I’m 22 years younger than her and she’s my mother’s best friend. According to my mother, they talk about everything and have no secrets from each other, but I know that is not true. Tamara has at least one thing that she keeps hidden from my mother. Me.
When I was still living at home, I occasionally looked after her children. Either when she and her husband were going out on romantic evenings, or if she had to go to some meetings in the evening.
Tamara is married to Lars. they have been married an eternity and have two daughters together. Lars travels a lot in his line of work and everyone in the neighborhood knows that Lars is a cheeter, but they keep together for the sake of the daughters.
I think it all started after another one of Lars’ affairs. I was going to get something from them and Tamara was home alone, in the livingroom crying, resigned, angry with her husband. A little uncomfortable, I asked if something was wrong and then it came the whole story about Lars and all his affairs, how long it had been going on and how tired she was. I got the whole story from A to Z. I felt sorry and mad on her behalf and said she should find her own lover. Take revenge for everything. All the things she had sacrificed for the family. For Lars and the girls. She shook her head resignedly and said that she was too old, not pretty enough and that most likely no one wanted her. “I want to sleep with you» I said in a too cocky tone. “Do you» ?she said surprised. “Of course,” I said, smiling my sweetest, whitest smile, unsure of what I was about to do. One thing led to another and suddenly we were naked and sweating together in the marriage bed.
This was not the last time we had sex in that bed. Every time I go home to my old town, I always stop by Tamara.
Tamara is a woman in her late forties. She has dark short hair and brown eyes, she is a bit heavily built and quit tall. She has large heavy breasts that sway when she walks naked and diss when she laughs lying in bed. She has quite strong hips and a big nice pale ass. She is neither slim nor fat. Last but not least, she has a wonderful black bush. A moist, delicious busk that I can bury my face in for hours. I myself am tall and slim. I am 179 cm (5ft9) and weigh 54 kilos (116 lbs) I have light blonde long hair, which reaches me to the middle of the back and deep blue eyes. (I have a typical Scandinavian look) I have a flat stomach, small breasts (b-cup) no big more than a handful. What I like best about myself is my ass which is small and perky (the result after many miles of running) Last but not least, my pussy is clean shaven. Always!
The last time we met was just a few days ago. I was on a quick trip to my parents’ house, but could not wait to finish that visit and drive the few hundred meters up to Tamara’s house. I knew she was home alone, as we had agreed. It was strange to sit at home with mum and dad pantieless, but Tamara had decided that she wanted it that way today. After a quick dinner, I said goodbye to my parents and left. It was pouring rain outside when I rang her doorbell. My soft hair managed to get a little wet before I heard Tamara shout “come in” Excited and a little nervous, I opened the door. I went into the hallway and took off my sneakers and went on inside. And there in the living room Tamara was standing only wearing a sexy deep purple lingerie set. Stockings with suspenders. A small G-string and a bra. Everything matched and was brand new, I could see that. In her hand she had a small horse whip. Her eyes shone with desire and lust. She smiled a little devilish smile and waved me in with her index finger. Suddenly I got avare of the rough clothes in my jeans against my delicate pussy. Tamara ran my fingers through my damp hair, before wrapping her fingers in and saying, “Undress, baby. I need you completely naked »I peeked down at the whip and realized that Lars had recently been unfaithful again, before I started to open my pants.
My pantie less pussy appeared. First just the top of my shaved top of it, then the pussy lips. I can’t hide my glistening lips anymore. I pulled my pants down past my butt and down to my thighs. “Well, what was it like to sit panties less at mom and dad’s”? I blush and avoided tonanswer. The red color in my face tells it all. «Did you feel like a little slut»? I blushed even more and just noded for answer. A cute but devilish giggle slips her tounge.
Suddenly she spanks my pale naked ass with the whip. The wonderfull sting comes instant. I understand after this that Lars has recently been out with his cock again and that Tamara will take this out on me. Lucky me. “Go to the bedroom,” Tamara says sternly. I walk rocking like a penguin with my pants around my ankles in the direction Tamara points with her whip. She follows me closely while she caresses my ass with the whip.
Inside the bedroom I see that Tamara has found everything she needs. Ropes, handcuffs,cloth pins and dildos in all colors shapes and sizes. And lubricant, lots of lubricant. ‘Be a cute little girl and undress, Norah. You know I like you best naked »I try to unbutton my blouse and kick off my pants at the same time. After only a few seconds, I stand there wearing only socks and a bra. I feel a little stupid and horny at the same time. I open my bra and take my socks off. «You are such a good girl” Tamara comes to me, kisses me on the mouth. A deep, wet kiss, while she puts two fingers between my pussy lips and feels how wet I am. I kiss her back with greed. She slides her index finger and middle finger slowly back and forth between my lips. I close my eyes and start breathing heavier. With her free hand she puts some locks of my blonde hair behind my ear and whispers “lie down in the middle of the bed on your stomach, like a starfish” I can feel the taste of her on my lips and do as she says, without hesitation.
