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This story is a work of fiction incorporating adult themes. If you are
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Your comments on this story and others are always greatly appreciated.
The Funeral by Red Dog
F/m, femdom, humil
He sat in his study and his mind drifted back, as it often did, to an
event that had happened years before. It was a strong memory and it never
failed to evoke mixed feelings of revulsion and erotic excitement.
Revulsion because he had always felt dirty and demeaned by what had
happened and excited because it had really been his first sexual
experience.
Mike was about 15 years old and a shy and introverted kid. His father
had switched jobs from time to time and the last change had caused Mike's
family to move from the town where he had grown up to another city. He was
forced into making new friends, something that did not come easily to him.
One of the few friends he had was Frank, who was about a year younger
and was a bit of an outcast himself. Frank called one day to ask Mike if
he wanted to go to a funeral. Mike was somewhat taken aback by the offer
but it turned out that Frank's grandfather had passed away and the funeral
had been that day. Mike didn't know a lot about funerals but learned that
family and friends were getting together at a nearby hall for a meal and
drinks. Mike thought it was a bit of a strange custom but the prospect of
the food sounded good.
Frank clearly was not too broken up by his grandfather's passing and he
and Mike helped themselves to the buffet and all the pop they could drink.
Mike was a bit surprised by the whole procedure and would later think that
it was just like a wedding reception, only without the band. Everyone was
in very good spirits and nobody seemed too upset about the old guy who had
died.
When Mike sat down to eat, he found himself seated next to an older lady
who appeared to be there by herself. She introduced herself as Frank's
Aunt Mary who was from out of town somewhere. She was the sister of
Frank's mother but she was obviously a younger sister. Frank's mom was
old, about the same age as Mike' s folks who were in their 50's but Aunt
Mary appeared to be about 15 years younger, perhaps in her mid thirties.
She quickly advised Mike that he could drop the "Aunt" part and just
call her Mary. Mike liked her right away because of this because it made
him feel like an adult. Most adults treated him like the juvenile that he
was but Mary spoke to him as if he was her equal.
She asked him about his family and his schooling and generally led the
small talk which made Mike feel very comfortable. He also thought she was
attractive for an older woman. She was wearing a black dress but it looked
good on her. She had reddish colored hair which was cut short. She was
not really tall, about 5"6" and she appeared to be very solid with good
sized breasts, wide hips and good legs. While she talked to Mike, he tried
to catch surreptitious glances at her body and legs as she crossed and
uncrossed them. As she sat with her legs crossed, she dangled one shoe off
her foot which Mike noticed and found tremendously sexy for some reason.
Mary asked Mike if he had a girlfriend and he advised her that he really
hadn't met anyone in this town yet. He tried to make it sound as if he had
his choice and just couldn't decide which girl to date when, in truth, he
didn't really know any girls and was terrified of the few that he had met.
He did have a girlfriend in the town he had moved from but they had
actually only been good friends and Mike had never done anything more
intimate than holding hands with her.
Mary, as it turned out was divorced and she told him about this as if it
was something she discussed with every 15 year old she met. She smiled and
told him that she wished she had met a guy like him previously and told him
that he must be a real heartbreaker. It was the first time Mike had ever
heard that term and he was smitten with Mary. She in turn seemed to like
him and Mike was astounded when she asked him if he wanted to meet her
downtown later for a drink. Mike couldn't believe that she was serious
because she obviously knew how old he was and was aware that he was several
years away from his first legal drink. Mary told him though that she was
staying downtown at a newly constructed hotel and that she would be
returning home the following morning. She gave Mike her room number and he
agreed to meet her at 7:00 p.m. that evening.
Mike caught a ride home with Frank's parents and the whole time he
thought of nothing but the fact that an attractive adult lady thought
enough of him to want to meet for a drink. It seemed like such a grown-up
thing to do.
When Mike got home, he had a bath and put on the same clothes he had
been wearing to the funeral since they were the best ones he had. He
dabbed on some Brut from a very small bottle that he owned and combed his
hair. He told his parents that he was going out to a movie and they
accepted this because that's often what he did.
