She watched from her chair.
I stripped.
When I took my panties off.
She frowned.
Stood.
I realized my mistake …
As she approached.
“I’m sorry,” I told her.
She walked behind me.
Ran her hand down my ass.
I parted slightly.
Her fingers touched my pussy.
Idiot, I told myself.
How could I be such an …
Idiot.
Her other hand reached around …
Pinched my nipple.
“You are a disrespectful young lady,” she said …
Whispering in my ear.
“I’m very …”
“Shut up, dear.”
I shut up.
Her fingers used my pussy.
Like you’d scratch a dog behind the ear.
She asked …
“Why are you here?”
“To be fucked,” I said.
“To be used.”
“Yes, ma’am. To be used.”
Her hand left my pussy.
She reached around.
Found my other nipple.
She was in her 60s.
But fit.
Several inches taller than me.
And her fingers were strong.
So very strong.
She pinched.
I withered.
“So tell me,” she said …
“Is that hair on your pussy some kind of message to me?”
“No ma’am,” I said.
I gasped.
As her fingernails joined the party.
“It was a mistake,” I said ..
“I should have shaved it,” I said …
“I’m sorry,” I said.
Sorry I was such an idiot.
And as the evening wore on …
Very sorry.
Very very sorry.
Yesterday morning.
When mother was shaving my pussy.
She ran her thumb …
Over my clit.
A couple of times.
She apologized later.
And asked me not to tell Mrs. Kort.
I told.
That’s why mother’s crying now.
Kneeling in front of Mrs. Kort.
Begging forgiveness.
Waste of breath.
There’s no forgiving …
In Mrs. Kort.
Mother was told from the beginning.
She has to shave my pussy every morning.
Other than that …
It’s off limits.
It belongs to Mrs. Kort.
Mother can only lick it or play with it …
When Mrs. Kort tells her to.
“Yes, Mrs. Kort,” mother says.
Her voice choking.
She stands up.
Takes off the crotchless panties Mrs. Kort makes her wear.
The only time those panties come off …
Are when her pussy is going to be whipped.
Or something is going to be done to her asshole.
And you know what?
Speaking of that …
I should get to fuck mother’s ass.
Since I told the truth.
Mrs. Kort let me fuck mother’s ass with a strap-on a month ago.
It was great.
She hated it.
It felt good.
I felt like …
It’s hard to describe.
So strong.
The more I that about it …
That would be fair.
After Mrs. Kort whips mother’s pussy.
I should get to fuck her in the ass.
It’s only right.
But, of course.
There’s nothing right …
About Mrs. Kort.
She’s not alone.
Thousands of women like her …
Are headed to work.
This morning.
Wearing a butt plug.
Some made a mistake last night.
Or said the wrong thing.
Some are being trained.
Others are just under the control …
Of strong, cruel bitches.
Whichever.
A day-long …
Painful intrusion.
Is their fate.
She got her lover off too soon last night.
She’s new to it.
In her mid-40s.
And it’s her first girlfriend.
But that’s no excuse.
Her lover wants it a certain way.
A certain rhythm.
She failed.
As least the ass whipping …
She got last night.
And again this morning.
Is starting to fade.
She shifts uncomfortably.
As she starts her car.
It’ll be a long day.
For her.
And thousands like her.
These are the women.
Who lick.
Who kneel.
Who apologize.
And cry.
The women.
Who wear it.
In the ass.
All the working day long.
Kasey lay across …
Alicia’s lap.
Put her hands behind her back.
Spread her legs.
Kasey was a great student.
From a small rural farm town …
She had made it to the university on a scholarship.
A good learner.
And she had learned …
How to be spanked.
Alicia held Kasey’s wrists in her left hand.
Warmed up with a few slaps.
To Kasey’s ass.
Then started in on …
Kasey’s pussy.
“What are you?” Alicia asked.
“A lesbian,” Kasey said.
And, oh, how she hated saying that.
That’s why she was made to say it.
Taught to say it.
The ritual continued.
“What kind?” Alicia asked.
“A lesbian whore,” Kasey said.
“What do you do?” Alicia asked.
She was slapping the ass now.
