Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  She watched him walk away. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her. His hand touched his ball sack, while the fingers from his other hand stroked his rod. Master wantonly displayed himself, knowing that she desired nothing more than to suck and drink the fluids boiling up for her.

  The cube was hard to hold now. Its size was greatly diminished, so she was forced to concentrate not only on the cube, but also on the metal she could now feel with her fingers. She rubbed the cube up and down her slit; the water sent chill after chill over her hot flesh. A moan, followed by a low grunt, were signs Master needed to hear, and she had no problem giving them. The act of watching him touch what she wanted to worship, while fingering herself with the ice and rubbing her clit with the tips of manicured fingers brought her to the edge of release.

  Her panting and moaning filled the room, and when the keys slipped free of their icy cage, she held them in one fist as tight as she could, shoved the rest of the ice into her channel and hissed in pleasure as it began to dissolve at a speed much faster than before. She rubbed her clit, while watching Master stroke his cock and roll his testicles back and forth between his fingers. His gaze was intense, and he controlled her desire with a look that told her how badly he wanted her at his feet.

  When she came she shook violently; her head was thrown back and her mouth open to drag in the gulps of air her lungs craved. Stars danced behind her clenched lids as she shook against her palm; the teeth of the keys dug into her fingers as she held them in a death-like grip. When she came down from her orgasm, it was with a foggy haze. Her master cleared his throat, and she moaned softly. It took her a few seconds to comprehend that she was still locked and unable to reach him.

  She gave herself a mental shake and pulled herself back to the task at hand. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting, after her earth rattling orgasm, but when she was able to focus, she noticed the three keys. They were each similar in some ways, but also different. Their sizes differed, but not their color. She picked one and slipped it up to her fingers, held it tight and bent her arms so she could touch and play with the lock at her waist. When she felt confident in her task, she pushed a key into the hole and turned it.

  A chuckle erupted from Master's lips, followed by, "Lucky girl."

  The first key she chose had been the right key for that lock. The click of freedom was heaven to her ears. She tucked the keys back into her fist and with the fingers of her other hand, she wiggled the padlock free. It fell to the ground and she glanced at Master.

  He no longer stroked his cock. She could tell he was interested in how she was going to free herself. His watchful gaze was both comforting and nerve-wracking. She took a deep breath and picked one of the keys. Her eyes darted toward Master as she tucked the keys she didn't want to use into her mouth and kept the one she wanted to try between her teeth. He eyed her knowingly; she knew that he would aid her if it became necessary.

  Pride drove her onward. She brought the lock up to her mouth, pushed and prodded the key against its hole until finally she was able to line up the tip of the key with it. A quick mental prayer was sent to the heavens as she turned her wrists, held tight to the key and waited for the knowing click. When it did not come she grunted a curse; Master chuckled.

  Using her tongue, she maneuvered another key between her lips. She glanced at Master again; he nodded his encouragement. She repeated the process, this time gaining her reward. The lock gave and she sighed in contentment and relief. The keys were taken from her mouth and tucked into her fist. She used her tongue, fingers and teeth to slip the lock free; it clattered to the floor. She then used her teeth to pull at the leather that had been wrapped around her wrists. When it began to become looser, she was able to pull her hands apart.

  She smiled wide when she'd won the freedom to move with more ease. Master shared her grin, and he chuckled at the joy in her features. It took her several tries to free the lock on her neck, not because the keys did not work, but because her heart was pounding with excitement and she found it hard to concentrate, often forgetting which key she'd already tried. When her throat was free she quickly bent down and released her ankles.

  Her gaze shot to Master's crotch. His hard-on was still evident and her lust was still thick and heavy between her loins. She quickly dropped from the chair to the floor and crawled to Master. He opened his legs and held his cock out to her. A whimper followed by a purr rippled past her lips. When she reached his side, she began to do exactly what they both wanted.

