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  Stephanie crawled in on all fours, enjoying her submissive status immensely. Kate smiled as she came in. She reached down and lifted Stephanie up by her nipples. ‘Ow!’ Stephanie shrieked as the pain registered, but she made no attempt to protect her breasts. She was pushed onto the bed and she knelt there, awaiting instructions. She felt meditative and calm as if she was about to have a warm bath, or something equally relaxing.

  Kate flitted about, removing her rubber dress and then slipping on a black rubber dildo, attached to a harness that she climbed into and secured around her waist. The strap-on had a double penis and before she fastened the harness up, Kate slipped the thick bulbous head of one end of the dildo into her snatch. She sighed and said, ‘Mmm, a perfect fit,’ before she started to lube up Stephanie’s asshole with daubs of cold KY. Stephanie cooed and sighed as it was done.

  The video camera was switched on by the time Kate eased the black strap-on cock into Stephanie’s freshly lubed hole. Stephanie watched, in delight, on the flat screen of the laptop, as the head of the rubber penis slid into her anal opening, with an ooze of KY sliding down its shaft as it penetrated her. She was sitting on top of Kate’s ‘cock’ in a reverse-cowgirl position, with her shapely legs splayed each side of Kate’s thighs.

  ‘You love it up your ass, don’t you, you fuckin lewd whore?’ Kate suggested.

  ‘Mmm,’ Stephanie moaned, ‘I totally do, yes ma’am.’

  She watched her shithole expand as she bounced up and down on the rubber penis, loving the way her cunt opened and closed like a flower, with each thrust into her bowels. After a while of riding the dildo, Kate stopped the action and turned Stephanie onto her knees, slipping the rubber cock out of her gaping ass. Stephanie groaned as she let the sex toy go from the clench of her anal muscles. She heard Kate get off the bed and then heard water running from the en-suite bathroom a few yards away.

  ‘Just washed some shit off my ‘cock’,’ Kate said with a crude giggle. ‘You really are a gross fuckin whore, Stephanie, aren’t you?’

  Stephanie smiled to herself, loving the way Kate said the word ‘shit’ like that, in so casual a manner. ‘You know I’m a total fuckin whore, ma’am,’ she agreed.

  Kate came back in and said, whilst holding her ‘cock’ in her right hand. ‘Spread your legs wider, bitch!’

  Stephanie did as ordered and she grunted as the rubber snout of the dildo probed her cunt from behind. Soon, it was embedded in her slit, touching her cervix. Kate thrust away, adjusting the video camera and affording the now masturbating Luke Longwood the best views of the fuck that she could manage.

  Stephanie had an orgasm soon after the rubber penis had started fucking her pussy. Her right hand was stroking her clit in rapid circular motions. Kate saw her convulse and heard her scream, ‘Oh my God!’ and she thrust in and out slowly as Stephanie climaxed, reaching under and tweaking Stephanie’s hanging nipples, exciting her to even more intense highs.

  ‘Oh! Oh! Mmm! Ah!’ she howled.

  When she’d calmed down, Dr Longwood called again. ‘Nasty whore,’ he said angrily, ‘cumming without permission, that way!’

  Stephanie apologised.

  ‘Get into the bathroom and let Kate use your worthless face and body,’ he said.

  ‘Now hand Kate back to me.’

  Kate took the handset and said, ‘Yes doc, of course I will, yeah, I got it.’

  She snapped her cell-phone shut and removed the strap-on from around her waist and gave it to Stephanie to suck clean. Whilst she was doing that, Kate took the video camera into the en-suite bathroom and set it up at the end of the bath. Returning a few moments later, Kate seized Stephanie by her shoulder length shiny brunette hair and dragged her to the bathroom, a few metres away.

  ‘In there, on your back,’ Kate said; first removing Stephanie’s killer red shoes.

