She was on the bed on her knees. Her forehead was down and her hands were at her sides. Shoulder length blonde hair splayed on the quilt. I stood behind her, looking at her middle-aged, plump ass clad in a purple thong. Her knees were apart and her left hand was tugging the front of the thong, making the thin strip of material squish between the moist folds of her pussy. The smell of her sex hung thick in the air, giving rise to my cock, which quickly became uncomfortable in my jeans.
"You don't have to do this you know," I said, my hand snaking into my pants to straighten my stiffening cock.
"I know," she mumbled.
"What about Shawn?" I asked, thinking about my best friend.
"He can never find out."
"Are you sure about this?" I needed reassurance myself.
"Just fuck me already," she barked more forceful than normal.
I hesitated, then unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down. My cock swung back and forth like a dowsing rod pointing to water until I grabbed it in my fist and climbed on the bed between her ankles.
From this close, her smell was even more intoxicating, and my mouth watered, longing to take a taste directly from the source. If only I were brave enough. If only we had more time. If only I had permission. I shivered from nerves and sexual excitement combined. These kinds of things weren't supposed to happen in life.
I moved forward and placed the swollen head of my cock against her puffy pussy lips. Heat radiated from her like a furnace, drawing me in. I pushed ahead, feeling the thin string of her thong on the tip of my cock. Her sudden intake of breath caused me to pull back.
"Sorry," I said. Hooking three fingers into the waistband, I tugged down, first one side then the other. The string slipped from between her ass cheeks and pussy lips, a strand of her juices sticking and stretching several inches until it broke. She was very wet. That was my first clue that she wanted this more than she had let on.
Once again I moved forward. My cock was so engorged, the skin around it stretched so tight, that I thought it might split open like an overcooked hot dog. Her puffy, pussy lips parted with a squelch as the head of my cock separated them and began to slide into her depths. I heard a guttural moan coming from her as I pushed myself ever deeper into her scalding hot cunt. When I was all in - my crotch against her pubic mound, my balls against her swollen clit - I held her hips tightly for several seconds, not ready to thrust just yet. I wanted to savor this feeling, and to think about what it all meant.
If someone had told me earlier that I'd be here, doing this to my best friend's mother, I would have collapsed a lung from laughing so hard. These kind of things wasn't supposed to happen, and they certainly weren't supposed to happen to me, but here I was with my eighteen year old meat stick buried to the hilt in Shawn Brady's mother, Andrea.
So you're probably wondering just how a skinny, uncoordinated geek like me, wound up fucking his best friend's mother? Well, stick around, because I'm about to fill you in.
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It had started out like any other normal, boring school day. Yeah, I'm still in high school, but I only have another month to go. That afternoon, Shawn caught me by my locker and asked me if I could go help his mother. He told me that she had texted him at lunch and was having problems with her computer. Since I know my way around computers, I've always been the go to guy in my family and group of friends when someone had a problem they couldn't fix. I never complained about doing it because even though I didn't charge for my services, people always paid me when I got their shit working. Anyway, Shawn had football practice, so he wouldn't be coming with me, but I didn't really care. We had been best friends since elementary school so I was very comfortable with his mom.
Andrea went through a divorce a few years earlier, so there was no Mr. Brady around. Even though I always thought she was attractive, she was kind of like family to me, so I never thought of her in that way. So I drove over there first, thinking that I would be messing with her laptop again, and about fifteen minutes later I was mounting the front porch and ringing the doorbell. As the door opened I smiled, expecting to see Andrea, who would be happy to see me. Instead of Andrea though, it was the neighbor woman, Katrina.
Katrina was a neighbor who seemed to hang out at Andrea's house a lot, so I knew who she was, but I thought it was strange that she was answering the door. Katrina is a tall, dark-skinned woman with the body of a sex goddess. Her face was sleek and sexy, and her eyes seemed to bore right through your head when she looked your way.
"Well hello, Derek, I'm so glad that you could come by today. Andrea is waiting for you," Katrina said as she stepped aside to let me in.
"Hey Katrina," I said, stepping into the entryway. I'd spent so much time in that house, it almost felt like home, but it was just odd with Katrina being there. She was nice to me the few times I had talked to her, but I always had the feeling that her attitude seemed like she was superior to everyone. You know how some people just give off that vibe that they are looking down upon you? As if they are better than you? That's the way I always felt around Katrina, and it was unsettling.