Mike walked to the corner and caught a bus downtown. The ride was about
half an hour and all this time, he thought about nothing but Mary and how
his meeting with her would go. He hoped he wouldn't make a complete fool
of himself and he wondered how his hero, James Bond would handle the
situation. He kind of smiled to himself when he realized that Bond
probably wouldn't have ridden a bus. Not too cool Mike thought, but then
he knew he really wasn't a cool guy although he wanted people to think
otherwise.
When the bus arrived downtown, Mike walked the few short blocks to the
hotel where Mary was staying. He was about 15 minutes early and paced up
and down the sidewalk to kill time. Promptly at 7:00 p.m. he rode the
elevator to her floor and with his heart pounding, knocked on the door of
Mary's room.
He was surprised when the door opened and he found that Mary was
actually there and asked him to come in. In the back of his mind he had
thought that this whole thing might have been a setup for a practical joke
and that the room number he had been given would turn out to belong to some
complete stranger.
Mike walked into the room and was made more nervous by the fact that
Mary had changed and was wearing some type of robe. The robe was some kind
of paisley material and was shiny like it might have been silk. It was
tied closed with a belt of the same material that ended in long golden
colored fringes. The robe came down to about her knees and Mike noticed
that she was barefoot; her shoes had been kicked off and were at the side
of the room.
Mary asked him if he wanted a drink and apologized for having only rye.
Mike was astounded that she was actually going to let him drink but she had
one herself and obviously wanted him to join her. In actual fact Mike
hated the taste of rye. He had tasted it before because his Dad used to
drink a lot of it and there was always some in the house. He told Mary
however that rye was all he ever drank and she mixed him one with ginger
ale from a mickey that was sitting on the dresser.
Mike took the drink and tried to act cool as he took a sip. He wandered
over to the window and looked down on the street below. he made some inane
comment about the view which was actually nothing too exciting. Mary asked
him to have a seat but the room's only armchair was occupied by the dress
that she had worn to the funeral and which she had obviously taken off when
she got back to the room. Mary sat on the bed and told Mike just to move
the dress over onto a nearby table. He picked it up trying not to wrinkle
it and as he did, he saw that a bra and a pair of panties had been
discarded there also. The bra was white and the panties were cotton with
some type of flower pattern. The y were obviously the garments Mary had
been wearing that day and Mike just stood there looking at them, not
knowing what to do next.
Mary laughed and told him that she had forgotten her underwear was
there. She made no move to pick it up however and told Mike to put the
underwear on the table with the dress. Mike did so and his heart was
pounding as he moved the garments over, trying to look nonchalant as if he
did this all the time. In the meantime, it occurred to him that Mary might
not be wearing anything under her robe.
Mike sat in the chair and Mary asked him if he'd had any trouble getting
downtown. He told her that he had hitchhiked which was something he often
did anyway and he figured it sounded more mature than riding a bus.
While they made small talk, Mary sat on the edge of the bed facing Mike
with her drink in her hand and her legs crossed. Her robe had parted and
while Mike could see part of her thighs, he couldn't see anything more. He
tried to pay attention to the conversation but was mesmerized by Mary's
bare feet and legs and tried to imagine what was under the robe.
Mary directed the conversation to her marriage and divorce and Mike
learned that good men were apparently hard to find. She thanked Mike for
coming down to spend some time with her because she was lonely and she
began asking him about the girls he dated.. Mike actually had no
experience in this area but rather than admit this, made up stories about
several fictitious dates, trying to paint a picture of himself as a man of
the world. Mary then asked him how much sex he had had with these ladies
and Mike stuttered and stumbled with embarrassment as he tried to stammer
out some type of reply. He screwed up so badly that he thought it was
obvious that Mary could see that he was lying, but she smiled and didn't
comment about his embarrassed confusion.
Mike was shocked further when Mary told him that he was attractive and
that the two of them could have some fun that night if he was up for it..
