Toy & Tormentor

Hello to all my readers, this is JJ from Chennai reaching out to you with a hot & horny personal experience that well defined and very truly matches the heading above. “The Toy & the Tormenter” I was normal just like any other kid of the block during my school & college days, listening and reading third rated porn books that came my way. Let me tell you there came loads and loads of them, I had a huge collection until a faithful Good Friday when parents cleaned my cupboard the embracement I underwent can never be described in words.

Of course, like all of my age guys I used feel horny for women who were fit enough to be my mother when it comes to their age. It was a long list from my nursery school teacher to the next door neighbor aunty well into her 40’s. I guess that’s normal during the adolescent and youngster phase in the life of a average male, what’s abnormal about this that it continues even to this day while well into my later side of 30’s.


Quickly returning to the crux when I joined a modular kitchen company & the time I am talking is not recently the very term modular kitchen wasn’t known to ordinary middle class customers. In my case it was precisely the creamy layer of the society alone had any idea about the product I was asked to sell. Trying to locate the ‘O’ block in Anna Nagar was no joke on a hot and humid day in the month of May 1993, confused and totally given up I parked my two wheeler on the then deserted but a cool shady Avadi Road.

With a benevolent postman passing me finally helped me locate ‘O’ block and designated address where I was expected for a product pitch, the granite floor assisted by the timely sea breeze made me feel I was entering the heavenly door & I was entering the heaven since before me stood a sexy Goddess in her mid 40’s draped in the best of imported night dress as it was called those days.



"Hello?" she said.

"Hello." I replied, standing at her front door handing her one of my business cards. "I'm Chris and I'm a representative of the kitchen Remodeling Company. I was asked to meet you for a product introduction based on your inquiry, I could show you some of the things we have done for people and see if you might like to use our services preferred over our competitors."

"Sure. Come on in. I'm Geetha." she said, pushing the door open.


As I started to step into her house, I was struck by the way her house was planned and built & of course the robe she was dressed with too made my cock stiff.!

She was wearing a yellow & black print night dress that stood in stark contrast to her fair skin. She did have a neat and trim body, she had broad hips and as she walked away from me, I had to admit I admired the roundness of her back. I'd gotten just a flash of her breasts and they were visible through the first two unbuttoned front opening.

I felt an instant growing in my cock.

I followed her into the living room. She sat on one end of a sofa facing a tea table. I started to sit across from her but she patted the sofa and said, "Sit here so you can show me your things, smarty."

So I sat on the cushion next to her and spread my display books out on the table.

When she sat forward to look at the first opened book, things seemed to change. She had been sitting demurely but when she leaned forward to look at the books, her knees spread apart and her legs pressed against mine.

I talked about the first page and of remodeling an ancient kitchen. I got ready to turn the page but when I reached for it, my hand brushed her left breast. I was immediately concerned but she never showed any indication that she had even noticed. When I brought my hand back, Geetha had put her left elbow on her left knee, limiting the space I could move my hand and not only did it brush her tit again but my palm wound up resting on her thigh.


I talked about the two pages of pictures, some before and some after the conversation to modular kitchen to show what we had accomplished. When I got to the point of turning the next page, Geetha just waited for me and when my hand again brushed her tit both going and coming and landed on her thigh, she again made no indication of noticing, although I thought there might have been just a tad more arch to her back ... so now it was even harder to turn the pages without touching Geetha.

The next time I turned a page and drew my hand back, Geetha leaned further forward, pressing her left knee more into my leg and spreading her legs further. This time my palm rested on a softer, fleshier part of her thigh, higher than before.

Still Geetha made no indication of noticing it.

I went through my folder on those two pages and reached to turn to the next one. On the way back, my hand really dragged against Geetha's heavy tit and I rested my palm just a little higher on her thigh. I started talking about the product pictured but my mind was elsewhere. I let my little finger move backward and it brushed the spot very close to her cunt. Geetha had to know it was there but she seemed totally absorbed in the pictures.

Once more I reached to turn the page and when I drew my hand back, I planted my palm over her cunt. This time, Geetha lay back against the sofa, her legs splayed wide and her eyes closed.

She said, "Go ahead. Tell me about this project." But her eyes remained closed and the look on Geetha's face was one of pure lust.


I began talking slowly about the projects and rubbing her pussy through the thin cloth just as slowly. If Geetha gave any indication of what I was doing, it was to try to open her legs wider.

By the time I had gotten halfway through talking about the pictures, my fingers had worked on thin satin night dress to one side and then plowed into Geetha's crevasse unimpeded by the night dress. I teased her clitty out of its hiding place and it stood up strong and proud.

