It had been four days since thirty-two-year-old Peter Chaplin had spent the night with the previously mysterious woman that lived in the secluded cottage on the edge of the village.
The woman was sixty years old and named Pamela Edmundson, but until recently she had been a professional dominatrix in London under the name of Misstress Donna. Peter had sampled her skills with a cane before he gave her a good fucking and they spent the night together, with both of them intending to see much more of each other in the future.
Peter had inspected the cane marks on his bottom a few times in his wardrobe mirror. It had been his first-ever caning and it hurt him a lot, but he was thinking that he would not object to more of the same in the future because he found it to be a huge turn on.
Pamela had got Peter's phone number, but he did not have hers and he was also respecting her wish for him not to visit the cottage unannounced. The reason for that request from Pamela was that she still sometimes entertained special former clients, both male and female.
Pamela had actually entertained on one of the nights since her time with Peter; she had caned a fifty-seven-year-old lady friend who was dressed in schoolgirl uniform before the two of them licked each other's cunts to multiple orgasms.
Pamela was itching to see Peter again because the fucking that he had given her was memorable and she wanted more of it. She was thinking how lucky she was to find a much younger, unattached male in the village that was so proficient at lovemaking.
Early on this Thursday evening, she phoned Peter's mobile. "Peter dear, it is Pamela. I have been thinking about you," said the sexy woman.
"Oh, Pamela, it is so good to hear from you; I have been thinking about you too," replied Peter.
"That is nice to know; I was wondering, would you like to visit me this evening?" asked Pamela.
"I would like that very much but, um..." started Peter because he was not really ready for another caning.
"Oh, don't worry darling, my cane will not be anywhere to be seen; I just want to fuck you," laughed Pamela, correctly detecting Peter's thoughts.
"In that case, when shall I be there?" said a relieved and aroused Peter.
"As soon as you want, darling; I want your cock," replied Pamela.
"I am on my way," announced Peter.
"I will be ready for you," said Pamela, wet at the thought of an imminent fucking.
Pamela's getting ready consisted of wearing nothing but the black blouse that she wore when Peter visited before, as she opened the door with a sexy smile about five minutes after the phone conversation ended.
"Fuck, you look good," said Peter, as he entered the cottage.
The couple kissed and their hands were all over each other as Peter's bulge pressed against Pamela. "Thank you, darling. Do I look good enough to shag?" asked the excited Pamela when the kissing broke.
As she spoke, Pamela had already got Peter's belt and trousers undone.
"Pamela, I want to give you the fucking that a sexy lady like you deserves," said Peter, undoing Pamela's blouse to expose her tits.
"Deserves and needs, baby. Follow me," said Pamela, turning and heading for the stairs, bare arse on display.
Peter had to hold his undone trousers to prevent them from slipping down as he followed Pamela's arse up the stairs.
"How is your bottom?" asked Pamela as she reached the top of the stairs.
"It is still marked," answered Peter, more interested in Pamela's bottom than his own.
"Yes, it would be. Better let me inspect it," said Pamela with a smirk.
Peter did not object as Pamela pulled down his undone trousers and then knelt behind him to lower his boxers. She giggled as she had to pull them out at the front to get beyond Peter's erection. "Oh yes, that looks like a bottom that has had a dozen strokes," said Pamela, running fingers gently along the still visible marks.
She then turned Peter around and took his penis into her mouth. "Oh fuck," mumbled Peter, as Pamela started sucking and licking his rod.
Pamela had no intention of sucking Peter for long because she wanted his cock in her cunt, but she did rather like having the much younger man's weapon in her mouth. "I think we should fuck now," announced Pamela, taking her lips from Peter's cock and scrambling to her feet.
They kissed as Peter caressed Pamela's arse and he then took off her blouse, leaving her naked. Pamela removed Peter's shirt and he got out of the lower clothing that was at his feet.
Pamela had her eyes fixed on Peter's as she backed to the bed and lay, legs spread. Peter initially thought of making her cum with his mouth, as he had done a few days before, but he decided to go straight to the fucking and he positioned himself between the woman's legs, having his erection brushing her cunt lips.
"Stop teasing and put it in," giggled Pamela, giving Peter little choice as she put her heels on his backside and more or less forced his cock into her. They both groaned as entry was achieved in this way.
Peter held still for quite a while with his large cock inside Pamela's cunt before he slowly withdrew and then eased in again, causing a "Yes" from Pamela.
As she had summoned him to come and fuck her, he decided that he was going to try to make it special, for both of them, as he slowly moved in and out. Peter wanted to make it a long and sensual fuck.
Peter pushed himself up with his arms as he looked down into Pamela's eyes as he continued to make love to her with slow movements of his hips. Pamela's mouth was open but no sound was coming out and her eyes sometimes rolled as the feelings from her cunt were transferred to her brain. She had found herself a great lover, possibly a better lover than he himself realised.
Pamela knew that she would be hit by a tremendous orgasm but what she did not know was quite when, as Peter's rock hard penis slowly moved in and out of her.
Peter was still propped up by his arms as he watched the changes in Pamela's facial expressions as he slowly, steadily shafted her. Pamela's insides were now bubbling as her orgasm got closer and closer to eruption.
Peter kept up the same slow pace and Pamela's expression change told him that she was about to cum, although her shriek confirmed the arrival of her orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh, shit, oh shit," screamed Pamela as the long-threatened orgasm arrived.
It was a long-lasting orgasm for Pamela but having made her cum once, Peter set about making her cum again, now by fucking at an increased pace. He lowered himself so that their mouths met and they snogged as Peter thrust his hips considerably faster than he had been before.
Pamela had her legs on his lower back and she dug her claws into his upper back as she came a second time, again loudly. This was the sort of fucking that dreams were made of.
So far, Peter had had complete control over his own climax, but now he was finding it harder to prevent himself from cumming as he fucked hard and fast. He was fighting a losing battle and his built-up sperm rose up the length of his penis and splattered in Pamela's wet cunt, sparking her third orgasm.
"Phew! That was good, loverboy," said Pamela, once she could talk.
"It was, but your claws hurt," said Peter.
"Sorry about that, but fuck, you made me cum so fucking hard," apologised Pamela.
Peter rolled off her and they kissed. "Am I staying the night?" Peter asked.
"I hope so," replied Pamela.
"I will have to leave early to get home to get ready for work," explained Peter.
"Oh, yes. You mentioned work when we first met. Do you fuck the woman from work that you mentioned as well?" said Pamela.
"We only go out occasionally and we fuck even less," replied Peter.
"So she is not any competition for me, then?" asked Pamela, semi-seriously.
"Are you saying that you are my girlfriend?" responded Peter.
"Mature lady friend, more like it," giggled Pamela.
It was looking like the age-difference couple was starting to form a relationship.