  The tips of her fingers trailed up and down his rod as she gazed longingly at him. She nuzzled her cheek against his inner thigh as she looked at his smooth balls and swollen rod. Her hands caressed the skin of his shaft; a breath of air blanketed his testicles as she wiggled herself further between his legs. He petted her hair, toyed with the curls and caressed her cheek. Adoringly she looked upon him, and then she began to worship him.

  He watched as she laid her head against his thigh, and her fingers slowly trailed along the underside of his balls; when she touched them, he shivered, groaned softly and sighed in contentment. She smiled, looked up at him and pressed a kiss where her fingers had brushed. He said nothing, nor did he move to encourage her. She had won her reward and so he allowed her to bask in it.

  She licked at the soft, smooth flesh, pushing the spheres back and forth with a knowing touch. Her lips brushed across the underside and then she began to deliver long sensuous strokes with the flattened muscle until he was softly cursing. A soft giggle slipped past her throat, as she maneuvered herself up to her knees and dragged her tongue up his full length.

  One hand lay behind his cock. Her knuckles grazed his abdomen as she held him within her loose caress. She rolled her tongue around the mushroom head, then down along the ridge, before tracing the largest engorged vein with the tip of her tongue. His fingers no longer petted her long curly locks, but by now had become wrapped tightly around the silky strands. He pulled her hair slightly, allowing her to feel the pleasure he was receiving from her tender ministrations.

  She smiled against his shaft and quickly made her way up from the base of his cock to the head again, once more choosing a vein to follow. She reached the tip and played with the small opening, until she opened her mouth fully and engulfed the swollen head. He grunted long and low. She purred around the head, sending shock waves down the rod and forcing the sensations of a thousand needles to radiate through his spine.

  Her head moved left and right, as she slowly worked her way down his member, licking, sucking, and stroking with her tongue and fingers. When she had all of him in her, she looked back up into his eyes and grinned around a mouthful of cock. She bobbed up and down, twisting her hand back and forth, while feeling the blood course through his veins. She moaned, felt the wetness of her sex between her legs and fought the urge to dip her fingers inside. She knew the rules.

  Instead of disobedience, she gave him discipline. She brought him close to the edge, then stopped, only to repeat the process over and over again. All the while she maintained eye contact, watching his face, reading his expressions and knowing when to pull back and when to deep throat him. When it was time, she knew by the color of his eyes and the way his lips pulled back in a grimace of lust.

  She relaxed her jaw, dropped her shoulders slightly and took a deep breath to calm the beat of her heart, all control over herself given to him. Both fists were full of her hair as he began to fuck her with abandon. He controlled the speed and depth. He set and maintained the tempo he chose, and when he came, he showered her throat with his seed.

  Her tongue worked vigorously to swallow the offering, until she was sure she had emptied him. She never once looked away as she drank him in. When he pulled her up, she showed him the last mouthful of semen, before obeying his command to drink it. She savored the last swallow, and she reveled at the look in his eyes, when he told her to rise and feed him her pussy.

  The End.

  Pull Over, Peach!

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nbsp; Peach Powell was 26 years old and was just beginning to get over her shyness. At 5'6" and weighing 300 pounds, she was a very big girl. She had been teased a lot about her weight and the size of her enormous breasts as she grew up. She developed early and filled out a 46HH bra by the time she was in high school. She had had the nicknames "Beach Ball" or "Beach Balls" since elementary school. That being said, she was extremely pretty. She had a beautiful face with flashing blue eyes and chubby cheeks, and a teensy little nose that upturned at the tip. Her hair was blond and slightly wavy, and it hung about her shoulders.

  Peach had just started working at an important engineering firm as an executive secretary a month ago, a job her father had gotten her. Since she had recently established a "very special" working relationship with her boss, she found herself with all kinds of expensive new clothes, a new apartment, and as of last Friday, two days ago, she found herself the proud owner of a brand new Porsche 911 convertible.

