by Kelsie Spits
“Tinkerbottoms… Enjoying yourself?” the sultry voice questioned me from the blackness. And here I too thought the voice sounded familiar. Although slightly lower in tone than before.
“Who, who is--?” I squeaked out.
The shoes inched forward into the light, revealing more and more of the attached legs. And oh my, what legs they were! Sturdy, yet toned calves. The pale flesh standing out in bold relief against the much darker heels. Each step seemed to trigger a past memory in my brain which was dying to be free. All the way up to the thighs now… Plump and inviting… They were clothed in a red dress with some fashionable white frills along the bottom. I’d definitely seen this before.
“Still wondering?” the woman asked, mockingly. “Let me help you.”
Here the feet hastened along as she came into view… Christ, Mrs. Moundrammer! The Mrs. Moundrammer! Oh lord… and that low cut, rather revealing red dress. The cleavage was amazing. Why hadn’t I noticed those perky breasts before! No, you fool! Snap out of it! Not the boss' wife!
“Miss, miss, misses M-M-Moundrammere! Umm…” was all I could say.
“Very good, Toysin. I’m just stopping in to check you out – see how you’re doing,”
Mrs. Moundrammer said with the slightest hint of a smirk.
This was the first time I’d seen her face up close. She looked rather attractive (for an older lady). The type of face you see and think boy, twenty years ago she must have been a real knockout! Yet that body, oh boy, that body remained a lovely specimen. She’d definitely been able to keep her figure all these years. The curvy hips taunted me through the tight dress. Mrs. Moundrammer would shift her weight from one foot to the other, causing those enticing parts to call my name. But no, I can’t! Don’t have those filthy thoughts about the gentle and warm Mrs. Moundrammer!
Or was it the wet and sexy Mrs. Moundrammer!
“Having a good time with these… toys?” she asked.
I nodded demurely.
Mrs. Moundrammer sashayed over behind me. I felt her warmth resonating out and onto my skin. Her dominating presence, even without physical touch. And the distinct aroma filtering in along with her. A sweet, seductive scent. Unmistakable.
“You know,” she began a minute later, “I sent that old moron away. Remember the letter from earlier?’
“Yes.”
“That was from me.”
“Oh… did you have a job for him?”
“Tinkerbottoms, there’s another portion to the assessment period before you can become a full-fledged tinkerer. Would you like to become a real tinkerer?”
“Why yes, of course Mrs. Moundrammer. I’d love to be one!” I replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly – my face blushed as a result and my shoulders slunk down.
“Then please accompany me to the evaluation chamber once more, little one.”
I rose from my chair like a well trained dog, trailing after the sumptuous Mrs. Moundrammer… making sure I remained behind her, allowing me full access to gaze upon her thick and meaty derriere. And it seemed she might have been enjoy this, as the hips began swaying just a little bit more. I made every attempt to avert my gaze, to stare at the floor, or at a nearby sign post. All to no avail. The overpowering allure of her body proved too tempting.
Chapter 4
“Wait over there by the table,” Mrs. Moundrammer instructed me.
We were inside the evaluation chamber. She stepped away for a moment as I stood beside the table, covered with toys. Only these were toys I had not seen before. Very peculiar looking objects to say the least.
There lingered a distinct smell of flowers and some lusty aroma throughout the room. Probably from all the debauched happenings going on. Where did Mrs. Moundrammer run off to? Seems she’s be absent for a few minutes now.
“Here, Toysin,” came her voice, which gave me quite a shock, as it was directly behind my head. Her hot breath flowed down along my neck, but I did not turn.
“Do you mind?” she asked, stepping around and into view.
Mrs. Moundrammer was pulling at her hair, trying to undo the bun by the looks of it.
“Umm, no.”
And with her arms raised like this, I could see the full size of her boobs. How hefty and large they were. How I would love… uh oh… it began! The slow rising of my southern pole. Not now! How embarrassing… Mrs. Moundrammer might have to endure my immature longings twice in one day!
Suddenly the long dark locks fell down over her shoulders, spreading around the large, billowing chest. My fist clenched tightly, as the first drop of sweat formed along my brow.
“Oh, I see you’re already beginning,” said Mrs. Moundrammer as she glanced down at my pants.
I died inside, completely mortified!
“Don’t be embarrassed, Toysin. This is the evaluation chamber after all.”
And with that statement, Mrs. Moundrammer stepped forward, not less than a foot away from me.
“Put your hand here,” she said – pointing at her… her own tits!
I couldn’t move. The request shocked me so intensely. Mrs. Moundrammer seemed amused by this as she giggled once before taking hold of my hand and putting it on the desired location.
Oh lord… the skin was so warm. And surprisingly supple. I couldn’t believe the feel of these knockers. My pants must have shrunk three sizes instantaneously in this moment alone – at least they sure felt like it. The throbbing from down under increased tenfold.
“Good, Tinkerbottoms,” she grinned. “Like them?”
