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Subject: {ASSM} Judith and Me 1 (MC, Fdom)
Date: Thu,  5 Dec 2002 16:10:03 -0500
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Title: Judith and Me
Author: Homer Vargas
Part 1 Grace
Universe:
Summary: David's obsession with an older woman sets
him on an adventure that will change his life.
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 3/20/00
Last Edited 2/22/02

Judith and Me (MC, Fdom)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

Input from Trey Gallant gratefully acknowledged

Chapter 1: Grace

"My God!  What a piece of ass on that woman!" I
thought as I looked out from my patio.  Although Grace
Archer must be well past forty, her figure didn't show
it.  Or rather, it did.  She was plump in all the
right places!  I had been watching my sexy new
neighbor leave the house in her skimpy nurses'
uniforms since she moved next door a few week ago.  It
seldom failed to sent me off to work horny or back to
my room for some relief.  On weekends I had seen her
in frilly, translucent blouses that made it impossible
not to stare.  And the mini skirts she wore - a little
trashy, but damn they were hot!  I couldn't keep from
looking at her beautiful ass.  I got a hard on almost
anytime I caught a glimpse of her.

Right now I was guiltily watching her hang out her
laundry: lacy bras and high french-cut panties, not
the sorts of things that most middle-aged women wore. 
This morning she had on a pair of tight pink short
shorts and a bright yellow halter I hadn't seen
before.  The halter displayed her full breasts and the
shorts hugged her tight round ass in a way that
stiffened my prick as usual.  No doubt about it, Mrs.
Archer was one hell of a stacked woman.

Suddenly, to my embarrassment, she caught my eyes on
her and blew me a kiss before wiggling her hips back
into her house.  The rest of the week I had the
impression she knew I was watching and that she was
deliberately putting on a show for me.  Although
embarrassed at my attraction to this sexy older woman,
I couldn't get her out of my mind.

When Friday night rolled I was alone.  Sarah, my
girlfriend insisting that seeing each other once a
week was enough and it was to be Saturday this week. 
I had a few beers and turned in early.  That night I
dreamed about her.  I saw Grace standing by my bed in
a short black dress rubbing her tits and touching
herself between her legs.  I tried to get up to make
her go away, but I seemed paralyzed.  Then, very
deliberately, she let the dress fall away.  She was
naked except for panties and heels.  Grinning, she
slipped out of them and into bed with me, offering me
one of her luscious breasts to kiss.

I didn't remember much else, but when I awoke very
late Saturday morning, I could see I must have had a
Hell of a wet dream.  The bed was a wet mess and I
felt totally drained as if I had come several times in
my sleep.  I tried to put the strange dream out of my
mind, but it seemed always to be there.

I set about straightening the house, doing the laundry
and catching up on business and tried to think about
my date that night with Sarah.  It was annoying not to
be able to get this sexy older woman out of my mind. 
Even to compare the two was ridiculous.  My fiancee
was slim and pretty, a lawyer who did work for my firm
occasionally.  We were obviously right for each other.
 Sarah was sensible and orderly and was going to be a
perfect wife.  We would have sex once a week on Friday
night -- lights out.  She would decide when the best
time was for each of our exactly two children to be
born.  I had given up on getting her to go out for a
romantic evening or a night of dancing.  At 25, she
was "too old" for that, she said.  Sara was sweet and
oh so sensible, but I couldn't shake the raw sexuality
Mrs. Archer exuded.

Later, just as I was getting ready to leave to pick up
Sarah for our date at the opera, I heard a knock on my
door.  To my dismay, I found a grinning Grace Archer
there with a big plate of stuffed jalapeno peppers,
ready for a "visit."  Considering my uncomfortable
attraction to her, I was not eager to let her in. 
Besides, I really didn't have time for her right then.
 Still, I found with the memory of that dream still on
my mind and I couldn't close the door on her.

She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a
too-tight hug as she sashayed in, looking around as if
she were going to buy the place.  Planting herself on
my couch, she began downing the stuffed peppers,
talking a mile a minute.  I sat as far away as
possible on the love seat across the room hoping I
could get rid of her as soon as possible.

