Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  Victor's tongue brushed against her swollen lips, and her knees almost buckled. He moved his hands so his thumbs were under her hips, supporting her weight. His oral assault on her continued with his lips wrapping around her clit. Her whole body felt electric. She could feel each drop of water that splashed onto her skin. She took her weight back, lifting herself off Victor's hands. He responded by cupping her breast in his hand again. This time his palm pressed her fully erect nipple back into her firm flesh.

  She bit down onto the shaft of the riding crop. She could taste the leather, and something else. She fought to keep from dropping the riding crop.

  His other hand skimmed over her ass, his thumb pressed inside her aching vagina. Fiona cried out again, even louder than before. Her mind was sending the word MORE to her mouth, but all that came out through her clenched teeth was a scream of ecstasy. Victor's tongue lashed her clitoris over and over. She felt his thumb penetrate her, and the heel of his hand press against her wet, swollen lips. Her whole body shudder as the orgasm washed over her. She almost fell back on Victor. Fiona felt Victor stand behind her as her climax faded away.

  "Turn around," he instructed, taking the riding crop from her mouth.

  She began to stand up, but Victor stopped her by putting the riding crop on her shoulder. "I did not say stand up, only turn around." Fiona slowly turned to face him, still bent at the waist Her eyes were level with his hips. The only hair on his body was a small tuft above his cock. The skin on his abdomen was heavily scarred. He put one hand on his penis and pressed it to her waiting mouth. She felt the smooth skin of his cock on her lips.

  "Now get on your knees and take it."

  Fiona put her left hand on his erection. She put her right hand between her legs, pressing her fingers into her drenched pussy. As she looked directly at Victor, she brought her right hand up and smeared his penis with her wetness. Slowly she began to stroke his dick with both hands. HIs skin was velvet smooth, sliding easily within her grip. Fiona lowered her head slightly. With just the tip of her tongue, she licked the swollen head of his cock.

  "I'm not sure you know what 'Take it' means, " Victor said, putting his hand on the back of her head. He slowly pushed her head down onto his penis. Her tightly pursed lips slid over the head of his cock, stretching to accommodate his girth. When she had taken his entire length into her mouth and throat, he removed his hand. She pressed her tongue against his shaft and massaged him inside her mouth.

  Fiona put her left hand between her legs. When it was as wet, she gently cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. She smeared her wetness all over him. Fiona moved her lips and hand up and down his rigid shaft. She felt the riding crop resting on her shoulder, waiting to correct her. Fiona heard Victor moan. She was happy that he was satisfied.

  The moon came out from behind the clouds again. It illuminated the hillside behind the house, reminding Fiona that unlike the house, there were no privacy screen around the pool. She wondered if someone out in the darkness was watching them. Fiona pulled his cock down so that it was almost horizontal. As she moved her head and hand back and forth, she looked up at Victor. She could see him silhouetted against the night sky. He was watching her suck his dick with rapt attention.

  "I want to come in your mouth and on your tits, just like the last time I watched you suck a cock, " he said calmly. Fiona released his balls, putting her hand on her breast and caressing it. It caught VIctor's attention, and he moaned with approval. She pinched her nipple and pulled on it. The dark pink skin grew taut as she stretched it out.

  Victor put his hand back on her head, holding her still as he thrust his hips forward. Each time the entire length of his penis slid through her lips and into her hand, then forward until she felt the head of his cock press on the back of her throat. Fiona tasted his pre-cum and felt his body go rigid. He stopped moving, holding himself on the edge of orgasm.

  Fiona released her breast and moved her hand back between her legs. As Victor began to fuck her mouth again, she pressed two fingers past her lips. Her pussy clenched around the welcome intrusion. She pressed the heel of her hand against her clit, and wondered if Victor had noticed she was playing with herself. Fiona glanced up. Victor's eyes were closed. He was focused on what it felt like to be inside her mouth.

