Mrs. Mandalucci Ch. 03

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is the final installment in a three-part series. It contains both light femdom content as well as anal sex. I hope you enjoy it!

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MRS. MANDALUCCI, CHAPTER THREE

by Eosphorus

"I need you to call me. ASAP!"

I stare at Mom's text as I walk across campus. Fuck.

Better get it over with. If all the Stoic philosophy I've been reading is worth anything, I can handle this. It's hard to imagine Marcus Aurelius postponing a difficult conversation with his mom. Then again, he was Roman Emperor so shit usually went his way.

Mom picks up on the first ring. "What's this shit? You and Mrs. Mandalucci are messing around?"

"That's no one's business but us."

"Us, huh?" she says. "Then it's true. I knew it. I suppose your sister knows all about it, too."

"Of course," I say. "You know I tell Holly everything."

"Look," Mom says. "I don't mean to overreact. She's the one I'm pissed at, not you."

"Jess? What for?"

"You're a healthy young guy!" Mom says. "You have needs! And you're not going to refuse a woman like her. I get that."

I start in surprise. "A woman like her? What's that mean?"

"Please! She could've been a movie star. But she should exercise some self control. She oughta know better, going after a guy your age."

"She didn't go after me," I say.

"What's with the women in that town? Remember Mrs. Loewenstein?"

Of course I remember Mrs. Loewenstein. She took my virginity. "I think so."

"I heard she's banging a guy your age. Maybe I should decide I'm a cougar and get my own college dude since that's what all the chicks my age are doing these days."

I can't resist. "I can set you up."

I hear her trying not to laugh. I've always been able to disarm her with humor. "That's not funny."

"Remember Adam? He said you're pretty."

She breaks, laughing. All too easy. "Damn it, Justin! This is serious."

I spend the next five minutes easing Mom off the ledge. She thinks the whole thing's just a fling and I'll be dating a girl my own age as soon as Jess tires of me. I don't bother correcting her.

"So, should I give Adam your number?" I ask.

"You're incorrigible, you know that?"

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It's odd being at Jess's alone.

She left a key under the mat for me. Mine to keep.

It's easier this way. I can drive over after classes and get work done without distractions until she gets home. That'll be any minute now. We'll have all evening together.

I finish my paper for Dr. Cleary. For some reason, I think clearly at Jess's kitchen table. Maybe it's the positive connotations it has. That first night with Jess, for one. Sitting here drinking wine and eating pizza with her.

Then last night. Jess was washing dishes in nothing but a long pink t-shirt. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Kissing the back of her neck.

Good things followed. Stripping down in the kitchen, making our way over to the couch. Giving each other oral pleasure. Then fucking until we both came.

I feel a familiar straining in my crotch. I hope Jess is horny tonight. She usually is.

The front door opens. Jess is adorable as always in her pink scrubs. Her hair is in its customary ponytail with a few stray, raven-black locks framing her face. Bright blue eyes shine behind her oversized glasses.

She puts a shopping bag on the counter and I hug her extra tight. Lifting her off the ground.

She laughs, hanging on to me. "What's this for?"

I put her back down. "You look hot in scrubs. Plus, I missed you."

We kiss. Jess swats my butt. "I bought you some presents."

"Presents?"

Jess reaches into the bag and produces a toothbrush. She places it on the counter and lines up a series of items alongside it. Deodorant, shampoo, shower gel, shaving cream, and a razor.

I grin. "A commentary on my personal hygiene?"

Jess rolls her eyes. "You know what this means. It's time you started keeping the equivalent of an overnight bag here."

"This feels like a step."

"That's because it is." Jess rubs my back, smiling. "I like having you here whenever you want. Even when I'm not home. I love you."

Those last three words. A shiver runs down my shoulders. "I love you, too."

We stare at each other. Hard to believe it's been two days since we first said it. Over the phone, of all ways.

"I wanted you to have these things," she says. "So you could stay over whenever you want."

"I'd like that."

"Then it's settled. I'm going to clear out a drawer in my dresser, too."

"I'm glad we're out in the open," I say.

"On that note," Jess says. "I just got off the phone with Dave again."

"How'd that go?"

