Night With Mommy

by Sofia Connor

  You shove me harder, fucking me roughly so that your hand slaps my ass with each thrust. My legs are trembling and I can hear my heels tapping irregularly on the floor like some tin drummer having an epileptic fit. I lean further forward, my forearms resting vertically on the wall, my elbows banging against the tiles. I can't help but let out a little noise. I thought it would be a moan but it turned out more like a growl once it escaped my throat.

  The girl next door must be able to hear us. I wonder if she realizes that I'm being fucked by a girl or if in her imagination there's a man loose in the ladies bathroom. At least she's stopped pissing. I think she's just sitting there listening.

  You push your thumb between the cheeks of my ass and rock hard against me like you're trying to lift me off my feet using my pussy as a handhold. You put your other hand right under, your palm on my clit and your fingers hooking up towards my stomach. I want to cum. I want it so bad that I can't even form the words to tell you. My hands are grabbing uselessly against the wall and my legs are shaking. I think I might fall. I might just topple down against the toilet. Would you lean down and continue to fuck me if I fell? I can't take the risk, I want to cum so bad.

  She's still listening to us. I'd give her something to listen to if I could find my voice. Instead I just twitch against you. You rub me hard with one hand while you penetrate me with the other. I want to taste your pussy. I want my mouth on you. I want my hands on your breasts, between your legs. I want my finger up your ass. Mostly I just want to cum.

  I want to take a hand off the wall so I can grab my breasts and press them hard against my ribs. I want your fingers round my throat. I want to scream bloody murder and spit between my teeth. I want to shove myself so hard against your hand that I sprain your wrist.

  The orgasm hits me like an atom bomb; a deep hot glow that spreads and almost at once consumes my whole body in flame. I feel like a shell of tender skin around a fireball that threatens to consume me. You must feel me cum because you stop thrusting and press your hand firmly against me, holding it steady while I burn.

  My legs are so shaky that I have to remain leaning on the wall even after you withdraw you hand. After a few moments of catching my balance I manage to stand up. My dress falls back down to my thighs. I can feel my cheeks and throat flushed and sweet and I'm sure that I'll be glowing cherry red.

  I turn to face you and you press your wet fingers against my lips. I kiss them and take them into my mouth. I can taste my own pussy on your fingers. My breath is still unsteady, my lips tremble against your hand. You lick your lips and smile. I want to kiss you but I don't trust myself to move just yet.

  The lady in the stall next door flushes and makes her way quickly to the wash basins. I grin.

  "I reckon you fucked me so good that you got her off too."

  You grin back like you know you did.

  Once the other lady has left you unlock the door and go to wash your hands. I stay in the stall and clean myself up a bit before pulling my panties up. I go out to the wash basin and I splash a little water on my face and fix my hair. Then I straighten my dress and follow you back out into the bar.

  The End.

  The Hallway

  As you are walking down the hall towards the elevator suddenly you are pulled through a doorway and your mouth is covered so you cannot scream. It is very dark in the room you are now in and you cannot make out much. It appears to be an empty office and as you are forced down on the couch you feel your shirt being ripped apart buttons flying and then you feel something very cold on your back and your bra flies off as the knife blade cuts through the straps quickly.

  He grabs you by the hair and rubs your face on the front of his pants so you feel his cock against your cheek as he reaches behind you and slices the back of your skirt and rips it in half. In a muffled voice he commands you to unzip his pants and unclasp his belt and you obey. While still holding your hair firmly in his hand right down at your scalp he pulls his shorts down and slaps your face with his half erect cock. Now he begins to stroke it right in front of your face. As the wetness of his pre-cum begins to collect on the growing head of his weapon he now commands you to lick the head of his dick and you do. The salty taste and firm grasp he has almost makes you forget you are being forced to do what he pleases. As he rubs the head of his now hard cock across your eyebrows and forehead he is pushing his ball sac against your lips.