  He stopped again, this time with his cock only in her hand. She glanced down, and could see that a few drops of cum were leaking out. Fiona knew he was not going to last much longer. Slowly he thrust forward. As he entered her mouth she swirled her tongue around him. Holding the tip of his cock in her mouth, she stroked her hand up and down the shaft. She felt him start to quiver, then he released a flood into her mouth.

  Fiona let the first load fill her mouth, then she pulled her head back and pressed the purplish head of his cock against the dark pink flesh of her nipple. The second stream sprayed out, coating her left breast with hot, sticky liquid. Fiona laid his cock on top of her right breast and stroked it, milking the last load onto her skin.

  Finally she guided his cock between her tits. Fiona pressed her breasts together, using her interlaced fingers to push his penis into her cleavage.

  "Please fuck my tits. I want to feel your cock, " she whimpered. Victor complied with her request, thrusting his hips forward. His penis slipped easily between the firm globes of flesh, and he continued until his erection faded.

  Fiona stood up and faced Victor. She cupped her breasts in her hands. One at a time she pulled them to her mouth, slurping his cum off her skin. Victor watched her, seemingly without blinking. She finished by pinching her nipple between her teeth, then releasing it.

  "Your homework," Victor began, "is to give an oral report of tonight's activities to Frank. I think you should do this as soon as possible. I don't want you to forget any details."

  "Does that mean we are done for tonight?" Fiona asked.

  "Yes Fiona, that is all for tonight. You did very well. I like your creativity, even if it is at the expense of immediate compliance."

  Fiona stepped out of the pool, and followed the trail of candles back to the front door. As she walked down to her car, she felt the breeze. Her wet skin was chilled everywhere except between her legs.

  She started the car, but only drove a block. She pulled up in front of a dark house and picked up her phone.

  "Hi Frank. I'm supposed to tell you what I have been doing," she started.

  "Okay, " Frank replied.

  Fiona's free hand found its way between her legs. Moonlight and cool evening air flowed in through the open sunroof. She rested her hand on her thigh as she began to talk.

  "Victor asked me to drive to his house without any clothes on."

  "You without clothes is a wonderful thing. Are you still naked?"

  "Yes, are you?"

  "I am about to be."

  "Don't you dare touch your cock, that is for me to take care of when I get back," Fiona said sternly.

  "What happened when you arrived at his house?"

  "I walked through the house to the pool, but did not see anyone. As I was standing in the shallow end of the pool, Victor appeared behind me. He pressed his naked body against mine, and put his hands all over me."

  Fiona's fingers began to press against her pussy. She set the phone to hands-free and put her other hand on her breast. She could feel her nipple growing against her palm. She closed her eyes to recall what happened next.

  "He put his cock up against my ass. Having his hands on my tits and his cock up against me really turned me on. For a minute I thought he was going to fuck me in the ass."

  "Really, what happened next? " Frank asked enthusiastically.

  "I think you like the idea of me taking it in the ass. I didn't think you wanted that."

  "I think anyone that has seen your ass wants to. Even your girlfriend at the gym wants to fuck you in the ass. Now tell me what happened next."

  "Then he went down on me. His mouth was between my legs, licking and sucking on me. It felt so good my legs almos
t could not hold me up. He did that until I came," Fiona said as she pressed her thumb against her clit. She let out a low moan as she felt an orgasm building. Even as she told him about Victor licking her pussy, she was thinking about Frank's cock slipping inside her ass.

  "Fiona, are you playing with yourself?"

  "Of course."

  "But I can't?"

  "I assure you I will have plenty of orgasm left for you when I get home. I don't think you can say the same." she scolded.

  "That is so unfair," Frank lamented.

  "Then I got on my knees and put his dick in my mouth. I sucked his cock until he came all over me. He came in my mouth and on my tits. After he came, he tit fucked me until he was done."

  "Is that all?" Frank asked.

  "No, when he was done he watched me lick his come off my tits. I think he really liked that."

