begged, looking at her and down at his cock. "Oh, you want an orgasm, is that it?" she laughed, kneeling before him and breathing fire on his trembling dick. "Want this old lady to take that big penis of yours into my mouth...and lick it...suck it...eat up whatever you shoot out?" "GOD YES!" he cried. "I will on one condition," she said, gently wrapping one bony hand around the base, making him jump and nearly shoot from the slight touch. "If you ejaculate in my mouth, I WILL kiss you with it before I let you put it in my...you know what!" Todd blinked looking down. The thought appalled him. But she was so close to it, he was so close to cumming. His mind raced. "You have two minutes, young man," she laughed, pulling her own cell phone from her nearby purse on the dusty floor and keying the stopwatch tab. "Two minutes. If you don't...well, cum, to use the vernacular, if you don't cum in my mouth within two minutes, you get to...to fuck me...to fuck my hairy...wet..pussy..." "OK!" he cried out. The heat was overpowering, not the room heat, but the heat from her mouth as the puckered lips sealed over his dripping cock head, mewing as it did. She looked up at him trembling before him and took him deeper, inch by inch, stroking very slowly up with her hand, using the other to more forcefully knead his bloated balls but only after starting the clock. "Oh...oh, God..." he groaned, knowing he would lose the challenge and face the prospect of kissing her with his cum in her mouth. "Oh...fuck..." She giggled around his dick, washing over it with her long, hot tongue, taking him balls deep now and slowly drawing back, drawing her tongue and teeth gently over the sensitive head. Up and down she went, vacating her mouth with it to stroke it back inside. His balls were aching for release and he nervously watched her and the clock. One minute passed. Ten more seconds, and another ten. A minute and a half. Her head moved quicker, more insistently. That tongue was nuclear hot as it bathed his quivering cock, her bony fingers squeezing his nuts, urging the load from them. She smiled around his dick, working faster. One minute 45, one minute 50. He couldn't take it, especially so as she suddenly wormed a finger into his tight asshole slick with sweat and jabbed his prostate. Of all the orgasms he'd had in his young life, nothing could dwarf this one as he felt his entire body erupt in a mind-blowing spasm of release and relief. He came long and hard, her mouth filling with his seed, his head thumping back against the wall almost painfully but not painfully enough to override the pleasure of his balls draining into the puckered cheeks of the 70-year-old woman kneeling before him. It took forever to stop cumming, it seemed, and when he did, he felt his legs cramping from standing tensed. He relaxed and watched her slip back, his still stiff dick slipping from her lips which were a pearly smear of cum, curled into a smile. She stood, cheeks puffed with his cum and pushed him back into the wall, pinning his arms behind his back and sliding his dripping dick between those incredible thighs. She pressed her lips to his, eyes wide and flashing with dominant playfulness, and he could not resist. He felt the salty rush flood his mouth and at first wanted to spit it out, but her tongue forced it back inside, washing through the gummy sticky wad, their tongues wrestling. His eyes were locked on his, frightened and unsure, hers bright and confident, and he swallowed. The taste wasn't terrible or unfamiliar; many a night jerking off in bed, he'd shoot into his own face by accident. But now, the cum forced upon him by the super-sexy and exquisitely horny 70 year old beauty, it tasted like honey. The Games the GILF Plays Ch. 02 NOTE: This is another in an ongoing series of stories involving horny older women playing devious sexual games with younger men and/or women. These won't be connected, though some may be, and are meant to stand-alone individual stories in a themed series. Thanks and enjoy. ***** Gloria Thibeault drummed her fingers on her desk, waiting. She didn't like to be kept waiting. Ever. Gloria was one of the most powerful women in Massachusetts, running a high-profile software company in Boston from an office tower built by her company housing other firms paying high rent. Hers was the best office at her headquarters on the top floor, a lofty location fitting the style of a woman routinely on lists of the country's most powerful women. It was a corner office, the walls of floor-to-ceiling glass affording stunning views of the city, the harbor, and on clear days, all the way into southern New Hampshire. It took a lot of hard work over decades of a career that was long ago mired in the good-old boy machinations of a men's-only world. She'd made it big, and as a result, could put her finger on anything – or anyone – she wanted. Now the 68-year-old blonde beauty sat in her office, waiting, looking devastatingly gorgeous in her expensive, smart gray business suit with matching slacks and jacket, black blouse beneath and high heeled leather boots, loose fitting and extending a quarter way up the firm sexy legs beneath her pants. "Has she arrived yet?" Gloria growled impatiently into the intercom. "No, Mrs. Thibeault, not yet," said her secretary, nervously, even after many years under the employ of 'The Dragon Lady', as she was known in the company, a name the boss lived up to and loved. "I'll send her in the second she arrives." She'd sent for Jamie Condon, an underling, a pretty little 25-year-old in accounting that had been working for the company since graduating college and had a report Gloria wanted to discuss. It had been done quickly and shoddily in the boss's estimation and the boss's estimation is all that mattered. Gloria clicked off the intercom, drumming her fingers on the desk again. She felt her body tense beneath her expensive clothes, a body tall and lean and trim, five-feet-eight inches in height, encompassing a sinewy and strong 130 pounds. She worked out constantly, when not on the job, and it showed in a body the envy of women half her age. "Bitch," she snarled to herself, picking up Jamie's report and flipping angrily through it. Seconds later, the door creaked open. Jamie shyly stuck her head inside, eyes filled with fear. She'd heard things about Mrs. Thibeault, bad things about how The Dragon Lady treated her employees, particularly newer, inexperienced ones. She