"I finally read him the riot act," Jess says. "Told him my love life isn't subject to his approval. He hemmed and hawed but I think he got the message."

"Good."

"I'm more happy every day we were outed," she says. "Especially now that the reactions have calmed down. We can be a regular couple. More like an irregular couple, but still."

"Still a couple," I say. "Who cares what anyone thinks but us?"

"I couldn't agree more," she says. "You hungry?"

"Starving."

"What do you feel like?" Jess asks.

"Adam and a couple of the guys on the team are going to that Irish pub near the skating rink. It's half-price burger night."

"Glencolmcille?" Jess says. "We should go! It'll give you a chance to show me off."

Adam has MILFs on the brain. One look at Jess and he'll die. "Sure thing."

"This'll be fun! Let me throw on something nicer than scrubs. But I'd better warn you."

"About what?" I ask.

"I'm in a bit of a naughty mood. I hope you can handle it."

"I think I'll manage," I say.

"We'll see."

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Glencolmcille is half-full when we get there. The walls are plastered with Guinness signs, sports jerseys, and a flat metal sculpture of Ireland ten feet across with all the counties delineated. A big square bar and lots of TVs. Sports on every one of them.

I love it.

We grab seats at the bar. Jess is in jeans and a blue sweater, her hair still in a ponytail. The epitome of laid-back MILFness. I place my hand on Jess's back and she rests hers on my knee.

The bartender comes over, a gorgeous lady around Jess's age named Tricia.

I'm carded. She looks at my license, then at me. Her face lights up. "I thought you looked familiar. Mr. Clutch Kick himself!"

I shrug, my cheeks flush.

Tricia hands me back my license. "That overtime kick! Finally beat those bums. You should've seen it here. Everyone was going nuts. I'll get your drinks."

Jess squeezes my knee. "Look at you, getting recognized."

"Yeah, yeah," I say.

Tricia returns with our beers and we drink some.

"I like the vibe here," I say. "I don't know why I never stopped in before."

"I've been coming here since I was a kid. I remember the $9.99 ribeye. Listen to me. 'Back in my day, shit used to cost so-and-so.' Wow."

I rub her back and she leans against me. I kiss her, short and G-rated but on the lips.

Jess glances around, a glint in her eyes. She leans in as though to whisper something. Instead, she sticks her tongue in my ear.

She withdraws right away but it's like an electric jolt running down my back. Immediate arousal. I look around. No one's noticed.

Jess picks up the menu, grinning devilishly. "The Southwestern Burger is tempting."

We study the menu and Tricia takes our order. We sit, sipping beer and sitting closely. Her hand returns to my knee.

Adam and two other teammates walk in, waving at us and grinning. They snag the last spots at the far end of the bar. Adam comes over and we fist-bump. He smiles at Jess. "You must be the lovely Jessica."

"I am," she says.

"Quick question."

Jess smiles, waiting.

"You don't happen to have a twin sister?" Adam asks. "One into younger dudes."

Jess laughs. "You wish, buddy!"

"I do," he says.

We talk with Adam for a while and he goes back to the far side of the bar. Tricia brings over our burgers a few minutes later.

"You know," I tell Tricia, pointing in Adam's direction. "Those three guys are my teammates."

Tricia smiles, looking their way. "Are they? How interesting."

"Their first round's on me," Jess adds.

Tricia nods. "You got it, sister."

We finish our burgers and get a second round. Jess's hand slides up my thigh, creeping ever upward. Inducing a state of pronounced arousal.

Jess grabs my crotch. I look around. No one's noticed. Then again, why would they? It's a crowded place and I'm sitting facing the bar.

She sips her drink, looking up at one of the TVs. Feigning interest in whatever's on screen.

She pauses, her fingers lingering over the button of my jeans.

No! She wouldn't, would she? Not here!

Her hand withdraws.

Two can play at this game. I move my hand onto her thigh. She swats me away, shaking her head. "No getting fresh, mister!"

Jess mostly manages to hold back a laugh. She finishes her beer, rubbing my crotch again.

By the time we pay the check Tricia is smiling and laughing at something Adam is saying.

"Tricia looks ready to leap over the bar and jump his bones," Jess says.

"He'd love nothing more."

She grabs my crotch again. "She should."