  "I really like that, and I wasn't even there."

  "Do you want me to do that for you? Would you like to watch me lick my own tits?"

  "Saying it like that is making it very difficult for me not to have an orgasm. Just thinking about that is enough to push a guy over the edge."

  "I will make it worth your while to wait. I want you to fuck me in the ass when I get home. You have about an hour to get ready," Fiona said, her voice dropping off to a moan as her orgasm swept over her.

  "I will be there. See you soon," Frank replied, his voice full of eager anticipation.

  "See you soon, " she said, hanging up the phone. She started the car and put it into gear. Just before pulling back onto the road she hesitated. She had just requested that Frank do something that would have been unimaginable six months earlier. Fiona recalled that moment at Victor's when she thought he was going to thrust his cock into her ass. She wondered what caused her to feel desire instead of shock and dismay. Whatever it was, she expected Frank would be ready for it when she got home. Fiona grinned to herself. She doubted Victor realized how quickly she would head down the path he had set her on.

  As she pulled onto the expressway she rolled down all the windows and let the cool night air wash over her naked body. Her speed increased to right on the edge of what would get her pulled over. Fiona was no longer concerned about explaining to the police why she was naked. In the end, her reason finally regained a bit of control, and convinced her desire that getting pulled over would mean delaying time until she could be with Frank.

  The End.

  Dirty, Dirty Girl

  She had never done anything like this before. She wasn't sure if she would go through with it. Things were bad at home, but had it come to this? A few hours before she had wandered across the street from her hotel to the bar and grill in search of something to eat, now she stared at herself in the mirror of her hotel room bathroom, a strange man sitting on her bed, waiting for her to return.

  She brushed the wayward strand of brown curls from her eyes and stared at herself. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She felt faint but giddy. The first time she had had sex flashed across her mind. A dorm room, a beautiful (but inexperienced) college boyfriend had done everything possible to make her feel special. A tingle rose through her body at the memory of having her legs wrapped around his waist.

  This was different. The anxious feeling in her stomach was the same but whereas that first time had been a night enfolded in youthful innocence and exploration, this was darker, corrupt, even... dirty. The word flashed through her mind and she felt herself get wet. "Dirty girl," she thought playfully to herself, "dirty, dirty girl." But far from dissuading her, the phrase helped her find her courage. She reveled in the thought. She would go through with it after all.

  She walked through the door wearing a red negligee that clung to the curve of her breasts and hips. He smiled, stood up and walked toward her. Not so much a walk, but a swagger. The same swagger he had used as he walked across the bar to her table. He wore that same confident smile that made her blush like a school girl.

  "I'm Rick," he said as he slid into her booth, not waiting for an invitation. She had glanced around nervously, not sure if she was looking for help or was afraid she'd get caught.

  "I'm married," she said trying not display the least bit of confusion.

  "So, what? You're not allowed to talk to other men?" he played coy. "That's a pretty tight leash your man keeps you. You're not in a cult, are you?"

  "What? No, of course..." and she trailed off, realizing he had unsettled her, gotten underneath her and caused a bit of confusion. He signaled to the bartender for a beer. She took a deep breath. "Look Rick, I'm very flattered but you'd best spend your time elsewhere. I'm really not interested."

  "Oh, come on now, I'm just being friendly. I'm guessing like me you're just passing through," He leaned a bit over the table and lowered his voice, "and to be honest, you're the only one who looks the least bit interesting to talk to." He was cute. He had a rugged, sun-baked look about him, but his speech made him seem more refined. He could pass for a cowboy, but she guessed he was more likely a teacher of some kind, or maybe even a doctor, something that needed some education.

  She smiled at the compliment. "Suit yourself."

  Now she stood awkwardly in the bathroom doorway trying to remember how to look sexy as he approached her. She needn't have worried. He unbuttoned his shirt as he approached her, letting it fall to the floor and revealing a well toned physique. She suddenly worried that her body, which was still well proportioned despite having become a bit fuller in the years of marriage, was not good enough for him. She took a hesitant half step backward, part out of shyness, mostly out of fear of rejection.