  He now looks directly into your eyes and says "Now suck my cock you whore, only the head at first until I tell you, you can suck the shaft. Now fucking do it you cunt!" As your lips engulf the head of his cock you are nearly crying from the anxiousness and fear. Now he grabs your hair with both hands to guide your head as he fucks your mouth. "I want to feel your tongue licking my cock inside your mouth you fucking bitch!" He says with great authority. You are not sure how to do this, but you do your best. He pulls his cock out ever once in a while and rubs the cum covered head back and forth across your lips and mouth.

  "Now my little whore you will suck my whole cock until I tell you to stop" and he rams his cock into your mouth and smacks your cheek with his hand as he grabs you by the hair to fuck your mouth. He has your hair on the back of your head in one hand and the other is grabbing one of your breasts now, a bit hard, almost painful. Although rough he appears to be trying to excite you rather than just hurt you. As his cocks throbbing gets stronger and stronger in your mouth he suddenly pulls it out and pushes you down on the ground. He grabs you and lifts you spinning you around so you land on your knees on the couch. You feel the knife again as he cuts your panties and they are gone. He rams his dry fingers into your wet pussy and says "GOOD, you want me to fuck you, you cunt!" and before the words have left the air he rams his dick into your pussy.

  You feel his big strong hands grabbing your hips and using them to FUCK you hard, fast and deep. He is ramming inside you so it hurts just a little, but you are getting so wet from the relentless attack of his cock that it is almost exciting and you feel your body climbing towards climax. Suddenly he smacks your ass so hard and loudly that it makes you clamp down on him and he nearly falls over from the intense sensation this causes. He reaches under neath you and smacks your tits and whispers in your ear "I am going to fuck you my little cunt until I cum all over you!" and he bites the side of your neck. You let out a moan of pleasure and he grabs your hair and is now ramming your pussy while pulling you back onto his cock with your hair. His other hand is smacking your ass and pinching your nipples as he uses you as hit fuck toy.

  He pulls his huge throbbing cock out of you and smacks your ass with it, then while still holding your hair pulls you around and slaps your face on both sides with his dick now dripping with your pussy juices. He rams it into your mouth and you taste his cum and your cunt juice as he fucks your mouth. He flips you over and spreads your legs apart and stands over you admiring his prey with his hand firmly around your throat. He slaps your tits back and forth and puts his arms under your legs lifting you on an angle so only your head and shoulders are on the edge of the couch and he tells you in a low voice, "Now I am going to fuck your wide open pussy you slut until I am ready to cum, then I am going to make you get on your knees and watch as I stroke my cock while you kneel before me. I will make you my little cumslut!" and he rams his cock deeply into you.

  After 20 minutes of intense fucking until you can barely breath he finally drops you to the floor and grabs your hair saying, "get on your fucking knees you slut" and he grabs a strap and ties your hands behind your back. After he has you tied he slaps your ass with another strap making a painful stinging sensation which makes your pussy even wetter. He does this several times and then moves in front of you and is slapping your breasts with the strap and grabs one of your nipples and twists it. Now he is slapping your nipples with his still erect cock. He leans down and sucks very hardly on the right nipple while grasping the left one. He now grabs both your breasts with his big hands and forces them together with his cock in between them. He
laughs an evil laugh as he fucks your tits and his cock bumps your chin. He commands you to tilt your head so his cock will go into your mouth while he continues to fuck your tits. He stops and grabs your hair wrapping some of it around his cock and is now fucking your hair right next to your face. The sensation of his cock fucking your hair right next to your face is a bit exhilarating and just as you are settling in on this idea he steps back.

