<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=serving%20milf%20next%20door">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="60343476" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Is this what you imagined yourself doing on your last day of summer, Dylan?” Mrs. Jameson asked in a soft, seductive voice.</p><p>Dylan’s mouth was stuffed with Mr. Jameson’s cock, which prevented him from offering an answer.</p><p>“When you came home for the summer, did you imagine you’d spend your time learning how to be a cocksucker for a woman like me? Did you imagine you’d have your lips stretched by a nice big dick? Did you imagine you’d learn your place as a good submissive boy?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan groaned around the cock in his mouth. He knew the questions were rhetorical. Of course he hadn’t imagined those things when he came home from school. He figured he’d spend his summer trying to fuck one of the girls he’d had a crush on during his senior year. The idea of being a submissive cocksucker for his gorgeous neighbor had never entered his mind.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson knelt behind Dylan and ran her fingers down his back and grasped his ass cheeks. She squeezed them tight and gave each a swift slap, causing him to cry out in pain around the dick in his mouth.</p><p>She ran her fingernails up his back, causing a rush of pain before her fingers entwined in his hair and pulled back. Mrs. Jameson leaned closer and sucked on his neck from behind before she asked, “Are you sad that you have to go back to school, Dylan? Would you rather stay at home and be a cocksucking bitch for me and my husband?”</p><p>Dylan looked up at Mr. Jameson and saw a confident smile on the older man’s face. He studied the plump, slippery head of the cock that had just been in his mouth and smiled at the notion that he was the one that had made it hard.</p><p>“I’m going to miss this,” he said.</p><p>“You’re going to miss being a cocksucker for me?” Mrs. Jameson asked as she wrapped her fingers around his neck and applied gentle pressure.</p><p>“Yes,” Dylan said.</p><p>“I want you to find a girl to serve when you get back to school, Dylan,” she said. “I don’t want you to run away from yourself. I want you to embrace what you are. I want you to find a dominant girl and beg her for the chance to serve her needs during your sophomore year. I want you to come home for Christmas break with an even better understanding of how to be a submissive bitch for a dominant woman.”</p><p>“I will,” he said.</p><p>“Good. Now suck my husband’s balls,” Mrs. Jameson demanded as she released him from her grasp.</p><p>Dylan pushed Mr. Jameson’s cock upwards and stroked the shaft as he used his mouth to pleasure the older man’s big balls. He licked, sucked, and covered them in his saliva as he did everything he could to please Mrs. Jameson.</p><p>As he tasted the sweat and stink that Mr. Jameson had built up over the course of a long day, Dylan considered the request Mrs. Jameson had made. He wondered if he’d be willing to actually pursue a dominant girl and make such a significant change in his life. He wondered how easy it would be even if he wanted to do such a thing.</p><p>“That’s good, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>He released Mr. Jameson’s cock and stopped sucking on his big balls and turned to look at Mrs. Jameson. His eyes focused between her legs and the black strapon harness she’d changed into. There was a long, thick black dildo protruding from her pelvis and there was no doubt that cock would end up inside him.</p><p>“Darling, will you get in the bed so Dylan can get on his hands and knees between your legs and suck your cock?” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>“Of course,” Mr. Jameson replied as he hopped into the bed he shared with his wife. He rested his head against a pair of pillows, spread his legs, and smiled at Dylan.</p><p>“Go ahead, Dylan. Take your place between his legs. Suck my husband’s cock. Show him what a good little cocksucking bitch I’ve trained you to be,” Mrs. Jameson demanded.</p><p>Dylan took his place between Mr. Jameson’s legs, wrapped his fingers around the base of the thick cock and resumed giving a blowjob.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson moved into the bed behind Dylan, smacked his ass hard enough for it to hurt, and then poured a healthy amount of lubrication over his ass. She spread the lube with her fingers and slipped two into his asshole with ease.