“I eat pussy,” Kasey said.
“What else?” Alicia asked.
Kasey spoke through tears.
“Ass licker. I’m an ass licker. I lick ass.”
Alicia stopped spanking.
Began to roughly finger …
Kasey asshole.
“What are you?” Alicia asked.
Kasey sobbed.
Alicia smiled.
She loved the way Kasey always sobbed at this part.
“A pussy eating, ass licking lesbian. A pathetic, worthless, pussy eating, ass licking lesbian whore.”
Alicia laughed.
She loved this.
I’m gonna do some nasty things to this fucking whore’s clit tonight …
She decided.
Some awful things.
Kasey undressed in her bedroom.
When she pulled off her panties …
She caught a look at herself.
In the mirror.
And began to cry.
It was wrong.
She knew.
To be … like that.
She wasn’t raised that way.
Her privates parts.
Shaved.
It was wrong.
She knew.
But Alicia.
The girl Kasey shared a dorm room with.
Made Kasey do it.
Shave it.
Made Kasey do a lot of things.
That were wrong.
That she was raised to know were wrong.
Alicia wanted sex … and those other things … all the time now.
Since that night.
That night of kissing …
And touching.
Kasey was weak.
Hungry for love.
She let it go too far.
Alicia was strong.
And mean.
Kasey believed her when she said she’d call Kasey’s mother.
Describe what they did.
Alicia’s last class should just about be over.
That’s why Kasey was naked.
She always had to be naked.
When Alicia was home.
One of the rules.
Like the shaved pussy.
Alicia had many, many rules.
All Kasey had …
Was despair.
Every mother hates it.
When I make her …
Tie up her daughter’s tits.
Every daughter loves it.
When I let her …
Tie up her mother’s tits.
Maternal instinct.
Versus adventurous youth.
It’s why I see a look of excitement.
In a daughter’s eyes.
When I whip her mother.
And a look of pain.
In a mother’s eyes.
When my riding crop …
Slashes …
Her baby girl’s pussy.
It’s why …
Being ordered to put on a strap-on.
And take her daughter’s …
Anal virginity.
Reduces a mother.
To tears.
But ass fucking.
Her mother.
Makes a daughter.
Wetter …
Than you’d ever.
Believe.
I look down.
See my daughter’s head.
Between my thighs.
See her tongue.
Stretched out.
Playing with my clit.
Teasing.
My clit.
Hmmm.
She just pressed on the base …
Of the butt plug.
Mrs. Kort put in me.
My daughter.
Working my ass and pussy.
Together.
Hmmm. Lord.
It’s a big butt plug.
Really big.
Uncomfortable.
Good.
I deserve it.
I’m a whore.
And a whore needs to be hurt.
A whore like me.
A woman …
Who fucks her own daughter.
That’s a whore.
Isn’t it?
Has to be.
Oh yes.
My daughter is starting to nibble.
Nibble on my clit.
She knows that gets me off.
Hard.
She’s a good girl.
Takes care of her mother.
Knows her mother is a whore.
But loves her anyway.
We went to the bedroom.
I fingered mother’s pussy.
Got it even wetter.
Pressed the crotch of her panties into it.
Got those really wet.
Told her to strip.
I put her panties in her mouth.
I went to the den where she kept the packing tape.
When she saw the tape …
I saw the first glimmer of fear.
In her eyes.
I taped her mouth shut.
With the panties inside.
“I’m also gonna tie you up,” I said.
The other time she wanted me to “hurt” her pussy, mother kept telling me what to do, when to stop.
“We’re doing it my way this time,” I said.
After ordering her to get on the bed …
I used her stockings.
Tied her wrists to the headboard.
Tied two more stocking just above her knees.
Stretched those back and tied the other ends to the headboard.
So her pussy was lifted slightly.
And spread wide.
She accepted it.
Didn’t struggle.
Didn’t struggle until …
I left.
And came back.
With tweezers. Pliers. Clothes pins.
A steel wool scrubbing pad. Electric toothbrush.
And more.
She struggled when she saw them.
A lot.
And cried.
I put them aside.
For a while.
And started with a belt.
I told mother I would.