  The two naked women positioned themselves and with Kate standing with her feet either side of Stephanie’s tits, she pulled back her hairless pink sex-lips and began to pee. The fluid rained down, noisy golden droplets splashing Stephanie’s face and breasts. ‘Drink it,’ Kate ordered, temporarily halting her flow. Stephanie opened her red-lipped mouth really wide and Kate soon filled it with piss. While Stephanie swallowed, Kate went lower, teasing her bubbling yellow stream over Stephanie’s throbbing nipples. She came back up and filled Stephanie’s eager mouth again and again, until her bladder was emptied. She then lowered her succulent, dripping, pussy, to Stephanie’s waiting tongue.

  ‘Mmm, you nasty slut!’ she groaned as Stephanie licked between her labia and parted them. She groaned again when her clit was tickled. Stephanie’s lips glistened with piss and Cupid’s-juice. Kate moved forward closer to Stephanie’s face with her groin. Stephanie’s tongue moved underneath and rimmed her sensitive anus. She gasped, ‘Oh fuck, get your tongue right in there, you filthy slut!’ and played with her clit, soon climaxing as Stephanie continued to rim her as if her life depended on it.

  ‘Oh, you hot bitch, you’ve made me cum!’ she shouted.

  After Kate had orgasmed, her cell-phone rang again. She took the call and said, ‘Yes doc, I know what you mean, of course it’s possible.’

  She climbed out of the bath and put the video camera in close-up mode then leaned in the bath and sat Stephanie up, her face still dripping with rivulets of piss.

  ‘Open your slut mouth,’ Kate ordered, ‘and put that tongue right out.’

  Stephanie imagined their attractive Master on his bed, in a hotel, somewhere in LA, beating his penis off in his fist as he watched the lewd action. Jennifer dribbled repeatedly on Stephanie’s tongue and then spat on her face several times. Stephanie liked to be defiled and she’d encouraged Dr Longwood to do it to her as often as he wished. With Stephanie’s face decorated with beads of spit, Kate leaned in and licked it all off and snowballed it back to the older woman, their mouths regurgitating the slime back and forth in an orgy of excess, knowing Dr Longwood was probably ejaculating at that very moment. They passed the gooey mess between them, letting it hang and drip, moaning and sighing, caressing each other’s tits and cunts as they did so.

  After a bath together, Kate’s cell-phone buzzed again. Kate answered it.

  ‘You’ve proved your worth today, both of you,’ Dr Longwood told her.

  ‘That was a very horny display you put on.’

  ‘Thank you, doc,’ Kate said, glowing with pride.

  He then rang off.

  ‘Doc says we both get an A-star for our performance, how about that?’ Kate said in an excited voice.

  Stephanie grinned. ‘Wow! He must’ve shot one hell of a load!!’ she said.

  ‘C’mon,’ Kate said, ‘what guy wouldn’t get off, seeing two horny bitches getting it on the way we just did?’

  ‘I really like you,’ Stephanie said.

  Kate smiled. ‘It’s mutual, I assure you,’ she replied.

  Kate cuddled Stephanie from behind as they lay, relaxing in the steam swirling tub. ‘Get dressed and then follow me,’ she said, getting out of the bath and putting on a long black robe. Stephanie watched Kate go, feelings of affection radiating out of her heart.

  She soon got out of the bath and dried herself and went back to the bedroom. Kate was standing there, dressed in a black leather corset, her conical breasts bare and her vulva just about covered by a thin black g-string. Aside from the corset and g-string she wore knee-high, black leather boots, with five-inch heels.

  In her right hand, she gripped a fearsome rattan cane.

  ‘Wow! You look amazing!’ Stephanie commented. ‘What’s all this for?’

  ‘You,’ Kate replied. ‘Doc said you have to be punished for orgasming without permission.’

  ‘Oh, of course, yes ma’am, where do you want me?’ Stephanie asked.

  ‘Kneel on the bed, keep your ass up,’ Kate instructed, standing behind the crouching older woman.

  ‘This is gonna hurt, so prepare yourself, slut!’

  ‘Ouch! Oh, fuck!’ Step
hanie squealed as the first stroke of the cane impacted her bare bottom. It felt similar to the pain of a bee sting. Her red-nailed fingers gripped the duvet cover as she trembled with shock. After a few more hard whacks, the agony melted into ecstatic feelings, more so when Kate’s fingers ran over the deep crimson grooves the cane had made.

