Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  "Good girl," he stroked her hair away from her face and she pressed her cheek to his hand. "Now tell me what you do want."

  She shook her head and his fingers wrapped around her hair pulling her head up sharply. She groaned and licked her lips but he remained firm, waiting for an answer.

  "I want you to touch me sir. I... I want you to fuck me..." she whispered.

  His hands stroked her hair smooth and he chuckled. He smacked her arse again just once more, but harder than before. It stung the already sore skin. He flipped her back over and pulled her panties all the way off before shoving two fingers into her. She bucked up to meet his hand and panted as he stroked her.

  "Very good girl, such a good little whore ready to be fucked..." He pulled the clamps off her nipples and she screamed.

  She felt the bed dip as he climbed up and pulled he hand away again. He bit and licked on her still tender nipples and she arched her body up to press her breasts more firmly to his lips and tongue as they explored. He bit hard one last time before pushing her knees up to her chest and thrusting into her hard. She moaned loudly as he stilled, sunk to the hilt inside her. She whimpered and bucked her hips, desperate for movement. He kissed her hard and started moving slowly, gradually building up speed as she wrapped her legs around him. She came as he bit back down on her breasts, the pain from her nipple, the soreness of her arse pressing into the mattress with his thrusts and the feel of him inside her finally overwhelming her.

  He pounded harder, picking up the pace as she moaned louder still, riding her orgasm. She locked her ankles behind his back, gripping the bar of the headboard where her arms remained tied. She met his thrusts, whimpering and crying out. She felt him tense as she came again, bucking wildly. He rammed in hard one last time and stayed buried deep as he came, pressing his face into her shoulder. She pulled on her restraints, wishing she could run her hands down his back or remove her blindfold. Instead she settled under his weight as he lay on top of her, relishing the pleasure, which still rolled through her and enjoying the feel of him twitching inside her as his orgasm finished

  His hands reached up to her face and pulled away the blindfold. She blinked at the sudden bright daylight, realizing it must be much later than she had thought then grinned as she focused on his face.

  "You know, all that flirting over the last few years and I avoided taking it further in case what I wanted to do to you scared you. Can't believe I never got you drunk enough to admit your fantasies before." He laughed in her ear. "When you crashed out drunk it was the perfect excuse to keep you here when everyone left without starting gossip" he murmured. "Got me a bit scared when you were begging me to let you go but after that kiss and everything we talked about I knew you'd be disappointed if I stopped."

  She grinned again and nuzzled his neck, still too overwhelmed to talk as he untied her hands. She wasn't about to admit she couldn't remember last night after arriving at the party, but she'd gladly admit she would have missed out if he'd listened to her and stopped.

  The End.

  Thanksgiving Study Session

  The week of Thanksgiving is often a stressful time for most college students. Often the library is filled with anxious students writing multiple page term papers or studying for pending finals. Such was the case for Nikki Randall. The five foot three inch, blue-eyed blonde had seven major papers due the week after Thanksgiving that she needed to finish and found the library to be more quiet and calm then at home, even though she lived alone. She found at home she'd be tempted to clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, or anything else to keep her away from her laptop. Here, it was just hundreds of other college students frantically trying to finish papers on their laptops.

  On Wednesday, her class let out early and she found her favorite cubicle on the fourth floor, hidden behind a stack of books. She set herself up with her laptop, her headphones plugged into her iPod, and papers scattered as she wrote up her reports and essays. At 8:30 p.m., she wandered downstairs and bought herself a candy bar and a soda. She ate the candy bar on the elevator and drank the soda as she typed. About 10:45 p.m., she fell asleep over her laptop keyboard.

  Sometime after midnight, a small spacecraft landed on the roof of the library. The tentacle creature slithered out and through the roof access stairs, entered the library. It wandered the fifth floor, scanning the books for understanding of this world, when it picked up the presence of a life form on the floor below.

