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It was a hot summer and I was broke. I did a bunch of odd jobs to try and save up money for my freshmen year in school – painting houses, mowing lawns etc. One of the best jobs I had was cleaning pools; I liked it because it was easy and I got to have my shirt off on a hot day.

One of the pools I cleaned was for an older lady named Helen Sanders. She was a widow whose husband passed away a couple years ago.She had a reputation for being the neighborhood nice old lady; basically the female version of Mr. Rodgers. At all times made it to service every week and even handed out cookies every once in awhile.

I was happy to help her keep her pool clean even though it wasn’t used all that much since her husband passed. Her husband used to throw BBQs for the whole neighborhood but that all stopped when it was just her.

“All done Mrs. Sanders, pool is squeaky clean”

“Oh please call me Helen, you’re a life saver Francis. $35 right? Come inside, I’ll get that for you.”

I wiped the sweat off my brow and walked behind her into the house. Being a school kid, I was basically constantly horny. I never viewed Mrs. Sanders in a sexual light with her being a much older women but something about watching her ass from behind as she walked really got me going. Mrs. Sanders was a curvy woman, you could tell the years had put some meat on her but it was just the right amount that made her voluptuous while still skinny. She was the type of woman who you couldn’t believe was in her late 60s.

I shook my head to make myself come back down to earth. This woman was as nice and innocent as they come. She seemed so pious that she probably was incapable of sexual thoughts. Stop being a pervert – I wondered to myself.

“Wait right here, I’ll go get your money” she said

I sat on the couch. A uncomfortable couple minutes passed, something seemed off.
“You ok Mrs. Sanders?”

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I walked into her living room. She was rifling through a jar trying to discover the money she owed me.

“I’m so sorry Francis, it’s been really hard ever since Walter passed, I don’t think I have the money to give you right now, I’m absolutely embarrassed” Mrs. Sanders eyes started tearing up.

“Oh no worries, this one is on me”

“Oh Francis No! I feel so terrible I can’t believe this, this has never happened before”. Her face became even more distraught as the tears she was trying to fight back started to become more apparent.

“Seriously, it’s just money, I’m not sweating it, we’ll figure something out”

“I just feel terrible, I wish there was something I could do” her hands were wiping away tears.

Usually in these situations I try to lighten the mood by laughing it off with a joke.

“Well I woulda just spent the cash at the strip club, so it’s probably for the best. So unless you’re gonna strip for me, I think we just call it square” I said in a jest voice.

“You would want to see an old hag like me naked?” Her face showing a mix of confusion and tentativeness.

I realized she hadn’t gotten the joke. I wondered to myself: Maybe I should try something here. No no no, she’s a nice old lady. But…..

“Welllllllll a lap dance is about $35 bucks…….”

Mrs. Sanders took what looked like a gulp as if she just got really nervous.

“Francis, I’ve known you since you were a kid, I can’t do that!”

I may have come on too strong. I quickly backtracked.

“I’m so sorry for asking, I should just go. I’ll find some other way to get cash for school” I said in a dejected tone.

“Wait, don’t go. You’re right, I owe you.”

Oh shit, she was going to go for it. If I play this right, I can get her clothes off.

“It’s just a lap dance, it’s no biggie really” I said with a light hearted smile.

“Ummm….well…ok, you’ll have to tell me what to do, I’ve never been to strip club or know what a lap dance is.”

I sat down on the couch and motioned her over to stand in front of me. To my delightful surprise, her couch was situated right across from a large mirror. What luck – I wondered to myself.

“It’s easy, just start by taking your clothes off”

Her face blushed hard. She was almost trembling. I could see the conflict written all over her face. She was about to expose herself to me – a guy she used to handout candy to at halloween.

She was wearing a summer dress that accentuated her curvy body perfectly. She reached both hands to her shoulders and pushed her dress off, falling straight to her feet. White bra and panties showing. She stood there nervously and almost embarrassed.

“Your so beautiful” I gasped

She gave a small smile and kinda looked away to break eye contact.

“I’m sorry Francis, I don’t know if I can keep going, I feel so guilty about this” she said sheepishly.

I stood up, turned her to face the mirror. She closed her eyes as if that would maker her invisible. I unclipped her bra – she reached to cover her tits right after her bra hit the ground. My hands move down to her waist to her panty lining. She moves her right hand to grab me to stop me.

“Just a lap dance remember?” I whispered into her ear.

She removes her hand, her breathing starts to get heavier as if she’s hyperventilating. I slowly drag her panties off. Her pussy had some hair on it, a little unkempt.

Probably wasn’t expecting to be stripped in front of anyone today – I wondered to myself.

“Oh my goodness” she said to herself as she reached to cover her exposed pussy.

My heart starting racing, something primal bubbled up inside me. I was a 21 year old male at his athletic peak. Not to mention, I couldn’t remember the last time I jacked off. I was fully torqued, my dick almost hurt it was so hard.

Up until that point, even though I was pushy, I was respectful of her timidness. However, like a shark that smells blood – the whiff of her vulnerable pussy in the air turned me aggressive.