  ‘Doc says you gotta take fifteen strokes,’ Jennifer told Stephanie after the tenth stroke. Her buttocks were on fire and she didn’t know if she could. ‘And, what if I can’t stand fifteen, ma’am?’ Stephanie asked. Kate giggled. ‘Doc says I’m to punch your tits and cunt, until you do!’ she replied.

  ‘I’d take the other five strokes if I were you, coz I really enjoy punching and kicking submissive women.’

  ‘Okay, I’ll try, ma’am,’ Stephanie said, tears in her eyes.

  The cane fell again and Stephanie’s feet came up in involuntary response to the intense pain.

  ‘Ah!’ she screamed.

  ‘Good whore, only one left,’ Kate whispered after fourteen strokes.

  The final stroke fell and Stephanie howled and beat the bed with her fists, as the stinging pain resonated all over her body. She sighed with pleasure when she felt Kate’s fingers caress her between her legs, where a lot of wetness had formed once more.

  ‘Now we’re a team, you, me and doc, who knows where it might lead?’ Kate whispered, before they both fell into a blissful sleep.

  My Girlfriend’s Mom

  Book 3

  Chapter 1

  Ever been caught in the act? I have. I was 24 and dating Amy, a cute and sexy 19 year-old student. She was from a rich family and her parents had an amazing house in Richmond, one of the nicest suburban areas in London. It was our custom to meet in the late afternoon and go back to her house and have very hot sex.

  Now, young Amy loved anal sex, not just liked it – she loved it. I’m telling you this because it defines the run of play that occurred later on. We were in the reception room of her parent’s huge Victorian house, naked, fucking like animals on several brocade cushions strewn on the floor in front of a big marble fireplace, going at each other like maniacs. My prick was lodged deep in her arse from the front. I had her ankles in both hands and I was thrusting away, grunting, groaning, oblivious to anything else – well, we both were.

  Suddenly, a furious female voice screamed from behind us, ‘What the hell’s going on here?’

  Shocked, I stopped sodomizing Amy and slipped my dick out of her gaping ass. Gingerly, I got up. I had both hands covering my genitals and Amy had her hands over her breasts and vulva. Confronting me, with a look that would’ve scared Hercules himself, was none other than Amy’s mom, Meredith, a very attractive MILF version of her randy blonde daughter, the only difference being there were a few more lines on her face and she had a massive bosom thrusting from the tight white cotton blouse she was wearing.

  I stood there rigid (literally). For a moment, no-one said anything. Then all hell let loose. Amy’s mom yelled, ‘How dare you treat my house like a brothel! Who the bloody hell do you think you are, you fucking bastard! And, as for you,’ she said, rounding on Amy, ‘...you little whore! Just wait until your father hears about this, young lady!’

  For some peculiar reason, I started to laugh. It may have been hysterical fear, it may have been annoyance; or the arrogance of youth, I don’t know why I did it, but I laughed my head off. Amy’s mom regarded me and I got the impression she was sizing me up. Then she said, ‘So, you think this is funny, do you?’ and went to slap my face. I prevented her by gripping her wrists tight and I saw that she was staring right down at my erection which was sticking up like a flagpole. ‘Let’s get a few things straight Mrs Wall, okay,’ I told her. ‘I’m not treating your home as a brothel, because Amy isn’t paying me to fuck her, she actually likes it and secondly, get a life will you – it’s only sex, everyone does it. I’m sure you’ve done it at least once in your life, haven’t you?’

  Amy’s mom was incandescent with rage. ‘Get out of my house, you arrogant little fuckwit!’ she screamed. ‘I never liked you, Andy. Musicians are all the same, cheats and liars the lot of them! Now get out you hear me, or I’ll call the police!’

  ‘Yeah, yeah,’ I responded, letting go of her hands. ‘I’m going. I won’t stay and listen to this Victorian crap for another minute! You do realise you’re fuckin up Amy’s life, don’t you, with this attitude you’re displaying?’