  Peach was now speeding down a highway in the Nevada desert, her black Porsche gleaming in the blazing sunshine. With the top down, her blond hair was blowing in the wind, swishing in front of her dark sunglasses and across her ruby red lips. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and soaked into her black tank top which strained to hold back her huge knockers. She adjusted her knee-length white skirt and pressed her black stiletto-heel shoe harder onto the accelerator. The engine growled in a satisfying way and a smile spread on her lips. The vibration of the engine and a light sense of boredom turned her thoughts to sex. A warm feeling in her belly spread down to her pussy, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation.

  As she rounded a bend, a valley stretched before her, lined with billboards on either side. She wiped her hand across her forehead and stroked her hair back, savouring the sensation of the cool wind rushing past her. Her smile quickly faded into an expression of anguish as she saw a motorcycle quickly approaching in her rear-view mirror with red lights flashing. She frowned and blew a lock of hair out of her face as she braked and geared down, preparing to pull over.

  She pulled her vehicle to the side of the road as the motorcycle closed, pulling up behind her. The trooper dismounted and parked his cycle, unbuckling his chinstrap on his helmet and removing his gloves. The trooper cut a handsome figure, tall and lean, with a sexy swagger which reminded her quickly of how horny she was feeling about 10 minutes before she was pulled over. Brightly polished leather boots shone in the sun and clicked against the pavement as the trooper approached. Almost involuntarily, she slid a hand in between her legs and gently squeezed her pussy as she reached over and grabbed her purse to retrieve her license.

  A voice rumbled from behind the mirror-surfaces of state trooper sunglasses, "Hello there. Going a little fast around that corner, weren't you?"

  She felt a flush pass through her and her voice said, "Yeah, but I can go way faster," before she had a chance to think.

  His eyebrows raised and he fixed her with a stare. Just as she was beginning to think she had made a terrible mistake, a smirk crossed his face. "I'd love to see that some time," he said. "But I'm afraid today, I'm going to have to write you up a rather large ticket."

  "Oh, officer," she began in a husky voice, "Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?"

  A chuckle emitted from his throat as his smirk deepened.

  "Not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he enquired. "You'll find a state trooper's integrity isn't for sale."

  A grip of near terror seized her as she realized again the seriousness of her situation. She forced a smile and turned to him, trying not to show how scared she was. She was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaking wet and throbbing as she made a decision that terrified her even more. She quickly pulled her tank top underneath her left breast, exposing it fully to his view. The cool breeze chilled the dew of sweat on her naked boob, causing her to shiver and her nipples to harden like steel tips. She felt a dizziness wash over her as she was gripped in near panic, her twat pulsing and throbbing, not sure if she was about to cum or pass out.

  It seemed like forever until he spoke. "Integrity can always be bartered for, however." His left hand reached over and bared her right tit. Her nipples seem to harden even more, almost painfully so, as his fingers gently traced the underside of her breasts, sending a deep warm thrill through her. The breath that she now realized she was holding came in a series of deep gasps and her pussy felt aflame, soaked and twitching. Her legs parted and her thighs flexed, her pelvis rocking back and forth gently as he kneaded her soft melons. "These are the best tits I've seen on this stretch of the highway or any other", he mused, then looked straight into her eyes as he removed his sunglasses.

  "OK, here's the deal," he said plainly. He opened her door and reached down to her seat back release, dropping her back almost prone, coaxing a startled gasp from her lips. "You lie back there nicely and hold your tits together while I fuck them, and maybe we'll forget all about that heavy foot of yours. Sound good?"

  "That sounds wonderful, officer!" she breathed, pulling her tank top off as her clit stiffened, the slightest friction from her skirt driving her mad with desire.

  He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the top of his thighs, revealing a rock-hard throbbing prick. "Squeeze those titties together," he ordered in a tight raspy voice. She did as he said, in a daze of lust, almost unable to comprehend what was happening. He spat on his cock and again into his hand, spreading his saliva in between her jugs. "Spit on my cock," he told her. Again, she did as he commanded, spattering his glistening shaft as he presented it in front of her face. She remained fixated on his pulsating rod as he slowly lowered it into her cleavage, swinging his leg over to straddle her chest.