  He now grabs your hair with one hand tilting your face upward and is stroking his cock with the other right above your face. He says to you, "Open your mouth and let me see your tongue now you whore, we are going to teach you to be a cumslut, MY fucking cumslut!" And you comply sliding your tongue a little out of your mouth. He leans down a bit touching the top of your tongue with his cock as he is stroking it. You can taste his hot cum and feel the head throbbing. He now says, "It is time you fucking cunt, it is time for you to become my cumslut. Make sure to keep your tongue out as I cover it with my hot cum!". And a shot of hot cum shoots into your mouth, the next covering your tongue and the next hitting your lips and falling to your tongue. He now commands "Now swallow my hot cum you whore and you will be my cumslut". The warm fluid slides down your throat and now you wonder how he will use you next, now that you belong to him and are his sex slave to be used and fucked and cum on whenever he pleases.

  The End.

  Not a Good Day

  As soon has she had him naked and secured his hands behind him she made him kneel in the centre of the room and went to get the phone. He kept his head bowed while she dialled.

  "Ask for Mary," she said, holding the phone to his ear, "explain to her why I need you punished."

  "Yes Mistress."

  She pulled a chair up beside him and leant forward so she could hear the conversation. The phone rang four times and was picked up, "Club Taboo, you are speaking to Clarissa, how may I help?"

  "Ah, can I, can I please speak to Miss Mary?"

  "Let me see, hold on a minute while I see if Mary is available. Who shall I say is calling?"

  "Ahh, ah, Miss Robertson's, ah, um, Fucktoy."

  "OK, Fucktoy, I think she is busy but I'll check and let you know when she can call you back."

  He could sense her smile. He thought he knew Clarissa, one of the University students that the Club employed on reception, a plump girl with a blonde bob and very bright red lipstick. She usually wore low-cut sleeveless dresses to show off a rose tattoo across one shoulder. The phone was silent, there was no hold music. If you rang Club Taboo it was up to you to entertain yourself while you waited. His heart was pounding as the silence dragged on.

  "No, sorry, Fucktoy, Mary is busy this morning; if you give me your number she will ring you at midday. May I ask what you want to talk to her about, Fucktoy?"

  His Mistress, listening, smiled grimly and pinched his nipple hard, nodding, Mary really was very good.

  "Yes Miss. Ah, um, Miss Robinson caught me with, um, a.." the twisting of his nipple got worse, "girlie magazine and she wants Miss Mary to punish me."

  His Mistress pinched his nipple painfully. "Severely."

  "OK, Fucktoy, I'll tell her you need to be punished for wanking and she'll call you back."

  "Well I wouldn't say..." but the receptionist had hung up, the smile in her voice almost becoming a chuckle.

  His Mistress sat up and took the phone away from his ear.

  "Midday then. I have things to do so you better hold the phone."

  She left him kneeling and went off to their play room. She came back with his collar, ankle cuffs and some chain. His hands were locked to the ring in the front of his collar and his ankles locked together and chained to the ring at the back. The chain was short enough to keep his back pulled up straight and the collar from pressing on his throat. She put the phone into his hands.

  "Don't drop it. Mary won't be happy if you miss the call and I won't be picking it up for you."

  She left him to wait then suddenly she was back and dropped the magazine she had found in the recycling in front of him.

  "Something for you to look at while you wait."

  He stared at the magazine. His name was clear on the address label. Behind the label a girl in matching lacy black bra and bikini bottoms stared back with a slightly questioning expression. She was pretty enough but nowhere near worth the trouble he was in. He sighed.

  The wait was interminable. There was no clock in the room so he had no idea how time was passing. Occasionally he heard his Mistress moving around the house, working he supposed. The phone was awkward with his hands locked together at his throat. He couldn't see the keypad and worried he would hang up instead of answering. His knees and ankles were aching after so long kneeling on the wooden floor.

  When the phone rang he jumped and very nearly dropped it. He fumbled it with his heart racing and his hands suddenly sweaty.

  "Is Fucktoy there, please?" came Mary's deep amused voice.

  "Yes, Miss, sp..speaking."

  The phone felt very slippery. His Mistress had come into the room and sat on the couch watching him intently.

  "So. You want to tell me about your wanking."

  It was a statement more than a question.

