Elaine: My ideal mate

I first meet Elaine struggling up a hill from the beach to her home. Her body is old and worn, but reeks of Painslut. She invites me in and extreme pain begins.

My ideal mate - Elaine.
The moment I first saw her at the seafront, I knew I had to have her. Extremely skinny, but with a firm, muscular frame; middle aged, but with very large, hanging boobs that I was sure would make up half of her weight. And with marks on her back that could only have come from extreme whippings. Her dark hair was done up tight in a bob.
She was wearing the skimpiest of bikinis, her huge thick nipples crowning her long thrusting boobs. My roger immediately went stiff. She was clearly struggling with her groceries as she climbed up the hill, and I stepped forward to help her.
“Can I help you?” I asked her politely. She ignored me. I asked again. “I don’t need any help,” she replied. “But thank you anyway.”
“I’ll take one basket, you take the other? ” I offered. “How far do you have to go?”
Again she ignored me. I could see she was beginning to sweat, and her breath becoming laboured. I continued walking beside her. “Lovely day,” I said, looking up at the clear sky. “Bet you love coming down to the ocean. Do you swim here?”
Still no answer. “Not so good when its cold and rainy, though.” I added.
“Cold and rainy is good,” she responded. “Its good for you. Toughens you up.”
Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said. “I like it hard and tough too. I do the gym a lot. Your body sings after a good workout. Good for your sex life too,!” I added, with a laugh, and immediately regretting my impudence, .
“I do this twice a day. Every day,” she said. “Got the gear too. My basement is my favorite place. “
“Your basement?” I asked querulously.
She stopped and put her two grocery bags down. “You ask a lot of questions for a youngster. I’m twice your age. Yes, I have a basement. So what? “
We were at the top of the hill. “Well, this is my house” she said. And for the first time she looked me up and down. “You look like a strapping young man,” she said, looking directly at me. “I like your eyes. And your shoulders.”
And then she took a step forwards and put her right hand on my cock. “And your dick,” she said, for the first time with a smile. “You want to have a cup of tea?”
Did I ever? Roger nearly crept out of the top of my pants.
I have to say her house looked a mess. Houseproud she clearly was not. “Move those papers, have a sit down,” she told me. “I’ll put these things away in the kitchen, then I’ll go and change.”
I didn’t sit in the kitchen. I stood in the doorway and watched her put her groceries away. Her every movement was a delight; easy and experienced, her muscles flexing in ways that told me she had once been an athlete. Indeed, glancing at the photos adorning the walls of her sitting room were several of her younger self at the end of one race or another.
“You used to be a runner?
I called to her.
“Still am, sort of’, she said from a distance. ”Or I’d like to be. That’s what the basement’s for.”
She came back into the room. “Well, that’s not all, of course. Do you want to see it?”
Roger sat up and said ‘yes, please!”
She turned, held out her hand, led me to a door to her basement, opened it and then immediately closed it. She looked up at me and said earnestly, and with some worry on her face. “Can I trust you? I don’t know you. What I want to show you is not to be relayed to anyone. It is my essence, my pride and joy. Very few people have seen in here. Do you understand?”
I hesitated. Yes, I wanted to see, but no I didn’t want to commit myself to silence.
She waited for my answer – for maybe five seconds. And then slammed the door shut, and started to walk away. “You had better go,” she said. I was mortified. So was Roger. I hurried to catch her arm. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean…”
She turned to look at me, tears in her eyes. “I was hoping…,” she said.
And I was hoping too. “I’d really like to see it”, I said earnestly, and really meant it.
“You know what I am,” she said. “I can see it in you, feel it. “You want to whip and beat the shit out of me, don’t you? You want to fuck my cunt and ass, and flog me bloody so that I cum and cum and cum, don’t you?”
And I did. Really did. I started to undo my belt and drop my trousers, upon which she started to remove her top and bra. Her eyes stayed on mine as she did this, fierce determination driving her on.
“I’m going to do you first, she said. “And its gonna hurt. You’d better be ready. If you want to do me you’d better be sure you know what pain I’m going to give you first.”
Now THAT was one of the biggest challenges I’d had for a long time. ”Kiss me. Kiss me deep and long,” I said to her. “Mouths and tongues. Dribble that will soak my shirt and drip down into your bosom.”
“Bosom?” My brain was turning into mush. Fucking hell. I was mentally preparing to skewer her tits 20 times over. And I’m talking about ‘bosoms”?
She started stripping herself naked. I immediately followed, of course. “Nice todger,” she said, looking closely at roger. “How many times can you cum in a day?”
Now that was a mathematical/time availability question I’d often considered, and never got a satisfactory answer. “It depends,” I said. “On what?” she asked. “On how much power my arms I have left after I’ve raped you a dozen times.” I said with a major grin.
“Chance would be a fine thing,” she said with a responsive cheeky grin. “You have no idea how much pain I can take and how many orgasms I can have. Women have much faster recovery times than men.”
Well, she had me there. “And while you are chopping down trees to give us fuel I’m masturbating and juicing my cunt and ass to get my procreation juices working,” she said.
Elaine was gorgeous. I started to want to marry her. “Kiss me,” I said for the second time. “Long and deep. I want to eat you for dinner.”
She laughed again, and flung her arms around my neck. “Oh , I want YOU,” she said with passion.
We then did fuck and fuck, and whip and whip, until many hours later we lay in pools of piss, blood, shit, cum juice and sperm.