  Nikki woke up around 1:00 AM and realized she was locked in the library. On her laptop screen were pictures of cartoon characters having sex with different creatures or characters. Nikki smiled as she thought of the friends who had shared their pictures with her and how she enjoyed making them her screen saver. She shut her laptop down and closed it. She wandered in the dark to the bathroom feeling her way there. While in the bathroom, she made a horrible realization; not only was she locked in the library, but the library was closed until Saturday morning. She decided she would pack up and wander around to see if she could find a way out without setting off the fire or burglar alarm.

  As she walked up to her laptop to pack it up, she found it open and her screen saver running. She stared at it for a moment wondering if she had closed it. The images were scenes of young girls being attacked and violated by bizarre alien creatures with tentacles. The pictures aroused Nikki as they flashed before her. She knew they weren't real but still, her mind wandered to what it would be like to make love to an alien creature with tentacles or genitalia different to the men she knew, then shook her head thinking how silly she was being.

  She reached over to shut her laptop down, when she heard a sound from behind her. She slowly turned around hoping it was just a mouse, or perhaps a rat. In the dark, all she could see was shadows of the bookcases. She walked around and realized even if someone was in there with her, she couldn't see them even if she wanted to. She walked back to her laptop thinking how foolish she was. As she reached her laptop, a tentacle wrapped around her waist and picked her up into the air. She screamed as she was raised and other tentacles began tearing off her clothes.

  Nikki struggled and fought to no avail as her clothes were shredded off her body leaving her suspended in the air naked. Tentacles begin touching her body. The tentacles bound her wrists and ankles and her legs were spread. Tentacles began fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples while others massaged her clit and teased her anus. As much as she tried to resist, her body began to betray her as she grew more and more aroused. Still unable to see her attacker and struggling against the assault she screamed again. She felt herself being lowered and thought maybe this was it, she was going to die. The problem was, she was being lowered onto two phallus looking tentacles. "NOOOOO!!!" she screamed.

  As she screamed a third phallus like tentacle forced its way into her mouth. She choked and gagged as the other two forced their way into her sex and anus. The sensation took over her body and soon she was sucking and moaning as the creature had its way with her. It pounded her sex and anus as it fucked her relentlessly, other tentacles pulled and sucked at her nipples. Over and over she orgasmed until she felt the creature's climax, filling her with its alien product. She swallowed what she could but found she was gagging and coughing on more than she realized. The alien's juices leaked down her throat and breasts, and both her legs. Yet the creature didn't stop and it seemed its tentacles were growing within her abused body. Nikki struggled to stay conscious but was soon overcome and blacked out. She woke up alone in a metal room. She was still naked as she looked around. She saw the walls were smooth and could see no visible door.

  A voice echoed though the room, "There is no escape."

  "Where am I?" she asked.

  "My ship."

  "What do you want with me?"

  "I came to your book room to gain knowledge on your people. I had observed for weeks and knew no one was to be there. When I found you, I knew I had to have you. To make you mine."

  "What do you mean?"r />
  "You are to be my wife, bear my children."

  "I don't want to be your wife."

  "I saw the images on the small device you were using."

  "Those aren't real."

  "But you liked them, it stimulated you."

  "But they aren't real!" she shouted. "They just pictures someone drew."

  "Then why were you becoming stimulated?"

  "I... I don't know... morbid curiosity I guess."

  "Now you are mine."

  "What if I refuse?"

  "Resistance is futile."

  The alien grabbed her around the waist again and resumed its sexual assault on her. The violation was relentless as she moaned and squirmed. He fucked her sex and her ass without stopping until once again she collapsed against him.

  "Miss.... Miss," said a young woman behind the sleeping Nikki.

  Nikki sat up and said in a sleepy voice, "What?"

  "Miss, the library is closing in five minutes," said the woman.

  "Closing?" said a sleepy Nikki.

  "Yes Miss," said the woman. "And with tomorrow being Thanksgiving you sure don't want to spend the night here in the library. You'd be stuck until Saturday."