  Amy’s mom yelled, ‘My daughter’s not your concern, just go, get out, right now!’

  Amy was crying, sitting up, holding her knees and sobbing her head off. I picked up my clothes and quickly slipped on my underwear and jeans. Mrs Wall watched me dress and I could tell she found my penis fascinating. Instinct is never wrong. It may seem irrational, but it’s never wrong. You suss these things out if you listen to that little internal voice when it speaks to you. After pulling on a white Levi’s T-shirt I went to go over to comfort Amy.

  Her mom barred my way. ‘You’re NOT to touch her, you hear me?’ she said, firmly.

  ‘You’d better ask Amy about that,’ I told her.

  ‘See you around, Amy,’ I said. Amy just cried and cried and I figured I should leave. Mrs Wall saw me out and as I was going out the door she discreetly pressed a piece of folded notepaper into my right hand. I looked at her desirable forty-something face. She gave me a strange little smirk and I said nothing. She watched me walk down the long gravel path to their white wooden gate. Nearby, I caught the bus home.

  Once in my little rented room I read the note Mrs Wall had given me. In neat handwriting, it said:

  Andy,

  I know you’ve been having sex with my daughter for some time. I’ve been watching you both via a webcam (from my office) almost every time you’ve done it. Call me tomorrow on the number provided to discuss things.

  Meredith Wall.

  I was intrigued and very surprised. What was her angle? What was she after? I slept uneasily that night and called the number she’d given the following morning, around 11.00 A.M.

  ‘Meredith Wall Public Relations,’ the cultured voice on the other end of the line announced.

  ‘It’s me, Andy,’ I said. ‘...you said you wanted to speak to me about some stuff?’

  ‘Ah yes, it’s the young seducer,’ she said in a fairly friendly tone. ‘Look, are you free to meet me today?’

  ‘Yeah,’ I confirmed. ‘May I ask why?’

  ‘I’ll tell you about it when we meet,’ she replied.

  ‘Okay. Where and when?’ I said.

  Mrs Wall replied, ‘1.30 P.M. in George Street, you know that French bistro, ‘Emile’s,’ the one with the blue front?’

  ‘Yeah, I know it,’ I said.

  ‘Right, I’ll see you then,’ she told me.

  She then rang off. I pondered what she was after. Her tone was cool and fairly reasonable. Not the kinda thing you normally get from a mother who’s just caught her eighteen year-old daughter taking it up the arsehole from a rampant, Bohemian, rock musician.

  I got to the George Street at 1.25. I could see Mrs Wall sitting in the window of ‘Emile’s.’ She smiled when I came in and waved me over. I sat with her and the waiter brought each of us a glass of chilled white Bordeaux. ‘I do hope you like white wine,’ she said, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I smiled and said, ‘I’m not without refinement, Mrs Wall.’ She smiled and said, ‘Call me Meredith, I insist.’ I sipped the wine and looked across at her. She was looking very fuckable in her two-piece black suit, with a tight white blouse outlining that imposing bosom. Glancing down, I could see the outfit was completed by dark stocking tops and shiny black high-heeled shoes. I often fantasised about MILFs and Cougars, and I’ve gotta be honest I was horny for Meredith Wall right away.

  ‘I’ll come right to the point, Andy,’ she said. ‘D'you find me attractive?’

  I was surprised by this question. ‘Yes, I do,’ I said, without hesitation, ‘...most blokes would find you more than attractive.’

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nbsp; ‘Sexy, you mean?’ she asked, leaning in.

  ‘Yeah, you’re definitely sexy, Meredith,’ I told her.

  ‘I suppose it’s my breasts, huh?’ she asked.

  ‘Yeah, that’s part of it, but really it’s you’re looks,’ I replied.

  She raised her manicured eyebrows and asked, ‘You really think I’m pretty?’

  ‘More than pretty, you’re desirable - you project something that excites me,’ I said, trying to sound analytical.

  ‘Hmm...Maybe I underrated you, Andy,’ she said, smiling.

  She leaned in a little and said softly, ‘Would you like to do to me, what you’ve been doing with Amy?’

  I smiled, fearing a trap.