"You're kind of a bad girl, aren't you?"

She shrugs, cocking her head and giving me a whatever-could-you-mean smile. Throwing in another crotch squeeze, this one bolder than before.

"Ready to get going?" she asks.

"Let me use the restroom first."

Jess rubs my crotch. "Good luck with that."

"You are so bad. So bad."

Jess shrugs. I spot the sign for the bathroom. It's only thirty feet away. I should be able to make it without anyone noticing my condition. Whatever. I have to pee so I don't have much choice.

I take a deep breath and go for it. I move fast. There's no shocked looks. Must've made it without my aroused state getting detected.

I drain my bladder, gradually softening. I shake my head. She's in a wild mood, isn't she? Love it.

I rejoin Jess. She places her hand on the back of my head and kisses me deep.

She withdraws, naughty glee in her eyes. I glance around. The place is crowded but everyone's attention is elsewhere.

We go around the far side of the bar to say bye to my teammates. They thank Jess for buying them a round.

Our long snapper RJ smiles at Jess. Not shy about appreciating her tits. "I don't suppose I could have a hug?"

I start to shake my head but I'm too late.

"Of course!" Jess says.

Jess hugs each of them. Long, enthusiastic ones. The kind allowing them to enjoy her tits pressed against them.

Adam is the last to receive a hug. Jess whispers something in his ear.

"Really?" he says.

"Absolutely," Jess says. "And don't wimp out, either."

Jess and I leave holding hands. "What'd you say to Adam?"

"That him and your friends should follow us back to my place for a gangbang," she says.

"What?"

She cracks up. "You're too easy. I said Tricia told me she wanted him to ask for her number."

"She told you that?"

Jess shakes her head. "No."

"Bad. You're bad."

"Yup." We pause by her car. She smiles up at me. "What'd you think of me hugging your friends?"

"It was unexpected. But I've learned you're full of surprises."

She drapes her hands around the back of my neck. "They're now twice as jealous of you as they were before. They'll be thinking all night of what they can't have, but you can."

"Okay. I like that."

"Unless they pull off a three-on-one with Tricia. Then they'll forget all about me."

We get in her car. Jess stares at me. "Unzip it."

"What?"

"You heard me," she says.

"Seriously?"

Jess nods.

I do as she asks. Unzipping my jeans and pushing them down.

Jess strokes my cock, getting me hard. "Keep watch."

She leans over, taking me into her mouth.

"Fuck," I moan.

Jess works my cock faster, giving me deeper suction.

I spot a middle-aged couple walking in our direction. "Someone's coming."

Jess sits up. The woman in the couple glances our way. Her eyes linger a moment, wondering.

Jess returns to sucking my dick.

A car enters the lot, parking a few spots away. Jess lifts her head, jerking me off.

A couple gets out and heads into the bar. Jess resumes blowing me, head bobbing faster. I moan louder. I'll come this way if she keeps going.

She lifts her head again. "No, no. Can't have you come just yet."

"But--"

"Zip up," she says. "No more for you till we get home."

"Ignore the speed limits, disregard all traffic lights. Just get us home fast."

"No doing, mister." Jess puts the car in reverse. "I am a conscientious driver. By the way, we need to swing by Wal-Mart on the way home.

"Great."

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We're all over each other the moment we're inside.

Jess's eyes gleam. "Let's go upstairs."

She takes my hand, leading me upstairs to her bedroom. We pause, kicking off our sneakers and falling into bed.

I lay atop Jess, kissing her. Grinding against her. Grabbing her breasts. Such beautiful breasts. Deserving of worship. Demanding worship.

"I need you out of these clothes," I whisper.

"You first."

I back off, pulling my shirt up and over my head.

She pulls me back on top of her, kissing me. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Holding me tight. Tits mashing against my chest.

Jess licks my earlobe. "Now your jeans."

I slide out of bed and strip down to my underwear. I start forward.

She shakes her head. "Nope. Lose the briefs."

I do as she says, erection springing free.

I climb back atop her. Kissing her as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Followed by her legs around my waist, squeezing my naked body tight against her clothed one. We stare into each other's eyes.

"What're you in the mood for tonight?" she asks.

"I think you know."

"Tell me," she says.