I had once asked Shawn what he felt about Katrina, and his instant response was, "I'd fuck her long and hard." But after I clarified myself, and asked him what he felt about her as a person, he told me that he thought she was a stuck up bitch. "I don't know why my mother even hangs around her," he said, "She's bossy, and my mother doesn't seem to care." He then went on to tell me about a time when Katrina had come over one morning. "I was coming down the hallway and overheard her talking to my mother in the kitchen. She was telling her that the coffee tasted like shit and she needed to make another pot, but better this time. And my mom was all like, 'I'm sorry, I'll make another pot.' I would have told her to go the fuck home and make her own damn coffee." Shawn had said in disgust.
It was obvious that Shawn didn't like Katrina, and from what he had told me, it made me dislike her even more. Knowing what I knew made me uncomfortable around her, and I hoped that she would be leaving soon.
"Where is Andrea?" I asked, looking around at the otherwise empty room.
"She's busy cleaning her kitchen. I pointed out how dusty her cabinets were and how distressing it was to have to look at it every time I came over. She's taking care of it as we speak."
Maybe it's because I'm like fifteen years younger than her, or maybe it's because my mother just raised me to treat everyone with respect, but for whatever reason I bit my tongue instead of saying something really nasty to her right then. Instead, I just said, "Oh, okay." and wondered how anyone could be so rude. Even more strange was that Andrea hadn't thrown her out. "I'm going to go see her then," I said, and headed toward the kitchen.
"Oh, I wouldn't go in there," Katrina said, stopping me in my tracks.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well, you see, I didn't want her to get her clothes all dirty while cleaning the kitchen, so I instructed her to take them all off. If you go in there now, you're going to find her wearing just the skimpiest thong I could find. And that might just be too much for a strapping young man such as yourself to handle."
At that moment I must have looked at her as if a horn had sprouted from the center of her forehead and her nipples had turned into mouths and started to sing the National Anthem. I thought for certain that she was completely nuts, and Andrea was lying in a pool of her own blood just on the other side of the door. "You're joking right?" I said, half expecting her to laugh at me.
"I'm not the type of person who tells jokes Derek, but if you don't believe me, by all means go see for yourself. I was just trying to save you from some embarrassment."
I stood there staring at her for several seconds, waiting to see if she was going to give something away, but her face never cracked. Finally, I gathered up the courage and just headed through the den toward the kitchen, making sure that I stayed several steps ahead of Katrina, because at that point, I didn't trust her at all.
As I came around the corner and through the archway to the kitchen, my first vision of Shawn's naked mother hit my retinas and I gasped aloud. She was standing on the top step of a step stool to reach an upper cabinet, and was facing away from me. I got the full view of her bare backside with a hint of side boob. Katrina had been right about the thong, it was a micro mini that hid nothing. "Oh shit!," I mumbled, "I'm so sorry." and I turned away and felt my face blush bright red. I heard what sounded like a groan of despair from Andrea, but she continued wiping out the cabinet.
"I told you I was telling the truth," Katrina said as she blocked my retreat. She was grinning now at my obvious unease.
"I should leave," I said, and moved to go around the tall black woman in my path.
"No, you should stay," she said. "I have a job for you. If you are man enough to do it."
My mind was a jumbled mess, but I was still thinking there was a computer that needed fixing. "Yeah, the ah, the laptop, right?" I said, trying to regain my composure.
Katrina shook her head and said, "There's no problem with the laptop Derek. You're here today because I needed a strong young man with a big cock to fuck my pet. She really enjoys my strap-on, but sometimes a woman needs to feel the real thing throbbing inside her."
I was aghast. Completely and totally flummoxed.
"Katrina please, he's my son's best friend. Can't you find someone else?" Andrea groaned from her perch on the step stool.
Katrina glanced around me at Shawn's mother, "We already discussed this, pet," she said.
"Yes, but I didn't think you'd do this," Andrea said. "It's too much."
"I'll decide what is too much for you, my pet. You just need to do as you're told."
"Y-yes Mistress."
Katrina looked back at me with a satisfied smirk on her face. "Are you man enough to fuck your best friend's mother Derek?"
How do you respond to a question like that? "I- I- I can't do that," I said, thinking about how wrong this all was.
