Miss Mendoza


My Father’s an electrician, he hates it but it pays the bills so it’s worth the trouble, and you meet nice people. One day he woke up sick and couldn’t get out to work, and asked me to fill in for him. I’m no electrician but he said it was just one job and the lady only needed a couple light bulbs replaced, which I know how to do, and she only lived a kilometre or two away, an easy enough bike ride.

So I got the tools required, put them in my backpack and rode off. To meet Miss Mendoza.

I had just turned eighteen, I was home schooled for the latter half of high school and hadn’t yet lost my virginity, and wasn’t expecting that to change anytime soon.

I arrived at the house and knocked on the door, waiting only a second or two before it was opened to reveal Miss Mendoza.

She was somewhere between fifty-five to sixty-five, had long dark brown hair and was quite busty and fit. She wasn’t wearing make-up when she opened the door, and was wearing simply a baggy shirt and some track-pants, not expecting anyone other than my Dad, who isn’t Don Draper let’s say.

She was thus a little surprised to see me.

‘You’re late- Oh, what do you want?’ she asked upon opening the door.

‘Morning m’am, Roger the electrician is unwell and asked if I’d do this job for him, he said you had a few lights need replacing?’ I responded.

‘Oh, yes, come in.’ she said, opening the door wider and letting me in. I caught her looking me up and down quickly as I entered the house and it turned me on and distracted me somewhat for the next few minutes as she showed me around the house all the lights that needed to be replaced. She then left me to it and went into her room.

It took me about half an hour to get them all done, through which I didn’t see or hear from her at all.

‘M’am?’ I called out.

‘Wait in the lounge room.’ I followed suit, standing about the living room for a minute or two.

She walked out and instantly I wanted her.

She had done her make up and gotten changed, though I couldn’t quite see what into under the dressing gown she wore, but I could see she was wearing black sheer stockings and heels.

‘What is it.’ she said plainly, sitting down.

‘I’m finished.’ I said somewhat nervously.

‘Are you? What is next, then?’

‘I, uh…’

‘Want money? From an old woman like me?’

‘…I-I’m sorry?’ I stuttered.

‘So you should be. Take your clothes off.’ she ordered.

‘I-What?’ I was confused, and turned on. Mostly turned on.

‘Shameful actions require shameful consequences boy.’ she said, raising an eyebrow. ‘Now take your clothes off.’

So I did, quite hurriedly actually, and was completely naked in seconds, my average 9″ dick sprung out into plain view.

‘Are you a virgin?’ she asked.

‘I, uh, yeah.’ I said, shamefully. She smiled a devilish grin.

She took off the dressing gown to reveal her two amazing large breasts, a great shaved pussy and the best ass I’ve ever seen. The only clothing she wore were the aforementioned stockings with a garter belt, high heels, and a black corset.

I breathed a few heavy breaths.

‘Spread your legs wider.’ she said. I expected a kick to the balls due nevşehir escort to the femdom undertones leading up and was mentally preparing myself for it, but instead she kneeled down and gently slapped my balls a couple times. It wasn’t painful in the least.

She then stood up and violently pushed me back onto the lounge behind me and leant down, proceeding to jerk me off rapidly until I came, which didn’t take long – I was still a virgin after all. The cum went all over her hand, and she licked it all up and swallowed.

‘Delicious.’ she said. ‘My bedroom’s down the hall.’

I nodded, stood up and walked there, followed shortly by my mysterious domina, not a clue what was to happen, let alone what happened just then.

I sat on the bed and waited a moment for her to come in, which she did. She went around the bed and climbed on. She rested her head on the pillow but was on her knees, holding her ass high.

‘With your tongue.’

I went in, took a long sniff, breathing the aroma of her big ass and her pussy, the juices that came from the two, the sweat between her two cheeks and it clouded my head with more desire than before. I’ve always been an ‘ass-man’, and I wanted to know what it tasted like.

Nothing, really.

But in that moment, it tasted like heaven.

I put my tongue in there and tried my best to get as much as I could. After a few minutes though, my mouth got tired, and so did she.

‘Stop,’ she ordered, and I did, sitting back at the foot of the bed. She rolled onto her back. ‘You’re not very good at this part, something we’ll have to work on.’ I got excited at that last part; was she interested in keeping this a regular thing?

She leant over the bed and pulled from under it a drawer which had a couple of sex toys and BDSM items like handcuffs and ties, etc, as well as some other items of lingerie. She retrieved a dildo and put the drawer back in. She put the dildo in her pussy and pulled it in and out, in and out, in and out, on and on, staring through me while she did it.

‘Touch yourself, just not your dick. Massage around it, cradle your balls.’ I did so, trying as hard as possible not to jerk off as the natural thing to do was. My balls got tight. ‘Slap them gently, imagine you’re fucking me and they’re slapping my ass.’

I raised an eyebrow, as if posing a question.

‘Not today, you don’t get such a privilege yet. For the near future you’ll only get footjobs from me.’

FEET. Another thing I loved.

So I slapped my balls, again and again, using my left hand to massage around my abs and thighs. She began moaning loudly from the dildo.

‘Now jack off, faster than you ever have, YOU’RE GOING TO CUM FOR ME RIGHT NOW YOU STUPID LITTLE SLAVE-BOY!’

So I went at it, her loud tone turning me on like nothing before, rubbing ferociously, animal-like, and came almost instantly, spilling a pool of cum on her bed sheets, at the same time she came from the dildo.

She leant over and again, slurped it all up, staring into my eye, her mischievous, evil grin almost making me hard again.

‘Get dressed. Leave. You’ll come back tomorrow night, let’s say, 12:30. Any later and you won’t get to cum in the nevsehirescort.net same room as me for two weeks.’ she said, using a tissue to wipe her chin and lips.