wasn't looking forward to this. "Mrs. Thibeault?" Jamie said weakly, clutching her purse up to her chest. "May I come in?" "Stupid question, I sent for you didn't I?" Gloria snapped. "Get in here." Jamie shuffled in nervously. She wasn't crazy about her job, but knew success in it would be a stepping stone to administration, either at this company or another. Gloria eyed the pathetic creature inching her way toward her huge desk by the window, Boston's skyline gleaming behind her. Jamie was a short girl, with long dark hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing clothes of poor quality and ill fit, a black skirt and matching jacket, white blouse and sensible dark shoes with sheer pantyhose. Gloria watched her shuffle to the chair before her desk, purposely crafted lower than usual to put the boss on a higher level, symbolizing her superiority over anyone sitting in it. She motioned with her head to sit, and Jamie quietly obeyed, legs crossed politely at the ankles, hands over her knees, together. She scrambled in the purse on her lap, pulling out tissue from a small package near her cell phone, hoping she wouldn't need it. She kept her head down, not wanting to get into Mrs. Thibeault's laser line of vision. "This is crap, young lady, and I think you know it," she snapped, slamming the report down on the desk, startling Jamie and glaring at her, her pretty and somewhat wrinkled face framed by her impeccably coifed shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes flashing in anger. "I'm...I'm sorry, Mrs. Thibeault...I did my...I tried...I worked late that night and..." Jamie stammered. "Look at me when speaking to me!" Jamie looked up into the gorgeous but angry face and noted her equine features, long face, chiseled and firm, with a slight jutting jaw that contributed to her overall dominant mien. "Yes...Mrs. Thibeault," Jamie warbled in quavering voice, her own eyes watering slightly, staring into her purse. "I don't think your excuse is in that cheap pocketbook you're staring into, young lady," she snarled. "Put it on the floor!" Jamie obeyed, retaining a clump of tissue in her shaking hands and dabbing at her eyes. "I don't give a damn how late you worked, how it meant you couldn't have dinner with your boyfriend or husband or girlfriends or whatever, I just don't give a good god DAMN, do you understand!" Mrs. Thibeault growled in a cutting voice. "You work for ME, you do good work for ME, or you're gone! Do you understand that?" "Yes, Mrs. Thibeault, yes, of course, I tried to do good..." "SHUT UP!" Jamie did, gulping hard, feeling the bile rise in her throat. "Now, little girl, what are we going to do about this?" Mrs. Thibeault said more quietly, leaning on her desk and forward, staring at the frightened waif trembling in her chair. "I...I'll do the report again, Mrs. Thibeault, right now, I'll go back to my cubicle and I'll..." "No, you will not," she snarled. "You get no second chances here. Consider yourself fired." Jamie's eyes welled up more, a single tear running from one eye and down her smooth cheek. She blinked it away, her mouth open, her expression one of plaintive disbelief. Gloria let it sink it, let Jamie squirm, let her try to form some words of begging to keep her job, let her fear all hope was lost, before she added a single word. "Unless." Jamie cocked her head. "Unless?" "Unless," Gloria said, her slightly puckered mouth curling into a slight almost imperceptible smile. "You do as you're told." Jamie blinked, her mind racing, trying to figure out what she meant. She couldn't, and her expression remained quizzical, much to the boss's delight. Her mouth moved into even more of a smile, something rarely seen around the office. "Do you want to keep your job, young lady?" she asked. "Yes, yes of course!" Jamie said excitedly. "Then you'll do exactly as I tell you, won't you?" "Yes, Mrs. Thibeault, of course, what is it?" Jamie asked excitedly, eager to keep her low-paying, high-hour job and get out of the dragon's den in one piece. Gloria sat back, slowly, and then raised her legs up, plopping her feet on the desk, hanging them near the edge. Jamie looked at those boots, and the slight glimpse of shiny tanned shin above them as Gloria's pants rode up slightly. She knew those boots, she knew how expensive they were and something she could never afford on her meager salary. She looked at her boss, more quizzically than ever. Gloria sat back in her huge leather chair, hands behind her pretty head, locked together. She motioned toward her boots. "Lick them," she said. Jamie blinked. She couldn't mean what she just said, she thought. "I'm sorry?" she said in a weak tone. "So you're deaf as well as dumb, is that it?" Gloria snapped, thumping her boots on the desk, Jamie's eyes drawn to them, the exquisite soft black leather, the high arch, the long, sleek heels. "I said lick them. My boots. THESE boots, you stupid bitch!" She thumped them on the desk again. "If I have to repeat myself a third time, you can just get up and leave, you're through," she growled. "Now, what will it be?" "You want me...to lick...your boots?" Jamie asked slowly. "Very good, now we're getting somewhere," Gloria said with a fake smile that quickly morphed into a condescending sneer. "Yes, I want you to lick my boots – and anything else I want licked! Do you understand?" "Anything...else?" Jamie said, mind awash with implications of this, trying to formulate a way out and still keep her job. "Like...what?" "Oh, my GOD, you are so fucking stupid!" Gloria barked. "My pussy, my ass, my tits, even my fucking sweaty armpits if I want! Is that clear enough? Do you want to keep your shitty job or not?" "But Mrs. Thibeault!" Jamie cried out, suddenly finding a voice. "That's..that's not just sexual harassment, that's extortion!" Now a full smile broke out on Mrs. Thibeault's lips. "Precisely, it's sexual harassment AND extortion!" she laughed. "Sexual extortion, in fact. And believe me, you prissy little twat, I'm quite good at it." "You..you've done this before...forced employees to have...to do things, sexual things?" Jamie gasped. "Yes I have," Mrs. Thibeault said with perverse pride. "Women AND men!" She watched Jamie squirm, loving her unease. "Well?" she hissed. "These boots aren't gonna lick themselves!" Jamie looked at her, then the boots. She knew she had to do what she had to do to survive. She shuffled off the chair on her knees, to the boots. She