"Why not?"
"I- I don't- I don't think sh- she wants to," I mumbled, trying to think of a way out of this, or maybe I didn't want out. I really don't know what my mind was thinking right then. All this just didn't compute in my head.
"What she wants is not important. She doesn't have a say in it. I make the decisions for her and she follows my directions or she gets punished. That is the way it works. Submissive people need a strong dominant master or mistress to take care of them, and that is what I do. Besides, she wants this more than she will ever admit to you. Trust me, I know her better than she knows herself."
Again her arrogance had me shaking my head in disbelief. "It's not right," I said. "She's my best friend's mother for Christ's sake. I can't do that to Shawn."
"Andrea honey, are you going to tell your son about this?" Katrina called out.
"N- no, of course not."
"And I promise to never tell Shawn that you fucked his hot mom. That leaves just you Derek. Are you going to tell Shawn about all this?"
I shook my head and mumbled, "No."
"Great, so Shawn will never find out. Now, are you ready to fuck his mother?"
I didn't know what to say. I've never been one of those confident people who can just jump headlong into anything without really thinking about it. I've always been like that for some reason, weighing the pros and cons of every choice and coming to a decision based on the likelihood of failure versus success.
In this choice, the cons were many. Getting involved in a potentially sick relationship of dominance and submission. The awkwardness that would no doubt follow every time I saw Andrea and Katrina again. Dealing with the guilt associated with my actions. And of course the biggest risk of all was the chance that Shawn would find out I had boned his mother. Not only would I lose my best friend, but he would likely send half the football team to break every bone in my body.
I had to weigh all that against the one pro that I could think of. Getting laid by a hot looking woman.
"Maybe you don't want Andrea because what you really want is Shawn's big juicy cock," Katrina said.
"What? Gross! Fuck no!," I blurted, surprising even myself at my language in front of Shawn's mother.
"Are you a closet homosexual, Derek?"
"No way, that's gross!" I said, probably a little too forcefully, but I had to defend myself. Wrong as it is, there is still a stigma attached to being gay in my high school.
Katrina draped her arm over my shoulder and led me back into the kitchen where Andrea was still so nearly naked that she might as well have been. She had moved off the stool and was now wiping the counter under the cabinet that she had just washed. "You know, I've never dominated a guy, but I bet that Shawn would make a great addition to my little crew of submissive slaves."
"You wouldn't!" Andrea blurted, spinning around suddenly to face us. I was unable to look away from her breasts. Without a bra on they hung down pear-shaped. Her nipples were hard and pointy and surrounded by light pink areola. When she noticed my stare, she quickly tried covering herself with her arms.
"Why not? If Shawn really is submissive like I suspect he is, then he won't be content until he has a true master or mistress to take care of him. Remember when you told me how liberating it is to let go and let someone else make the decisions for you? How exciting it is to give your body to another person, letting that person use you in any way they choose? You used to follow the social norms and you were miserable. To all outward appearances, you still do follow the social norms. But in private, with me, guiding you, you have become the sexual woman who you always wanted to become but never dared. Imagine how much you could have enjoyed life if you had met me twenty years ago. Now imagine Shawn, at eighteen years old, getting that opportunity. Would you deny your own son what you now covet?"
You know that old saying about being a fly on the wall? Well, that was kind of what I felt like. This was a conversation that should have been private, but there I was, right in the middle. Andrea looked very uncomfortable as Katrina talked about something that was obviously very personal to her.
"Stay away from Shawn," Andrea said weakly, then, as an afterthought, she added, "Please."
Katrina sucked in a long breath through her nose, held it a second, then let the air hiss out of her pursed lips before saying, "I'll think about it sweetie. But if you don't properly greet our guest like you've been trained, I will have a much harder time with that decision."
"Forgive me, Mistress," Andrea said, her head bowing so far that her chin rested on her chest. She suddenly dropped down to her knees on the floor and folded her arms behind her back, which caused her chest to thrust forward. With her head still bowed and her breasts on display she said, "Welcome sir. Is there anything at all this humble servant can get for you?"
I was at a loss for words and just stood there looking down at Shawn's mom, the woman who I had known for years, degrading herself. Was this really what she wanted - what she enjoyed? It seemed far-fetched, but it was hard to deny with her doing it so willingly.