"I wouldn't mind an appearance from Bitch Jess."

Jess pushes me back, her face suddenly stern. How does she summon this persona so readily?

"Foolish boy!" she barks. " I am to be attended to properly."

Yes!

I take a deferential tone, holding back laughter. "What do you wish me to do?"

Jess sits up, glaring at me. "You can start by wiping that idiotic grin off your face and stripping me naked. Then I will decide how to use your body for my pleasure."

I start with her sweater. Ignoring her shirt underneath, I ease my way down her body. Almost all the way out of bed. I lift her right leg and peel off her sock.

"Whom do you belong to?" she asks.

"You."

"You what?" she demands.

"You, Mistress Jessica."

"Don't forget to address me properly," she says. "Now kiss my foot."

I kiss the side of her foot. Multiple, loving kisses. I repeat the process with her left foot. Removing her sock and planting reverential kisses upon her foot.

"You exist to worship me," Jess says.

"I do, Mistress Jessica, I do."

I unzip the front of her jeans. She lifts her ass up and I pull them off. I kiss her panties, breathing in her tangy aroma, then pull them down.

"You like my scent?" Jess murmurs.

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

I get between her legs and kiss her pussy solemnly.

"No teasing," she snaps. "You know what to do."

"Yes, Mistress."

I lick her from just above her asshole to her clit. Two, three licks in the same manner. I rub my pinkie against her butthole.

"I'm not prepared for that right now," she says. "But I may grant you the privilege of worshipping my butthole later if you perform well now."

Yes, Mistress Jessica!

I shift my focus back to Jess's pussy, slurping up her nectar. Sliding my tongue over her clit. Licking it slowly, up and down.

"Omigod," she sighs. "Fuck, yeah. You know how to please me."

Damn straight I do.

I apply deeper pressure to her clit. A long sigh results. I insert my index finger. She gasps, writhing. I lick her clit faster.

"Fuck!" she cries.

I'm immersed in her pussy. Licking and fingering, her arousal covering my lips and chin. I add a second finger and dive in full-force. Giving her what she likes best.

"I'm gonna come," she moans. "Fuck!"

Jess's pussy contracts on my fingers as she comes gasping and moaning.

Yes! I did this for her! Me!

I give her a break, slowing down. Letting her catch her breath.

"You did well," she says in her best imperious tone. "Now you shall fuck me."

Not yet.

I speed up my licking, fingerfucking her faster.

"Disobedient cretin! How dare you defy me!" Jess tries to sound angry, but her voice cracks. "Awful boy."

I lick and lick and lick. Deep pressure on her clit while fingering her.

"Fine," Jess says, regaining her stern persona. "I will concede this one act of disobedience. Now eat my pussy!"

I keep at it, her moans growing louder. Until she comes again. Squealing, punching the mattress.

Jess catches her breath. When she does her tone is harsh once more. "That was satisfactory and now you shall fuck me as I require."

Yeah, not yet.

I plunge back in.

"Insolent boy! How many times must you be told?" Her indignant tone dissolves into steady moaning. She twists one of her nipples, her free hand atop my head pushing my tongue against her clit. "FUCK!"

Her moans get louder the more I lick. Until I've brought her to another orgasm. More shrieking, more punching the mattress.

I slow down, giving her a respite.

I kiss her clit. Waiting until the moment is right. Flicking it with my tongue. Back and forth over her clit. Her tasty clit. Her adorable clit.

"Fuck," she murmurs. "You are in so much trouble. So much trouble. Now get up here and fuck me. Your mistress commands you!"

I speed up again. The effect is immediate.

"But you're supposed to fuck me!" Her hand pushes down on my head harder. "You've been ordered!"

I keep at it until she's a quivering, orgasmic mess.

God, this is fun!

"Defiant wretch!" she moans. "You're to obey your mistress. She's telling you to fuck her! Why don't you fuck her?"

Her tone is one of complete bafflement. As though confused as to why her orders aren't being carried out to the letter, and at once. But the wicked smile on her lips and her hand on the back of my head tell me otherwise.

I lick and finger, finger and lick. Until she's coming for a glorious fourth time. Screaming and shrieking. More mattress punching.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she screams.

I back off, fingering her slowly with only my index finger.