  He began slowly pumping his cock back and forth between her luscious mounds, the tip poking through right in front of her eyes at the pinnacle of each thrust. The sight excited her even more, her cunt clenching in time with each of his pelvic motions. His breath quickened with her heart rate, his fucking rhythm picking up pace. A low moan escaped her lips and her pussy began to sting and vibrate. She was sure that even without anything touching her snatch, she was about to orgasm!

  He was now furiously humping her cleavage, sweat dripping from his forehead. "God damn!" he exclaimed. "These are the sexiest tits I've ever seen in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

  "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Do it! Cum all over my titties!" She squeezed her jugs tight together, and he pulled his dick out from between them. A guttural cry tore from his throat and he started pounding his quivering dick. He leaned forward and his helmet fell off, bouncing off the car and clattering to the ground. A thick white strand of semen erupted from the end of his engorged red glans, spattering her right breast and on to her neck. A wail came from deep inside of her as at the sight, her cunt convulsed and contracted in the deep waves of an intense orgasm!

  A long low groan came from him as his dick continued spewing out jet after jet of white hot sperm, coating her tits, her shoulders, her neck, her chin, and a couple of dots spraying onto her cheeks, her sunglasses, and into her hair.

  She was sure she'd never seen so much cum in her life! His hand action on his cock slowed down, and he wrung the last couple of sticky lines of jizz onto her nipples, sighing contentedly as her own orgasm subsided. Incredibly, her pussy seemed even more sensitive and horny, dying for his touch, burning with hunger.

  She lied there seemingly stunned as he dismounted her chest and stood beside her Porsche, hiking up and rebuckling his pants. "Well, we can definitely forget about that ticket!" he exclaimed, his legs still slightly wobbly beneath him. He regained his composure, gathering his helmet and putting it back on. "You just slow down there now, OK?" he said, rebuckling his helmet and redonning his gloves. "If I catch you speeding down this stretch of highway again I'm gonna have to strip search you, ya hear?"

  A quiet "Mmm-hmm," is all she could manage as she felt a sticky glob of sperm drip off of her left tit onto her arm. Her right hand reached under
her skirt and began to caress her clit as the sound of his boots trailed off into the distance. Her pussy rejoiced to her touch and her breathing quickened rapidly. She heard him start his motorcycle with a throaty rumble as she began frantically finger-fucking herself.

  Within seconds, she was nearing another orgasm, gasping "Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! AHH! AHHHHH!!!!" howling out in abandon, her rapidly pistoning fingers making sloshing sounds in her soaking cunt!

  Her entire body clenched and she screamed out in joy as a fantastic climax tore her from head to toe, causing her to thrash and buck in her seat, tears almost welling up in her eyes from the force of her release. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she sighed deeply, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings once more.

  Looking down at her breasts, she saw that she was utterly covered in his jism. A wave of contentment washed over her. Dimly, she was aware of the sound of a motorcycle engine trailing off in the distance.

  The End.

  What Work?

  His strong mind and masculine body easily tower over my small girlish frame. He leads both in business and our relationship. This is not a power I have granted someone else ever or so freely. There are small hidden secrets within him, when close enough I can feel his smooth palms and smell the scent of his baby soft smile. He hides his ambitions and dreams from the world but becomes my chatterbox, often opening his mind through tangled sheets and the aroma of our love.

  The first time was literally breath taking. Never letting me forget he would enjoy ripping my clothes in every direction while consuming my body, he waited for my time without judgment or tease. We held secrets, secrets from each other and secrets from those who thought knew us better than ourselves. Our timing has always been prefect between our hearts and sideways from normal. Our vows were only spoken privately and in secret. I have been granted his heart and mind but he does not belong to me.