"Um, I ah, I'm good," I said, still trying to wrap my brain around this whole idea.
"What else can you offer our guest?" Katrina asked.
Andrea swallowed loudly and I saw her chest rise as if she was breathing in deeply. Her whole body seemed to tremble. She cleared her throat, then in a low, hesitant voice asked, "How about a- a blowjob sir? Mistress has made me practice my deep throat techniques on several dildos."
"That's a good pet," Katrina said. "But I think we're going to hold off on the blowjob until another day. Your pussy needs a good, hard fucking, and I don't want Derek to blow his load down your throat and miss out on the main event."
"Yes Mistress."
This was sounding more and more like it was going to happen.
"So, now it is all up to you Derek. She needs a hard cock. Can you give her one?"
Now the ball was back in my court, and I had to decide. Could I actually fuck my best friend's mother? Well, she was pretty sexy, for an older woman. And I was a horny teenager.
"Y-yeah," I said.
"Good boy," Katrina said. "I knew I could count on you. Andrea, why don't you take that beast out so we can see just what we have to work with."
"Whoa, what are you..." I started to say, as Andrea suddenly yanked my fly open and stuck her hand inside my underwear. Before I could finish my thought, she had her warm hand wrapped around my cock. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. I wasn't exactly used to feeling another person holding my cock for me.
Andrea carefully slipped my rapidly expanding cock out into the open and gave it a few gentle tugs before returning to her position from before. By that point my 'little man' was standing at full attention and pointing straight at her face just inches away.
"My, my," Katrina said, as she looked down in admiration. "Just look at the meat he is packing." She said it out loud, but it seemed like she was talking to herself. Suddenly she grasped my shaft in her hand, her dark skin creating a contrast on my pale skinned cock, and said, "I bet you'll scare more than a few young women with this beast." She slowly stroked it from my balls to the head a few times before asking, "How long is it?"
I'm not going to lie, I've measured my erect cock a few times, and when I'm really turned on, it's nearly eight inches long from base to tip. In reality, it's more like seven and a half inches, or nineteen centimeters, but I always round up. On the other hand, it's not very thick. I can easily wrap my thumb and pointer finger around the shaft just below the head, but the crown stands out with a prominent ridge leading up to a bulbous mushroom-shaped head. That's probably way more information about my cock than you really wanted to know, but what can I say, I'm kind of proud.
"Eight inches," I answered.
"Impressive... for a white boy," Katrina said, then laughed and released her grip. "Let's take this dog and pony show to the bedroom so we can get down to some real action." She turned around and walked back in the direction that we had come. I turned to follow, instinctively tucking my cock back into my pants and buttoning them up. Andrea followed behind me.
Katrina led me down the hallway, but inexplicably walked past the master bedroom and headed toward Shawn's room. As she reached for his bedroom door, Andrea spoke from behind me.
"Why are you going into Shawn's room?"
"No questions," Katrina barked, swinging open his door and ushering us in. Shawn was not like most teenagers in that he actually kept his room neat. I'm not a slob, but I rarely make my bed and sometimes drop my clothes on the floor when I'm going to bed. Shawn always fixed his blankets and never leaves his shit on the floor. He once told me that messiness was a sign of laziness, and he didn't like being perceived as lazy.
"Up... on the bed... on your hands and knees facing the wall," Katrina said, snapping her fingers at Andrea, who quickly complied. My eyes went to her ass, right in front of my face, and I swallowed loudly. I wanted it, but not like this. Being in Shawn's room made it seem worse somehow.
"She's all yours to fuck now Derek. Do a good job and I just might invite you back for more," Katrina said.
I had to ask, "Um, why are we in Shawn's bedroom?"
"Because every time you come over to visit Shawn you'll remember fucking his mother right here on his bed. And besides, it seems a bit more taboo in here. Now, I'm going to give you two a few moments of privacy for this first fuck, because I know how shy you are Derek. But if you enjoy yourself and want to fuck this prime piece of ass again, you'll have to get used to being watched. Andrea is my bitch, and I like to watch her get her pussy reamed out."
I stood as stiff as a plank as Katrina walked out and shut the door behind her. Now that I was alone with Andrea, I had to ask her some questions. "Are you really okay with all this?" was the first one.
"It's what Katrina wants," she answered.
