Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  Derek looked over at Louise, who was coolly sipping her drink and viewing proceedings with detached disdain.

  "Had one of them blue pills before you lot came, think the bitch will appreciate it?"

  "Oh I'm sure she will Derek, I'm sure she will."

  Julie felt his full weight press against her from behind, pining her to the desk and with some adjustment she had the tip of his fat cock lined up with her tight asshole. With a grunt and a shove he was sliding into her and once in he pulled back only to slam forward again. Then he reached over, picked up his cigar and began to fuck Julie while puffing contentedly on his Cuban. Julie had rarely welt so worthless and abused but when she lifted her head and stared at Louise she got no comfort. Her 'handler' was glaring at her with hatred and pleasure in her eyes, she was obviously enjoying Julie's humiliation.

  Derek pumped her like that, across his desk for nearly twenty minutes. He was slow but hard in his thrusts into her and every so often he would grunt or make some derogatory, sexist comment across to Louise. But as it became obvious he was nearing the point of climax he suddenly pulled out of Julie's arsehole and waddled around his desk and thrust his dick into the surprised Julie's mouth. The smell and taste were awful and he held her head so that the full length of his dick was jammed in the blonde's throat before it started to throb and spasm and then began to spray wave after wave of watery cum deep into Julie's throat.

  When he was done he wiped the last of his cum on her red lips and quickly zipped up his trousers and walked back around the desk and resumed his cigar.

  "Yeah babe, the bitch can have the gig, she's got a decent enough body that the punters will like. Her tits are a bit girl next door but we can pair her with one of our livelier girls for a show so we can make use of her. Bring her back this time next week, make sure her hairs been dyed and her tan is full by then, OK?"

  Louise listened and nodded and waited as a subdued and degraded Julie got dressed again. They exited through the Club and as it was a bit busier they stopped to watch some of the dancers in various states of undress. Louise stopped and pointed to a couple of blondes putting on a naked lesbian show and said.

  "Just think, that'll be you this time next week. And guess what as a surprise I'm going to be contacting a few old friends through Facebook just so you'll have plenty of familiar faces to see your debut. I might even convince your sister to come along, think that would help your case with her?"

  The End.

  Flying The Friendly Skies

  "When the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign..."

  I sat slightly forward hoping that the young Captain sitting across the isle from me would get a good view down my shirt. I had rather ample bosoms and the low cut shirt and Victoria Secret bra I was wearing made them look even bigger.

  He had caught my eye when he boarded the plane and I had hoped that he would take the seat next to me. To my luck, an overweight aging business man sat next to me, and the Captain sat across the isle next to a June Cleaver look-a-like.

  I listened as he spoke softly to the woman next to him. He would be flying the next leg of this flight, but for now he planned on sitting back and enjoying the ride.

  He was a handsome man. No older than 30 with a brown crew cut, piercing blue eyes, and a strong square jaw. His lips were full and sexy, and his ass had filled out his uniform pants very nicely.

  As he laughed at something the older woman said, he glanced my way. I had been noticing each glance he stole. They were becoming more frequent. And even though he was trying to hide the fact, it was apparent his gaze was locked on my tits each time.

  A soft ding sounded and the seatbelt sign turned off. He looked my way again and I turned slightly, waiting for his eyes to reach my face. I gave him a huge smile and tilted my head to the side, indicating the rear of the plane. His face showed no reaction.

  I then unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up. As I made my way toward the back of the plane and the cramped bathrooms, I could feel myself getting wet.

  I slid open the door to the restroom, looking back toward the front of the plane. He was watching but had an odd look on his face. Had the pilot really never been propositioned on a plane before? I found that hard to believe. Perhaps he had not understood the non-verbal cues? It was looking more and more like I'd be getting myself off in the bathroom.

  He continued to stare, and I met his eyes once more and smiled. "Come on sexy," I thought to myself, "Figure it out before some balding business man feels the need to drop a load."

  I turned and entered the restroom, closing the door but not locking it. I stood there for maybe two minutes before I heard a light tap on the door. I stood back as the door opened and the young pilot stood there looking dumbfounded. I just smiled and crooked my finger at him, motioning for him to enter.

  He hesitated only briefly before entering, closing the door and sliding the lock home. His eyes narrowed as they roamed all over my body. When they finally reached my face there was confusion and desire in his eyes.

  I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. They were just as soft as they looked. After a moments hesitation, they were crushed against mine in a demanding kiss. His tongue prodded for entrance and I eagerly submitted by tangling my own against his plundering muscle. His hands groped my chest, squeezing my breasts to the point of pain. I moaned into his mouth, voicing my approval of his rough treatment.

  The neck of my shirt was loose and low cut and as he pulled down on the fabric, my tits were exposed. They were barely contained by the lace material of my bra and a nipple was already exposed.

  His kisses began to travel across my jaw to my lower neck as he deftly plucked each breast from its meager confines. His fingers twisted and pinched each nipple as his mouth sucked just below my left ear.

  My hand made its way down to his crotch and his rather impressive bulge. I could feel the outline of his hard cock as I rubbed it through the fabric of his pants.