I nodded and walked out, saying ‘Thank you, m’am,’ as I did.

I rode home, wondering if that actually happened. The next night, I arrived early and sat out the front for a few minutes, knocking on the door at exactly 12:30. She opened the door to reveal herself in full lingerie, similar to last time but this time with panties, a bra and long silk gloves that went from just under her shoulder to the ends of her fingers.

She brought me into the lounge room, where a younger woman, about thirty, sat. She was naked, completely.

‘This is Tanya, she lives next door. She works long days with ungrateful people. As with me, you do what she says, anything she says, when she says it.’ said Miss Mendoza.

Then Tanya spoke, she had a Russian accent, with a deep seductive voice. ‘You will call me Mother.’ I nodded. ‘Now, Mother’s feet are sore, she’s been on them all day, can you make them better.’

I nodded, ‘How would you like me to do that?’

‘Kiss them, lick them, put them in your filthy mouth,’ Miss Mendoza answered. ‘But first, you must strip.’

I did so, and Mother admired my hard cock.

I kneeled down and started worshipping her feet, apparently not to her liking as she shook her head, prompting me to stop to inquire, which before I could do I was interrupted by a swift kick to the balls from Miss Mendoza behind.

It winded me for a few moments, but I was still hard as a rock.

‘Lick my sole.’ she said, and I did.

‘Yes, Mother.’ I said, before using my tongue for other things, such as long lavish strokes along her wrinkled, textured sole, taking in the salty taste of her unwashed feet, the ones she had been walking with all day at work, but I loved it.

I kept at it for fifteen or so minutes before they brought me to the bedroom, where Miss Mendoza took off her panties and then threw a couple pillows on the floor directly next to the bed.

‘Sit on those,’ she said to me. ‘Lean your head back on the bed.’ She then turned to Mother.

‘We’ll take turns, you can sit on his face first and eat me, then I’ll sit on his face and eat you.’

‘Is he any good?’ Mother asked.

‘Not yet, but he will learn.’

I tried hard to prove Miss Mendoza wrong when Mother sat down on my face – another fantasy come true, a Russian Dominatrix sitting on my face – and she moaned a couple times, but she wouldn’t say.

Also I’ll note that she purposefully withheld her pussy from my mouth, they were saving that from me for another day.

They swapped every five minutes for about an hour, maybe more, but after Mother climaxed – from Miss Mendoza’s eating her out -, the mature woman chose to sit on my face for the rest of the night, while Mother gave me my first footjob, after putting on a pair of stockings.

Miss Mendoza eventually came, with help from Mother using a dildo to fuck her pussy whilst also sucking on Miss Mendoza’s nipple.

‘You’ll get to lose your virginity when you make me cum.’ Miss Mendoza informed me, giving me extra incentive to get better at my oral skills.

‘Be here at six on Saturday.’ Mother said.

‘I, uh, I have a party to go to with some friends on Saturday.’ I said nervously. Mother then kicked me in the balls and I fell to the ground. ‘Sorry, Mother, I’ll be here. I’ll be here.’

Saturday came and I got to live another fantasy, that of being a toilet slave. I got to eat Miss Mendoza’s shit and drink piss from both of them. That was my dinner that night. I then got to watch them in a 69 position and I was allowed to wank and to cum, which Miss Mendoza licked up once again.

The next week I eventually made Miss Mendoza cum from my anal oral, so she let me lick her pussy and fuck her, then a couple minutes later when I was hard again Mother gave me a blowjob. This was one of the more vanilla nights, and from then on I wasn’t only licking ass but pussy as well.

Mother moved into the city a few weeks later but every third week Miss Mendoza has a house party with several friends, including Mother, and six other women, a couple in their forties, one in her fifties, a couple in their thirties, and a student from the school Miss Mendoza taught Spanish at – yes, she was a teacher – the student being about my age and when she wasn’t around them she acted young but when she was at the parties she was a fucking Nazi.

At these parties, they’d all take turns on me with pissing and shitting, I was the toilet for the night. Also at these parties they would watch a porno and finger themselves. One of the women in their forties always had me sitting next to her and in the sex scenes she would start jerking me off until I was about to cum and then she’d stop. She loved teasing me like that. A few times she’d invite me to her own home where we would have quite regular sex, which I enjoyed.

I ended up moving away not quite a year after this started, moving on my own to the city. I would sometimes get a call from Mother if she wanted her ass worshipped at work or needed to take her anger out on someone and we’d have rage sex – which is the best sex – but she ended up stopping that when she got caught by her boss.

I also sometimes go back to see Miss Mendoza, whose first name I never learnt. We usually have long make out sessions, followed by nice romantic intercourse in her bedroom, followed by her giving me a nice gift in the form of excremental waste.

But I mostly moved on from that time. Mostly. I ended up dating the student, who’s requested that I keep her name out of this but let’s just call her Charlotte.

We live in Melbourne, Australia. We write music and give it to other bands to play as we ironically don’t like performing nor the fame, but we still get paid pretty well for it.

But I’ll never forget the first time meeting Miss Mendoza, how terrified of her I was at the beginning. If it were the other way around it would be considered rape, but I was really completely on board and in to her from the start so I don’t see it that way.

She died last week from lung cancer, she was a smoker.

It is because of this that I refrained from detailing the latter parts of our knowing each other, where we got more intimate and I got to know her a little more, as I doubt I’d be able to translate it in a truly sexy way without a hint of melancholy which could be a huge turn off.

But alas, this is where I end the record of my life that I wouldn’t have had were it not for Miss Mendoza.


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