"She's not here now, you can tell me the truth," I said, thinking that I could be the hero here if Katrina was coercing her in some way.
She sighed loudly and I worried for a moment that she was going to break down in tears. But when she spoke, she surprised me. "Derek, I know this is all very strange to you, and sometimes I lie awake in my bed at night and wonder what happened to me. If you had told me ten years ago that I would someday be the willing sexual plaything, the slave, of a woman, I would have thrown you out of my house. It may sound ludicrous to you, but I have willingly given myself to Katrina to use as she sees fit. And I really do enjoy it...most of the time."
Those last four words, "most of the time" were what stood out in my mind. She enjoyed being a slave. Okay, it's kinky and a bit twisted, but who am I to say that it's wrong? But those four words still gave me pause. "Most of the time" meant that she was sometimes pushed beyond her comfort zone. Was this one of those times? Did she not want this? Our school had given everyone a mandatory class on sexual harassment and consent. I knew the spiel - No means No - and all that. But this situation was not covered in class. The last thing I wanted was to do something to Andrea that she didn't want.
Then, while my mind was trying to wrap itself around this whole mess, I saw the first tug of the thong, and got my first whiff of her pussy. It was intoxicating, and my cock quickly grew tight in my jeans.
I asked her about Shawn, I asked her if she was certain about this, and then I fucked her. It was surreal, it was intense, it was awesome. I remember the sound - wet, squelching, syrupy, sloppy - she was soaking wet. I remember the smell - pungent, musky, enticing, erotic - it made my mouth water. I remember the view - pale, smooth skin, a few brown freckles dotting the gentle curve of her thighs and ass. But most of all, I remember the feel - soft, warm and snug, but not too tight.
When I was all the way inside her, my body tight against hers, I slid my hands over her hips, feeling her smooth skin, and sent pulses through my cock. I wondered if she could feel the slight movements deep inside her pussy. Moments later, I began to pump myself in and out of her, slowly at first, but increasing in speed and force as the feelings intensified.
Andrea's breathing began to quicken as I looked down to see her hands clench into fists, grasping handfuls of the top blanket. From the sideways position of her head, I could see her closed eyes and glossy skin, the result of a thin sheen of perspiration. From her open mouth there emanated a guttural moan that sent me into a sexual frenzy. I've never been so turned on in my life.
"Oh God...fuck me...fuck me hard...I'm gonna cum," Andrea moaned out of breath. That gave me a boost to my confidence, knowing that I could make a woman cum by fucking her. I sped up my pace and my force, now slamming into her body like a jackhammer. She wanted me to fuck her hard and I didn't want to disappoint.
A bright flash lit the room and turned my attention to my left where Katrina stood with her smartphone. "Oh, that was a good one," she said, and snapped another of my shocked look.
"What the fuck?" I said, beginning to pull back. Before I could though, Andrea grabbed my hand.
"Please don't stop," she said. She was looking back at me with a pleading look on her face.
"She's taking our picture!" I cried, my dick still halfway inside her. "What if she shows Shawn?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. These are for my collection. They will be safe in the Cloud, along with the hundreds of other pictures I've taken."
"Shit," I hissed as Katrina moved around the bed and snapped more pictures. "You said you would give us privacy."
"I said I would give you a few moments of privacy, because you looked like a scared little puppy dog who wouldn't be able to perform with an audience. I never said you could fuck her all afternoon by yourself. Did you really think that this was all set up for you to get your jollies? You're just here because you have a cock, that's all."
"Shit!" I barked, much louder this time. A part of me was angry. Angry with Katrina and Andrea for using me like a piece of meat. Angry with myself for being so easily led around by my cock. Still, I couldn't deny how good Andrea's pussy felt.
"Are you going to pack your toy up and go home angry, or are you going to finish fucking the shit out of my bitch like you was doing when I came in here?" Katrina asked, leaving the ball in my court again.
There was no way that I was going to stop. The damage was already done and unless I could get Katrina's cell phone before she sent the images to the Cloud, (assuming they hadn't been sent already) the proof of my actions was in her control. I couldn't see any reason at that moment to deny myself the pleasure of finishing. Once again, I began to drive my cock inside the fiery depths of Shawn's mother. Things had dried out a bit too much though at that point, and Andrea cried out in pain.