“Yes, yes m’am.”
“I thought you might. Now, you might also like this…”
Gulp.
The warm hand of Mrs. Moundrammer brushed against my stomach. I would have jumped backward and darted from the room, if I'd not been so transfixed by the sensation beneath my fingers. Her hand didn’t stop there, no. It continued on down… down to my hardened love lance! Those soft fingers rubbed up and down the length of it several times – as if inspecting a fine piece of jewelry.
“Mmm, you are a mighty big one.”
Blushing as I had never before blushed in my life…
The off-hand of Mrs. Moundrammer came into action here. It took hold of my waistline and pulled the band outward… the rubbing, sordid hand entered inside through this opening and once again moved downward.
“Let me just grab these sexy bells of yours and give them a ring,” she laughed.
I unconsciously tightened my grip on her breast.
“Ooh, I like that,” Mrs. Moundrammer moaned. “Do it again!”
I got the impression right away that this was not a request, and so I squeezed the boob.
“Both hands!” she snapped.
Again, I did as instructed... even though it scared me to death. I wanted to stop. And yet I couldn’t help myself from carrying on.
My bells were engulfed in her hand, being caressed ever so carefully. Her wrist would brush against the meatpole now and then, which sent me shooting upright each time – in all places.
“Lick my skin,” Mrs. Moundrammer spoke.
There I found myself, with tongue hanging out, running along her chest. The sweet taste of seduction and carnality.
“Good. You’re doing great, sport.”
The rubbing of my hardened shaft ceased suddenly. There came a desperate tugging at my pants, as if she were trying to remove them. Again and again. Tugging and pulling. Stretching and jostling. And out of nowhere the gentle Mrs. Moundrammer let out a string of swear words before yelling, “Get your trousers off, Tinkerbottoms!”
“What!” I shouted – immediately regretting the outburst.
“Yes,” Moundrammer responded, “Get your pants off. Come on! Help me with them! Did you sew these things on?!”
She was frantic! Mad with lust by the looks of it!
My hands disappeared from her breasts and immediately took hold of the testy pants; a quick shearing motion later and they were down around my shaking knees. One of those red high heel
s stepped in-between my legs, pushing the pants to the floor. Some evaluation! There I was, stark naked from the waist down, erect cock exposed and full of fright.
“Ah yes, now we can really begin the test,” she informed me. “You know what they say about hard to unwrap packages…” I hadn’t the slightest idea what they said.
Those dainty fingers of hers encircled my southern pole, at least as much as they could hold. The skin was even warmer now. Mrs. Moundrammer had her thumb at the base of my sexual treat, pulling it outward and back, over and over again. All the while staring me straight in the eyes.
“Do you like what I’m doing, Tinkerbottoms?”
“Yes, y-y-yes m’am.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes, very good m’am.”
“Aren’t you such a smart little lad, Tinkerbottoms!” she cackled with delight.
I made a motion to answer, but she quickly placed a finger over my lips – I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the hand that had just been stroking my holiday package…
“Have you ever had anyone lick your southern gift, Toysin?” she asked.
“N-n-n-o Mrs. Moundrammer,” I replied, staring up at the ceiling.
“Mmm, I like that… You know, I don’t normally allow this until the final day, but I could let you have an early promotion.”
Gulp.
“Would you like that?” she questioned me, but I got the feeling there was no choice involved. And so I nodded weakly with eyes closed.
Mrs. Moundrammer leaned forward and kissed me, my first kiss ever, right on the lips. Her moist mouth sent shivers down my spine. Those supple, full lips weakened my knees. My head titled forward asking for more – but when I opened my eyes, the curvaceous Mrs. Moundrammer was already descending.
She kept going lower and lower! What was this madwoman up to! Should I run? Yes! No! Oh… Her head is right next – right next to my aching southern pole! Her mouth is only inches away! Now Mrs. Moundrammer is looking up at me with a silly grin. It’s killing me inside. I want this so badly and yet the desire to flee is so strong… She opened her lustful mouth as the tongue extended outward and gave my throbbing shaft a lick, just right there on the tip. I about toppled over… This was, after all, the first time I’d ever experienced such a thing.
But oh no, Mrs. Moundrammer didn’t stop there. One of her fingers pressed down on the upper side of my lengthy log, causing it to line up directly with her mouth – and then she did the unthinkable… Mrs. Moundrammer, using that sexy mouth, performed the best impression of a toy tinkerer desperately oiling down a large baseball bat that I have ever seen! The sloppy noise of wetness reached my ears with its pleasant sounds. Up and down, back and forth she went, making sure to grease every inch of my southern pole. Her tongue trying to pleasure every inch of my manhood... Oh how wonderful it felt, how cheerful it was. I began humming a little snappy tune.
