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Experiencing a bad case of cold feet, you decided to go back upstairs and wait for Janet to leave. *Ding* *Ding* *Ding*. Your computer buzzed several times, each with messages seeming more and more quizzical. "Where are you?" "I'm waiting!" Finally, the final message read, "Your location is on, and I see you're inside." Suddenly, a knock at the door. From your window upstairs, you saw that there was no one in the car. Deciding you should own up to your actions, you shuffled downstairs and opened the door.

A tall, curvy figure stood in front of you. Janet was wearing a white blouse, full to bursting, and a black pencil skirt that was struggling just as much. Face to breasts with her, she walked towards you, causing you to subconsciously back up. "Sweetie, what's the matter? Got cold feet for an old bird like me?" She grabbed your crotch with one hand, and put her other under your chin, forcing you to look up at her. She had an attractive face, with hazel eyes, and her skin had only a few wrinkles. a tight bun of grey hair rested on the back of her head, and had bright red lipstick on. "Shame, I was going to actually take you for a nice cup of coffee and talk to you about the club I have set up. Obviously, though, you need to learn some manners." Janet then proceeded to take you by the hair and drag you outside to her car. "You can't just leave people in the dust last second, sweetie. At least, not people like me. I was raised a different way. Looks like I have to instill a bit of that in you." She smirked. She opened the passenger door to her car, and threw you in. Opening the glove box, she took some rope and tied your hands and feet together.

"We're going to go on a little ride." Janet looked over at you, her eyes hungry with lust, yet almost tinged with a cold look. As she started the car, she took her phone out and sent a text message. You couldn't read all of it, but it looked as if she had written "Got him." As she put her phone away, she looked at you, and commanded, "Put your hands on my lap." You shot her a look, and she took one of her hands and pulled both of yours over to her lap seemingly without effort. Her pencil skirt was straining to hold onto the fabric, and you could feel her bulge swelling underneath. "First lesson, Doug. Pull my skirt up, and do exactly as I say, or you're not going to like the outcome." You obeyed, fearing the monotone nature of her voice indicating that she would back up what she said. As you hesitantly pulled up her skirt, you saw she was wearing black and white striped panties that did an absolutely poor job of concealing her thick shaft. The panties were bunched up, but Janet took one hand off the wheel and untangled her member from the fabric, giving you a full view of what she was going to expose you to.

Her soft cock, easily 10", flopped out. It was thicker than your wrist, and was surrounded by a bush of salt and pepper pubic hairs that covered the base of her shaft. Her balls also popped free, each the size of a small tangerine. You remember Janet's profile saying she was large, but you barely could contain your shock that every part of her was so big. She noticed you recoil and took her hand around your neck, saying, "Dougie, you have two options, get your hands on there or your face is going on it." You looked at her with pleading eyes, and Janet quickly glanced over and didn't hesitate to shove your face into her crotch. The smell of her musk overwhelmed you, and her thick pubic hairs got stuck in your nose. "Start sucking, boy." You meekly stuck your tongue out and started licking up and down the length of her member, and Janet strained in her seat to contain her excitement. "I like that. Looks like you were witholding something from me!" She chuckled. Her cock began to twitch as she gripped your mouth with her hand, before placing it over the head. "Just suck the tip for now, I've got some more planned for you later." Janet smirked. She continued down the length of a highway for what seemed like 30 minutes, with her cock in your mouth. A sour taste of precum was steadily leaking from the tip of her cock, and left with no other choice, you were swallowing every 5 minutes as to not spit it out all over her. Janet continued down the highway as if on autopilot, only pushing her hand down on your neck every couple of minutes as if to get you to put more of her cock in her mouth. Her shaft stayed soft for the majority of the trip, only raising slightly once she got off the overpass. She pulled her thick foreskin from the tip of her cock, and commanded you to lick around the sides. She shuddered with pleasure as you obeyed, and then proceeded to roughly jam your face into the rest of her cock. You managed to take about 6" before gagging. Janet chuckled. "Oh, dearie, looks like I have some work to do with you. Don't worry, the gals love a newcomer." Your ears ringing and throat on fire, Janet's words were a bit muffled, but the rest of the trip was fairly monotonous, with you continuing to suck the precum out of her fat cock.

Finally, she pulled up to a stereotypical older woman's house; one story, nicely manicured front garden, with a nice picket fence. "You could've come here on much better terms, you know!" She laughed. "But don't worry, I think your cold feet just meant you were nervous to meet someone over the internet, especially someone like me." She smiled at you. "What do you say, Doug? Shall we try again?" She pulled you off of her cock, and used her blouse to wipe the precum and saliva off of your face, before untying your hands.