• 2nd June
    2012
  • 02

On the side of certain angels

Molly was over my knees.

Ass red.

From the spanking.

I parted her cheeks.

Nodded.

Her mother Jodi …

Kneeling there.

In front of us.

Bent over.

Slid her tongue.

Into her daughter’s ass.

I fingered …

Molly’s young clit.

Jodi bit her daughter’s ass.

A few times.

Then sank her tongue.

Back in.

Back in deep.

I fingered.

Jodi tongued.

Molly shivered.

Asked to cum.

Like a good girl.

Should.

Jodi asked.

To masturbate.

Like a good girl.

Should.

Good girls.

Both …

Being …

Very good girls.

Mother and daughter.

Doing.

Bad things.

Like every.

Good girl.

Should.

  • 1st June
    2012
  • 01

Colleagues

It was Karen.

I thought I would die of embarrassment.

And from the look in her eyes …

She felt the same.

We were colleagues.

Both Art History professors.

Known her a dozen years.

I was naked.

On my knees.

Wearing a dog collar.

And eating a pussy.

When Karen was brought into the dorm room.

***

A few minutes later.

I was lying on the floor.

Karen on top of me.

We had been ordered to perform a 69.

An anal 69.

I had my tongue in Karen’s ass.

She had her tongue in mine.

The girls watched.

And snickered.

The four girls I had been servicing.

And the new one.

Who had brought Karen.

***

Department committees.

Tenure reviews.

I had spent do much time with Karen over the years.

Together.

In so many room.

But no rooms like this room.

I watched.

As the girls prepared Karen.

For a pussy whipping.

Watched.

Her panties …

Forced into her mouth.

Watched.

Her eyes.

Trying not to meet.

Mine.

  • 31st May
    2012
  • 31

A small thing

“What the fuck are these?”

“Panties.”

“Don’t talk smart to me, bitch.”

“Sorry.”

“I found these in the dirty clothes basket.”

“OK.”

“Whose are they?”

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen you wear them.”

“I just … I got them last weekend. You let me go shopping and …”

“What’s her name?”

“Whose name?”

“The whore, you bitch. The whore you brought home.”

“Oh, no. It’s …”

“The whore you fucked. The whore who left her panties here.”

“Those are mine.”

“You lying bitch.”

“I swear!”

“Yeah? Well, they’ve been worn. I can tell. And I’ve never seen them.”

“I changed. I wore them to class and I changed.”

“Right.”

“I did. It was that night. That night I did a strip dance for you.”

“You were wearing that slutty black thong.”

“Because I changed.”

“Lying bitch.”

“I changed. To something sexier. For you.”

“OK, enough. I want to know.”

“What?”

“WHOSE FUCKING PANTIES!”

“Oh no.”

“WHAT’S HER FUCKING NAME, YOU CHEATING LYING FUCKING SLUT BITCH. YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

“Please. I’m scared.”

“I’m going to whip your pussy.”

“No. Oh, please no.”

“With your whore’s panties in your mouth.”

“They’re mine. I swear.”

“Shut up. I mean, open your mouth. Now shut up.”

  • 30th May
    2012
  • 30

Best seat in the house

It’s so hot.

Watching a woman.

On her knees.

Licking.

And sucking.

A strap-on.

Begging.

To be fucked.

Begging.

To be fucked …

Hard.

Taking the dildo.

Deep in her mouth.

Then kissing …

The tip.

And promising.

To be a whore.

In bed.

If only …

Please please please.

Fuck me.

Take me to bed.

And fuck me.

Please fuck me.

I need to be fucked.

My pussy’s so wet.

Fuck your whore.

Fuck your whore’s wet pussy.

Please.

She licks it.

Up and down.

Please.

I need it so bad.

Please.

Fuck me.

Fuck me and …

Be vicious.

Please.

So hot.

To watch that.

Really hot …

When it’s a mother on her knees …

Looking up.

And a daughter …

Ten inches away.

  • 30th May
    2012
  • 30

Forever finding a lower place

I put the daughter’s butt plug in first.

Snug fit.

Tight little ass.

The mother …

Pulled down her crotchless panties.

Her asshole resisted the plug, too.

She was nearing 50.