Nevertheless, I couldn't ignore her display of
cleavage while we talked.  Soon I realized she had her
skirt hiked up as well, and I could see she wasn't
wearing any panties.  I tried to control myself, but I
couldn't keep from getting had, looking up her skirt,
or into her blouse.  The more I looked, the more
difficult it became to follow what she was saying.  I
was getting so horny just looking at this woman I
couldn't think about anything except wanting to play
with those titties and run my hand up under her dress.

Attempting to defuse the situation, I offered her some
tea.  "Don't you have any beer?  Dos Equis would be
fine." she grinned.  I didn't beer of course, of
course, Sarah didn't approve of me drinking beer, but
against my better judgement, I produced a couple of
scotches.  "How about another slug and some more ice
for this, honey?" she grinned as I was about to sit
down again.

When I returned from the kitchen, Grace was parked on
the love seat, my drink was sitting on the end table. 
I could hardly take it back to the couch without being
obviously rude, so I wedged myself into the little
space Grace had left.  This left me pressed against a
large, soft and very sexy woman.

As we sipped our drinks, I began to realize what a big
mistake it had been, letting Grace into my house, and
worse, to let alcohol cloud my judgement.  I supposed
it was my excitement, but the drink hit me hard!  I
tried to make small talk, but I was having increasing
trouble concentrating on anything but Grace.

Suddenly she broke off, smiled at me, and said, "Do
you like my tits, David?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't be shy, she coaxed.  "You know what I mean.
 You have been drooling at my titties for a half hour,
boy.  It's kind of cute the way you glance away
occasionally, trying not to look, but your eyes keep
being dragged back.  I have to conclude you enjoy
looking at women's boobs."

"Please forgive me, Mrs.  Archer," I began.  It's just
that ..."

"Oh, don't apologize," she interrupted, breezily. 
"And I've told you to call me Grace.  It's a very
natural reaction.  The drink has probably gone to your
head, poor baby, and I *am* sitting quite close to
you."  She giggled a little and snuggled a little
closer.  "Is it your fault that a couple of naughty
buttons of my blouse are undone, giving you a nice
peek at my big round boobs?  You are a healthy young
man; it's only natural for you to be getting horny."

"Well, yes, but still I shouldn't ..."

"Don't be silly, David.  It happens to men all the
time when I show 'em these jugs.  I kind like it when
a man can't keep his eyes off my bosom.  In fact, I
want you to KEEP on looking at my titties while I open
my blouse a little more," she said softly, unfastening
a couple more buttons.  "I want you to keep you eyes
fixed on my big, round tits, David.  You could gaze at
them forever.  Tell me you like to look at my tits."

"I like to look at your tits, Mrs.  ...  Grace" I
repeated, before I could stop myself.

"Very good, David," she smiled.  "You are doing just
what I told you to do.  You are looking at my tits. 
You called me 'Grace.'  You said just what you were
supposed to.  You like doing what you're told, don't
you?  You even admitted you liked to look because I
ordered you to say it.  You like obeying me, don't
you, David?"

"Yes, ma'am." I heard myself say.  God!  Why would I
admit that?

"That's right.  Now just keep looking, you can't help
looking at my big, pretty tits ...  because you want
to obey me."  She had lowered her voice to a gentle,
rhythmic flow of sound.  "Of course, I like it even
better when you peek up my skirt.  You were peeking at
me from across the room, too, weren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." I murmured, "But ..."

"Of course you were, you naughty boy.  I've got on a
really short, sexy skirt and I hiked it a little to
give you a nice view.  You couldn't keep your eyes off
my crotch.  Would you like to see some more?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now be careful," she teased.  "You should realize
that peeking at my crotch will just make you hornier,
but you like me to make you horny, don't you?" she
coaxed.

"Yes, Grace," I barely breathed.  I wasn't thinking
too clearly now.

"Of course you do, sweetie," she whispered, shifting
and turning to expose herself even more.  "It feels
good to let me get you horny.  You are horny because I
WANT you to be horny, baby.  A horny man does what he
is told and that is going to make things a lot more
fun for both of us."