</p><p>“I want you to find a girl that will make you an anal slut, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “Tell her that you need to be fucked. Tell her that your asshole is hers to play with. Tell her that it’s meant for pleasure. Tell her that you’re meant for her pleasure.”</p><p>Dylan groaned around the dick in his mouth as Mrs. Jameson pressed the lubed head of her thick black strapon against his asshole and penetrated him.</p><p>“Look at that,” she said. “It just slides right into you. It’s almost as if your ass was made for fucking, Dylan. It’s as if I’ve helped you discover your true purpose, which is to give your body to someone else for their pleasure.”</p><p>She grabbed Dylan’s hips and began to fuck him with long, slow, deep thrusts. She pulled everything but the head out and then plunged back inside him, taking her time to make sure he felt every bit of it as he got stretched out.</p><p>Mr. Jameson grabbed Dylan’s hair, pulled the young man off his cock, and asked, “How does it feel to get fucked, Dylan?”</p><p>“It’s good, sir,” he said.</p><p>“She’s always loved fucking little bitches like you, you know,” Mr. Jameson said. “She has a thing for pounding tight little submissive asses. Do you like that she’s pounding you so hard, Dylan? Do you like being her little anal whore?”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson fucked Dylan harder as her husband offered up a bit of verbal humiliation.</p><p>“Yes, I like it,” Dylan said as the unrelenting anal pounding offered a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I like being her anal whore.”</p><p>Mr. Jameson laughed as he pushed his cock back into Dylan’s mouth and fucked the younger man’s face. He was being taken from both ends, and taken vigorously and without much care for how he felt. They were using him, which sent Dylan deep into a place of the most intense kind of pleasure.</p><p>“He is a whore, isn’t he?” Mrs. Jameson said. “I spent the whole summer training him to be my good little whore and now I have to send him away.” She laughed and smacked Dylan’s ass. “It’s kind of sad, though I’ll get to use him again when he comes home for Christmas and I’m quite certain he’ll be willing to play next summer, too.”</p><p>“Of course he will,” Mr. Jameson said as he pushed his cock into Dylan’s throat and held it there. “The good ones always come back, don’t they?”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson buried every inch of her strapon into Dylan’s ass and leaned forward until her big breasts were pressed against his back.</p><p>“Will you come back, Dylan? Will you come back to me this Christmas? Will you offer me your body? Will you show me all the things you’ve learned at college?” she asked.</p><p>Mr. Jameson pulled his dick from Dylan’s mouth and after gasping for air he answered, “Yes. I will. I’ll come back. I promise.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson pulled her cock from his ass and Dylan felt it gaping wide open for a few moments. He experienced a strange, wonderful kind of yearning. He wanted her cock back inside him. He wanted her to fuck him longer and harder. He wanted her to use his asshole again.</p><p>Instead, Mrs. Jameson climbed out of the bed, loosened her harness, and let it fall to the floor before saying, “Down here, Dylan. On your knees in front of me.”</p><p>Dylan moved into position and looked up at Mrs. Jameson. He admired her beautiful blonde hair, her perfect perky tits, and her taut stomach. She was a goddess in every way.</p><p>She reached out, grabbed a tight handful of his hair, and pulled him against her loins. “Worship my pussy,” she said.</p><p>Dylan licked the beautiful blonde milf fervently. He licked her pussy to prepare her for the sex he assumed she would soon be having with her husband. He licked her pussy because he wanted to do exactly as he was told. He wanted to make the woman he’d come to worship happy.</p><p>“Do you understand that you’re not worthy of my pussy, Dylan? Have you completely accepted that?” she asked.</p><p>Dylan nodded.</p><p>“Do you understand that you’re not worthy of any woman’s pussy,” she continued. “You’ll certainly be able to find a woman willing to let your little dick inside her, but you still won’t be worthy of her. You won’t be able to pleasure her. You won’t be able to make her cum like she deserves to cum. Your little dick will only disappoint her.”