But was an anal virgin.

Until recently.

Until that night.

Her daughter and I.

Took turns.

With strap-ons.

Several turns.

I ordered the daughter to kneel.

To eat her mother’s pussy.

Through those crotchless panties.

I stood.

Behind the mother.

Kissed her neck.

Ran my fingers.

Over the tits …

Spilling out of a cupless bra.

It didn’t take long.

That forbidden tongue.

Ever-growing in experience.

The wrongness of it all.

Electrified her.

She could barely breathe.

Could barely ask …

“May I please cum, Mrs. Kort?”

I said yes.

And put a hand over her mouth.

So she could scream.

  • 29th May
    2012
  • 29

Before and after there’s an in between (Part 2)

READ THE FIRST PART HERE


“I don’t like being hurt,” Marie explained.

“But I bear it,” she said. “I get through it.”

“Because?” I asked.

“Because I love knowing I’m about to be hurt. Waiting to be hurt. Feeling helpless.”

She went on …

“The waiting. The anticipation.”

She smiled.

“Hearing the swish of her cane as she warms up.”

She drank her coffee in silence a few moment.

When she spoke again …

It was almost like she was talking to herself.

“Knowing a strong woman … a strong, sexy young woman. Knowing she’s going to … to …”

She reached out. Closed a hand over mine.

“My god, Eve,” she said. “She’s been caning my ass almost every day.”

Her voice sounded dreamy.

“Waiting for it, Eve. Exposed. Helpless. I love it. I ache for it.”

She took another sip.

Then said …

Softly …

“Afterward, she always lets me have a good long cry.”

“A good long cry,” she repeated.

And said …

“But only after I kneel and kiss her pussy.”

“Not lick,” she explained.

“Kiss.”

“I kiss her pussy, Eve.”

“And I thank her.”

“And then I cry.”

“And start waiting …”

“For the next time.”

She picked up the check.

“I love the waiting,” she said.

“It’s worth every scar.”

  • 29th May
    2012
  • 29
First she said, “A what?”Then she said, “No.”Then she said, “Please. Please don’t.”Then she said nothing …For a long time.Afterward.She always said, “Yes, ma’am.”And never made eye-contact.Not even in the mirror.

First she said, “A what?”

Then she said, “No.”

Then she said, “Please. Please don’t.”

Then she said nothing …

For a long time.

Afterward.

She always said, “Yes, ma’am.”

And never made eye-contact.

Not even in the mirror.

  • 29th May
    2012
  • 29

Before and after there’s an in between (Part 1)

“I like the waiting,” she said.

We were at a corner table in one of the campus cafes.

She contined.

“Naked from the waist down. Leaning forward slightly. My nervous …”

“Not even heels?” I asked.

“What?”

“You said naked from the waist down. You don’t wear heels?”

“Christ, Eve. Of course. I meant except for heels.”

“OK. Just wanted …”

“Now I’ve lost track. You always …”

“You’re leaning forward. Something about nervous.”

Marie frowned.

Took a sip of her coffee.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Go on. Why do you like the waiting?”

As I’ve mentioned here before …

My friend Marie is a professor at the college. Middle-age and she likes being dominated my young female students.

The current one …

Dana …

Is into caning.

And so is Marie now.

“I was going to say my nervous fingers gripping the back of the chair.”

I nodded. She went on.

“Waiting. Like that. My ass raised slightly.”

She took another sip.

“My legs parted a bit,” she said.

She sighed and lowered her voice.

“My pussy so goddamn wet.”

  • 29th May
    2012
  • 29

Not now as once was

Yes, it hurts.

I have large breasts.

And at my age …

Well, you know what happens.

They were once so shapely.

What my daughter does to them …

It hurts.

But somehow.

What she says about them …

Hurts more.

When Mrs. Kort ended it with my daughter and me.

I was relieved.

But no, my daughter said.

Not an end.

A new beginning.

Just her and me.

I’m wearing a see-through black teddy.

And a really skimpy black lace thong.

Much too tight.

For me.

At my age.

The tits droop.

The hips widen.

Sexy panties get much too tight.

Age.

So unfair.

And a thong?

It has to be a thong.

To embarrass me.

To show my ass.