"Doing okay?" I ask.

"I'm outraged! How dare you--" She breaks character, laughing. "This is so much fun. For real, please fuck me."

I pull out my finger and give her clit a gentle kiss. "Yes, Mistress Jessica."

"Finally!" her tone is harsh again. "Give me what I demand!"

Jess sits up and I pull her shirt up and over her head. She unhooks her bra and tosses it aside.

I kiss her, squeezing her tits. One in each hand.

Jess grabs my cock. She strokes it a few times. She pulls back, annoyance in her eyes.

"You ignorant twit!" She suppresses a laugh, then resumes. "You've allowed your cock to go dry! How are you supposed to satisfy your mistress with a dry cock?"

She licks both her hands and jerks me off. "Now you're ready to fuck me. But how shall I have you serve me? So many options."

"However you wish, Mistress."

She frowns. "Of course however I wish! If I demand you fuck me from behind while you wear a pink tutu, that's how you'll fuck me. Today I desire you on top of me, so I may enjoy your young body to the fullest."

Jess lays back, pulling me forward. She guides my cock into her pussy. We gasp, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Now fuck me," she growls. "Fuck your mistress properly."

How did my life take this turn? The unobtainable Mrs. Mandalucci is now my girlfriend Jess. And we play femdom games in bed.

Jess holds me tight, clutching my back. Her legs wrap around my waist. She kisses the side of my neck, whispering in my ear. "That's it, boy. Fuck your mistress! Show her how much you worship her!"

We kiss, deep and passionate. Tongues dueling. Minute after minute of glorious, hard fucking. Enjoying her mature body under me. Feeling her hands on my back and my ass. Hammering her pussy at a furious pace.

Jess moans louder. "I'm coming again! Holy shit!"

She comes whimpering and gasping. Holding me tight.

"You've done well by your mistress." Jess's breath is warm on my neck. "Now you may attend to your own relief!"

I don't disobey, fucking her with all I can summon. Closer to relief with every desperate thrust. Jess licks the side of my neck, whispering in my ear. "Fuck me, fuck me."

I drive my cock into her hard. Desperate for release from my lust. I'm so close. So close.

Another thrust and I'm there.

Yes!

My cock pulses rapidly, all my lust and frustration poured into her. Replaced with joyous relief.

Jess smiles ear-to-ear. She cradles my face, staring into my eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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I'm on the couch scrolling on my phone when Jess comes in. She's in bright pink pajama pants and a purple t-shirt. No bra. She sits next to me and I wrap my arm over her shoulder. She leans against me, rubbing my thigh.

We say nothing for a long time, enjoying each other's closeness. She turns her head and kisses me. "I could get used to this. Laying around with my guy."

I pull her tighter. Her hand slides up my thigh.

"My young stud who takes care of all my needs," she whispers. "You make me feel so alive. I'm horny even thinking about it."

"Yeah? I wasn't sure if you were settled in for the evening."

Jess runs her hand over my chest. "No, no, no. There's no settling in, not yet. I didn't just shower and prep my ass for anal for the first time in a decade for nothing."

"Oh."

"My ex wasn't into butt stuff so I got assfucked all of two times my entire marriage. I suspect you've a different attitude towards it."

"Very much."

"You've done it before?"

I nod. "Mrs. Loewenstein."

Jess laughs. "Of course. I take it she taught you the basics?"

"A thorough grounding in best practices."

"Was she the only one you've done anal with?" Jess asks.

I shake my head. "There was a girl I was fooling around with last year. Nothing serious. She'd done anal, but didn't like it. I suggested that perhaps she hadn't done it right."

"I bet you showed her how."

"I applied the lessons of Mrs. Loewenstein," I say. "Got her comfortable, got her aroused. Took my time, plenty of lube. She wound up loving it."

Jess nods. "Every MILF should have a few college boys to train. The girls would thank them, and do the same service for the following generation."

"I fully support that initiative."

"And now," she says. "Your job is to get me all worked-up and ready for anal."

"I thought you said you were already wet?"

"I am," she says. "But I'm also giving you ass sex tonight. I intend to milk that for all its worth."

"Do you expect me to serve your needs?" I ask. "Mistress Jessica."