Again she asked him if he had any experience in this area and her enquiring
tone made it obvious that she really didn't believe the stories Mike had
tried to feed her earlier. Mike could hardly speak but nodded that Mary
was correct; he had absolutely no experience other than the daily exercise
he got from his right hand. He felt hot an flushed and he had that strange
feeling in his body that he had in class when a teacher centered him out by
asking a question for which he had no answer. The room seemed to recede
and he felt like his body was gone and only his head remained.
He snapped back to reality when Mary got off the bed and walked over to
his chair. She told him that they could share a good time but that Mike
would have to do things her way. She made it sound as if she was going to
instruct him but again she emphasized that Mike would have to follow her
instructions. She told him quite sternly that if he wasn't willing to do
this, he should leave now. Mike's heart was pounding and part of him
wanted to get up and run but another part of him realized that he might
experience sex, something he had figured would never happen.
He agreed that he would follow Mary's instructions and do whatever she
wanted. She said "OK, then" and walked back to the bed and sat down. She
crossed her legs again and told Mike to stand up and come toward her. He
had such an unreal feeling as he stood and moved the few steps closer to
her. Her tone of voice had somehow become more demanding and the previous
pleasant small talk was gone.
Mary then ordered Mike to strip, to take off all of his clothes. "You
mean everything ?" Mike stammered with some disbelief. Do it right now,
Mary demanded or get out. Mike swallowed a few times and unbuttoned his
shirt and took it off. He was completely embarrassed because of his
scrawny upper body and he bent over a bit, trying to shield himself as he
removed his jeans, socks and shoes. He stood there in his white briefs
completely humiliated by the obvious erection that bulged out the front of
his underwear. Mary looked at him with her eyebrows raised as if to say,
"get on with it" when Mike finally closed his eyes, slid down his
underpants and stood completely naked in front of a woman for the first
time since he had been in diapers.
He felt ridiculous standing there naked in front of a lady he barely
knew who was exposing nothing more than her bare legs and feet. Mary
reached out with one finger and lifted his cock as if she was inspecting
it. Mike was fully erect but was even more humiliated by her close scrutiny
due to the fact that he was not circumcised and had always been embarrassed
by his penis. At camp when he was a kid he was made fun of by other boys
who were circumcised and had what Mike felt were normal penis's. He didn't
realize then that some boys were circumcised while others were not; he just
felt abnormal in this area.
Anyway, he endured Mary's scrutiny but followed her instruction to turn
around. He was shocked however when she put her hand on the back of his
neck and told him to bend over as far as he could. He was utterly
humiliated and confused since he had never experienced anything like this.
He was red with embarrassment as he complied and he felt even more
humiliated when he felt Mary grab the cheeks of his ass and spread them
open. He stayed in this position for what seemed like forever and he kept
thinking that this wasn't right, that he should leave but his throbbing
erection betrayed his excitement.
Eventually Mary was through with her examination and she ordered Mike to
stand up and turn around and face her. She then told him that the most
important part of being a good lover was satisfying his partner and taking
care of her needs. A good lover, she said knew how and where to lick a
woman and she was going to teach Mike to obey. For starters, she told him
to get to his knees in front of her and he could start by licking her toes.
Mike thought this was strange but he did find her feet attractive. They
were small but broad with high arches and nicely shaped toes. Her toenails
were painted an orangey red color and looked very well kept. Mary told
Mike that he was to lick everywhere; between her toes, the soles of her
feet and her ankles. He took her foot in his hand and began to follow her
instructions. When he was finished with one foot, she crossed her legs the
other way and he began the other one. This time, Mary told him to take her
big toe in his mouth and " suck it like a penis." As he put her toe in his
mouth, she began sliding it in and out as he sucked and at the same time,
she slipped her robe off her shoulder exposing one breast.
Mike looked up in awe from his position on the floor as Mary began to
lightly rub her nipple. Mary's breast was full and heavy and the nipple
was about the size of a silver dollar and dark brown in color. He
continued to suck on Mary's toes as she rubbed her nipple, the whole time
staring sternly at him at her feet.