My “fat ass” …

My daughter calls it.

Time.

It hurts.

The black teddy is pulled up.

Over my breasts.

That my daughter is tying up.

I try not to listen.

It hurts.

The things she says …

They hurt.

My tits are all tied up now.

I face forward.

Put my hands behind the back of my head.

My daughter stands.

Picks up the belt.

My large …

Once beautiful breasts.

Hurt by age.

And now by youth.

  • 27th May
    2012
  • 27

A night to regret (She sized me up)

READ OTHER PARTS HERE


It wasn’t her master bedroom.

There was just a bed there.

And a dresser.

And two chains.

Hanging from the ceiling.

Above the bed.

With clamps on the ends.

She told me to sit on the bed.

She attached the clamps to my nipples.

She told me to lie back.

The chains weren’t long enough.

Of course.

So my tits and nipples.

Were stretched.

Very painfully.

She uncuffed my wrists.

Cuffed them again to the headboard.

Took the two pillows and put them under my ass.

She stripped.

Opened the dresser.

Took out …

A black strap-on dildo.

Buckled it up.

Took a condom from the dresser.

Put it on the dildo.

Next out of the dresser …

A bottle of lubricant. And a hand towel.

She lubed up the condom.

Walked over.

Spread the lubricant around …

And in …

My asshole.

She walked back and wiped her hands on the towel.

Moments later …

My ankles were on her shoulders.

The dildo was in my ass.

But only for a moment or two.

She pulled out.

Stood.

Said …

“You’ve taken it in the ass too many times.”

She went to the dresser.

Got out another strap-on.

A bigger one.

A much bigger one.

Long. Thick.

So large.

So very large.

My ass still aches.

To remember.

So very large.

So very …

Long.

Thick.

Really thick.

So thick.

  • 27th May
    2012
  • 27

The concept is clear, if not the practice

“May I please cum, Mrs. Kort?”

“Already?”

“Yes, Mrs. Kort.”

“You love your daughter’s tongue, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs. Kort. May I please cum, Mrs. Kort?”

“Whose pussy is that?”

“It’s your pussy, Mrs. Kort.”

“My pussy.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kort. May I please cum Mrs. Kort?”

“And when …”

“I have to cum! Oh god. Please let me cum.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Mrs. Kort.”

“Say it the way I require.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kort. May I please cum, Mrs. Kort?”

“Whose pussy is that?”

“Oh god. You’re not going to let me cum, are you?”

“Whose pussy is that?”

“It’s your pussy, Mrs. Kort. May I please cum, Mrs. Kort? Please?”

“No.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“I’m going to cum.”

“You better not.”

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

“Concentrate. Whose pussy is that?”

“Please!”

“Whose pussy is that?”

“Your pussy your pussy your pussy. Please let me cum, Mrs. Kort.”

“That’s my pussy. It cums when I say so.”

“Yes, Mrs. Kort. May I please cum, Mrs. Kort?”

“No.”

“Oh fuck me. Fuck me. I going to cum.”

“No.”

“OH FUCK!”

“My pussy.”

“OHMYGOD! OHMYGODMYGODMYGOD! AHHHHHHHH! OH. FUCK. OOOOO! OOOOOOOOO ….”

“My pussy. And it’s in a whole lot of trouble now.”

  • 27th May
    2012
  • 27

A night to regret (On the floor)

READ THE FIRST PART HERE

She made me shave it.

Right there.

On her living room floor.

A towel under my ass.

She watched.

From the sofa.

A cane.

Held across her lap.

When I was done.

She ravaged it.

With the cane.

You’ve either …

Had your pussy caned.

Or not.

Or not have a pussy.

If you’re one of the nots …

You’re not going to fully understand how I felt.

Lying there on the floor.

Knees bent up.

Spread.

My trembling hands holding them apart.

As the cane bit.

And bit.

And bit.

When it was finally over …

The bitch made me thank her.

For the lesson she said I sorely needed.

Thank her and eat her.

I did both.

And made her cum.

That just made her meaner.

  • 26th May
    2012
  • 26

A night to regret (Bad beginning)

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.

  • 26th May
    2012
  • 26

Wanting something for it

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.

  • 25th May
    2012
  • 25

They’re there

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.