It was actually noon the next day when I woke. Elaine was nowhere to be seen. I found her in the basement, wiping up the bloodied floor and singing to herself. “Oh, there you are darling. Can you get this hook out of my cheek? “
I looked at her right cheek, and then her left cheek. “I don’t see any hook,” I said. She laughed. “Oh, silly,” she said. “Not in my face cheek. My ass cheek. You’ve left two of them in my bum and I can’t sit down properly.”
“Let’s have a look.” I said. She raised her bottom up and could not resist giving her a dozen whacks with my hand on each cheek.
“Oh, you are awful,” she said with a cheeky smile. Cheeky. Goddit? Actually, it was ‘Oh, you are awful, but I like you“ that most gave me a flash of remembrance of British comedian Dick Emery. Oh there’s another one. Dick.
“Stop messing about!” Elaine added to our fun morning, as she slapped my ass back again with her own hand. “Kenneth Williams!” I replied in delight.
And we wrapped our arms around each other, purring in delight. My new lover. “Are you ready for another strong whipping tonight, my darling” I asked her. She demurred. “Can we do my tits thoroughly tomorrow instead,” she asked. “I have two dozen skewers for you to get through.”

Tomorrow has arrived. And as I walked through her door I saw 24 long, mean, sharp skewers lined up on the table close to the basement door. And next to them the longest, thickest, most vicious-looking looking dildo I had ever seen.
“Are you planning to mash potatoes or something?” I asked.
“Something like that,” she replied, and put her arms around my neck, thrust her thick nipples into my stomach , and kissed my lips with ardent passion. “You’re going to do me. DO ME. Especially my tits. Anything and everything. I’m going to love it.” And she took one of my hands and placed it on one of her huge breasts, and with the other took a skewer and placed it my other hand.
“Starting NOW!” she shouted and knocked the skewer in that hand straight into the underneath of her left breast. I was startled. She grunted, and closed her eyes. “Ahhhh!” she breathed. “And again!” she said, and moved my hand to her right breast. “Ooooh, yeah!”! she said. “You tit fucker, you. Kiss me again. Work that thing right up to the top of my tit.”
“Like this?” I said, and jabbed the skewer even harder so that the skin tented up and then popped out the top of her breast, small droplets of blood leaking down the shaft onto her milky-white skin and slowly down her boob.
“I feel a cum coming,” she said breathily, her eyes half closed and her lips trembling. “Let’s use ALL the skewers!”
I laughed. “You’ll look like a porcupine!”I said. “I don’t care. You can do my ass too,” she replied.” “That should balance me up, top and bottom”. “You’re on!” I said. By now Roger was leaking in my pants. I could see her cunt was leaking down her legs. Time to join our leakings. I REALLY needed to fuck this gorgeous woman again.
Elaine turned her back to me, bent over and presented her creamy white ass. I was not surprised to see a lot of fairly new and many old stripes. I stood back and admired it. She gave her ass an erotic wiggle, looked over her shoulder, gave me a cheeky grin and said with extreme breathiness: “Now, give me all you’ve got in those muscly arms, big boy! Canes and whips over there.”
I picked three out from the hall stand, and saw a real beaut: less a cane than a vicious knobkerry filled with half-inch spikes. Elaine saw me pick it up and examine it. She came over and took my hand, wrapping it gently around the knobkerry. The smile was gone from her face. “This is yours, my darling. Yours for whenever you like,” she said with a serious expression. “I have had that knobkerry for many years. It was my father’s. He used it on my mother, and I can still hear her screams. “But you can use it on me whenever you want. I won’t cry. I will wrap my pain into my soul in the knowledge that it is you who is caressing me with it.”
My god, this really was the woman of my dreams! And then she said something that almost made me faint.
“Now, would you like a cup of tea?”
A hot, naked, older painslut with TITS – and pierced with skewers at that - a tantalizing, scarred bum and back, a vicious knobkerry, and an invitation to a cup of tea!!
I felt faint and weak at the knees, and moved to sit down in her own armchair. She came to wrap her naked body into my lap, and put my hand to her cunt. “Rub my clit, darling” she whispered into my ear before licking it with her tongue. “We’ve got all day and into the night.”
Thus Clara, her clit, really got to know Roger, my dick, Very well indeed.