  "Well, n..not as such. My Mistress found a...a girly magazine." He said looking at his Mistress frowning at him.

  "A girly magazine. What a quaint way of putting it." Mary was frankly laughing now. "So you've been caught with a wank-mag and she wants you punished."

  "It wasn't..."

  "Excuses and explanations. We don't need them do we, Fucktoy? You've been thinking about playing with yourself over some dirty magazine and your Mistress wants you punished."

  "Yes, Miss.... severely." His Mistress nodded.

  "Good. When?"

  "Um. Ah. As soon as you can," he said looking at his Mistress for approval. She nodded.

  "OK. I'm booked up for today."

  His heart sank as he thought of waiting.

  "But then it shouldn't take too long, should it? I think the best thing for fucktoys who can't control themselves is to be caned. Don't you?

  He said nothing.

  "Don't you Fucktoy?"

  "Yes Miss."

  "Good. We're agreed then. I like it when you agree with me. What's the most you've had before?"

  "Ah, um, eighteen miss. I think."

  "Oh, Fucktoy, you are funny. Think again. I'm sure I remember giving you twenty-four at least once. Shall we call it a nice round thirty today so you have something easy to remember when I ask next time. Does that sound good to you?"

  "Ah... yes Miss." he was shaking badly with a mix of terror and excitement.

  "How many strokes was that, Fucktoy?"

  "Thirty, Miss."

  "Good. Do you think that will hurt, Fucktoy?"

  "Yes Miss." He was almost breathless.

  "Good. You see, I do like it when you agree with me. Don't worry, I will make very sure it hurts. Your Mistress can bring you in whenever she is ready and I'll thrash you after my last client at about six. I look forward to it. So should you."

  She hung up.

  He passed on the message to his Mistress with his voice shaking and as he held out the phone to her to put away, he dropped it. She unfastened his hands and feet and indicated his clothes, left over the back of the couch when she had made him undress. Immediately his heart started pounding and the breath was sucked out of him.

  He had been in his cleaning dress all morning and that was what she was pointing at. For months she had been threatening to make him go out in public in some of his women's clothes. It had been terrifying to think of in the indefinite future and now it seemed to be happening he was almost in shock. Hesitantly he picked up the lacy white knickers and matching bra and pulled them on. He had had the bra for only a few weeks. It had proper prosthetic breasts that matched his skin tone and looked surprisingly real. His Mistress watched.

  "Before we go out you had better tape that thing down. Properly."

  He went over
to the drawer in the big sideboard and rummaged around for the strapping-tape, glad to have something to do with his shaking hands. Finally he found it and tore off strips in the familiar routine. He took down his knickers, ran the strips of tape from his belly over his pubic hair, pulling his cock tightly down between his legs and taping over it, finishing off between his buttocks. When he had finished and pulled his knickers up it did look like a passable imitation of a woman's mons under the lace. The skin colour of the tape meant it didn't show through the sheer fabric.

  He put on the button-through cleaning dress and did up its front. It was pale blue with a wide white collar low cut front that showed the new silicone breasts against his shaved chest. He stepped into the moderately heeled blue shoes that matched the dress and waited. His Mistress went to find a wig and came back with a dark pageboy that she slipped over his short greying hair and held in place with hair clips. She stepped back to look, then held his chin to put some pastel pink lipstick on him. Dressed like that with the wig, his arms, legs and body shaved and his slight frame he did have a very feminine look.

  "Good," she said, "Very nice. I'm looking forward to seeing my pretty girl getting thrashed within an inch of her life to remind her to keep her little hands off nasty, dirty magazines."

  He stood in front of her with his head bowed, knowing it was pointless to try to explain; it would only make things worse. There was nothing he could do to avoid his humiliation and beating. His mouth was dry with fear, and excitement made his cock strain under its layer of tape. He followed her out across their lawn to the garage keeping his head down and hoping that no one would see him, even though he was sure his Mistress was going to show him off deliberately in a minute.