Granny Begs to Be Collared and Used Like a Slut

Margaret answered the door in a silk robe that barely contained her full, heavy breasts. At sixty-five, she still had that soft, inviting body, wide hips, thick thighs, and a belly that spoke of a life fully lived. Her silver hair was loose around her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with something far from grandmotherly.

“Come in,” she said, voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

I stepped inside and locked the door. She didn’t waste time. Margaret opened her robe and let it fall to the floor, standing completely naked. Her large, pendulous tits hung low, dark nipples stiff. Between her legs, her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening.

“I want this tonight,” she said, holding up the thick black leather collar I had bought her. “Collar me and treat me as you wish.”

I took the collar and fastened it snugly around her neck. The moment the buckle clicked, she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor.

“Own me,” she begged, looking up. “I raised kids, buried a husband, and played the sweet old lady for decades. Tonight I need to feel young and wild again.”

I pulled out my cock and tapped it against her lips. Margaret opened wide and took me straight down her throat with a greedy moan. She sucked hard, bobbing fast, spit dripping onto her swaying tits. Her hands cupped her heavy breasts, pinching her own nipples while she worshipped my shaft.

“That’s a good granny,” I groaned, gripping the D-ring on her collar. “Suck it deeper.”

She gagged but pushed further, nose pressed against my stomach, eyes watering with lust. When I finally pulled out, she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her mouth to my cock.

“More,” she panted. “I need to be used roughly.”

I clipped the leash to her collar and led her crawling to the bedroom. Her soft ass swayed as she moved on all fours, tits dragging against the carpet. Once inside, I bent her over the edge of the bed.

“Spread your ass for me,” I ordered.

Margaret reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tight pink asshole and dripping pussy. I spat on her hole and pushed two fingers inside her cunt while licking her ass. She moaned loudly, pushing back against my face.

“Yes… lick my holes.”

I stood up, lined up my cock, and slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust. Margaret cried out, gripping the sheets.

“Fuck! It’s so big… stretch this old cunt wide open!”

I grabbed the leash and pulled her head back as I pounded her hard. Her soft body jiggled with every deep stroke, heavy tits swinging, ass rippling. I spanked her pale cheeks until they glowed red.

“Tell me what you are,” I growled.

“I’m your slut!” she moaned. “I'm still desperate for a young cock. Use every hole. I don’t care how rough.”

I fucked her faster, the wet sounds of her dripping pussy filling the room. Margaret came hard, her walls clamping down as she squirted down her thighs.

“Don’t pull out,” she begged. “Keep fucking me through it.”

I flipped her onto her back, pushed her thick legs wide, and drove back inside. Her massive tits bounced wildly as I railed her. I leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, biting just enough to make her gasp.

“Harder,” she cried. 

I tightened the collar another notch and fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. Margaret rubbed her clit frantically and came again, screaming, her whole body shaking.

I pulled out and pushed her legs even higher, pressing them toward her shoulders. Then I aimed lower and pressed my cock against her asshole.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck my ass. I haven’t let anyone in there in years.”

I pushed in slowly, watching her tight ring stretch around me. Margaret moaned loudly, fingers digging into her own tits. Once I was buried balls-deep, I started thrusting, building speed.

“God, yes! Wreck my old asshole!” she gasped. 

I railed her ass hard, one hand on the leash, the other slapping her tits and belly. Margaret rubbed her clit furiously and came a third time, her asshole pulsing wildly around my cock. The sensation sent me over the edge. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her ass.

I stayed inside her while we caught our breath, then slowly pulled out. A thick stream of my cum leaked from her used hole.

Margaret looked up at me, flushed and trembling, still wearing the collar. “I’m not finished,” she said, voice raw. “Clean your cock in my mouth, then fuck my pussy again.”

I fed her my cock. She sucked it clean eagerly, moaning at the taste. When I was hard again, I pushed her onto her back and slid back into her cum-filled pussy.

We fucked twice more that night, once slow and deep while I choked her lightly with the collar, and once with her riding me, heavy tits bouncing as she begged to be filled again.

By the time we collapsed, Margaret was covered in sweat, cum, and red marks from my hands. The collar still sat proudly around her neck.

She curled against me, kissing my chest with fresh excitement, already reaching down to stroke me again.