  I gasped as his mouth finally found my large and erect nipples. He sucked them into his mouth as his hands continued to ruthlessly squeeze my breasts.

  As I used one hand to massage the front of his pants, the other was struggling with his zipper. I wanted my mouth on that cock and soon. As soon as the zipper was released I reached my hand in his pants to cup his massive erection. I squeezed against the soft cotton as I sought out the opening of his boxer briefs. Finally my finger made contact with the silky hardness of his cock and I stroked the length of him with my hand. He bit down harshly on a nipple as his hand reached up instinctively to cover my mouth, stifling my moan.

  After of few stokes of his cock, I pulled its length from the confines of his uniform pants. He was larger than I thought and I licked my lips in anticipation.

  The hand that had moments ago suppressed my groan was now eagerly pressing my head downward. I held back a smile as I rejoiced that he was, after his initial trepidation, completely into this.

  The restroom did not afford room for him to stand and me to kneel before him, so I sat down on the commode as I leaned forward to take the head of his hard shaft between my lips. He tasted salty and just a little sweet. I pulled back and licked my lips, looking at him before resting my tongue against his purple head. His eyes closed, head thrown back in a silent moan, as his hands settled on either side of my face. He guided my mouth further onto his waiting cock. I moaned as his length entered my hot mouth, the vibration giving him pleasure as his hips jerked back slightly.

  My mouth now took in his entire length, the tip of his cock bumping the back of my throat as he began to thrust himself in further. I breathed slowly through my nose to keep from gagging as his hands continued to force my head further onto his cock. I swallowed as my nose touched his groin, and his grip on my head tightened. The slight pain excited me even more.

  We started a frantic rhythm of sucking and thrusting as I reached between his legs to cup his balls. Rolling each between my fingers, I then ran my index finger just below them as I
sucked his entire length into my mouth. Saliva dripped from the sides of my mouth and I was sure that anyone waiting outside the door would be able to hear the sucking and slurping noises I was making.

  That final deep pull of my throat must have been his undoing because he suddenly jerked me to my feet. Violently he spun me around and pushed down on my back, bending me over the toilet. I caught myself with my hands just before my face slammed into the wall.

  I thrilled as I felt his rough hands push my skirt up over my ass. He growled quietly as he ripped my now soaked thong from my body. Without warning he thrust into my sopping pussy, fully impaling me on his cock. His thrusts were hard and quick, pushing my body forward with each movement. I could feel his cock banging against my cervix with each plunge and reveled in the pleasure of the pain it caused. I loved a forceful fucking.

  He lasted only a few minutes before pulling my ass back against him and shooting his seed deep inside my quivering cunt. After several moments he pulled out and stood there catching his breath as I watched over my shoulder. I stood and turned to face him. I could feel his cum leaking down my leg. I reached my hand between my legs, gathering up his thick milky jism on my fingers. I brought them to my mouth, licking the sweet cum from them, savoring the taste of our combined juices on my tongue.

  He just stood watching me for a moment. A soft ding sounded in the enclosed space. The fasten seatbelt sign had come back on. I reached down, tucking his now flaccid prick back into his pants and pulled his zipper up. Tucking my swollen tits back into their confines, I adjusted my clothing and gave the stunned pilot a wink as I unlocked the door and returned to my seat, his cum leaking from my pussy with each step.

  The End.

  He's a Mystery

  As Julie lay sleeping, lost in dreams of playing on a white sandy beach somewhere sunny, a sound woke her. She opened her eyes to look up sleepily into the shadowy face of a man. His hand came down to cover her mouth and stifle the sound of her terrified screams. She grabbed his wrists and pulled at them. No matter how much she tugged, he would not let go. Julie began to kick as the oxygen seemed to dwindle, and she began to feel lightheaded.

  The sound of his soft laughter curled around her ear as she felt him crawl up onto the bed beside her. Struggling harder, Julie almost twisted out of his grasp. His laugh became a snarl and she heard the click before the cold metallic feel of handcuffs registered around her wrist as he jerked her arms up to the post of her canopy bed. She begged him to release her just as the second click was heard.

  The man moved back off the bed and began to pull off his clothing. Julie begged him not to hurt her, but he never responded. She began to tremble in terror as she heard the sound of a zipper opening. The loud thud of his shoes being tossed onto the floor at the foot of the bed seemed to echo through the room, and then she felt the mattress shift again. Julie opened her mouth to scream, and a knotted silk scarf was quickly shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head.

  She began to kick again, so he straddled her thighs to hold her down. She tried to buck up against his body hoping to throw him off, but he only laughed. Then he grasped the neckline of her gown and ripped downward, as the front separated easily. His hands slid inside and began to knead her bare breasts. His fingers finding and slowly rolling her tender nipples between them.

  Julie went completely still, afraid that any further movement on her part would make him handle her rougher. At that point he spoke for the first time.

  "Good, very good!" he whispered, "I can either hurt you, or not. It all depends on how well you behave."