"It's too dry," she huffed, leaning forward to get away from my fuck stick. I pulled back also, as I had noticed right away also that things were much rougher.
Katrina climbed up on the mattress and set her phone down. "You stopped fucking her and she dried out, that's what happens when women get older, they dry out quicker. You're going to have to get her wet again if you want to finish. Have you ever licked a pussy before?"
I gave a quick shake of my head and mumbled, "No."
"Then you are about to have a real treat. Pussy is the greatest, and Andrea here has a delicious pussy, and she loves having it licked. Don't you sweetie?"
"Yes Mistress." Andrea moaned. "But, I really love it when you eat my pussy Mistress. Would you do the honors, please?" She twisted her ass slightly toward Katrina and waved it back and forth in an enticing way.
Katrina smiled and slid her hand over the sexy curve of Andrea's thigh. "You know that I adore dining on your sweet pussy, my pet. But today, you will allow Derek to get his first taste."
"Yes Mistress."
"What are you waiting for boy? Get down there and lick that cunt," Katrina barked.
While I really did want to taste Andrea's pussy, I wasn't sure how to do it from the angle she was still presenting me. I could clearly see the wrinkled ring of skin surrounding her asshole, but her pussy was below at an angle my neck just wouldn't bend. "Um, can you ah, can you roll over please?" I asked.
"If you can fuck her like a dog, you can eat her like a dog. Just get down there and do it," Katrina said.
"But..." I was looking down and picturing where my nose would be.
"We haven't got all day. Are you going to quit now?"
That was one thing that I wasn't going to do. I would finish what I had started, and if that meant getting a little brown nose, that's what I was going to do. I lowered myself down and tried tilting my face to get at her pussy without my nose going into her ass, but quickly found out that wouldn't work. Then, while I was down there closer than ever to her most private parts, Andrea arched her back, which brought her heated sex right to me.
My mouth sank into her soft folds and her flavor exploded on my taste buds. If I had to describe it, I would say that it was a bit coppery, a bit earthy, a touch vinegary, and a pinch sweet all wrapped in a most wonderful package. With the very first taste, I became addicted, and knew at that moment that I would become a connoisseur of fine pussy. Other people could enjoy the finest cheeses or the most expensive wines. I wanted to worship at the altar of fresh, warm, inviting pussy.
As for my nose, which I had worried about just moments ago, it was now tucked neatly into the smooth flesh of Andrea's plump buttocks. What's more, the tip was resting right at the entrance to her crinkled asshole. Amazingly though, the smell was nothing like I had expected it would be. There was very little smell at all, and what I could smell was not at all unappetizing. It was a pleasant surprise that gave me a renewed sense of confidence, and I relished the act of cunnilingus for the very first time.
Being that this was my first time licking an actual pussy, I really had no idea what I should do. And so, I just kind of licked and slobbered all around her pink petals, kind of like a dog licking spilt gravy off the floor. I must have done something right though, because Andrea moaned loudly a couple of times, and once or twice pushed her ass back into my face. It was hard to breathe, and my neck was starting to cramp, but I kept licking until Katrina pulled me away.
"Are you ready to finish fucking her?" she asked, her eyes roving over my lower face, which I could feel was slick with Andrea's juices.
"Yes...," I said. Then, before I even realized what I was doing, I added, "Mistress." I honestly don't know why I called her that. Maybe it was just from hearing Andrea say it over and over, or maybe I was just being thankful to her for choosing me, and I wanted to express my gratitude by giving her the illusion that she was in control of me; but either way, once I spoke it, there was no taking it back.
Katrina smirked at me, then, without any warning, she lashed out a stinging slap on Andrea's plump ass cheek. "Did you hear that, pet?" she exclaimed loudly, "What did I tell you about Derek? What did I say that he was, and you didn't believe me?"
I barely heard Andrea's muffled voice as she answered Katrina, but the word struck me like a baseball bat upside the head. "Submissive," came the reply.
"That's right, I knew he was another submissive. I could tell from the first time I met you." She was talking to me now. "I've been doing this long enough to know how to read the signs when I see them, and you exhibited several of the signs right away. You're just like Andrea and Scott, you like being given orders. Don't you?"
I didn't know what to say. Did I really like being given orders? Could I do what Andrea was doing? Could I allow myself to relinquish control? Could I take orders from Katrina?