"Want more of that, do you? Thought so." Jess's eyes sparkle, then she assumes a mask of sternness. "Stand."

I'm slow to respond and she repeats the order louder. "Stand!"

I stand.

Jess shakes her head. "Now strip. No teasing, either."

I peel off my shirt and toss it aside casually.

Jess's eyes widen. "How dare you treat my domicile with such disrespect! You've been told this sort of thing before, yet you haven't learned. You will fold your clothes and place them on the dresser in my chamber upstairs."

I pick up my shirt, folding it.

"Have you forgotten your manners?" she snaps. "You know how to respond to my commands!"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

She grits her teeth. "That's better. Don't forget again, or you'll regret it!"

I resist a smile. I will forget again, and she'll pretend to be outraged. Then I'll obey. Maybe. All part of our little dance.

Jess looks away, laughing. Taking a deep breath before getting back into character. "Continue undressing. Now!"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

I remove my pants and fold them, placing them atop my shirt. Next are my socks and underwear. I pick up the bundle and stand before Jess. She nods, an exaggerated smirk on her lips. "On my bed, you will find an item awaiting you. You are to put it on before returning downstairs. Begone!"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

My stomach flutters as I head upstairs. What does she have for me to wear? What if it's the pink tutu she mentioned before? Or a blonde wig and red cocktail dress?

If that's what she wants, I'll do it. Wearing a slinky dress isn't the appeal, but doing Jess's bidding is.

The item is on the bed. This is what she wants me to wear, huh?

Perfect.

It's easy to figure out how to get it on. A simple snap secures it. I assume the ring goes in front.

I put it on and head back downstairs.

Jess is waiting for me on the couch. She rolls her eyes. "Be quicker next time, you dolt. At least you managed to put the collar on properly."

She holds up a silver chain leash. "Kneel."

Fuck, yes!

I kneel before her.

She clips one end onto my collar. "Hand me my wine."

I hand her the glass.

She sits back, my leash in one hand and her drink in the other. She turns, stretching her legs over the length of the couch. "Sit on the other side."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." I sit where I'm told and she places her feet in my naked lap.

"I'm going to enjoy some junk food TV while you serve me properly," she says. "You will start with giving me a proper foot rub. And you are not to touch yourself. Your hands are for my pleasure alone."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

She nods, sipping wine. "Proceed."

Jess picks up the remote and turns on some awful fashion runway show.

Time for some fun. "Isn't football on?"

"Silence!"

I choke back a laugh.

"Do not laugh at me!" Jess roars, almost breaking. "Impudent whelp! Attend to my feet, detestable wretch!"

Impudent whelp? Detestable wretch? She's been practicing when I'm not around, hasn't she?

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

I ignore the show, focussing on rubbing her feet. They're soft and smooth, but also calloused. The poor thing is on them all day at the hospital. They need loving care and attention.

I massage her feet for the next twenty minutes. Lifting them to my lips occasionally to plant reverential kisses upon them.

Jess hands me her empty wine glass, unhooking my chain. She motions her head towards the kitchen.

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." I go pour her another drink. I sneak a sip before giving it back to her. Making sure she catches me.

"Such insolence!" Jess roars. "How dare you!"

"Forgive me, Mistress Jessica."

She re-hooks the chain and I resume rubbing her feet.

She switches positions, leaning back against me. "Neck and shoulder rub."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

Her closeness is arousing, with her back against my naked torso. My cock swells and she pushes against it, torturing me. I concentrate on rubbing her shoulders and neck. Her upper arms, too.

Jess sighs. "You serve your mistress well."

I lean in and kiss the top of her head. She breaks character, turning her head towards me and smiling. We kiss.

She turns back around. I rub her shoulders as she sips her wine. I'm hard as a rock, my dick pressing against her back.

I take a chance, easing my hands on her breasts. Cupping them gently.

"Good boy," she murmurs. "You know what your mistress needs. Kiss my neck. Go on."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." I kiss the back of her neck.

"Use your tongue," she moans.

I lick the back of her neck.

"It's time you showed me proper worship," she moans. "Let us proceed upstairs."

She shuts off the TV--thank goodness!--and finishes her wine. "Come along, boy."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

She leads me up to her bedroom by the leash. She turns, holding up her hand. I halt, awaiting orders.