  "Tomorrow's Thanksgiving?" asked Nikki.

  "That's what I said. And I'd like to go home now if you don't mind."

  "Yes, yes, of course," said Nikki as she packed up her laptop and left the library.

  As she walked to her car, her body ached. She thought about her dream, and how real it felt. She climbed into her car and drove home. She stopped at the only fast food restaurant still open for some drive-thru dinner then went home.

  She went into her house and ate her food. Starved from the poor diet she had been enjoying for the last few days, she still didn't feel fully up to speed. She decided to take a shower before going to bed. While she bathed, she noticed strange marks all over her body but blamed it on the cubicle she had been sleeping in. She decided to sleep naked tonight, as she was just too tired to put on her pajamas. As she climbed into bed, a man rolled over and said, "Another late night of study dear?"

  "Yeah," she said sleepily. "I had such a nightmare."

  "Wanna tell me about it?" he asked.

  "I was attacked by some bizarre alien who wanted to make me his wife."

  "Well at least he's got good taste dear."

  Nikki sat up in bed wide-awake. "Who are you?" she asked.

  "Nikki my dear, it's me, your husband."

  "I'm... not... married."

  "Yes you are dear, to me," he said as a tentacle wrapped itself around her waist.

  The End.

  Renewal

  They had both had an exhausting and emotion-filled month. Things were said and each had begun to question their role in the other's life. Over time, though, and through countless tears, they had finally come back to the same page. The conflicts that had threatened to destroy them were resolved, and their love for one another had once again conquered those that had hoped to destroy them.

  He called her down to the playroom and she'd come willingly. The high backed chair had been placed a few feet from the bed. The ankle restraints, as well as the neck restraint, were already attached to the polished wood. Their silver padlocks picked up the light that flooded the room. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Master waiting for her to join him. Obediently she disrobed and crossed the space that separated them.

  She reached the chair and sat down. The cool temperature was a contrast to her hot skin. She said nothing as he bent down and tethered each ankle to the front legs of the chair. Her pulse raced when his gentle yet firm and powerful fingers pressed her neck back. The leather strap hugged her throat, blanketing the nylon collar and tag that proclaimed her as his. A small silver padlock was fastened around the front clip of the restraint. It was heart shaped and lay against her flushed skin. Another restraint was added to her waist. It was pulled tight and she was asked to test her bindings.

  True to his request, she did just that. The restraint around her neck allowed just enough movement to permit her to turn her head to the left or right. Her hands were still free, so she tried to escape, yanking at the lock on her throat as well as the one on her waist. She twisted her legs, flexing her ankles and feet against the thick ties that bound her, seeing if those bore a hint of weakness. When they were both satisfied, he pressed her wrists together; her palms faced one another. He wrapped the final restraint around her wrists, and locked it with the final padlock. There was a small amount of freedom allowed her, to wiggle her fingers and close and open her palms.

  He stepped back and disrobed. Her breath quickened at the sight of him walking toward the small refrigerator/freezer in the corner. There were only a few things that he kept in the small dorm-room appliance. One of those things she knew was ice, a favorite plaything of them both. He opened the door, reached in and pulled out what he wanted. She licked her lips in anticipation as she watched him, her eyes full of wonder.

  When he turned around, in his hand was a small paper cup. He peeled away the paper, exposing a thick chunk of ice, which he set on a nearby table. Then he picked up a lighter and walked around the room, lighting the wicks of several strategically placed candles. When he was done, he flipped the switch on the wall, shutting off the lights, and faced her.

  Candlelight flickered across their nude bodies as he walked toward her. By the time he reached her side, his cock was fully aroused. She turned her head and came face to face with his jutting shaft and spongy tip. Her pussy tightened and her mouth began to water. He was just a mere inch or so away from her lips. She ached to taste him. The tip of her tongue darted out from between her lips, moistening his pink flesh. A whimper slipped out when he handed her the chunk of ice.

  "A new game, pet," he said.