"Well, let's go. Get up there and fuck her. Her pussy's not going to fuck itself," Katrina said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I quickly moved into position again, and in one move, I slid my throbbing cock inside Andrea again. She was very wet again, and I wasted no time fucking her hard and fast. Unfortunately, it felt so good, and I was so turned on, that I only lasted about a minute more. Andrea was grunting and gasping and moaning, and I was certain that she was getting close, so when I felt my orgasm nearing, I didn't try to hold back. Hell, I don't think I could have held back anyway.
"I'm going to cum," I said.
"Not yet," Andrea cried.
"I can't hold it," I blurted, my hips moving with a speed that I hadn't known they were capable of. And suddenly I was at the pinnacle. "OHHHHHFUUCCKK!" I cried as I slammed myself forward and enjoyed the sensation of pumping my seed deep inside a steamy pussy for the first time. It was the greatest feeling in the world.
Before I had time to come back down from the orgasmic high, Katrina grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back roughly. "I don't recall giving you permission to cum yet, slave," she growled in my ear.
"S-sorry, I couldn't help myself Mistress." There was that word again, sliding much too easily off my lips.
"Of course you couldn't help yourself, you're weak and pathetic. You need a strong mistress to teach you. Pledge yourself to me, and I'll train you to be more obedient."
"Y-yes Mistress," I replied, without even thinking about it.
"Say it for all of us to hear. Tell me that you'll be my slave."
"I'll be your slave," I repeated.
"Good boy," Katrina said. She let go of my hair, then said, "Now, you'll have to finish fucking Andrea so she can cum."
I thought that I had finished fucking Andrea. I had already shot my load, and my cock was much too sensitive to continue, even though it was still pretty hard. But I didn't need to worry, because Katrina had other ideas. Apparently, when she had left us alone, she had gone to get a special toy. The toy was a strap-on dildo, but not a typical one at all. It was a penis gag with a lifelike cock attached.
My eyes widened as Katrina brought the small cock to my lips and said, "Open wide", but I quickly obeyed, again without thinking it through at all. The part that went into my mouth was exactly like a miniature penis, with veins and a crown and a piss slit also. I guesstimated it was about two and a half to three inches long and about the thickness of the plump end of a carrot. Once it was deep in my mouth, Katrina wrapped the four straps around the back of my head and tightened them as I became cross-eyed while staring down at the much larger cock sticking out about eight inches from my mouth. It really looked realistic, and it was kind of freaking me out.
"Lie down on your back," Katrina ordered, and I obeyed. "Normally, Andrea wears this, and I ride her face when I need to feel my pussy stuffed, but today, you'll be wearing it for her."
I felt a heavy weight shifting on the bed and then Andrea was crawling over my body. Her thick thigh swung over my chest so that her back was to me, and then she scooted backward and raised herself over the fake cock sticking up over my mouth. I looked up into her gaping pussy and saw a clump of whitish cream that had oozed out. It was my very own cum which I had just deposited inside her moments before. My eyes became riveted on that blob of cum as she slipped the head of the dildo between her puffy pink lips and began to lower herself down toward my face.
I could smell my spunk on her before her asshole sank all the way down and landed on my nose. Then, the weight on my head increased as Andrea sat back. I didn't realize it then, but she had leaned back because Katrina moved in to kiss her on the lips, knowing full well that I would be momentarily smothered by Andrea's chunky ass.
Just before I started to panic from not being able to breathe, the enormous weight lifted up and cool air rushed in around Andrea's steamy ass. She raised up until just the head was still inside, then dropped back down before rising again. For the next several minutes, my face was used as a sex toy as Andrea fucked herself on the mouth dildo as fast as she could. Her ass cheeks became a blur to my vision, and I found myself trying to focus on the dark spot of her asshole as it moved up and down just inches from my nose.
The smells were strong, sexual, enticing. The sounds were lewd, erotic, obscene. Although the cushy globes of Andrea's ass cheeks obscured my vision, I could just imagine the scene as viewed from Katrina's vantage point.
At some point, I heard Andrea ask if she could come. Instead of granting her permission though, Katrina said no. The next thing I knew, Katrina was sliding her hand underneath my head, and all of a sudden, my face became nothing more than a battering ram. As Andrea dropped her ass down, Katrina jerked my head up to meet her over and over, and the collisions were violent. My whole world became crushing blows and gasps of air when possible as Andrea's ass cheeks slapped against my face. Again, I heard Andrea begging her mistress to come. To me, she sounded far away, and very desperate.