I thought she’d be happy.
But it was more like she was …
Relived.
“Thank you,” she said.
“But I want you to get down on you knees first,” I said.
“Why?
“Just do it.”
“OK, sweetie.”
“Now beg for it.”
“What?”
“Beg for it.”
“But you just said …”
“Beg for it, mother.”
And she started to cry.
I let her.
I just waited.
Finally …
“Please. Please, sweetie.”
“Please what?
“Please … oh god. Please … hurt it.”
“Hurt what, mother? Hurt what how?”
“Oh, sweetie. You know.”
“No I don’t.”
“But … but, you just said … you said you would. Like last time.”
“Hurt what mother?”
She started to cry again.
Whispering through trembling lips, she said …
“My pussy.”
I let her cry some more.
Then asked …
“Why do you want me to hurt your pussy?”
She lifted her head. Tears rolled down her face.
“I don’t know, sweetie. I don’t know. You … you said you would. You did it … before.”
“OK. But this time, I’m gonna do it my way.”
She looked … wary.
She started to say something.
“Keep your mouth shut,” I snapped at her.
Her eyes grew wide.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” I repeated.
She nodded.
I told her to pull down her jeans.
“Rub your pussy,” I told her. “Through your panties.”
“I want those panties to be wet,” I told her.
“Soaking, nasty wet,” I told her.
“When I gag you with them.”
She nodded.
Rubbed.
Cried.
Pussy.
For 49 years, I don’t think I ever said that word.
Until I licked one.
Now.
It’s all I can think about.
Pussy.
My pussy.
Mrs. Kort’s pussy.
My daughter’s pussy.
I’m so horny.
Now.
All the time.
Now.
I wish I could play with my pussy.
Right now.
That would be …
Wonderful.
I’m so horny.
But my pussy …
Belongs to Mrs. Kort.
And I can’t play with it.
I have a vibrator.
Can you imagine?
Me.
With a vibrator.
I bought it after my first night with Mrs. Kort.
Back when I called her Eve.
I could use it.
I’m not supposed to.
But I could.
I know you wouldn’t tell.
But …
Somehow I think she would know.
And whip it.
I could take that.
That feels … interesting.
Stimulating, even.
But she might do something worse.
Like deny me her pussy.
And my daughter’s pussy.
I can’t risk that.
Pussy.
I have to have it.
I have to have it …
Or I’ll just die.
I need it.
I need it bad.
It’s all I care about now.
Pussy.
In my mind.
I called the girls …
Tats and Tits.
Because one had those barbed wire tattoos around her biceps.
And the other.
Had a real nice pair.
Tats grabbed a fistful of my hair.
And pulled my mouth off the VP’s dildo gag.
She tugged.
And led me on my hands and knees.
To the desk.
“Get up,” she said.
I struggled to my feet.
A little awkwardly since my panties and pantyhose were around my thighs.
Tits was behind the desk.
Rolling the chair out.
Rolling it over to where the VP knelt.
Tats gripped the back of my neck.
Forced the top part of my body flat on the desk.
Her other hand …
Went roughly between my thighs.
And I was roughly fingered.
My clit and pussy lips.
Roughly pinched.
And then I was spanked.
Since the side of my face was flat on the desk …
I could see.
Barely.
Out of the corner of my eyes …
Tits.
Taking off her jeans and panties.
Sitting down on the desk chair.
The VP leaned forward.
Began to use the dildo gag.
On the young pussy before her.
Tats stopped spanking me.
Pinched again.
Said …
“When she’s done, you’re going to do me. Understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
“And when that’s done,” she said, “we’re going to the hotel room the old bitch got for the weekend.”
She let go of my neck. Pulled me up and turned me around.
She grabbed both of my nipples between strong thumbs and fingers.
Jerked me up against her.
Whispered in my ear.
“I don’t know who you are,” she said, “but I’m glad you’re here. The old bitch was getting boring.”
“My name is Eve,” I said. “Not too many bruises, OK?”
She smiled. “Not too many,” she said.
Twisted my nipples. Added …
“I’m more into crying and shit than leaving marks.”
She was the university’s vice president for admissions.