Tamara gently but firmly binds my limbs. First my arms, then my legs. She puts a gag ball in my mouth and I get blindfolded. Now I can only use my ears to find out what is going to happen. Trying to listen to where in the room Tamara is and what other toys she finds. Tamara puts on some calm classical music from a small stereo that she has in the bedroom, making that even harder. I love lying like this completely helpless, especially with a person I trust one hundred percent, Tamara knows this and uses her time well. She uses her whip to caress my perky, pale ass and inner thighs, getting me even more soaked. At first she only uses the whip to tease me. It feels like an eternity. But without seeing or hearing her, I can feel that things are about to change. I do not know if my body and my brain managed to catch that she grabbed the whip harder, or if I have a sexual sixth sense, but suddenly she started hitting me. Hard!
The reflex automatically kicks in and I start tearing the ropes. The pain is sharp and intense and I try to scream, but only muffled mumbling comes out since I have the gag ball in my mouth. I try to throw myself sideways, but Tamara still uses the whip, like it is a precision weapon, and says “Do not exaggerate little whore. We both know that you both love and deserve this » Tamara is right. Although it’s painful, I love that she treats me like this, like a sex toy or a piece of meat. I can deny with words, but my pussy will always tell the truth. The whip leaves thick, swollen, red streaks that will be visible for days. I have no idea how many I get, whether it is 50 or over 100. The tears flow behind the blind fold and saliva hangs in long strips out of my mouth and nose.
She stops and tears off my blind fold “Now you going to turn around and lie on your back” All I can do is nod. I’m already scared to lie on my sore ass. She unties my arms and legs and I turn around in bed and just as expected, it feels like satin sheets are like sandpaper against my red-lit ass. Tamara binds me again. In the sparsely lit room and through tear-stained, red, swollen eyes, I can see Tamara peel off her panties. My vision is foggy, but i still manage to see. I can see it glistening in her beautiful black bush and before I know it she’s klimbing into bed crawling over me. I can feel her rubbing her wet pussy and sweatty, musk ass over my forehead, eyebrows, nose and lips, before she settles heavily on my entire face. I know what she’s expecting and I try to lick. Without warning, the first strike comes to my pussy lips and I scream of full throat into her (something I know she enjoys) Which makes her ride my face even more intensely. She continues to whip and I howl so my throat hurts. I feel how she is riding my face as a wild pony at the rodeo. Her pussy tastes of salt and somthing flowery, perhaps sweet. before I can think any further Tamara let the lashes rain all over my pussy and thighs. It stings, it burns, but my pussy still pulsates with desire. It wants more, I want more!
Sometimes, just before I think I will faint from lack of air, she lifts her ass a little and lets me fill my lungs, before she sits down again. She does this a number of times, more than I can count. Then I feel her tighten her thighs around my head, she clings to my face like a damp mask. I can feel how her body shakes, just like she is receiveing small electric shocks and that an orgasm is near. She shouts out my name “Noooraaaah” and squeezes her thighs even harder, before she relaxes all parts of her body and I can feel all her weight on my face.
Panting, she climbs down from me. My face is wet from her juices and the makeup I was wearing is smeared all over. She used a couple of minutes to find a large double dildo, with the thickness of a Coke bottle. Tamara stood over me and waved it “Look what I bought for you. You like this, don’t you? You cock hungry little whore » I do not know if Tamara could see that I blushed, but I did. I can promise you that. My face was a mess. My arms and legs were still tied tightly. The knots had not loosened. Tamara scissord herself in between my legs and pushed the dildo into both of us. Ohh my freaking God it was big. She startet to fuck my soare, tender, puffy pussy and it felt like an explotion. All i could do was moan and clinge to the ropes. She fucked me harder and harder and in just minutes my first orgasm was a fact, but she did not stop even when i pleed. It just gave her motivation to fuck me even harder. I came three times before she was satisfied. My pussy burning.
Tarmara untied me and layed down next to me and said I had been incredibly good. A good little girl and that she was proud of me. I could not answer or say anything . I was to tired, but just enjoyed her gentle fingers through my sweaty hair. Tamara got up and went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. After a few minutes she came back into the bedroom and waved at me at her. I stumbled out of bed like Bambi on ice. Inside the shower, Tamara started washing me with a soft sponge. She washed my back, stomach and my bright red ass. She whispered in my ear that I had to wear a long-sleeved shirt for the next few days, otherwise people would understand what kind of whore I was. Then she placed the shower head against my clit and said “Then you have to make sure your mom does not see your ass in a few days, this is still our little secret right?!» I leaned my face against the wall and moaned “Yeeeees”
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