inhaled. The smell of fine leather was heady, sensual. She delicately planted a kiss on the toe of each one. "Like ya mean it, bitch," Mrs. Thibeault snapped angrily. "I said LICK my boots, not kiss!" Jamie let the tears flow with neither the need or ability to hide her emotions now, and scrunched up her eyes as she slathered up and down the boss lady's boots, from the toe to instep, around the side, her tongue brushing the tops and tasting the salt of her exposed shins. Down she went to the bottom, the slight grit of the soles tainting her slavish tongues, then the heels, those long, pointy spikes. She opened her mouth and sucked each one inside, eyes still closed, feeling the long, strong legs trembling, the tremors of them running into the stiletto heels. "Mmmm that is nice, so nice, suck 'em bitch, suck 'em like you suck your boyfriend's cock!" Mrs. Thibeault growled in a gravely low voice. "If you have a boyfriend! Maybe a girlfriend! No, can't be that, you definitely don't like what you're doing to me, so you can't be a dyke!" She cackled, a demeaning harsh laugh as Jamie continued to worship her boots. She then slowly pulled up each pant leg, exposing those long, fairly well muscled calves, tanned and firm, freckled and flexing. "Lick my shins, each one, up and down, I love my legs licked," she cooed playfully as Jamie obeyed, running her tongue up the bone of each smooth, hard leg. "Now my calves..." She plunked both legs on Jamie's shoulders. The startled girl looked side to side at them, marveling at the silkiness of them, the defined muscles beneath the sleek skin. She gulped and darted her tongue out to the left calf, lapping at it, then the other. Mrs. Thibeault grinned like a madwoman watching, tensing her leg, making the muscles in her calves ripple and flex under Jamie's trembling tongue. "Wanna see a trick I do with these calves?" Jamie could only nod helplessly, unsure of what was coming – which was Mrs. Thibeault suddenly and savagely lashing her calves together around Jamie's neck, cinching her boots together, the expensive leather creaking. The power of her muscular lower legs caught Jamie by surprise, and the pain overcame her, then dizziness as the muscles knifed into her soft neck, compressing the arteries. "I could fucking KILL you locked in my calves like this!" Mrs. Thibeault snarled, leaning up in her chair to look at Jamie's bluish face trapped in her punishing legs. "But I think I'll just knock your sorry ass out instead!" And she did, squeezing with brutal severity, shutting down the blood to Jamie's brain. The girl passed out cold in the viscous scissors, and slumped to the floor. Mrs. Thibeault released her, laughing. When Jamie awoke, it was with the boss's stinky feet in her face. She was sitting on the edge of her giant desk, having peeled off her boots and now placed her feet on Jamie's mouth and nose, feet encased in low black trouser socks. "Had these on awhile, they smell frightful," Mrs. Thibeault barked down at her slave. "Smell 'em!" Jamie did, blanching at the acrid, foul foot funk of them as her boss rubbed the sweaty fabric all over her face. "Peel 'em off," Mrs. Thibeault continued. "With your teeth!" Jamie obliged, pinching the top of each sock in her teeth, slipping the foul-smelling sock off. She lay on her back watching in horror as Mrs. Thibeault wiggled her long, painted toes at her. Her feet were long and perfectly shaped, veins criss-crossing the insteps and ankles, the soles thickly wrinkled. A slab of yellowing callous was visible on each heel. "Lick," was all she said. Jamie did as the feet were pressed down on her, running her tongue over the thick soles with a papery feel to them, then sucking and lapping the heels, the calloused flesh scraping her lips. The humiliation increased as Mrs. Thibeault had her kneel, crossing one leg, wiggling those long toes and spreading them. To Jamie's horror, she saw grit and grime between each one, held in place by a day's worth of sweat. "Suck 'em, bitch, suck your boss's toes!" Mrs. Thibeault laughed. "Suck 'em clean!" Jamie sobbed now, ingesting each toe, one by one, tasting the foulness of them, smelling the funk between, a deeply pungent vinegary smell. As she fellated each toe, she ran her tongue around it, slipping it between the toes, pulling out the grimy residue and trying not to vomit as she ate it down. Finally, Mrs. Thibeault pulled her feet from her mouth and stood before the crying underling, who looked up at her through wet eyes. "Am I done?" she cried. "Is it over? Please?" "Not hardly, bitch," Mrs. Thibeault snapped. "My pants. Take them off." Jamie knelt up slightly to unsnap the gray slacks as Mrs. Thibeault shed her jacket, draping it over her chair. She watched Jamie's shaking hands undo her pants, then the buttons, then pulling at the waistband. "Panties, too," Mrs. Thibeault laughed down at her. "Let's not waste time." Jamie tugged the pants and panties down over Mrs. Thibeault's incredibly well shaped ass, over her lush and hard thighs and freshly licked feet. She gasped as she sat back, and Mrs. Thibeault kicked the pants away: Inches from her face, at eye level as she knelt, Jamie looked into a thick gray bush of pubic hair, gleaming with dewy droplets. Inside was the pucker of dark lips, gleaming wet. The smell hit her, thick and profound, reeking of sweat and urine and uncleanliness. Mrs. Thibeault's dominant grin widened. "Stinks, huh?" she laughed. "And bet you've never seen a hairy pussy like this before, have you? Or any pussy besides your own? Do you shave your cunt? Bet you do...but maybe we'll save that for later." Jamie's sobbing increased as Mrs. Thibeault advanced slowly, pushing off the desk and standing before her, feet slightly spread. Jamie saw the bushy lips part, the greasy nub of her clit erect between them. The thighs wobbled as she moved, thick with fleshy muscle. "Lick my cunt, Ms. Condon," she said, reaching for Jamie's crying head. "Mrs. Thibeault...please...don't make me eat...lick your...please!" Jamie sobbed, pulling back against the pushing hand. "I'm not asking, bitch!" Mrs. Thibeault roared angrily, now grabbing Jamie's dark hair in both hands and shoving her face smack into the thatch of her pussy. "EAT MY CUNT!" The stench was worse than the humiliation, as Jamie, with her eyes forced into the brush of her cunt, had her nose enmeshed in those oily pussy lips, the smell overwhelming her, that savage mix of piss