He stays

Mark knelt before the beautiful older woman, his head swimming in the aftermath of his release and his senses overwhelmed by her feminine scent and intoxicating flavour. He only realised he had soiled himself when Angela spoke, her voice penetrating his daze enough for him to look down and notice the huge wet patch covering his crotch. Her suggestion to wash his pants seemed to him more of a statement than a question, the young man mortified that he had embarrassed himself so thoroughly in front of the refined older lady. So when she ushered him to his feet and had him peel them and his underwear off so she could take them away, he did not even protest. He did feel awkward, standing in the lounge with no pants on so he kneeled back down, the position offering a little more coverage of his naked lower half.

Angela practically beamed when she returned to find Mark back on his knees, in place and waiting for her patiently. She glanced over to her beloved pup and gave him a smile, the similarity between the pair painfully obvious and utterly adorable. She quickly grabbed their glasses and arranged a refill, the powerful beverage clearly having the desired effect on the young man who had turned to horny putty in her fingers. She placed their drinks down and resumed her position, leaning back into her armchair and raising her feet back to the foot stool. She held out her drink, prompting Mark to take up his, and together they drank, again to 'new friends', the toast bringing a wry smile to Angela's lips.

Angela watched the reflexive shudder pass through her guest as he took a sip and waited just a moment for him to recover, before wriggling her toes once more to catch his attention, then asking, "Now where were we?" in that soft but firm, almost posh tone of hers. Mark instantly reacted, reaching out for the foot that had so far gone without worship, rubbing and kneading at it diligently and Angela graced him with throaty moan, urging him on. She didn't even have to prompt him this time, he worked over her every inch, before leaning in and hungrily licking and sucking at her. He was hard again, Angela could see his cock poking out from under his shirt and she knew he was lost in his worship once more. As she took another sip of her absinthe she pondered what else she might be able to make the boy do, what depths he would sink to to find release and please his newfound goddess. A wicked smile formed upon her lips as an idea came to her and as she watched him lavishing her toes with loving licks and kisses she decided to once again, up the ante.

Angela retracted her foot slightly, causing Mark to look up in suprise, a dopey smile creeping over his face as he found Angela beaming down at him. "Such a good boy aren't you?" she purred, "Would you like to try something else?" and to her delight he simply nodded back at her. "Good, very good... you're going to enjoy this, I think. We both will..." She stood and pushed the little foot stool out of the way, making room for Mark. "Here," she said, gesturing to the floor in front of the armchair with her foot. "Come over here and lie on your back." she commanded in a kindly tone. Mark complied, laying himself down and rolling himself onto his back - his prior embarrassment at being half naked now long forgotten. Angela grinned down at him as she slipped out of her robe, tossing it aside before stepping over him, placing her feet either side of his head, then using the armchair for balance, slowly lowering herself down onto his face.

Mark was in heaven. In his drunken, lust-fuelled haze all he could think of was Angela, the taste of her dripping wet sex lingering on his tongue and making him yearn for more. As he watched her slowly lower herself down onto his face, her wide thighs and big, round buttocks slowly blocking out the light, it was as if he were being eclipsed by her and he was witness to a universal moment, singular, timeless... perfect. He almost came again from the sheer anticipation, his cock twitching wildy as his arousal peaked but then, she was upon him. Angela lowered her soaking cunt down onto his face, her entrance pressing to his lips while her slick folds and clit slithered over his nose and cheeks. Using the chair for balance she squatted over him, swaying her hips and rocking her body to coat the young man in her fluids and she savoured her complete domination of the poor, lust-stricken boy, so eager to please, so eager to lick and taste her.

Angela let him lap her up, careful not to smother Mark as she grinded herself down onto him, but this was only the beginning. Gradually she began to shift her position, pulling herself in closer to the chair and lowering herself further so that soon it was her entrance that was slithering over Mark's nose, and her tight asshole pressing down onto his lips. By the time she had moved fully into the new position, crouching low and spread wide, Mark was eagerly licking at her asshole, sliding his tongue into it as she bounced gently up and down. She began to rub her cunt furiously as he rimmed her adoringly and in no time she came again, once more coating her enraptured thrall with several spurts of her fluids.

Spent, Angela rose and stepped away from poor, disoriented Mark, his face a glistening mess of her fluids. He was still rock hard, his exposed cock bobbing around, **** for attention. Feeling sorry for the young man, Angela placed her foot along his length causing Marks eyes to fly open, meeting her gaze as his eyes rolled back in his head at her touch. He continued to look up at her as she gently stroked him with her foot, Angela's stern gaze, those wide eyes glittering at him from behind her glasses seeming to bore into his very soul as he pulsed and throbbed against her. This climax was even more intense for Mark in every way. His senses were filled by nothing but her as she purred down at him, calling him a good boy as he spurted his load all over himself, and a little on Angela's toes. Without breaking eye contact, Angela waited until he was done, then moved her foot up to his face, tilting her head down at him as she angled her toes towards his mouth. He parted his lips obligingly and Angela slipped her cum soaked toes into his mouth, letting Mark lick and suck them clean. This final act of submission almost brought Angela to another climax, so intense was the resulting arousal, and as she flopped down on the couch exhausted she couldn't help but wonder what else she could do to the poor, drunk young man.