By now, I guess I was just staring, stupefied.  "Well,
don't waste my time just eyeballing me, my young
friend.  These titties are itching for some action. 
Why don't you get these puppies out of my blouse.  Get
yourself a couple of handful of tit and start working
me over.  I think you'll like what happens to me when
a man gets his hands on my boobs!"

I started to protest but suddenly she took me into her
arms and was kissing me.  Part of me knew something
was badly wrong!  I shouldn't be doing this, not with
her, and not now when Sarah was waiting for me, but
somehow I couldn't keep my hands off her body.

Everything was so fuzzy.  First I was just feeling her
up, but then before I knew it, she had me sucking and
kissing those wonderful poonts until I couldn't think
straight.  Even while I was sucking those luscious
nipples, she hiked up her skirt and guided my free
hand between her legs.  "Put your hands on me down
here, darling.  You're working my tits up real good,
but I've got another toy for you to play with.  Uiii,
yes!  Right there!  Stick your finger in my cunt. 
Tickle my clit, lover.  I'll show you how to make a
girl happy!"

Foggy as I was, I was amazed; her pussy was already
wet!  Before I knew it, even while I was just feeling
her breasts, I think, she unzipped my pants and
started massaging my cock.  And all the while, she
kept talking, talking so softly that I couldn't make
out most of what she was saying.  It drove me wild.  I
was dazed, carried away with lust.

After having me finger her to several orgasms, she
drew my face down between her legs, something Sara
would never have allowed me to do, much less
initiated.  I don't know how long she held me there,
nuzzling her pussy and tonguing her clit, drinking the
juices that oozed out each time she came, but I never
wanted it to end.  Finally heard her say, "All right
lover.  You've worked on me long enough, darling. 
It's time for us to sack out."

All thought of Sarah had fled.  Grace must have just
led me upstairs, to my bedroom.  My memory is rather
hazy, but I think she sat me down on the bed and
started taking off my clothes for me.  "You poor horny
baby," she whispered and kissed me again.  "Grace made
her baby work so hard to turn her on.  And he did such
a good job.  His hands got her nipples hard and his
tongue gave her wonderful cums.  He's going to be an
awesome lover!  Grace is feeling warm and soft and so
ready for long night in bed with her stud.  But in
arousing her, poor baby got terribly aroused, too,
didn't you sweetie?.  Now he deserves to relax and
leave everything to Grace.  Grace is going to make
love to her baby so good."

It was like a rape!  Part of me fought the desire for
her, fought against losing control, but when she
pushed me down to mount me, I was too weak even to
want to resist any more.  "Good boy, my good horny
boy," she cooed and crawled astride me.  She was so
big, once she was on me, I couldn't push her off.  I
had never been fucked with a woman on top.  I felt
helpless under her weight, powerless.  But it was
wonderful, even as I felt control of myself slip away.
 My body was hers to do with as she wished.  She took
my prick and slid it in her pussy and rode me for a
long time, never ceasing to talk to me in that soft,
sexy voice that I could not quite understand, but
which I loved hearing.

Grace got herself off more times than I could count. 
At last she let me orgasm.  As I exploded into her,
she cradled my head to her bosom, placed a nipple in
my mouth and let darkness fall around me 

 From then on my life was turned upside down.  Grace
came over every night so we could make love.  --  Who
am I kidding? - She came over to fuck me.  I had never
been so hot for a woman.  Sometimes during the day I
would have fleeting thoughts about Sarah.  I knew I
should return her increasingly irate calls, but it
just kept slipping my mind.  All I could think about
at work was getting home so Grace could screw me again
that night.  She was a wonderfully randy bitch who
couldn't seem to get enough, and she awoke in me that
voracious passion of a younger man for an older woman.

If she was already at my house when I got back from
work, I knew how she would be waiting for me, dressed
in a parody of her nurse's uniform and eager to get
laid.  She would engulf me in her arms and guide my
hands up under the pantiless micro-shift.  As I
fondled her bare ass, she would kiss me and whisper
teasingly, "Oh lover, baby, you seem so tense and
frustrated.  Are you horny because you haven't had
your personal nurse for too many hours?  I'd better
give you some of that medicine to relax you.  Dinner
can wait, darling."

At that point food was the farthest thing from my
mind.