and sweat and cheese. Jamie screamed as the old woman worked her face, holding her head and pumping and grinding her snatch against it. "I'll do some of the work, but you're doing the rest," she snarled, drawing her hips back and brutally slamming them forward to smash her aromatic pussy hard into Jamie's face. Then she held it there, positioning the oily nub of her clit on Jamie's nose, pushing hard, grinding and pumping. Jamie felt its slime run down her nose and into her nostrils and screamed into the moist maw of the pussy beneath. She held onto the backs of Mrs. Thibeault's solid thighs for support, the flesh of it hot on her hands, feeling the hamstring muscles tense tightly against her fingers "Eat it, bitch, suck on that pussy, stick your tongue WAY up my hole! She had no choice as the lusty old woman held her head, dragging her face lower. Jamie's tongue slipped out of her moaning mouth, through the furry folds, penetrating the greasy lips and getting sucked out into the clenching walls of her boss's cunt. She speared it over and over, trying gamely to ignore the stinging, bitter flavor of the pussy she was trapped in as the grunting woman continued to pump her hairy cunt on the young girl's face. "C'mon, work it bitch, work that clit now...suck on it...lick it!" She pushed forward, now forcing Jamie to bend over backwards on the floor in her kneeling position, and trapped her completely in her heaving crotch. The entire pussy embraced her face as Mrs. Thibeault held fast to her head with one hand, the other on her hip, pumping and thrusting back and forth. Jamie sucked and licked the greasy clit, anxious to make her cum and release her. Mrs. Thibeault's pumping and grinding grew more violent the closer she got and now she stood completely over Jamie's face, her skull imprisoned in the older woman's powerful thighs. Jamie screamed, her back aching in the awkward position, her jawbones compressed by the grinding crush of Mrs. Thibeault's powerful, scissoring thighs. The old legs held her in place now, and Mrs. Thibeault stood straight up, hands on her hips, swiveling them and glaring down at the crying young woman trapped in her punishing thighs. "CUMMMING!" she screamed, arching her back and pumping and thrusting her cunt into the groaning mouth, dragging her dripping gash over it. Jamie prayed to be squeezed so hard she'd pass out, as she'd done in the calves moments before. But she only grew dizzy from the clamp of thighs and smother of pussy as Mrs. Thibeault finished off on her face. Jamie felt the thick gel of her cum sluice from the milking hole and fill her mouth. She swallowed the orgasmic goo, gulping it down, trying to ignore the gamey taste of it. It seemed to take Mrs. Thibeault forever to finish, slowing her thrusts and now just holding Jamie in her crushing leglock, those powerful old thighs quivering. She let go, stepping off Jamie's face. The girl slumped to the floor, her face coated with her boss's cum, sobbing at her feet. "Oh, and one more thing, bitch," she heard her say. Jamie looked up through watery eyes. Mrs. Thibeault was leaning on her desk. Her ass was full and fleshy and shapely for a woman her age, gleaming white and slightly dimpled, the paleness stark contrast for the rugged, tanned legs below. "Oh my God, please, Mrs. Thibeault, please!" The boss looked back over her shoulder. She smiled. And jiggled that ass in meaty waves, one cheek at a time. "Twerking, is that what you ridiculous young people call this?" she laughed. "Well get over her and SUCK my twerking ass!" She jiggled it faster and faster as Jamie approached, wiping the sticky cum from her face. She looked inside as the quivering rump stilled and Mrs. Thibeault parted the meaty white orbs with her hands. The asshole was dark and wrinkled, surrounded by strands of wet hair. The smell hit her like a punch to the nose, musky, funky, sweaty and worse. "Lick my asshole, slave girl!" came the command. "It needs a thorough cleaning!" The Games the GILF Plays Ch. 02 She had no choice and now closing her eyes, lanced that foul pucker with her tongue, the bitterness sweeping over it. Mrs. Thibeault suddenly reached back with both hands, pulling Jamie's ears and burying her face completely in her thrusting butt, the flesh of her cheeks, sweaty and ripe, folding over and trapping it. "Mmmm, that's nice, you got a nice tongue...and a purty mouth!" the older woman cackled, wiggling her hips. "Screwing your face nice and tight up my ass...keep licking...clean it out, clean out my shitty asshole!" "MMMGFLFF!!" Jamie screamed, the scream muffled inside her boss's commanding ass meat, her arms flailing side to side. She continued to pump her tongue in and out of the foul asshole as deeply and quickly as she could, now not concerned with the smell or taste but fearing suffocating. She couldn't breathe trapped in her boss's all encompassing ass, and pawed at the meat of it, parting the flesh, trying to snatch a breath, and failing. Mrs. Thibeault giggled as she felt the girl go slack, nearly unconscious in her gripping ass. To make it worse, she grunted out a fart as she released her butt clamp on Jamie's face, blasting the girl back on the floor where she lay immobile and crying. Mrs. Thibeault turned to look down at the pathetic wreck sobbing on her carpet. She slowly picked up her socks and sat back on her desk, pulling them on, then her slacks and boots. She stood, smiling down at Jamie, her face caked with drying female cum. "Time to go, bitch," she sighed, returning to her chair and flipping through some papers. "Your work here is done. Your job is safe – for now." Jamie worked hard to silence her sobs, gathering herself and standing, wiping her face with tissues. She fought back tears as she picked up her purse and stood before the desk. "Get the fuck out of my office, I'm done with you," Mrs. Thibeault barked, not looking up. "Get back to whatever you do that passes for work, and try not to fuck it up – unless you want to suck my pussy and lick out my asshole again!" Jamie's tears stopped. She looked at her boss and smiled as she pulled out her cell phone from her purse. She pushed a button. "It's amazing, really, how fucking stupid you old people are about technology," she said dryly. Mrs. Thibeault looked up at the phone and then Jamie. "What?" she snapped. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You do know, don't you, you stupid old cunt, that cell phones can be used to record things?" Mrs. Thibeault's jaw dropped. "No...you...you didn't...you couldn't..." "Oh, Gloria, I could and I fucking did!" Jamie laughed. "Every second of it..well, up until when I just turned it off a second ago. I had the feeling something bad was going to happen in here and I took the liberty of recording it. To use against you. Quite likely in court, if need be. Or I could just extort you like you did me!" Gloria's formerly tanned face went white. "But I think for now anyway, I don't want my job, my current job, I want a better one. A higher ranking one, an administrative job," Jamie cooed, leaning over the desk and wagging the phone in Gloria's startled face. "With more money – LOTS more money – and benefits, like maybe working out in the private gym you use trying to keep your saggy old tits and ass and legs in shape!" "You fucking CUNT!" She snatched the phone from Jamie's hand, frantically searching for the audio files and quickly deleting them. Jamie crowed with laughter, sitting on the edge of Gloria's desk, arms crossed. "Again, you fucking old people are SO stupid!" she laughed. "Delete away, bitch, guess you never heard about the cloud?" "The...the what?" Gloria said desperately. "It's saved, forever, whenever I want it, I got it," Jamie said in darkening tone. "Like I'm getting that better job – and anything else I want. Right, Dragon Lady?" She smiled at Gloria, leaned over the desk and looked down at her feet. "What size are those boots you made me lick?" "What?" "So, you're deaf and dumb, is that it?" she laughed, echoing what Gloria had asked earlier when the tide was in her favor. "The boots, bitch, a simple question. What fucking size?" "Uh...8..." Gloria said nervously. "Perfect," Jamie said, standing by the chair. "Take them off. Now. Let's go, let's not waste time!" Gloria stared at the determined young lady and obeyed, slowly peeling off her boots and handing them to her. Jamie looked at them appreciatively, and then motioned to her boss. "Get up," she growled. Gloria could only obey and watch as Jamie sat in her big chair, her chair of power, power now switching hands as the young woman sat to slip on the boots. She plunked her feet up on the desk, crossing her hands behind her head. "Now lick MY boots, bitch!" she laughed. "And anything else I want!" "Jamie...Ms. Condon..I..." She barely saw Jamie's young leg move, but felt its destination as one of her former boots slammed into her cunt as she stood by the desk. She screamed in pain, holding her crotch and falling to her knees – and right at those boots. "That's MISTRESS Jamie from now on, got it?" the pretty girl smiled. "Oh, in the office it can be Ms. Condon, but in here, where I suspect I'll be quite a bit from now on, or you in MY new office that you'll find for me, it's MISTRESS Jamie. Are we clear on that, Slave Gloria?" "But..." Jamie sat up angrily, fisting a handful of Gloria's pretty blonde hair and yanking her head back, her face inches from it – and spit right into her open mouth, then attached hers to it and drilled her tongue inside. "Mmmm, taste like boots, bitch, your boots or your filthy cunt and shitty asshole, hmm?" Jamie said, biting Gloria's tongue until she screamed in pain. "Now then..do what you're fucking TOLD!" She let go and sat back again, plopping her boots on the desk. Gloria groaned and slowly stuck her tongue out, her face a mask of humiliation and fear, and began to do what Jamie had done, slobber up and down the boots, over the soles, sucking the heels. Jamie sat watching and smiling – and peeling down the top of her pantyhose. Gloria's eyes darted to it. "Just like you said, Slave Gloria! SHAVEN!" she laughed, forking her fingers to her gleaming pussy and spreading the meaty lips to reveal the wet pink flesh within. "Now get over here and LICK my cunt!" She sat back in Gloria's big chair, peeling down her pantyhose to her ankles, bunching it around the boots, spreading her smooth young thighs. Gloria, her face tight with anger and shame, shambled over on her knees and put her mouth to that glistening cunt. She sliced her tongue out, into the folds of the meaty pussy, running it up and down the slit, focusing on the clit. "In the hole, bitch, just like I did to you," Jamie snapped, whipping her legs up and around Gloria's head, scissoring it to her crotch, thighs squeezing so hard the older woman yelped in pain. "In and out...put that stupid nose on my clit so I can grind ya for awhile..." She did, painfully, cupping the back of Gloria's head, pulling the face deep inside her pussy. The gasping older woman couldn't breathe, only inhale the scented vapors of her mistress's snatch - -redolent with the soap Jaime had used that morning - and thankful for it. Gloria lanced her tongue deep inside, marveling at the velvety slickness of the youthful chasm and for a brief moment, felt pleasure in the sexual servitude of another woman. Then Jamie relinquished her grip on her head and slipped her face up, positioning the panting mouth on the clit, reattaching her powerful young thighs to her ears and clamping down hard. Gloria screamed a muffled scream of pain in her pussy prison. "Better make me cum, Slave Gloria," Jamie snarled. "Before I knock your ass out in my legs the way you did me!" "O...Ok..." Gloria groaned. "WHAT?" Jamie bellowed, relocking her boots and squeezing with brutal intensity, loving the creaking sound of leather on leather of her new footwear. "OK MISTRESS JAMIE!" Gloria screamed into the moist chasm at her face. "Better," Jamie laughed, slackening the scissors a bit to give her slave sucking room. "Now do your job!" Gloria had long fancied sex with women, and knew her way around a pussy. Now she brought all her skills to bear, in fear of this suddenly dominant young woman completely controlling her. She sucked Jamie's lips into her mouth and formed her tongue into a tiny tip, rapidly fluttering it over the clit. Jamie shivered with pleasure, giving the reason why incentive to continue; Gloria speeded up the flickering, and the shivering increased. "Damn, old woman, you've eaten your fair share of pussy before, haven't you?" Jamie hissed, slowly gyrating her slim hips, punishing Gloria's head in her scissors with increasing intensity. Gloria mumbled, or tried to as best she could with a mouthful of cunt, "Yes, Mistress Jamie," and continued her tongue lashing of her young captor's slimy pussy. Moments later, Jamie bucked