An Unexpected Afternoon

By Jizz_master0.

I was absentmindedly walking through the center of town one Saturday afternoon, lost in my thoughts. I didn’t notice the tall blonde lady walking toward me until she spoke to me. “Card,” she snapped sharply.

Since the Female Authority Act (FAA) of 2024, all men were required to carry a small electronic card. This contained detailed personal information about them; such as height, weight, penis size (flaccid and erect), length of time since the last orgasm (it was compulsory for men to wear a chastity belt at all times, only a woman could remove it and permit a man to have an orgasm). Women could demand any man’s card to plug it into their reader to see detailed information. The readers were linked globally, which meant that women could write comments and reviews about each man.

I groaned to myself and thought, ‘Here we go again.’ I reached into my pocket, pulled out my card, and presented it to the lady. She plugged it into the reader and immediately smirked as my statistics appeared on the screen. My build is slightly on the muscly side of average, which usually gets me some attention. But, this tends to lead to disappointment when women see my full stats because I am a grower but not much of one. Erect, my willy is smaller than average at a little over four inches. However, flaccid, it is barely an inch.

“Little wonder that you haven’t cum for over five months,” she said with a snigger. “You seem to have generated some interesting reviews about your oral skills. Good, at least you have something going for you. You’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon with me,” she ordered.

I followed her through the side streets to an old victorian semi, hesitantly climbing the steps to the entrance as she opened the door. She went straight through to the kitchen. “Drink?” she asked, handing me a glass of water.

Men had been banned from consuming alcohol since the FAA was brought in. It was deemed that spending time drunk in pubs was unacceptable, and even more so were the resulting beer bellies.

“I think I will have a glass of wine. No, I think today is a champagne day,” she said.

I realized that it would be a long day for me if she were in the mood to treat herself.


She took me upstairs to her bedroom. “Strip,” she barked at me. She sipped her champagne as she watched me peel my clothes off. She gasped and covered her mouth as I pulled down my boxer shorts. “I’ve never seen a chastity device that small before,” she remarked.

“It came from the kid’s range,” I mumbled embarrassingly.

“Really?” She bent down for a closer look and peered at it. “It’s been modified too,” she observed.

“Yes, my last girlfriend decided that it wasn’t secure enough, so she forced me to have a piercing and added a bar to the chastity device that locks through the piercing.”

I told her there was no way to take it off without unlocking it now.

“Good,” she said, “I approve of that.”

She left me standing in the room and walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged wearing only a thin silky robe. Her hand reached out, and she swept up the glass of champagne as she walked across the room toward me. Stopping a short distance away from me, she drank some champagne as her eyes studied my body.

“I will enjoy this,” she said with a smile.

She stepped closer to me, putting the glass down, slipping the robe off as she did.

“I want you to kiss me all over. Start slowly with my neck and then work over the rest of my body,” she instructed.

She tilted her head back slightly, and I moved closer to her. I could smell her perfume and inhale deeply before slowly kissing her neck. I decided that I might enjoy this after all. I slowly kissed her neck and let my hands wander around her body. As my lips moved down her front, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bed. She adjusted the pillows and lay down on her back, pulling me on top. I resumed exploring her body. Her breasts were soft, and her nipples were getting firm with arousal. I let my tongue brush over her left nipple, then briefly sucked it and gently nibbled it with my teeth.

“Mmmm,” she gasped.

Her breathing was starting to get faster. I moved to the right breast and did the same. Then, I ran my tongue slowly down and backed up her abdomen. I slid down the bed a little and gently picked up her leg. I started rubbing her foot and then planting little kisses all over it. I slipped one of her toes into my mouth, and she moaned softly as I sucked it. I continued kissing her foot and then started working up her leg. As I got closer to her pussy I could hear her breathing getting faster and see that she was getting wet with the excitement. I switched to her other leg and repeated the same steps. As I got close to her pussy, I continued and kissed around its perimeter but was careful not to get too close. I started kissing my way back up her body, my hands sliding ahead of my lips. They reached her breasts, and I caressed them gently before kissing and then gently sucking them.