"Don't move," she barks. "Not one muscle. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica." God, this is fun.

She hands me the end of the chain. "Hold that for me."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

Jess strips down without fuss. Bare ass naked in seconds. She reaches out her hand, palm turned upward. I place the end of the leash in it.

"You shall do exactly as I command," she says. "No teasing, no disobedience. From now on, you cannot defy me. Not when you wear the Collar of Compliance. Does your feeble brain understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it!"

Her sudden loudness takes me by surprise. "I cannot disobey when I wear the Collar of Compliance."

Jessica leads me to the edge of the bed. "Sit."

I sit.

"You're going to worship my tits," she says. "Then my pussy."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

Jess steps closer. "When I am sufficiently satisfied, I will decide if you have earned the right to worship my asshole and in what manner."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

I drink in the sight of her. Those big mom tits. Those womanly hips and inviting pussy.

I take her left nipple into my mouth. Sucking hard, inhaling as much of it as I can.

"Fuck," Jess moans.

I switch tits, grabbing her ass. I like this configuration. Tits at eye level, easy access to ass and pussy. Erection rubbing against her thigh.

I go back-and-forth sucking nipples. Squeezing both ass cheeks.

"Stroke yourself while you suck my tits," she says.

I back off Jess's tits, licking my hand and jerking off. I insert the index finger of my free hand inside her.

"Good boy," Jess moans.

I close my eyes, sucking her tits and fingering her. Jerking off, listening to her moans.

Jess places her free hand on the back of my head. "Bite my nipple harder. Yeah, that's it! Fuck!"

I do as she demands.

"Fuck, yeah!" Jess moans. "Don't stop, don't stop!"

I fingerfuck her faster. Nibbling her spectacular nipples.

"Fuck," she moans. "I'm gonna come. Add a second finger."

I obey.

"Oh fuck!" Jess cries. "Just like that!"

Jess's pussy clamps down on my fingers. She comes, wailing and crying. I jerk off throughout her orgasm.

"Fuck, that was great." She resumes a haughty demeanor. "You have been adequate thus far. On your back, knave."

I lay on the bed. Jess settles in between my legs. She grasps the base of my cock.

"You are to cater to my tiniest whim. And my current whim is to enjoy your cock in all three of my holes."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

Jess takes me into her mouth, head bobbing up and down. One hand grasping the base, the other cupping my balls.

She lifts her head. "My mouth has enjoyed your cock. Now it's my pussy's turn."

Jess sits up, swinging her leg over my midsection and straddling me. She pushes down, taking me inside her. "I love when you're deep inside me."

She rides me. Pressing down as I thrust up. An easy rhythm ensuing.

Jess rubs her clit. "Fuck."

She rides me harder, clutching my leash. I place my hands on her thighs, watching her tits bouncing up and down.

"You're so fucking hot," I moan.

Jess presses down harder. Taking my cock as deep as possible.

"Fuck," she moans. "I love your cock in me. You make Mistress Jessica happy."

That's me. Jessica's sex toy. Hers to do with as she pleases

"I'm coming!" she cries.

Sustained, incoherent squealing follows.

Jess exhales, her eyes incandescent. "Fuck! Your mistress is pleased. But one hole remains. It is now time to show me the ultimate worship. You'd better be ready."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica!"

Jess crawls off me. She turns around, swinging her leg over my shoulder. She lowers her nether regions onto my face while jerking my cock. "Show Mistress Jessica the full depths of your devotion!"

I spread her ass cheeks, staring at her sweet little butthole. Here goes!

I dive in, licking her butthole. Over and over. Until I'm lapping away like a madman. Wallowing in the dirty intimacy of the act.

"Fuck," Jess moans.

I keep at her. Loving that my face is buried between the mature ass cheeks of the woman I love. Showing her how much I love her.

"Oh, fuck," she moans. "Eat my ass! Eat it!"

Jess rubs her clit, moaning louder. "Finger my ass!"

I suck my finger a few times and slide it into her butt, fucking her with it. I move it in a circular motion, taking my time. Adding a second finger, pushing deeper. Stretching her sphincter.

"It's time you fucked my ass," Jess moans.