Still standing behind her, I reached down a little and took my hands to the back of her knees and lifted her feet off the ground. With my hands supporting her knees, she was being carried in a V shape – my hands spreading her legs wide in front of the mirror.

“OH Francis!! What are you doing?!” She yelled out

“Show me” I said sternly

She shook her head, her body wiggling in the air. It was futile, she could do nothing to get out of the hold I had her in. After a couple of seconds, she seem to collect herself. Looking away form the mirror, she slowly moved her hand away from her cunt. Her breathing steadied as if she has just pulled off a band aid. Unfortunately for her, I had a darker side that was starting to take over – I was getting drunk on the power over her I felt coming on. I needed to know how far I could take this, I was getting off on making her squirm, degrading and embarrassing her.

“Spread it” I instructed her

Looking at Helen through the mirror, I could see confusion on her face.

“You’re already spreading my legs” she replied

“Not your legs, spread your pussy for me”

“Nope! Nu uh mister. Put me down young man!” She shrieked. Her anxiousness had returned and this was her feeble attempt to gain control of the interaction. She squirmed once more.

“Helen, you wouldn’t want me to tell the neighborhood what a naughty woman you’ve been, would you?” I had gone full villain.

“How dare you threaten me. You wouldn’t! Besides, no one would believe you!” She said defiantly

“When you were closing your eyes as I was undressing you, I took a picture with my phone” A quick lie to get the upper hand. Although, now that I think of it, I should’ve actually done it.

Helen’s angry face quickly turned to anguish. She took a deep breathe, she knew she was cornered, she had no choice. Her hand slowly started to travel down to her slit. Using her middle finger and ring finger, she used them to bloom her flower open. I could see deep inside her while her pussy glistened. The excitement and maybe even some fear had clearly made her moist. The vividness of pink and amount of pussy juice for her age was impressive. I assumed her husband didn’t use her body as much as he should have when he was around.

“Now take your other hand and suck your tits” the vulgarity of my words even left me surprised.

With her other hand, she lifted her full breast towards her mouth. Her rack was aged to perfection, the perfect amount of sag that made them more soft and fun but still well formed. Her nipples were standing at attention; her whole body was activated at this point.

My pervertedness no doubt came form watching tons of porn. I stood there staring at her performance in the mirror. The neighborhood saint who never missed Sunday service and usually wore clothes to cover her whole body was being held up nude by her knees, spreading her pussy and sucking on her tits. I had turned the female version of Mr. Rodgers into my own Lisa Ann.

I carried her and put her down on the couch. She covered up once more, still unsure about the whole situation. I picked up my phone.

“Should I text everyone?” Referring to the imaginary “photo”

“Francis, please don’t” she begged

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“I want you to rub your pussy for me”
The reluctance in her was palpable but she knew she was trapped. Instead of futile complaints, she went to work on herself rubbing her clit. I pulled out my phone and hit the record button.

“No!” As she covered up and closed her legs

“Ok then, sending the photo now” I replied

“Ok Ok Ok I’m sorry”

Her legs opened back up, her rubbing even more forceful than before. I lied about the “photo” but now I had something way better. The scene of this gorgeous mature woman masturbating forever documented for me to view whenever I wanted.

I put my phone away and walked in front of her. Reaching down, I placed two fingers at the entrance of her wet hole. As I inserted them into her, her eyes rolled back as she gave a quiet moan that she was trying to hold back. Her body tightened.

“Keep rubbing” I said as both of us were working together to service her. The silky soft matter felt amazing against my fingers as I massaged her from the inside. Her face was in ecstasy even if she was trying to hide it with a mix of worry of what I would do next. I took my fingers out sopping wet and placed it in front of her mouth.

Her face expressed confusion of what I was doing, but then her eyes grew bigger as she realized what I wanted her to do. Without saying anything, I nudged my other hand with the phone in it to remind her what was at stake.

She opened her mouth and started taking small licks of my fingers drenched in her pussy juice. As it hit her tastebuds she recoiled in disgust; not disgusted by the taste but moreso the depravity of the act. Kudos to her, she kept going until I decided to shove them into her throat where she sucked the rest of it off.

“Swallow” I said while I closed her mouth by pushing her chin up. She closed her eyes and took a gulp.

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“I can’t believe you would do this to poor old lady, you should be ashamed of yourself” it seemed she was trying guilt this time instead of defiance. It didn’t work – I quickly grabbed her off the couch, sat down and laid her across my knee.

“This is was naughty girls get” I reared back my hand and gave her a hard spank on her ass. She shrieked out in pain.

“Please stop” begging once more

*SLAP – another blow to her other cheek. Her bare ass was red and her body started trembling.

*SLAP – an even harder blow and a louder yelp. She forcefully threw herself on the floor and started crawling away from me.

“If you want me to stop then give me something else to do” letting her choose what would happen next

Desperately not wanting more spanking, she got up on her knees and raised her ass like a bitch in heat. Her body was positioned perfectly in front of the mirror once again as I could see her dejected face; her chin touching the ground while her ass was in the air.

