It is predawn Saturday morning; my phone goes off on my nightstand, all I can think is WTF, who is contacting me this early. I rub my eyes, grab my phone, as it could be the office, since I am on call 24/7/365.
It is Rita, all that the text says, `here now, don't make me wait, good boy!'
I get up and head to the bathroom and pee. Going back to the bedroom, I grab a fresh teeshirt, a pair of ankle socks and my warm-ups. I pull my warm-ups on without thinking to put on underwear, I sleep all natural, and pull the tee on over my head. I go to the front door, sit on my bench, put my socks on and my cross trainers, grab my pull over and put it on; zipping it up partially.
I grab my keys and wallet, sticking them in my pockets and head out the door. It is a brisk winter's morning, just days after the Christmas holiday. I hop in my company car, press the start button and drive.
My place is just outside of the District, as not to be to far from my office, so I hurry to get to Georgetown. Thankfully being early on a Saturday, the roads are empty, which is a nice change from the usual congestion at other times.
I pull up to the shop and I see Rita peering out of the window of the door. I am parked and hop out and jog to the door and she opens it.
`Get in here!' Rita orders and gives me a once over and rolls her eyes. My guess she isn't impressed with what I am wearing.
I walk in and she closes and locks the door behind me, makes sure the closed sign is visible and closes the door blinds. The shop is fairly dark, except for the light, where the pedestal and mirrors are. I see a high-back, tufted, brown leather chair set up on the pedestal.
Rita says, `Strip! And get up there and sit down!' I comply, thankfully I didn't have many clothes to take off.
I take a seat, it almost feels like a throne, the way she has it set up; I sit straight up, having always had good posture. The chair is positioned so that there is almost a 180 degree view of me, as I sit. I see a flash and know that she just took a photo of me, another flash and she comes around in front of me.
`Well, that is a good boy, you listened well. Ignore the camera and I am glad to see you are not being shy!' As my cock was already at full attention.
She smiled slyly and walked to me stark naked, the only thing she had on was what looked like ballet shoes. She had a few shirt ties in her left hand and a remote for the camera in her right. She kneeled before me, setting the remote down, after she took another picture, with her kneeling at my feet. She bound both my legs to the chair legs, tight but not too tight.
`Place your hands to the sides of the chair!' She ordered and I complied, snap, another picture was taken; she loosely tied my arms down to the back legs on the chair, so that I was helpless. She snapped another picture as I sat there, helpless to her whim, as she looked me over with a satisfied look.
She again put the remote down and every once in a while, it would flash; so I was sure she had set it on a time delay. She let her hair down from her bun and slowly tossed it back and forth, my hard cock, moved with each toss. She sauntered to me and kissed my eager lips, hard, darting her tongue into my mouth; I returned it with passion. She grabbed my hard cock and my balls and started kissing her way down, biting or blowing air on my naked body as she inched down toward her prize. I could feel my nipples become hard as stone as she teased her way down my body.
She got to my now throbbing hard on, never letting go of her grasp, she licked my piss slit and around my cock head and down my shaft to where her hand was holding me firm. All the while pictures were being taken every few seconds. She licked back up, flicking the base of my cock head with her tongue and started to give me the most erotic blow job I had ever had in my life. She kept her own pace and I believe, she was making sure that I would not cum.
After giving me head, Rita released my foot bindings and angled my body in the chair so my ass was now exposed, flash. She grabbed a bottle of lube, I hadn't noticed it before but I was to enamored by the scene set before me to really care. Rita lubed her hard lady cock and then my waiting asshole, sticking a finger in a little as she did; again my cock bobbed to the sensation.
She tossed the lube bottle aside and slowly worked her cock into my ass. Once she had gotten inside, she started humping me harder and harder, I could feel her balls slapping against my skin.
She bent towards me as she fucked me and kissed me on my forehead, `how does my boy like mommy's big cock?' I just gazed into her eyes and smiled, the only answer I knew she needed.
Rita's rhythm grew with each thrust, she was all in now and had released her hold on me and my cock bounced against us with each thrust. Now I was trying to control my own self as I didn't want to cum yet, myself. She surged forward as I felt her cock pump and jet her hot cum deep in my ass and my cock spurted hard, as my cum load plastered both of us. That was the hardest, I thought, that I had ever cum before.
As she slowed, she bent towards me releasing my hands, I was limp and could hardly move a muscle.
`Okay boy, it is time for you to clean the mess you made!' I readily obliged and started licking my cum off of Rita's body.
`Don't forget my mommy cock too!' I sucked and licked her clean.
After I was finished she walked over to the dressing room and grabbed a silk kimono and covered herself. She tossed me a towel and a terrycloth robe that she had laying by, I cleaned myself off and dawned the robe.
Rita went to the back a moment, while I was still cleaning myself; she came back with my new tux. She hung it in the dressing area and came back to me, as I was fully covered now.
`Be a darling and move the chair for me.' Rita asked in her soft voice that I heard the first time I was in the shop. I moved the chair, she pointed towards a corner and I took it there and placed it down.
Rita went behind the counter and said, would you care for a cup of coffee?' I nodded and she said, I am guessing you like your coffee black?!' I nodded again, it was like she could see into my soul and knew my innermost thoughts and desires.