  She swallowed the lump in her throat and felt the well-known sign of budding frustration in the depths of her abdomen. Her lower lip trembled. He knew how she loved new games.

  "You need to free yourself. Frozen inside the ice are the keys to the padlocks. The one on your throat, the one on your waist, and the one," he smirked and chuckled softly, "the one on your wrists. Your ankle restraints are just buckles, no locks, so you will find those easy I am sure. This one," he touched the heart shaped lock on her throat and this one," he flicked the one at her wrist, "not so much."

  "Open your fingers and palms," he said. She did as he'd commanded and the chunk of ice was slipped into the cradle her hands created. "You're to rub the ice over your body, melting the water, freeing the ring of keys. Once you have them free, you can unlock yourself, then my dear one," he cupped her right breast and tweaked the nipple, "you may worship my cock."

  A groan of pure carnal lust poured out of her. Her sex throbbed and moisture eased from her sex, settling on the chair. "Thank you, Master," she whispered.

  He leaned down and kissed her lips; his tongue sought hers and they danced a slow and teasing dance of seduction. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and forefingers, teasing the pink pearl until it was aching for another kind of touch. Master knew what she needed and so he settled between her legs, and began to suck, bite and tease the tip of her breast, while she began to melt the ice.

  She brought the chunk of ice up to her neck, where she rubbed and caressed her skin, that was growing more flushed and heated as Master sucked and drew her nipple between his teeth. She bit down on her lower lip, chewed on the inside of her mouth and gasped when he shoved one finger into her tight pussy and began to fuck her.

  Her muscles tightened beneath her, and for a moment she forgot her role in this game. She quickly resumed moving the cube, ran it over her shoulders, down her breasts, and awkwardly rubbed the top of the left globe. Cold trails of water slipped and slid down her body; shivers danced up and down her spine, making her tremble. Master lapped at the water that she sent spiraling down the curved paths between and around her breasts, her stomach, her mound.

  She moaned and writhed under him. His tongue traveled down to her p
ussy, where he teased her clit. He flicked and pushed at it with the tip of the wet muscle, drove a second finger into her opening and told her how much his cock ached. He told her how he wanted to taste her cum and how much of a slut she was.

  Her legs were open, as far as she could manage, straining against the ankle restraints until her calves ached, and her chest rose and fell as he began to fuck her feverishly with his mouth and fingers. She bucked and pulled at the restraints. Her hands moved faster, she ran the cube across her abdomen; more cool liquid slipped down her body. When it hit her sex, he drank it before lapping at the inner walls of her pussy. Her eyes were clenched tight as he brought forth a shuddering climax from her. Amidst drinking her nectar, he ordered her to continue.

  "Move it, we haven't all night--for this game."

  The ice was much smaller now. Her heated skin had melted the ice quickly. She rubbed it across her lips, sucked on a small corner, drank the life-giving fluid and tasted a small hint of metal. Excitement shot back and forth inside her mind as she realized she was closer to freedom than she'd realized.

  Master looked up and smiled. He rose to his feet and once more made his way to her side. His cock was hard, swollen and appeared angry with need. She saw his hand come up and his fingers wrap around the engorged flesh. He stroked himself; she turned and opened her mouth. He chuckled softly. It dawned on her and showed in her face that she knew she could not reach that which she craved.

  She held the cube between her palms and pressed it against her pussy. A gasp of shock followed by a sigh of pleasure filled the room as she cooled her hot sex and watched Master tease her with his cock.

  He rolled his fingers over the head and gathered his pre-cum, offering it to her hungry tongue. She took it, slowly at first, just a small taste. Once she savored it he offered her another drop. This time she made no move to deny herself. She drew his finger into her mouth and sucked greedily, until she felt she'd cleaned the digit properly. He withdrew his finger, leaned in and ran his cock along her cheek. "Don't do it," he warned her, having seen the desire in her eyes. "Don't you dare make yourself come before that ice melts," he said, before slapping her mouth with his cock, and walking away.