“Take it, I know it’s what you want” she said in a defeated tone knowing that there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

“See, now that is a good girl. From now on your gonna call me Daddy and your gonna give me what I want” I stood up off the couch and removed my pants revealing my fully erect unit that had been waiting patiently.

“Yes daddy” she said

“Tell me what I want to hear”

“Please fuck me” her voice sheepish

I had broken her, I had her around my finger. Her insistence made my cock even harder which I didn’t know was efficient. I got on my knees behind her and started to mount her, guiding my shaft to the entrance of her vagina.

“Ohhhh my gawd….oh….oh….it’s so big…..oh gawd” she yelped in agony

I slid into her slowly, wiggly a little every couple of centimeters so that her pussy could adjust till finally deep within her cervix.

I grabbed the front of her neck from behind to lift her head off from the ground and guided her towards my body. I pushed her cheek to make her head rotate as if she was looking over her shoulder and gave her a passionate kiss. To my surprise, she reciprocated as her tongue met mine as we started to makeout like lovers while we were still connected below.

After a soft lull, it was time to get back to work as I started to recede out of her for the first pump. Her breathe blowing faster into my mouth in anticipation. The second time back into her would not be so gentle as I returned my dick back so deep it felt like I was in her stomach.

“OHHHHHHHH’ she gasped as she pulled her face away from mine as her upper body collapsed back onto the floor, her left cheek flat on the hardwood. Now that she was primed, I started a rhythm.

Moaning and screaming, I pounded her harder and harder. With her ass in the air and me fucking her in a mounted portion – I felt like a prized stallion violating his mare. Every time she buckled under the force of a thrust, my arms would pick her waist back up into position without missing a beat.

I got into such a powerful cadence that she started pounding the floor with her hand.

‘YOUR SO FUCKING DEEP, OHHHHH FUCK YOUR DESTROYING ME”

Her breathe was uncontrollable. She lifted her front body up by pushing herself up with hands on the floor. Her head looking up at the ceiling while her stomach dipped – it was basically a cow pose in yoga. I could tell she was close.

“Cum on my dick babe. Cmon, cum on my dick”

“Yes daddy! OHHHHHHHHHH I’M CUMMING” her face reddened and her whole body flexed. She collapsed flat on the floor. I let her lay there and catch her breath. She needed to regain some energy.

As she lay trying to recover, I went to her fridge to grab some bottles of water. I laid them beside her. She quickly grabbed one and chugged it. She opened up another one and started drinking.

“Daddy, this is so refreshing” in a grateful tone, a stark contrast to the defiant woman she was only a couple moments before.

“Keep drinking” I said while tipping the bottle up for her to finish.

Once she was done, I picked her up off the floor and laid her back on the couch.

“This is how lovers do it right?” In a soft tone as I entered her missionary style

“Oohhh mmmmmm” she moaned in pleasure as her body was better adjusted this time around.

She reached up and pulled the back of my head towards hers and started kissing me again. Whenever she looked at me now, instead of fear and disgust – it was now affectionate and longing.

“I want you to cum now daddy. I’ll do anything you say”

Hearing that made me smile – I was proud of her as I leaned in and gave her a loving kiss. I started driving into her once more. As I was fucking her, I subtly placed my hand near her bladder. Without her noticing, I pressed a little harder each time I completed a thrust.

“…ugh…ohhh….Daddy I need to go the bathroom”

I ignored her request like I didn’t hear it.

“Daddy, all that water you gave me is coming back” She said it once more thinking I had missed the first time.

Again I ignored her pleas and pounded away even harder. This time she knew there was no mistake that I was intentionally ignoring her. Her expression changed back into a panic as her body started squirming. She tried getting up but it was useless in missionary as my the full weight of my body stood in her way. With every thrust, the pressure built. I could feel her body clench; trying her best to keep her fluids as well as her dignity.

“Oh fuck, ohh fuck” she shrieked

My dick was pumping her like a piston, hitting her deep and true. Her facial expression slowly changed from tense to defeated – she could no longer delay the inevitable. I knew I had to hurry my climax before the fireworks; I picked up my pace furiously and felt my member reach it’s tipping point.

“Fuck!!” With one final thrust, I unloaded what felt like a gallon of my cum deep into her womb. As I pulled out, she had also reached her limit.

As I disengaged, the pressure that had built up released. She screamed as her eyes rolled to the back of her head – her pussy squirted so hard it hit the ceiling and dripped backed down on her face. Her mouth gaped in shock at the rauchiness of what she had just done.

“I know you have more” I said as I raised her ass up a little off the couch, angling her pussy towards her face. “Open your mouth” I instructed her.

Past the point of no return – she obediently parted her mouth and closed her eyes, ready to receive. Her pussy flowed a warm steady stream. With me angling her body perfectly, Helen gave herself a golden shower all over her face and in her mouth.

“Swallow” I insisted. She took a big gulp and opened her eyes, staring at me looking for approval.

“Your such a dirty slut Helen”

“Just for you Daddy” she said, her whole body trembling. As I kissed her salty lips, I grinned knowing this was only the beginning for this obedient slut.

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