We reposition ourselves. Jess gets on all fours, butt thrust in the air. She hands me the end of my leash. "There's lube in the nightstand."

I retrieve the lube and hand her back the leash. "Here you go. Thank you for letting me serve you, Mistress Jessica."

I squirt lube on her butthole and finger her again. Working my way deeper, stretching her ring.

"Oh god, that's good," she moans. "I love it. I can't wait for it to be your cock up there."

Soon enough.

I finger her deeper. Adding a second finger. Taking my time. Patience, patience, patience.

"I'm ready," Jess moans. "Stick that dick in there! I command it, and you cannot disobey!"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica!"

I get into position, squirting lube on my dick. Smearing it around. More on her butthole, too.

"Ready, Mistress Jessica?" I ask.

"So fucking ready," Jess says.

I push my glans past her sphincter. It's tight, but all that lube smooths matters along. My cock enters her ass.

I withdraw then push deeper into her butt. It takes a few tries, but I manage more and more of my cock up her ass. Deeper each time. Until I'm fully buried. Hard to believe, but there it is. My cock up Jess's ass.

"Now fuck my ass," she moans.

I start off extra slow. Thrusting in and out with great care. She's putting up with none of it.

"Fuck my ass hard," she cries.

I speed up, but only a little. Gotta take my time. Build up slowly.

"Fuck, that's good!" Jess cries.

She lowers her face into the mattress. Reaching back and rubbing her clit.

I fuck her with more forcefulness, penetrating her ass deeper. Her sphincter has my cock in a vice grip.

"Goddamn," I moan.

"Get into it! Fuck my ass!"

I pound her butt harder, clutching her cheeks, savoring their softness as I hammer her.

"I'm fucking your ass," I moan.

"That's right! Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!"

I pound the hell out of her. In and out, fast fucking.

"FUCK!" Jess howls gibberish as she comes. I fuck her hard, my orgasm closer with every thrust up her ass.

Closer and closer. I'm almost there. Any second now.

"Come in my ass!" Jess shouts.

So close. So close.

"Come in my ass!"

"Fuck!" I cry.

I come hard, throbbing inside her ass. Pulse after pulse. Each one bringing the sweet joy of relief. Happiness, ecstasy, and release all at once.

"Yes!" Jess shouts. "Fill up my ass, boy!"

I remain in place, savoring every last, lingering twitch. Pulling out at last. We collapse into each other's arms, emotionally and sexually spent.

Jess kisses my cheek. "Well done."

I kiss her softly. "Yes, Mistress Jessica. I love you."

Jess unhooks my leash. "I love you, too. You miserable cretin."

We kiss. Warm and loving and passionate. I hold her tight, wrapping my arms over her shoulders. Overcome with emotion.

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Epilogue - Fifteen Months Later

We're on Mom's back porch. It's warm for late April.

Jess caresses my shoulder. "It's getting better. She's actually been civil to me. Almost friendly."

"I think she realizes this isn't a passing fling." I glance at my phone and sigh. "The last pick of the third round is on the board."

The team my family and Jess's have backed for generations, the one that plays an hour away, is up. They'll have made their choice by now. Apparently not me.

Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.

Jess squeezes my hand. "I'm sure you'll get drafted tomorrow. It's no big deal. Kickers rarely get taken on the second day."

My phone rings. My agent.

I pick up. Jess clutches my free hand with both of hers. Mom and Holly come outside. Holly's hands are on my shoulders.

By the time I hang up, my eyes are filled with tears. I can't believe it. I try to absorb the enormity of it. I'm gonna play for them? Wear that uniform?

"You gotta be fucking with me!" Jess says.

"Them?" Holly screams. "THEM!"

I nod. Jess, Mom, and Holly all hug me sobbing.

Dreams come true. We Stoics just don't like to count on it.

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End Note: And so concludes "Mrs. Mandalucci." I hope you enjoyed it. A follow-up series devoted to Mrs. Loewenstein's exploits will be forthcoming soon. In the meantime, for a behind-the-scenes look check out my "WIWAW - Mrs. Mandalucci." If you liked this story, you may also enjoy my similarly-themed five-part series "My Sweet Sandy."

Thanks again for reading. Comments and feedback are always appreciated.