  There was no need for her to worry on that count. He stepped forward and took her by the curve where her waist flared out into her hips and ran his strong hands up her side, coming finally to caress the soft mounds of her breasts. She flinched at his strength, no one ever touched her like that anymore. He pushed her gently against the wall as his mouth found her neck. Kissing his way to her mouth she felt herself give way to his advances and her hips began to push against him, her leg wrapping around and rubbing up against his jeans.

  He put his hands on her shoulders, and turned them so that his back was against the wall. For a moment she looked confused but then she felt herself being guided to her knees in front of him and she understood. Her curls had fallen into her eyes again as she looked up at him from her kneeling position.

  "Undo my pants," He told her, "Take out my cock." It was not so much an invitation as a command. Her own school girl naivete which she had earned back after years of a sexless marriage had transformed her into someone who both knew and did not know what to do. Of course she had been here before, of course she had sucked her husband's cock many times in ten years of marriage, but this was not her husband and she lacked the confidence to instigate even though she had the desire.

  She quickly fumbled with his pant button and zipper, slid his pants down his legs and freed his rapidly growing cock from his pants. She held it in her hands, feeling its contours, its strength, its eagerness to fuck her. She felt his fingers slide through and gently take hold of her curls. She looked up at him and he smiled.

  Suddenly his cock pressed against her lips, parted them and filled her mouth. She struggled to find a rhythm, at first merely being used by him. "I'm no virgin," she thought to herself as she redoubled her efforts and began using her hand in tandem with her mouth. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of his cock on her tongue, the salty taste of skin and sweat. She felt her clit tingle at the thought of this foreign cock flooding her mouth with cum. She heard his voice.

  "That's it, let me fuck your sweet little mouth," and he groaned. She moaned around his cock, not daring to stop for fear he'd think less of her. Not that she could, his hand, though not hurting her, was quite insistent in the way it kept her too close to escape.

  "Reach down and rub your pussy. I want you to moan on my cock." When she reached between her thighs she found that she was as wet and ready to be f
ucked as she had ever been. She almost cried on his cock as she found her clit and rubbed furiously. She wanted to cum so badly.

  Suddenly he pulled her off his cock so fiercely that her lips smacked and she moaned into the empty air. He pulled her up by her shoulders and tossed her face down on the bed.

  "Oh no, you don't get to cum until I'm inside you." And he climbed up behind her on the bed. Almost by instinct she slid forward on her knees, arched her back and presented her wet cunt to him. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the length of her slit.

  "Such a dirty girl. You think your husband knows some guy is fucking his wife?"

  The tip of his cock hit her clit and she moaned out, "Noooo."

  He smiled, "Maybe we should call him."

  Her eyes went wide but before she could say anything the length of his cock slipped into her sopping, wet pussy. His strong hands held her ass in place as he opened her to him. Sliding out and driving back in, slightly deeper. She grunted like an animal in heat.

  "Either he never fucks you or I'm a bit bigger than he his." He panted out between thrusts. When she didn't answer he slapped her ass hard. "Which is it slut?"

  Under any other circumstance that word would have caused her to leave, but now, "Slut" rang in her ears and it rang true. Here she was fucking some stranger in a hotel room as he asked her about her husband. At least tonight she was a slut and the thought, combined with everything else, caused her whole body to shudder in an earthquake of an orgasm.

  Through it all, Rick kept fucking her, reaching places untouched in years. "I guess someone likes to be called slut, don't you slut?" He slapped her ass again.

  "Nooooo," she moaned out, still not wanting to admit that aloud.

  "Well you are a slut," he breathed, "a secret your husband doesn't know I bet. Look at you, being fucked by a total stranger in a hotel room. Fuck, you didn't even make me wear a condom before I fucked you."