She pulled her toes from Mike's mouth and motioned him towards her. She
spread her legs apart but she was still covered by the robe. Mike ended up
between her legs kneeling on the floor while she remained seated on the
bed. Mary then slipped her robe from her shoulders exposing both breasts to
Mike for the first time. She held one breast with one hand and with the
other on the back of Mike's head, she drew him to her nipple and ordered
him to suck. He did so with some enthusiasm thinking that this was
wonderful. Mary switched hands and moved Mike to her other breast which
received the same treatment. Mary was silent except for a command to have
Mike be a little more gentle. He continued sucking for some time and he
noticed the pale skin of Mary's chest becoming flushed.
Abruptly, she pushed him away and stood, pulling her robe back onto her
shoulders and tightening the sash. She told Mike to remain kneeling where
he was on the floor. His back was a little tired and his knees were sore
but he did as he was told. He wondered when or if he was going to get to
fuck her.
Mary then told Mike that it was critical that he follow her next
instructions to the letter. She said that he would have to lick her some
more but if he was patient, he would get his reward. With that, she undid
the sash and dropped the robe completely. She had been naked under the
robe and Mike then saw his first completely naked woman.
Mary was solid but not fat. Her hips flared out and her ass was rounded
and well shaped. Mike saw female pubic hair for the first time and noticed
that it was full and a slightly darker red than the hair on her head. Mary
walked over to Mike and turned around while holding his head and directing
it towards her ass. She commanded him to kiss her cheeks and he did so
while Mary held his head. After a few minutes she told Mike to start
licking the cheeks of her ass and again he obeyed running his tongue from
the top of her thighs to her waist.. Mary then held his head tight and
while still standing, pulled his face into the crack of her ass. Mike
didn't know what to think about this behavior but he was more turned on
than revolted and this surprised him. He moved one hand down to grab his
penis and try and get some relief , but Mary saw the movement and yelled,
"Stop, leave it alone. We'll reward you later if you're good." Mike took
his hand off immediately. It was clear who was in charge.
Mary then moved ahead onto the bed and got onto her knees facing away
from Mike. She reached around behind and pulled his hair so that he was
forced to knee walk one step ahead until he was right at the edge of the
bed and staring right at Mary's behind. Mary sat back on her heels and
since her feet were at the edge of the bed, her backside was at Mike's
level and squarely at his face. She settled down onto her heels and spread
her knees apart a bit. As she did this, her heels caused her backside to
pull apart and Mike found himself staring directly at her anus. He had
never seen one before and was fascinated. It was puckered and slightly
darker than the rest of her skin. It was raised slightly and he could see
little ridges at the edge of the ring. It pulsed in and out a bit as Mary
got settled.
"Lick," she demanded. Mike had no doubt that she meant her asshole and
he was repelled. He couldn't believe that someone would want to be licked
in such a spot. "Lick it," she said in a more imperative tone. He moved
his face forward and closed his eyes, sticking out his tongue. It made
contact with Mary's asshole and he gave it a tentative lick. He could hear
Mary's sharp intake of breath and she tightened her grip in Mike's hair.
She pushed her butt out even farther and Mike started licking up and down
the crack of her ass with broad swipes of his tongue. Mary's other hand
was busy between her legs and Mike could tell that she was rubbing herself.
He could smell the strong odor of her arousal and she demanded that he
stick his tongue inside. He pushed his pointed tongue into her hole
somewhat surprised that there was no disagreeable smell or taste .He could
feel her asshole contracting on his tongue as he worked to slide it in and
out. The movement of Mary's other hand increased and suddenly she let out
a moan and pulled his face tight into her asshole. She shuddered and fell
slowly forward onto her face on the bed, disengaging Mike's face from her
bottom as she did so.
She lay there for a few moments and Mike was content just to stare at he
ass, pussy and legs as she rested on the bed. Mike was hoping to get a
break because he was getting tired and sore from kneeling on the carpeted
floor. Mary stirred a few minutes later and told mike to get to his feet
which he did gratefully. She stood up and pushed him back onto the bed and
told him to lie on his back and keep his arms at his sides. He did as she
said and watched as she got on the bed and began to straddle his head.