up off the chair, hands gripping the armrests, thrusting her cunt into Gloria's madly lapping mouth and flooded her face with a copious flow of her juices. Gloria grew dizzy in the crushing squeeze that accompanied Jamie's orgasm, her extremities tingling, signaling a lack of blood flow. Her hands fell slack at her sides, her head swimming, her tongue falling dormant. Jaime came down from her orgasmic high, relaxing her bare ass into the leather chair, smiling down at the woman with the bluish face locked in her thighs. "Nicely done, Slave Gloria," she cooed, running her fingers through her slave's blonde hair. "But it won't save you from this!" Gloria screamed and then went quickly silent as Jamie's powerful young thighs cinched down with a vengeance on her face and neck, easily stopping the blood flow to her brain and knocking her out cold within three seconds of the young woman applying full, brutal power. She woke moments later, face down on the floor, her mouth still full of Jamie's cum. She swallowed, bitterly, shaking the life back into her scissored head and struggled to her knees. Jamie stood, smiling, leaning over the desk, her succulent young ass wiggling in the air facing the window and that skyline view. "You're not done yet, Slave Gloria," she grinned. "Get behind me and clean my asshole." Gloria's body ached but she pulled herself up to shuffle behind Jamie, looking at that insanely beautiful ass, creamy white, silky smooth, perfectly shaped. She knelt, parting the luscious cheeks with her hands, the pink pucker within winking at her. She took a breath and dove in, burying her face in the sweaty chasm of her ass, penetrating the pucker with her experienced tongue. Jamie gasped at the intrusion, shuddering and leaning fully atop the desk, allowing her slave full and deep access to her tiny asshole. Gloria growled now, moaning at the task, relishing it, giving in to the sweet submission and gorging herself on that delicious hole. She pounded her tongue into it faster and deeper, using one hand between Jamie's thighs to dribble her clit. "FUCK YEAH!" Jamie howled. "Bitch, you learn fast! Make me cum again, Slave Gloria, eat that ass, eat it good!" Gloria buried her face as deeply as she could in it, eyes flush against the silky flesh of Jamie's ass, mouth open and lips locked on the rectum, flutter fucking her asshole with rapidly increasing speed, while her fingers forked inside the pussy beneath. Jamie came moments later with a thundering growl, her hands gripping the far edge of the huge desk, knuckles white as she did. She shook, head to toe, as Gloria fingered her slit to completion and finally pulled her soaking wet face from the gripping meat of her young mistress's rump. "Mmmm, baby, so good, but you forced a lotta air up my ass eating it out!" Jamie laughed, suddenly pulling Gloria's face back to it, drilling her noise into the spongy rectal ring. "Have it back, bitch, one good fart deserves another!" It exploded from Jamie's intestines, a sharp, crackling fart, long in duration and wet, a blast of stinky air that ripped up into the nose trapped there and cascading down Gloria's throat into her lungs with heated fury. Gloria screamed and tried wriggling free but Jamie laughed and held her face in place, popping off three more toots into it and then letting go, sending Gloria crashing back against the window. She sat up, violently rubbing her face trying to erase the scent, and failing. "Oh my, what have we here?" Gloria looked up. In her hands Jamie held a strap-on dildo, 10 inches long, thick as a man's wrist and black as night. She smiled. "Just found this in one of your drawers, Slave Gloria, why does this not surprise me?" Jamie asked, eyes locked on her slave as she slowly slipped the harness of the device over her hips, cinching it in place, the big black faux cock bobbing obscenely before her. "Use this on other girls in here, have you? Boys as well, perhaps. Hmmm?" Gloria gulped and nodded. Angrily, Jamie grabbed her hair and started swinging the cock like a cudgel, slamming her across the face, back and forth, stinging the flesh. "WHAT...DID...YOU...SAY?" she shrieked, each word punctuated by a savage cock slap. "YES MISTRESS JAMIE!" Gloria howled, eyes shut against the pain. Jamie stopped, standing before the kneeling woman. "Suck my cock," she snarled. Gloria nodded, tears in her eyes, lifting her head and opening her mouth. The thing was huge, too huge for her puckered lips to comfortably accommodate, but that didn't stop Jamie from fisting her hair in one hand and her cock in the other. She rammed forward, ignoring Gloria's gagging and muffled scream. The older woman's eyes ran with tears, looking at Jamie plaintively as inch by inch, her mouth and throat filled with the sex toy she'd long used on others. "Look at you, you filthy cunt, deep throating MY big dick!" Jamie laughed. "Just like eating pussy, you are good at his, you're no stranger to sucking huge cock either, are ya!" She now held both ears and rammed back and forth, raping the face, the wrinkles on Gloria's lips stretched tight and smooth. Jamie's hips were a blur as she fucked Gloria's mouth like a jackhammer. She took the old woman's face for a few more tortured moments before yanking it out with a popping sound, the long black latex dick slick with spit. She quickly lifted Gloria to her feet by her hair and slammed her chest down onto the desk, snuggling up behind her and tearing open her slacks, ripping the cloth, tugging them down over the backs of her legs. Gloria felt her cheeks parting and heard Jamie spitting into the hole within. "No, God, please Mistress Jamie, don't, please don't fuck me in the OWWWWWWW!" Jamie, with a low, guttural animalistic growl, powered forward, impaling Gloria's ass in one vicious stroke. The ass gave way, the tight walls sealed around the intruding cock. "You were saying?" Jamie snarled, holding Gloria's hips and yanking the dick nearly fully out before lancing it fully inside her again. Gloria's pained moans were continual, long and low, a cow's agonized moo as that big back cock reamed her sagging ass. Jamie grunted as she fucked her, harder, faster with more savage strokes, her young loins slamming into Gloria's ass, sending the dimpled flesh into a quivering frenzy with each lustful slap. She pounded Gloria numb, the pain giving way to complete submission, thrusting into her with waning strokes, watching Gloria's slack body