The boss of the boss of my boss.
I had seen her around.
I had never seen her …
Like this.
I was working late.
Collating the thumbs-up and thumbs-down letters.
They had to be to the VP’s secretary by morning.
So I went to drop them off.
I put them on the secretary’s desk.
Noticed the door to the inner office was open.
Peeked inside.
Saw the VP.
She was kneeling.
Across from the door. In front of the windows.
Her blouse was open.
The cups of her bra were pulled down under her breasts.
Her skirt was bunched around her knees.
Her panties and pantyhose were around her thighs.
But …
Believe it or not …
All that barely registered.
My attention.
Was riveted on her haunted eyes.
And the black dildo gag.
Beneath them.
In fact.
I was so riveted by that sight.
I didn’t hear the girls coming in.
Coming back from the soda machine.
And that was why.
A few minutes later.
I, too, was kneeling.
My dress and bra on the floor.
And …
Like her …
My panties and pantyhose.
Were around my thighs.
As I sucked the dildo gag.
It’s cruel.
Telling a mother she can’t cum.
When her daughter.
Is expertly eating her pussy.
Nibbling … tonguing … her clit.
Cruel.
Yes.
But I was feeling cruel.
That night.
I wanted to use my riding crop.
Jodi was gasping.
Begging me to let her cum.
She let out a loud sob.
When I again said …
No.
Her daughter Molly sensed my mood.
And knew better …
Than to help her mother out.
Molly licked, bit and sucked.
Her mother’s clit.
Without mercy.
Jodi screamed.
Started to cum.
When it was over …
… a body-shaking orgasm that took a while …
Molly climbed quickly off the bed.
And got as far away from me as she could.
She knew how vicious.
I can be.
When disobeyed.
Jodi curled up in a ball.
And cried.
She looked up at me.
A plea in her eyes.
Her wet, already red eyes.
A plea.
For forgiveness.
I just stared back.
“Is that my pussy?” I asked.
“Yes, Mrs. Kort,” she whispered.
And covered her face with her hands.
The sobs shook her body.
She knew what was coming.
I went to my closet.
Got my riding crop.
And got down to business.
“I can’t help it.”
“Sure you can.”
“How? It’s not …”
“You should be more careful.”
“I am. I wear a bra. Always. Like you say.”
“That’s not enough.”
“But … I can’t … It’s not my fault.”
“Sure it is.”
“No.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Oh god, no! I’m not. I’m not.”
“Then it is your fault.”
“I have large breasts. I can’t help that.”
“You should be more careful. In how you move.”
“OK. I will be.”
“I don’t want other women looking at … those.”
“OK.”
“Thinking about them.”
“OK. I understand.”
“Those are for me. Right?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Only for me.”
“Yes.”
“That’s right.”
“Oh my god. You’re not … You are. You’re going to hurt them. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh please! Please don’t.”
“Going to teach you. Teach you to be more careful.”
“Please!”
“Not to jiggle.”
“Oh god.”
“To be more careful.”
“Don’t tie them up again. Please!”
“Damn right. Tied. Tight.”
“No!”
“And whipped.”
“No. No. Please, no.”
“You need to … to remember. Remember to … move more carefully. This will help you remember.”
“No.”
“Yes. And all night.”
When I got home that night.
Mother was curled up in the corner of the sofa.
Reading a book.
Wearing her glasses.
And a pair of black lace panties.
Nothing else.
All my life …
People have told me over and over …
How beautiful.
My dark-haired, dark-eyed mother is.
And now.
Since our time earlier this year with Mrs. Kort.
She’s mine.
I fuck her.
No one else does.
Those panties.
She wears those.
And only those.
Because that’s what I want her wearing …
When she’s waiting for me.
To come home.
To take her to the bedroom.
To use my strap-on.
And take her.
First her mouth.
Then pussy.
And finally her ass.
I take it all.
Whenever I want.
She looks up.
Smiles.
Puts the book down.
Starts to take off her glasses.
“No,” I say.
“Leave them on,” I say.
It’ll add a little spice.
Hmmm.
Kind of strange.
How dominating and fucking your own mother.
How even that.
Can get routine.