Carefully I shoved the coffee table out of the way with my foot and then swiftly swung around in front of Geetha. Dropping to my knees, I pulled her legs up to my shoulders, spread her pussy lips with my fingers and introduced my tongue to Geetha's hot clit. She was sopping wet and within seconds, I had her cunt juice all over my face. I thought Geetha had as good a tasting pussy as I could ever remember eating.

I licked all around her clit for a bit, then down to the opening into Geetha's love tunnel, which I explored with the full length of my tongue, wishing I had a longer tongue. I could feel the pressure of her inner muscles trying to grab my tongue. I hadn't been working around her clit and pussy more than five minutes before she reared up, her neck on the back of the sofa and her legs pressing my shoulders, touching nothing else, and then Geetha shook like a leaf through about 18 seconds of wonderful climax. A fresh stream of pussy juice flowed onto my tongue and I lapped it all up like a thirsty dog.


Still I licked and sucked at her clit and vagina, causing her to buck with surprise as Geetha pulled her legs up higher, opening her legs more for me.

Back again at her top, I sucked Geetha's clit and teased it with my tongue before spending some time reaming out her cunt with my tongue. I noticed that she had pushed her night dress bra up and was massaging her massive tits with both hands, pulling at her nipples, squeezing the big globes. Geetha bowed up so that she was only supported by her neck and her legs as she came, shivering a little longer as the waves of pleasure passed over her.

Quickly I stood and unzipped my pants, and dropping them to the floor so I could step out of them. By then, Geetha had twisted on the sofa with her head bolstered on one arm, one leg propped high on the sofa back, the other on the floor. I settled into Geetha's saddle, letting my questing cock home in on her heat source and pushing forward to bury itself in her hot love box. There was no need for ceremony and it was obvious she was still hot, so I started to fuck Geetha, carefully grinding on her clitty with every down-stroke. Even before I was ready, she came again, shaking under me like an earthquake.

I kept plowing, thinking now only of myself. I thought that the sensations Geetha's cunt sent through my member to my brain made me think of the warmest, closest, most loving condition possible. I might not be in love with her but I sure was in lust!

When my balls exploded, it was as if dynamite had been ignited between my legs. It felt like a tremendous explosion as they tried to shoot each blast of sperm into and through Geetha's body. Shot after shot went deep into her cunt, splashing her inner walls with the sticky white liquid. Geetha wrapped her legs around my butt and with her arms around my neck, held me captive even after the last drops had oozed out. Geetha pulled my head down and I nuzzled between her tits and sucked her nipples for several minutes while my muscles recovered from the wonderful burning sensation left after a great fuck. I rued the time when my cock became so flaccid it slipped out of her pussy.


Eventually I pushed myself up and slowly dressed, almost reluctant to leave. Geetha sat up on the sofa but made no attempt to put the night dress back on her. She watched until I slipped on my shoes and gathered my books.

"Smarty, I'd like to do some remodeling but I don't think I'm ready. However, I'd really like to see more of your work so I can get more ideas about just what I might want to do some day. If you could come back at your convenience, I'd like you to show me more."

"I will do that," I replied.

As I started for the front door, Geetha padded along behind me.

Turning at the door, I was going to wish Geetha well or kiss her or something but she beat me to the punch. She gave me a quick tongue-flicking kiss and said, "And if you'd maybe just like to drop by to visit, you know, on your own time sometime, you'd always be welcome."

Amazing! Oh, have I visited her!

My office frequently compliments me for working so late when I get back into the office after everyone else has left; I don't tell him how much I have to hustle the rest of the day to make up for the times when I visit my hot & ever horny Geetha lover girl.


Geetha remains the horniest woman I have ever known or probably ever will know. But not one time has she ever used any language which refers to what we are doing, mentions sex, or any implication of sex except for a very rare unintended double-entendre that could be interpreted as referring to a sex act. Geetha simply invites me in and allows me to have my way with her ... anything I want, including oral both ways, vaginal and all sex, all the tittie love I want and occasional hand massages.

Since Geetha prefers it that way, I have honored her wishes by not referring to any sexual activity. It is amazing that the lack of sex talk has not detracted from our pleasure. Geetha cums frequently and we seldom have a session where I don't cum multiple times. The fact that Geetha was twenty-odd years my senior has absolutely no bearing on our pleasure ... unless it might be better because me being her toy & she became my tormentor. Did you like it? Fine it's time you sent in your comments and feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com


Happy Reading


Yours Lovingly


JJ