  Leaning down he licked across her lips around the gag. She looked up, eyes wide. The shadows were so thick she could barely make out the shape of his face. His body lifted up and for just a moment, she breathed a sigh. But, her relief was short-lived as he finished tearing the gown open and spread the ragged sides back to give him an unhindered view. Then he stretched out on top of her completely exposed body.

  He bent his head and left a trail of nibbling bites across her shoulder. Placing the heel of his hand under her chin, he pressed her head back, baring her throat. His lips moved across her skin until he reached the other shoulder. His hands moved back to her breasts, thumbs once again stroking back and forth across the sensitive skin around her nipples.

  One knee pushed down and separated her thighs. The other knee followed and with one swift movement, forced her legs apart as his hips lowered. Julie moaned to feel the head of his swollen cock pressing against her opening. He moved gently, rubbing along the slit that seemed to be growing damp.

  He softly said, "I will have you. Nothing you can do or say will stop me. You should just lay back, relax and enjoy me. Because I intend to enjoy you."

  She watched as his mouth lowered to her breast. His tongue slid out and she jumped to feel it curl around her nipple, just before it disappeared between his lips. The gentle drawing she felt at her breast caused a curious tingling sensation. Before she realized it, her hips shifted and Julie felt, rather than heard, the soft rumble of his pleased laughter. She tried to stop but, couldn't help the moan that filtered out around the gag.

  The feel of his hand moving down between her legs caused her to stiffen again. But when his fingers began to toy with her clit, she jerked against them. They moved slowly up and down the length of her slit, lightly teasing. Her eyes drifted closed and she whimpered around the gag. The feeling of pleasure coursing through her only intensified as his mouth moved to the other nipple. The feel of his lips and teeth nibbling on the puckered nub made her body flush hotly.

  He reached up and slipped the gag from Julie's mouth. As it pulled free, he covered her mouth with a deep kiss. Her arousal was so complete that she no longer thought about being restrained. He reached up and released her hands. They fell immediately to his shoulders, pulling at him. His hand guided the head of his cock between the slick lips of her aching opening, and slid deep into the damp heat. The sigh that came from her flowed into his mouth, winding around his tongue.

  He began to move slowly but steadily against her. Bringing the head almost to the edge of her quivering hole before thrusting back into her. Julie's mystery man began to pump in and out of her in a slow, but ever-increasing, rhythm, her body moving to match it. His mouth moved slowly from her lips ... down across her cheek ... licking her neck ... onto her shoulder. His teeth bit her shoulder gently, not to hurt but to mark her as his. Large, strong hands cupped her breasts, his thumb and forefinger teasing the hard nipples.

  In the back of her mind, Julie knew she should struggle against what this man was doing to her. But it felt so good, she couldn't. Julie could feel the approaching orgasm getting closer and closer. Her breathing grew harsher and the escaping moans a little more shrill. Somewhere in the back of her mind, his pleased groans registered.

  He began to whisper against her ear, "cum for me, beautiful ... cum all over my cock".

  She opened her eyes and looked up to plead with him for more. His lips kissed and suckled her earlobe. Warm air drifted across her neck as he gasped and moaned his arousal. Suddenly it hit, a hard, full-blown orgasm. Julie couldn't breath as her body stiffened under him and began to jerk violently against his body.

  Helplessly she screamed over and over again. He raised up and watched her moving under him. Her fingers curled against his chest, nails biting into his skin. With a shudder he began to fill her body as he pressed deeper and deeper between her quivering thighs. Julie lay limply under the mysterious man, panting as she looked up, searching the shadows for his face.

  He whispered close to her lips, "I will come back for you, lover. You belong to me now."

  Julie didn't try to stop him as he covered her trembling body with the sheet. She didn't speak as he bent to gather his clothes. She didn't scream, or dial the phone as the French doors closed behind him. She merely touched the kiss bruised lips, and then stroked her fingertip over the tender nipple still tingling from his touch. Julie turned over onto her side, and drifte
d off to sleep wearing a satiated smile.

  The End.

  Inviting Disaster over Us

  "You can't Rachel," he plainly stated. "You know what mom and dad said." Sam took another bite from his apple and resumed reading the paper.

  Rachel and Sam were left alone for the next two days while their parents had decided their marriage needed a new spark and they hoped that two weeks in Aruba would do the trick. Sam had been put in charge of the household money and his dad had made it clear to the both of them that he was to keep Rachel out of trouble and he had full say over her dos and don't s. She turned 18 only a few weeks before and she was every bit her mother, both in the physical sense, having a very petite frame with long red blond curly hair, and the literal, having the same short fuse when it came to not getting what she wanted.

  "Oh come on, don't be such a puss!" She said as she grabbed the paper out of Sam's hands letting out a squeal of mischief.

  Distracted Sam looked up at his sibling. How often had he looked at her and turn his head down in shame as his dick grew watching her small frame and firm perky breasts. Man she was a sight. And he would do anything for her. On the other hand, Sam himself, at age 24 wasn't ugly either. Short blond with a tint of red curly hair, but perhaps his slightly skinny built which together with his length of 5'2 didn't boost his confidence much. He never really learned to stand up for himself; he was like his farther in that sense.