Cheryl’s Lesson

I walked my usual route home music blaring trying to forget the tough day I had. Work was chaotic, my boss was up my ass, and I wasn't feeling well. I told myself I'd get up home and roll up to forget all my troubles. I lived in a fairly quiet neighborhood which was perfect for me. I'm introverted so I try to keep myself unless I'm out with friends or meeting people for the first time. My name is David by the way, nice to meet you.

Now, I'm going to continue this story as I will soon reveal an absolutely wild experience I had that day. I hope you enjoy!

I turned the corner on my block and saw my neighbor Cheryl struggling with some grocery bags. Now Cheryl, was not the friendliest person you'd meet. She was often very grumpy and rude to those that crossed her path. She mostly keeps to herself and occasionally she'll make her way outside for essentials. Normally I'd help an older woman bring her groceries in but I wasn't in the mood from a possible nasty response from Cheryl. As I passed her, I heard her shrill through my headphones, "So you aren't going to help an old lady who's struggling?!" I paused and turned around to meet steely eyes piercing through my chest. I apologized profusely and offered to help her carry them up. She grunted.

Cheryl was 5'2 with gray hair and most definitely had a granny body. Her prime days were long gone. I pitied her small frame hauling these bags in which made me feel a little better amidst my shitty day. I got into her house and asked her where exactly she wanted the bags making sure I didn't upset her by placing them elsewhere. She motioned to the counter while closing the door to her home.

After placing the bags down I headed to the door telling her I'll see her tomorrow. She growled "No, those bags hurt my back. I need a massage or else I'll be painfully sore in the morning." I looked around puzzled. She told me my strong hands should be able to sort her back issues out. I hesitated and asked if she didn't have family or a caretaker to help her out. She shot that steely glance and I caved.

I followed Cheryl to her room. I had barely entered when I was confronted with two large sagging boobs swinging from side to side. Cheryl had begun to undress in preparation for her massage. Her boobs were wrinkly and veiny--definitely a granny body. I was surprised as to their size though. Soon after, she took off her pants and underwear. I was stunned--she had a giant gray bush surrounded by worn out aging skin. It was obvious in old age she no longer cared about taming the jungle. She put on a nightgown and laid on her hard mattress face down. I told her to let me know if I were ever hurting her. I massaged her back through her nightgown slowly applying pressure. She groaned and I stopped asking if she's okay. She responded "keep going these are good groans." I massaged her back for about 10 minutes when she turned over.

She said, "you've really worked my back out. Exactly what a young man should be doing to care for the elderly. You do deserve something though. Can I get you something to drink? I have tea." Surprised by her generosity I accepted.

Not too long after she returned with two cups of tea. I took a sip and exclaimed how good it was. Truthfully I was lying but didn't want to hurt her feelings. I took a few more sips and decided to strike up a conversation with Cheryl. We talked about where she was originally from and how her childhood was. Then I started to feel weird. My vision was a little blurred and I was feeling woozy. Maybe it's the fact that I'm dehydrated or stressed. But soon, I lost consciousness mid conversation.

I awoke to a dim red light. I tried to get up but felt my arms and legs being restrained as I laid on the bed. I got scared; was this a nightmare? I struggled some more but it was no use I couldn't get free. Soon my eyes adjusted and I called out for Cheryl. I saw a small frame come through the door and it was Cheryl. "What the fuck why am I tied up?" She responded, "All the young men in this neighborhood never offer help unless asked. That's no way to treat an older woman. Therefore, I must punish you and correct that behavior."

My head was spinning what the fuck was she talking about. The thought didn't last long as my legs started stinging badly. I watched as Cheryl flogged my legs. It was painful. I yelled for her to stop but she wouldn't listen. I said I'd call the police--she didn't like this. She walked over to the side of her bed, dug in her drawer, and pulled out what looked like a gag. I told her no fucking way let me go. To no avail she placed the gag in my mouth and whispered that I was making too much noise.

After a few minutes of flogging my legs were in pain. I told Cheryl to release me but she wouldn't comply. Instead she walked over to me and lifted my shirt up. I soon felt her fingers rub all over my nipples. My nipples are extremely sensitive but no one knows that but me. I tried to wriggle away but Cheryl was intensifying her nipple play. Soon she bent over and took one of my nipples in her mouth completely. My hips rose and my dick grew stiff. Fuck this feels good but it's so wrong I thought. Then she started nibbling and biting on each nipple as she watched my body respond. She knew she had me. After a few minutes my dick was leaking precum. I can't believe this old lady just sucked my nipples. She's old and unattractive yet I'm turned on.

She stopped sucking and bent down near the bed again. Cheryl then placed two clamps on my nipples. It was driving me fucking crazy. The next thing she said is where I was struck with fear though. Cheryl said this was my last time being free and in control of my body. She started by saying that she has authority over me and that I will obey her commands whether I liked it or not.

My head was spinning...what the actual fuck is going on. Cheryl disappeared for a few minutes until I heard the sound of a toilet flushing. She came back into the room and declared that the first step is to remind me that sometimes older people need help using the bathroom. In our case, she ran out of toilet paper. I watched Cheryl climb on the bed as she exclaimed that I will have to serve as her toilet paper. She lowered her bushy pussy on to my face and I was hit with a strong pungent smell. It didn't help that she began grinding her pee covered pussy all over my face to get 'clean.'

After rubbing her pussy on my face she said that the folds of her pussy had to be cleaned too. Cheryl removed my ball gag and told me stick my tongue out. I refused and called her an old demented bitch. Suddenly she grabbed my exposed dick with what felt like an iron fist. I screamed in pain and pleaded with her to stop. She slapped my balls and told me I was too disrespectful. I begged for her to stop and told her I'd be a good boy for her if she didn't hurt me again. She released my dick and commanded me to stick my tongue out again. This time, I complied. She lowered her pussy on to my face and I began licking in the folds. I tasted the sour and pungent urine that had been left over. I felt humiliated and ashamed. But there was nothing I could do. After a few minutes of this she got up and said she was clean enough.

I thought I was free until she straddled my face once more. Older people get gassy she told me. I need a smart young man like you to make sure it's just the food I ate and not an underlying issue. I was confused as fuck what did she mean? She ordered me to open my mouth and immediately after I got a strong whiff of one the nastiest smells I've encountered. Her wind went straight into my mouth and I started to choke. Her granny ass just kept pushing out farts smelling of beans, boiled eggs, rotten food you name it.

I wanted to cry so badly as this was the most humiliating experience of my life. After she finished she got up and told me good boy. You can cry if you'd like but we are not done until you fulfill your duties as a young man..

Let me know if this something I should continue. It's my first crack at a story.