"You need some immediate relief, don't you, sweetie? 
I know how to soothe away those tensions, remove those
frustrations.  You need my special way to make a man
unwind!  Come upstairs to bed, honey, and I'll give
you a nice, easy roll in the hay."

She wouldn't let me prepare dinner until she had
served me the appetizer from between her legs and I
had been screwed silly.  And as soon as I had finished
serving and cleaning up after the meal, she would call
me to the couch where we would make out while watching
an erotic video to "make sure you're in a raunchy
mood," she'd giggle.  Then when I was horny out of my
mind, she would always take me to bed and put me to
sleep like the first night: riding me to orgasm that
knocked me out.

My recreational habits were jerked around 180 degrees.
 My (and Sarah's) season tickets to the opera lay
unused.  Grace preferred hockey and screamed like a
maniac when a fight broke out.  Between fuck sessions
at home she liked to watch wrestling on TV.  On
weekends she dragged me up and down the East Coast to
see stock car racing and tractor pulls.  On the
positive side she also insisted I start a rigorous
exercise program at the local gym, "because I want to
make sure you stay hard," she laughed.

I was somewhat disturbed by the powerful obsession I
felt for Grace and my sudden loss of interest in other
women -- Sarah had finally dumped me when I never
called her.  Still, I was too busy getting laid day
and night by this insatiable woman to be able to worry
much about it.

Things might have gone on like that for I don't know
how long, if the hospital had not sent Grace out of
town on training for a few days.  She seemed a little
apprehensive about leaving me, but she told me just to
relax while she was gone and rented a bunch of porno
movies for me.  "Watch one every night and think about
me while you wank," she had giggled after she made
love to me the morning she went away.

The first night, that's exactly what I did.  Grace's
instructions were ringing in my ears when I got home
that evening.  Immediately I went to the VCR and
slipped in the tape she had selected for me.  Almost
immediately my eyes were glued to the screen and my
cock grew hard as a rock.  An old movie from the days
when porn flicks had plots, it showed a group of white
explorers in Africa who are turned into breeding studs
by a tribe of big-busted women.  As the movie ends,
the queen of the tribe is lolling between two smiling
women with large pregnant bellies who are slowly
masturbating.  The even more pregnant queen has an
expression of sheer ecstasy on her face as the
enslaved leader of the explorers is kneeling between
her legs eating her to orgasm.

Wow!  Grace really know how to push my buttons!  I
went to sleep that night with visions of the
queen/Grace fucking me silly.  Unfortunately for
Grace, the fare the next night was your typical XXX
movie, several men and women fucking in various
position and rooms of a house without much rhyme or
reason.  I had a good come, but nothing like the night
before.

By the third night for the first time in months, I was
thinking more clearly.  I really didn't want to watch
another film like last night so I decided to catch up
on personal business.  I sat down with my bank
statement.  To my shock, I noticed that for the last
three months my software royalties had been
transferred to Grace's account.  It dawned on me that
I had not been spending any of my own money recently. 
Grace always bought the groceries-- she was
practically living over at my house now -- and when we
were out shopping, even for clothes for me, she was
the one who paid - with my credit card which she
carried.  I even remembered the amused looks she got
from some of the saleswomen and the "eat your heart
out" wink she had given them.  The only money I spent
was a few dollars Grace gave me every morning for the
Metro and lunch.

What was going on?  First my sex life, then my
personal life and now finances had been taken over by
my horny neighbor.  And I certainly couldn't remember
ever agreeing to any of this, certainly not to turning
all of my income over to her.  The words "sex slave"
popped into my mind.  I could vaguely recall Grace
grinning down at me as she fucked me, saying, "You
want it, don't you, sweetie?  You want to be my little
sex slave!"

This was more than embarrassing; it was terrifying.  I
realized I had a problem and had to get help and I
knew I had better get it now, before Grace got back
and fucked away this window of lucidity.  I went to my
computer and began searching on the Internet for local
psychologists.  A flashing banner caught my eye: Dr.
J. Roth -- Specialized in Psychosexual Obsessions. 
Just what I needed.  I called for an appointment.

To be continued in Chapter 2: Judith

Comments (please) to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com



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