She moaned and pushed the top of my head back down towards her pussy. I kissed the inside of her thighs and then ran my tongue on the side of each of her pussy lips. “Oooh,” she softly moaned. I slowly licked the center of her pussy, from the base almost up to her clit, teasing her. I did it again, this time getting closer, and then a third time, I swerved around it at the last moment with my tongue. She writhed with anticipation each time I got close to her clit. I moved down to lick her again. I pushed my tongue between her lips and licked up until I found her clit. “Aahhhh,” she moaned in relief. I slowly ran my tongue repeatedly over and around her clit. She kept moaning and saying, “Yes, keep doing that. It feels excellent.”

Her fingers kept running through my hair, and occasionally, she would grab it and hold my head in place. I focused on keeping the same pattern with my tongue. She asked me to go a little bit faster, which I did. Her moans started to get more frequent and louder. My hands slid up her body and found her breasts again. I could tell that she was beginning to get close to her first orgasm, so to tease her a bit, I lengthened the distance I was licking with my tongue and only lightly touched her clit at the top of each pass.

She exhaled sharply, gripped my hair, and said, “Don’t toy with me!”

I resumed the previous pattern.

“That’s better,” she said. “Go a little faster. I’m getting closer again.”

She started panting and writhing on the bed. I did my best to keep my mouth in the same spot on her pussy.

“Ooooh, oooh, ooooooh,” she moaned rhythmically, getting louder and louder.

She was close now and grabbed my hair again.

“Oh my God, OH my God, OH MY GOOOOODDDDDD, YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS,” she screamed as the first wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her. “Yes. Yes. YES. Yes. Yes.”

She was writhing around, still gripping my head to lock it on her pussy. Her pussy was so wet that I was trying to swallow quickly so that I didn’t interrupt the licking. The screaming died down a bit, but she didn’t loosen her grip immediately. I knew from experience that I needed to keep going, but I slowed the pace down a bit so that her clit didn’t get too sensitive. Moans continued to escape her lips, and she started to run her hands through my hair again. I kept licking, and soon she was starting to build up to her next orgasm. Her fingers moved quickly through my hair, and I could see her belly inflating and deflating rapidly as her breath got faster and faster. The second orgasm hit her more suddenly: “YEEESSSS,” “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she jerked as the waves hit her.

I continued licking for several more minutes, and she rode waves of orgasms, first riding up to climax and then easing off again. “Mmmmm, that’s enough now,” she purred after a while and gently pushed my head away from her pussy.

I moved back and noticed a big wet patch where I had been lying. I had oozed lots of pre-cum as I was so turned on. I moved up next to her, and she pulled me close and my head onto her chest.

“That was amazing,” she said as she stroked my arms and chest. “Your ex-girlfriend left some comments which said that it’s best that you don’t cum too often, as the more sexually frustrated you are, the harder that you work with your tongue, and she was right. I’d better not let you cum now. I Wouldn’t want to spoil you for the next girl,” she said with a giggle.

We lay there in silence until she eventually sat up and drank more of her champagne. She reached out and picked up her card reader and began tapping away, adding comments to my profile.

“You’d better watch out for my neighbor when you leave,” she commented, “She definitely would have heard me screaming through the walls, and she’ll be keen to see who was responsible!”

‘Uh-oh,’ I thought to myself as I lay there, drinking in the view of her body.

“It’s time for you to leave now,” she said abruptly, a short while later.

I got dressed and headed down to the front door. I walked out of the door, and as I turned to say goodbye, I saw the curtain in the window next door move in my peripheral vision.

“I’ll be giving you a call for another visit soon,” the lady said with a smile and shut the door.

I realized that I didn’t even know her name.

The door had barely closed when I heard the front door of the next house open. A lady who looked to be in her mid-sixties stepped outside and called me. “You, hand me your card.”

I was kicking myself for not getting away quick enough, but I had no choice and handed over my card.

“Oh my!” the neighbor exclaimed as she read through my profile, “You had better come inside.”


To be continued…?


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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