melt into the desk top, her tears staining paperwork spread on it – including the maligned report Jamie had turned in that got her here in the first place. Jamie leaned over Gloria, still buried in her ass, and lifted it up and rubbed it violently into her boss's face. "Now, about this report," she sighed. "Do you really want me to do it again?" "No...no, Mistress Jamie," Gloria mumbled into it. "Good," Jamie laughed. "I wasn't going to anyway, bitch." She yanked the cock out of Gloria's ass, making the older woman yelp in pain. She looked down into the gaping chasm left behind. Cruelly, she curled her fingers into a point and slipped it into Gloria's ass cave, savagely pushing harder and harder until her whole fist popped inside. Gloria screamed, so Jamie used the report to muffle her, rolling it into a tube and stuffing it into her mouth. She fist fucked the beaten woman for a moment longer and then pulled it out. She grabbed Gloria's hair and spun her around, to her knees before her, wiping her soiled hand on the older woman's sobbing mouth. Then she hoisted the filthy cock in both hands and aimed it at Gloria's astonished face. "Suck it clean," she snarled. Gloria cried as she obeyed, opening her mouth and accepting the thrusting cock, trying not to taste the shitty flavor and musky scent of it. She looked up through teary eyes, mouth nearly split open, into Jamie's eyes. The young woman wore a look of dark domination, a clenched-teeth smile on her beautiful face. "You're a fucking mess, look at you, makeup all running over your stupid face from sweat and tears, you disgust me," she snarled, tugging the cock from Gloria's mouth. Gloria gasped for air, denied it by the cock, chest heaving. Jamie slapped the cock over her face, knocking her back to the floor. She lay there, sobbing, pants around her knees. "Get dressed, bitch," Jamie barked. She did, watching Jamie shuck the strap on dildo and rattle it back inside the drawer. She composed herself, straightening her clothes as Gloria struggled to stand. She picked up her purse, and cell phone, and walked toward the door, Gloria trudging along behind her, head down, beaten. "I expect my demands to be met immediately, Slave Gloria, is that clear?" Jamie said, turning and waving the phone in Gloria's dejected face. "Yes...yes of course Mistress Jamie," she said sadly. Her face then broke into a smile and she looked right into Jamie's eyes. "And by the way, nicely done...VERY nicely done!" she beamed. "This is the best scenario yet!" Jamie's stare went cold. "Whatever do you mean, Slave Gloria?" Gloria shimmied up to her, putting her arms around the slim waist, face to face. She kissed Jamie's lips warmly, eyes open and eager, staring into Jamie's which were cold and dark. "Oh, no need to keep playing, baby, you did great! So believable, so very fucking believable!" Gloria growled, nibbling Jamie's slim, smooth neck, licking it. "I'm so glad I hired you! I knew when I saw your application and that you're an actress on the side, well I just knew you were perfect for this role playing I fancy, this little game I like to play!" She hugged Jamie closer, thinking it odd she wasn't getting hugged back. "And trust me, baby," she continued, a tad uncertainly now, "that fake job you 'extorted' from me just now...well, somewhere down the road, perhaps...in the meantime, I'm sure I can find a little extra in the payroll for my favorite little game player! Oh, and keep my boots, they look so sexy on you!" She went in for a hug and kiss again, but Jamie stood stone cold, steely faced. Gloria backed up, holding her shoulders and looking into those unwavering eyes. "Jamie? Honey? Is everything...OK?" This time, the blow to the cunt, courtesy of Jamie's thrusting knee, caught her by surprise, an unscripted savagery she was not expecting. She screamed, collapsing against Jamie who stood ramrod straight as her boss clung to her shoulders and waist and slowly slipped down her legs to her knees, holding her wounded pussy. She looked up, sobbing, into the dominant woman glaring down at her. "It's no game, bitch, no role-play," she said coldly, holding up the phone and shaking it side to side, then breaking into a dark smile. "It's fucking reality. Yours and my new..fucking...reality..." The Games the GILF Plays Ch. 02 "You wouldn't!" Gloria gasped breathlessly. "You wouldn't!" Jamie smiled. "Sometimes games can go too far, baby," she laughed softly, turning to walk to the door. "And there can only be one winner. We know who that is. Now get back to work on that new job of mine..." Gloria could only watch as Jamie walked out the door, slipping the phone back into her purse. She got to her feet slowly, shambling back to her desk fighting the gnawing ache in her pussy and sat down. She called up the employee file on her computer, grimly setting about the task of finding someone to let go to make room for a new administrator. The Games the GILF Plays She ground into him for a solid minute, scissoring his cock in her slick thighs, milking him to hardness. She finally broke the kiss and pulled her face away, gobbling up a strand of cum that hung between their sperm-coated mouths. Smiling, she backed to the picnic table, sitting and pulling her legs open. Her cunt gleamed, dripping wet. "Your turn, stud," she snarled, pointing to her pussy and the floor. Todd nodded and knelt and instantly was overcome with the heat and aroma of her sex, thick and sweaty and musky. He put his tongue to her, spearing the furry folds of her abundant lips, dribbling that oily clit. She tensed, moaning and grabbed his head, pulling his licking face tight to her. Instantly, her meaty thighs scissored his head, feet locking, muscles squeezing. He felt himself go dizzy in her leg lock and lapped furiously at her gushing quim. "Told ya I got strong legs didn't I?" she groaned, squeezing harder and harder, making him dizzier, his extremities tingling from the grip and lack of oxygen to the brain. "Now make granny cum before I knock you out, and MAYBE you'll get to fuck me!" He'd eaten plenty of pussy before, mostly of younger women, shaven and smooth, but also older ones as well, most of them unshaven. This was at another level of hirsute sexiness, big and bushy, long curly strands washing over his face. His hands curled up and over her rugged thighs, feeling the soft, saggy flesh atop and the threat of tensed muscle beneath that was crushing his skull, cutting into