Mary was now kneeling over Mike's face and her feet were pressed down on
top of his arms preventing him from moving them. Mike looked up and all he
could see was the hair on her pussy and the wet, reddened gap between her
legs. He kind of figured what was in store for him and he quickly found
out that he was right. "I want you to lick me again" said Mary "and I
don't want you to stop until I tell you." Mike figured he didn't have much
choice and as Mary lowered her pussy to his face, Mike began to lick. His
head was locked between her thighs and he had almost no control. Mary
rocked her hips back and forth as Mike's tongue worked on her. As before,
Mike heard her breathing faster and she began pressing her pussy down
harder on his face. She quickly climaxed and Mike could feel her muscles
contract as she squeezed his head with her thighs. She relaxed and slumped
a bit and Mike figured he was through but Mary made no move to let him up.
After a few moments he started to ask if he could move but Mary interrupted
and told him to stay put.
A few moments later Mike could feel Mary shifting a bit as she changed
position slightly on his face. She told him to open his mouth and he
thought she wanted him to lick her again. He could feel her muscled tense
a bit and shortly after, Mike felt a trickle on his chin and moments later,
a salty blast in his mouth. Mary was peeing in his mouth and he couldn't
believe it. Some urine got into his mouth before he managed to close it
but he quickly opened it again at Mary's order. He swallowed a bit of her
urine and thought he would gag. He managed to close his throat off and
some of the urine ran into his mouth and back down his chin. Most of it
ran over his chin and neck and Mike for some reason was thinking that the
hotel people would be upset because Mary was peeing on the bedspread. It
never occurred to him at that time that he should be upset because she was
peeing on him.
Mary soon finished and got up off the bed. She put on her robe and told
Mike not to move: she would get him a towel. She threw him the towel from
the bathroom and Mike wiped his face and neck and tried to wipe out his
mouth. Mary brought him a glass of water which he drank.
Mike didn't know what to do next and he was afraid to ask. He felt that
if he had any balls at all he should get up and leave; that he should have
left an hour ago. Any real man would have gone, he thought and he wondered
why he was staying, why he was afraid of offending Mary.
As he was wondering, Mary spoke to him and told him that he had earned
his reward and she told him to kneel by the bed again. Without thinking,
Mike followed her orders again. Mary sat on the edge of the bed again but
this time she began to rub his penis with her foot. Mike's erection had
been waxing and waning as his excitement level peaked and receded, but when
Mary began rubbing him with her foot, he quickly became erect again and it
was clear that he was on the verge of coming. Mary warned him that he
would have to clean up any mess that he made but he didn't care. She was
rubbing his penis between the toes of her two feet and with a few more
strokes, Mike quickly erupted spewing semen over her toes and feet.
He slumped on the floor and Mary said nothing for a moment and then
advised, "cleanup time" She dangled her semen covered toes in front of his
face and Mike had no doubt that she meant him to use his tongue rather than
the towel on the bed. He licked her foot and she pushed her toes into his
mouth. He licked the come from between her toes and off the top of her
foot as well. When he was through with the one foot, she gave him the
other and he completed that task.
Mary told him that it was time for him to leave because she wanted to
take a bath and relax. He got dressed and she showed him to the door. It
was clear that she had no further use for him and she was getting rid of
him as soon as possible. When he was dressed, she showed him to the door
and thanked him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. The door closed and that
was the last he ever saw of her.
Mike took the bus home that night and told his parents that the movie
was fine. He said he'd seen Bonny and Clyde which was out at the time
because he thought it made the lie sound more realistic. There was no way
he could tell his parents or anyone else about what had really happened and
he never did. The memory stayed with him for the rest of his days and for
years, not a day passed that he did not think of this incident. As time
passed the thoughts became less frequent, but they never went away and at
times he re-lived every detail in his mind. His emotions were mixed,
ranging from excitement over the experience, to humiliation and revulsion
over the things that he had done and how those acts defined him. He could
never get over the thought that "a real man" whatever that was would have
told Mary to go to hell and walked out at the first command but he had not.
He had even enjoyed parts of it and it aroused him at the same time it
repelled him and he was all the more ashamed for all of that. With the
passage of many years, he gradually reconciled the matter in his mind but
he shame never left him.
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