</p><p>Dylan nodded again.</p><p>“You understand that you shouldn’t pursue a traditional girlfriend. That kind of relationship will only end in disappointment for you and her. You need to find a girl that sees you for what you are, Dylan. You need to find a girl that can take advantage of your submissive nature and use you to make her happy. Do you understand?”</p><p>Dylan nodded.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson stepped back, bent over, and said, “Open up.”</p><p>Dylan opened his mouth and she spit onto his tongue. She pushed her fingers past his lips and to the back of his throat, making him gag as she laughed.</p><p>“You’re a sex toy, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said. “You’re a submissive sex toy and now you’re going to watch my husband fuck me. You’re going to watch a real man enjoy my pussy. You’re going to watch me milk a nice, thick load out of him that you can clean up.”</p><p>Dylan spun around as Mrs. Jameson approached the bed and said, “Come here, baby. Sit right on the edge of the bed so I can ride that beautiful cock of yours.”</p><p>Mr. Jameson moved until he was sitting right where his wife wanted him. His feet touched the floor as his ass rested on the edge of the bed and she straddled him with ease. He grabbed her beautiful ass and she said, “Dylan, put his cock inside me. Guide a real man’s cock into my pussy and watch him stretch me.”</p><p>Dylan did as he was told and watched as the big dick disappeared into Mrs. Jameson’s pussy. She moaned as it filled her and Dylan marveled at the beauty of her cunt completely swallowing her husband’s long, thick erection.</p><p>“Suck his balls, Dylan. Help make a nice big load that he can shoot inside me. Help my husband fill me with his cum,” Mrs. Jameson demanded as she began to bounce on her husband’s cock.</p><p>Dylan crawled closer and took the older man’s balls into his mouth. He sucked gently and ran his tongue over the wrinkled flesh. The taste of sweaty, unwashed testicles filled his mouth, though Dylan didn’t find it particularly unpleasant.</p><p>“You’ve trained him well,” Mr. Jameson said. “He’s sucking my balls like a good bitch.”</p><p>“Does it feel good?” she asked between lusty bounces on her husband’s big cock. “Are you going to miss having his mouth around to enhance our sex life?”</p><p>“You know I will,” Mr. Jameson said. “It’s always nice to have a little bitch to play with.”</p><p>Dylan loved listening to them talk as he pleasured Mr. Jameson’s testicles. He loved how connected they seemed and how they clearly both derived pleasure from his submission. He loved that he was a sex toy to them, that his willingness to submit had made him an integral part of their sex life.</p><p>“Let’s switch positions,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Dylan moved back and watched as Mrs. Jameson climbed off her husband’s cock and got onto her hands and knees in the bed.</p><p>“Come here, Dylan,” she said. “Rest your head right on my ass. I want you to watch as my husband takes me from behind.”</p><p>Dylan moved into the bed and got on his knees next to Mrs. Jameson’s perfect ass. He laid his head on her soft, smooth cheeks and watched as Mr. Jameson moved behind her.</p><p>“Open up,” he said.</p><p>Dylan parted his lips and the big cock slid into his mouth. Mr. Jameson fucked his face like it was a pussy and Dylan accepted it. He gagged on the dick. He covered it in his saliva. He acted like a sex toy for the older man and he did so willingly.</p><p>“Fuck me, baby. I need it. I need your cock inside me,” Mrs. Jameson said.</p><p>Mr. Jameson pulled his big cock from Dylan’s mouth and slid into his wife from behind. He held her hips and fucked her doggystyle while Dylan watched from just a few inches away. He saw the full length of the older man’s dick disappear inside Mrs. Jameson and then he saw it emerge covered in her juices. He heard the sound of their bodies meeting over and over and the exceptional slickness of a thoroughly aroused pussy taking a big dick.</p><p>“Clean it,” Mr. Jameson said as he pulled his cock from his wife’s pussy and slid it right into Dylan’s waiting mouth. “Clean my cock like a good whore.”</p><p>Dylan opened his mouth and accepted the deep penetration of the thick cock. He sucked it clean like a good slut and watched it disappear into Mrs. Jameson’s pussy once more.