his neck, making him groggier by the lick. He eagerly ate from her dripping chasm, tongue slicing deeper and harder, scooping out her thick fluids as she came, grinding her nubbin onto his nose and lips, punishing him with her power. He looked up through watery eye as she came on his face, past the swaying mounds of her thick tits, at the neck wattle and into her face, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as she bathed his scissored face with her creamy flow. She finally stopped, panting, unlocking her crushing thighs to let him breathe. Smiling down at his panting face, she tilted his head back with one long finger. "Nicely done," she sighed, pushing him away, his cock harder than ever despite the wrenching orgasm moments earlier. "Very nicely done..." She stood, turning slowly, showing him the bulging bubble of her mighty calves as she leaned onto the table, raising on her toes. He moaned at the sight of them, and her slightly saggy, meaty white ass flesh quivering as she moved. He snuggled up behind her, holding her hips. "No, not yet," she growled, slapping him away by snapping her ass back onto him. "There's another part of me needing attention...from your rather talented tongue..." He watched as she spread those fleshy, wrinkled cheeks in her hands. The asshole within was dark, ringed with sweat-soaked hair, puckered and inviting. He groaned, kneeling on the dirty floor, shuffling forward. The musky scent washed back into his nose, not clean, not filthy, but pungent and raw. It was all he wanted to breathe as he moaned and pushed his face inside. She groaned as his tongue invaded her rectum, driving in deep and wet, thrusting in and out, his hands on hers as they continued to hold her meaty butt cheeks apart. The taste was bitter but not unpleasant and he pushed in further, face lost in the sweaty clamp of her rump flesh, tongue digging deeper inside. Her asshole walls were muscular as well, squeezing his tongue, pulling it inside to the point of hurting him. He groaned at the pain, but continued. She giggled as his pain, and clenched her ass ring harder, drawing him deeper. "You really do have a talent for oralizing, young man," she cooed, letting go of her cheeks to fold in a meaty grip around his lapping face, trapping it with surprising force, her glute muscles tensing hard. "You should be rewarded." She let him worship her old ass for a moment longer, before hip shaking his face from its lusty grip and turning around to lean back on the table, spreading her thighs, offering herself to him. He stood and pushed close to her, dipping his hips and thrusting up as she fisted his cock and sliced it inside her gripping quim. "Oh, that's good, so very good," she cooed, folding her arms around his neck and pulling his face to her throat for suckling as he thrust up and into her. "So very good..." They were both slick with sweat from the exertion and oppressive mugginess of the room, slipping and sliding over one another, her huge tits gliding over his chest, her thighs rubbing wetly up and down his slender middle as he fucked her with mounting passion. The room was dead quiet save for the squishing sounds of their lovemaking, his dick plunging into her gushing pussy. She started to cum, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck, bending his face into the sweaty void of her tits and he lapped and suckled with increasing intensity. "Give it to me, boy, give me your cum!" she groaned into his ear, biting it, making him yelp in sudden pain but plowing into her with renewed power as his young nuts knotted in pre-orgasmic spasm. "Fill me with you..." She lifted her long, strong legs, scissoring his ribs hard in her thighs, making them ache from the pressure, folding her calves behind him and drawing him tighter with her locked feet. He screamed a scream of pleasure and she tightened her grip on his head to muffle his sounds in the sweaty meat of her slick tits. They both came as one, at the same time, she feeling the scorching jets of his youthful jism ricochet off her womb walls, he feeling his balls drain with greater pleasure than even from the blowjob she'd given him earlier. They slapped into each other, completing their mutual orgasm and stood, panting, breathing life into each other, bodies slick and wet and slippery. She finally unlocked her strong old-woman thighs from his ribs and let them fall beside her, quivering from the exertion. Todd stepped back, smiling wanly, dick dripping remnants of his orgasm to the dusty floor at his feet. "Wow," was all he could say. "Wow indeed," she smiled, dipping her fingers to her cunt and coating them with their combined juices, lifting them to her lips to lick, motioning him to her. For long moments, they kissed, sharing their fluids, both licking her fingers clean and then she cupped his head in her hands, forcing him to his knees. He looked between the now flaccid thighs, marveling at the softness of the swaying meat and leaned in, sighing, knowing his duty. He saw the pearlish wad forming at the gap between her soaked pubic hairs and licked, the metallic taste of their juices making him groan. He licked deeper, harder, faster, scooping out his cum and hers, gobbling it down with eagerness. She giggled and loosely squeezed his face in her thighs, grinding out a quick orgasm before drawing him up to kiss and share. They said nothing now, just dressing and walking out the door, the woman looking to ensure they weren't seen before proceeding to her car, the doting boy behind her again watching those amazing legs and ass flex and jiggle on the way. They got to their cars. She turned to give him a hug. Not sexual or romantic or wanting. Just a heartfelt, maternal hug. "Thanks, Todd, that was great," she laughed, looking at him and holding his young shoulders. "It sure was Grandma," he sighed. "Always is." "You know, these little games we play will surely help you in your theatrical studies at college," she laughed. "You're quite an actor. You play these games so very, very well. In all ways, I might add." "You're no slouch yourself, Grandma, believe me," he laughed, getting into his car. "See you at the party Saturday at your house?" she called out. "Right, Grandma," he smiled. "Your party. Your 70th birthday party. Mom's going crazy getting ready for it, but you know how she is, she's your daughter. Should be fun." "Oh, it will be fun, I assure you," she sighed. "Our little games always are..."