SHAME4K. Sexual arousal takes over and mature lady agrees for sexual affair

Title: “The Real Taste of Shame”

The day was sweltering, the heat waves bending the road ahead as they glistened in the distance. Natasha, the luscious Russian mature, stepped out of her car in front of the bustling market, her curvaceous shape straining against the tight red dress. At 50, she was a cougar ripe and ready, her assets filling out her clothing to near bursting, drawing the envious gazes of all. Natasha sashayed into the market with the confidence born of experience, her corn-row braids bouncing against her milk-chocolate skin.

The arrogant cashier Frank, barely 24, gave her a sneer as she plunked down her groceries. “Ewe! Ick! Why can’t you old bitches just die already?” he spat, examining her purchases in disdain. Natasha gasped, her temper flaring like the blistering sun outside. “How dare you speak to me that way,” she hissed, her Russian accent thickening, “I ought to report you to your manager for such disrespect.”

“That’s right, run along to Mommy and Daddy,” Frank taunted mockingly. “I don’t care if you’re a celebrity or a queen, you’re still an old hag.”

Blood rushing hotly through her veins, Natasha lost hold of her cool. Never had she been so insulted! In a sudden flash of temper, she hauled off and slapped Frank across his obnoxious face before he could react, her gold bangle making a resounding crack as it struck. Stunned, Frank stood frozen, one hand pressed to his flaming cheek. “You – you can’t hit me!” he sputtered, sounding like a 5-year-old.

“Wrong, you little pig!” Natasha shot back, her voice positively dripping with venom. “I just did!”

Frank’s face turned as red as the furious slashes across his cheek, and his entire body began to shake with some emotion, Natasha was too angry to figure out which. Suddenly she heard a cameraman step out from behind the checkout counter.

“I’ve gotta get this on video,” he grinned lecherously. “You hot, baby. Let’s take this somewhere more private.”

Natasha froze, only her eyes moving to the camera. “I’m not saying yes,” she shot back, “but if you’re recording this – you’ll get to see what you get.” Turning on her heel, she exited the store boldly, determined to save as much face as possible. She’d be damned if some pimply-faced punk made her back down!

Once outside, Natasha marched straight to a isolated alley behind the market and began undressing urgently, offering some eye candy that she hoped later she wouldn’t regret. She unzipped the tight red dress slowly, revealing a stunning crimson bra and panty set.

Frank scurried after her and the cinematographer, Frank’s eyes bulging. The cinematographer adjusted the camera, determined to capture every inch. Natasha began sensually sliding the dress down, exposing her rosy acai nipples through the delicate lace.

Frank licked his chops, enjoying the private erotic show. Natasha pushed the dress past her wide, hour-glass hips and dropped it to the ground, leaving her in just her matching thong. Her mature body was a masterpiece of curves, her heavy breasts heaving, and her plump bottom was barely contained by her panties.

Frank dared to approach Natasha, now nude except for her stockings and heels. She glared as he reached for her but he stopped, overawed by her sheer beauty and sex appeal.

Then, surprisingly, Frank dropped to his knees in the alley. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled abashedly. “No one should speak to a goddess like that.”

Natasha gazed down, weighing her words. Then, she reached out a finger, tracing his parted lips. “Apology accepted. But with that in mind…” she whispered, pulling him to his feet with one finger crooked into the collar of his shirt, bringing him uncomfortably close. “…if you don’t want to earn the title of ‘Pig’ again,” Natasha breathed, making him shiver with a sudden chill despite the muggy air, “and mind your place… then keep your eyes respectfully down while I permit you to perform your service, young man.”

Like a magnet, her eyes drew his, heavy-lidded and darkly mischievous as they met his worried gaze, and, to Frank’s shock, he found his eyes drawn downwards obediently to the ground. Natasha smirked and positioned his head to rest against the curve of her hip.

“Now, Frank darling, you may begin worshipping me the way you should have from the start,” Natasha said lightly. She pressed his head forward, forcing him to kiss along her thigh. “Yes, that’s it. Down you go.”

“Mmm, yes,” Natasha purred as Frank worshipped between her legs, his tongue tracing and teasing. Then, with a sigh, she leaned back and began to move rhythmically above his face. “Oh yes, keep going just like that. You were right, Frank darling, I am an unforgettable woman.”

She began gasping and shuddering, her eyes closed and mouth open as she rode Frank’s eager face. In the background, the camera kept rolling, an undeterred transmission of the mature woman’s atonement for the rude salesclerk. Natasha’s body began jerking as her climax approached. She came with a great, loud cry, falling back breathlessly as the cinematographer stopped rolling.

“Damn,” Frank gasped, “that was hot.”

“That was just a little apology,” Natasha smirked, pulling her smoking hot body back together. “Now, are we done?”

The cinematographer smiled, “For now. But you know where to find us… and remember, shameless is the new sexy.”