</p><p>“Are you eager to eat my husband’s load, Dylan? Are you eager to clean one last creampie from my pussy?” Mrs. Jameson asked.</p><p>“Yes,” he answered while his gaze remained transfixed on the cock sliding in and out of her pussy. “I want to clean your pussy, Mrs. Jameson. I want to clean your husband’s cum from inside you.”</p><p>Mrs. Jameson laughed and said, “You hear that, honey? He wants your load. Are you ready to feed him?”</p><p>Mr. Jameson answered by fucking his wife harder and faster. She cried out in response to the vigorous thrusts and Dylan watched in amazement as the older man delivered a beautiful pussy pounding.</p><p>When Mr. Jameson buried his cock deep in his wife’s cunt and unleashed a series of moans and deep groans, Dylan knew he’d be cleaning a creampie soon enough. He knew a thick load was being injected into the pussy he’d become obsessed with. He knew he wanted to lick up every drop of it.</p><p>“Clean my cock,” Mr. Jameson said as he pulled out and fed his slimy, slippery dick to Dylan’s mouth.</p><p>He sucked it clean like he’d been taught to do. He let his mouth be used as little more than a device to remove the slime and spunk from the other man’s big cock. His own dick throbbed joyfully as he did it.</p><p>“On your back, Dylan,” Mrs. Jameson said when Dylan had finished his cock cleaning duties.</p><p>He moved to his back and watched the beautiful blonde milf move to her knees and straddle his face. He looked up at her and enjoyed the smile that crept across her face.</p><p>“Open up,” she said.</p><p>Dylan opened his mouth and was immediately rewarded as Mrs. Jameson relaxed her pussy and a long, thick stream of her husband’s cum slowly leaked out of her. Dylan received it on his eager tongue and let it pool there. He wasn’t going to swallow without permission, after all.</p><p>“You may swallow his seed, Dylan,” she said.</p><p>Dylan closed his mouth and swallowed Mr. Jameson’s thick, salty cum. He swallowed every drop and savored the way it slowly moved down his throat and left a thick coating behind.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson sat on his face and her pussy lips spread open around his mouth. “Clean me, Dylan. Put your tongue inside me and find every drop of my husband’s cum.”</p><p>Dylan did as he was told and was rewarded with more cum. Each time he pushed his tongue inside her he seemed to find more. He devoured it all, swallowing over and over and filling his stomach with another man’s seed.</p><p>When he was finished, Mrs. Jameson climbed off Dylan’s face and kissed him softly. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and they shared the taste of Mr. Jameson’s cum as her fingers wrapped around Dylan’s cock.</p><p>She gathered his precum and stroked him slowly. The sounds of a slippery handjob filled the room as Dylan moaned.</p><p>When Mrs. Jameson released his cock he thought the handjob was over and he’d be sent home without an orgasm. Instead, she grabbed his legs and pushed them over the back of his head, folding him up like a pretzel with his cock just above his mouth.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson resumed the handjob and said, “Cum in your mouth,” she said. “Cum in your mouth like a good little slut.”</p><p>Dylan almost instantly did as he was told. He was too aroused to resist. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed, and he unleashed his load.</p><p>Most of Dylan’s cum ended up in his mouth, though some hit his face and a little landed on his chest. Mrs. Jameson released his cock and carefully collected every stray drop with her fingers and fed it to Dylan.</p><p>“Swallow your cum,” she said.</p><p>Dylan swallowed as instructed.</p><p>“From now on I want you to consume every load of cum you produce, Dylan,” she said. “I know you’re going to masturbate constantly once you’re back at school and I want you to eat all of it. Will you do that for me?”</p><p>“I will,” he said.</p><p>Mrs. Jameson smiled, gave him a soft kiss, and said, “It’s been fun training you, Dylan.”</p><p>“Thank you, Mrs. Jameson. Thank you for everything. You’ve changed my life,” he said.</p><p>“You’re welcome,” she replied. “Have fun at school this year. And remember, don’t be afraid of who you are, Dylan. Embrace your submissive nature. Find a girl and submit to her. Offer her everything. Let her make you into a toy for her pleasure.”</p><p>“I will,” Dylan said.</p><p>“Good boy. I’ll see you at Christmas.”</p><p>Dylan was counting on it.</p><p>The End</p>