"Yes slave, you may come," Katrina thundered.
For several more seconds, my face was mercilessly abused as Andrea's wild humping increased in speed and intensity. Katrina even stopped trying to keep up with the pace and instead just pushed my face forward to give Andrea a slightly better angle. When she finally started to cum, all I could do was hold on for dear life. I thought she was rough before, but when her orgasm started, she seemed to forget that I was underneath her, and needed to breathe to stay alive.
Andrea screamed as her orgasm overtook her, and her movements became herky-jerky. But then she pushed backward and sat down, her entire ass enveloping my face as her ass muscles tightened up and became surprisingly rigid. My nose, which had sunk deep into the crevasse of her crack when she sat back, was pinched closed super tight, blocking any possible chance of me getting any air in my lungs. Not only could I not breathe, but it felt like my head was being crushed like a grape. I panicked, and tried to push her off me, but someone grabbed both of my wrists and yanked my hands away.
Luckily for me, before I passed out from a lack of oxygen, Andrea lifted her trembling ass off me, and cool air blasted my sweat covered face. I felt worse for the wear, but I was still alive. As Andrea rolled to her side, Katrina couldn't wait to point something out.
"Look at that," Katrina said, pointing at my crotch, "He's all ready to go again."
I summoned up the strength to lift my head and focus my eyes, and sure enough, my cock was standing at full attention once again. While I was sitting up, Katrina unbuckled the straps on the back of my head, and a few seconds later I was looking at the business end of the dildo as she pointed it to my mouth and ordered me to clean it. Without even fully realizing that the dildo was covered in a thin sheen of my cum along with Andrea's juices, I dutifully opened and let her slide it past my lips. It only occurred to me when Katrina began to laugh and said, "Look at that, he's a natural cock sucker, and he's swallowing his own cum."
"Did you enjoy your first fuck Derek?" Katrina asked as she pushed the toy to the back of my throat.
"Mmhm!" I mumbled, nodding and looking into her eyes.
"Do you want to come back and do it again real soon?"
I nodded again, and gagged as the dildo slid too deep.
She pulled it back a bit but kept it in my mouth, saying, "Oops, I guess you need more practice before you're ready for the real thing."
"She can't be serious," I thought to myself, and for some unknown reason, I was picturing Shawn naked, his thick cock throbbing between my lips. I honestly don't know what had come over me, and I shivered at the vivid image.
Katrina kept talking. "I'm going to send this dildo home with you and I want you to practice taking it down your throat. When you have learned how to suppress your gag reflex, and swallow this all the way to the base without gagging, you can come back and get a sexy reward for all your hard work. Be warned though, if you come back too soon and gag on it again, you'll be punished instead. Are you up for the challenge?"
Once more I nodded, thinking of my reward as being sex with Andrea again.
"You might want to keep this thing hidden though, if your mother finds it in your room, she might get the wrong idea," Katrina warned with a wink. "She might even want to try it out when you're at school. Imagine coming home from school and finding some sticky pubic hairs glued to the side." She chuckled at her own tasteless humor, while I shuddered at the image of my mother masturbating with the very dildo that was touching the back of my throat.
"When you come back, you'll need to obey my every order, no matter how degrading, disgusting or embarrassing, or I'll send you packing without so much as a goodbye. Is that clear?"
I nodded, thankful that I would be invited back at all.
"Good boy," She pulled to saliva slick cock from my mouth and said, "Now, let's go get cleaned up before Shawn comes home from practice."
Andrea straightened up Shawn's bed and we left his room unchanged, except for the still lingering smell of sex. I wondered if he would notice, and what he would think if he did. Would he recognize the scent? I knew he would be arriving home soon, so the chances were good that the smell would still be noticeable.
Katrina wouldn't allow me to wash my face or my cock afterward, telling me that she wanted me to have to smell Andrea's juices on me until I got home. The scent of pussy on my face kept me hard the entire drive, and when I got home, I jacked off in the bathroom before taking a shower.
Shawn has another football practice in two days. I'll be spending a lot of time practicing swallowing the dildo between now and then.