Mrs. Moundrammer kept her face down close, never once coming up for air. The woman seemed so enthralled, so infatuated with my love pole that she couldn’t dare to part ways with it for even a second. And I loved every sensation she gave me. The way her tongue would flick this way and that way. Every touch a new and unknown thrill to me. I never wanted this to end. And yet another part of me felt ashamed. As if I were doing something wrong. But then all I had to do was look below at her mouth wrapped tightly around my well-wetted wand…and all was well again.
She grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of her head, ushering me to force myself deeper in her. My other hand was placed atop her breast again.
Then I felt it! The surge of excitement from the southern pole. Mrs. Moundrammer must have sensed the increased throbbing as well, because she swiftly spoke.
“You want it badly, don’t you Tinkerbottoms?”
“Ahh yeah…”
“Good, now remember this is your evaluation! You don’t want to screw up, do you boy!”
“Uhh, no no, no I don’t Mrs. Moundrammer.”
“Good. Then do as I say... I’m dreaming of a white surprise! Spray my face down with all of your special frosting!”
Her hand took hold of my gushing staff as she instructed me on the final portions of this test.
“Coat it down, nice and thick! Leave no corner or piece untouched! Give it all to me! Give Mrs. Moundrammer her present! Come on, Tinkerbottoms! Do it! Do it now! Give me all your frosting or you’re gone!”
I could stand it no longer. The way her sultry voice commanded me to obey, I was unable to resist – the image of the world's largest dam bursting, filled my mind. I pictured a massive explosion of white water flying out through the air… pinning her body to the nearby wall with the unfathomable force.
“Oh yes! That’s it Tinkerbottoms! Oh my god! Yes, keep it coming! Who knew such a tiny man like you would have so much frosting!”
Her hand quickened in pace as her tongue once again flicked across the tip of my erupting southern pole, causing my body to convulse uncontrollably.
“Oh my! There’s more?!” She beamed. “Give it all to Mrs. Moundrammer, that’s it! Oh my Tinkerbottoms… you’ve made a real mess here for Mrs. Moundrammer to clean up, haven’t you? You naughty little dog.”
After placing my hand on her shoulder for balance, or else I most certainly would have toppled over, I finally looked down at the now soppy woman. It appeared Mrs. Moundrammer had just walked in from a record-setting blizzard. She licked a bit of my special frosting from her lips. The visual – her sticky face and eyes sparkling through the snow -- made me want to be inside her dirty mouth again, though I didn’t know if it would be appropriate to ask for seconds so soon. Not after such a momentous occasion.
“Well, Tinkerbottoms…” Mrs. Moundrammer began, “You have passed your evaluation… this time.”
Gulp.
Chapter 5
I saw several young men coming and going from the evaluation chamber over the next few days. What they were doing inside… we can probably all take a guess. In truth it caused a bit of jealousy in me. The feeling of Mrs. Moundrammer tickling my funny bits with her scorching tongue had robbed me of my sleep. I could think of nothing else – wondering why she had not yet returned to give me a second helping. What a cruel woman she turned out to be. Giving me so much pleasure and simply taking it away, leaving me with nothing but a fading memory!'
***
That night at the tinker shop I took sight of a youthful employee waddling into the room. He held a small piece of parchment in his hands. This the little guy gave to me. A private message? I recognized the lingering perfume instantly. Mrs. Moundrammer! At last!
The note included a time and location (evaluation chamber) only. No signature – not that it needed one. I knew all too well which aged vixen had sent this missive to me. Mmm, the way her bosom felt… How I loved the sound of her noisy sucking. I dripped like a leaky faucet into her mouth. I wonder if she enjoyed it? Well, I did get invited back. That says something at least. What kind of surprise arts and crafts or toy tinkering might she have in store for me tonight? I only hope my tools are up for the job…
***
“Hello?” I called out into the empty room. No answer. A nearby clock caught my eye. The time was right, maybe Mrs. Moundrammer was running a little behind. Fortunately, her evaluation chamber had good lighting. I wouldn’t be snuck up on by any trollops tonight! Even if I wished to be…
“Mrs. Moundrammer?” I asked the vacant space. Nothing.
And then miraculously, a beautiful and near bare leg exposed itself from the doorway in the back left. It shot out into the open as a dainty hand rubbed across the inner thigh, tracing along the red garter belt adorning the flesh. I felt my mouth drop open as a giggle emanated from the distant room.
“Toysin… right on time,” Mrs. Moundrammer guffawed as she came into view. “Like what you see?”
Gulp.
Another low-cut dress, presenting those wonderful breasts of hers. I couldn’t take my eyes from them. Someho
w I think that’s just what she wanted.
“Tonight is a special night for you, don’t you know?” Mrs. Moundrammer asked.
“It, uh, it is?” I questioned. Her face was caked with a light layer of makeup. The small amounts seemed to accentuate the already flawless features. And here I did -- I did remember seeing those hungry and horny lips sliding along something very near and dear to me.
“Mmhmm. No need to be coy, little man. This will be your first time going into an oven, won’t it, Toysin?”