Hi I'm John, and this story happened to me just after my 21st birthday. It was the beginning of summer break from collage, I had a part-time job at the campus book store, and I had just moved into my first rented room. Having grown up entirely in the house of my very strict single mom, I was shy and quiet.
My mother is a gorgeous, wide hipped, business woman in her late 40s, pale skinned, with dark curly hair just graying at the edges. She's very independent, and strong willed. My mother was always very strict, and I always did as I was told. I had been spanked as a child, so I knew my place.
Having always lived under my mothers supervision, I was a little nervous about being out on my own. I had a very routine life at home, mommy always gave me chores, a work out schedule, set meal times, curfew... I was even used to her telling me what to wear and when to go to bed.
Now I was on my own, and it was scary, but fun too. I had some free time to goof off after work, had a little miny fridge, and best of all my own private room with a computer in it.
I was home from work one evening and on a whim, decided to visit a local bar. I had very little experience drinking, but I liked beer, and now that I was 21, I figured why not? I was a big boy, wasn't I?
Still, it felt funny actually going by my self. The only bars I knew about were from the movies and TV. I was nervous when the big bouncer asked me for my ID, but with a skeptical look he let me in. I guess with my athletic body, I did look very young for my age.
I took a seat at the bar, and as the barman approached I asked for a beer. The bar tender was a condescending looking, older gay man, in a tight pride sweater. He looked at me with frustration.
"What kind kid?"
I hadn't thought about it, I didnt know the brands. I felt so silly, at a tavern all on my own. Im sure I was turning a beet red.
I sputtered "I'll have um... Im not sure."
"Think about it." He said impatiently and walked off to help another customer.
I felt so silly, maybe I should just slink out the door. I felt like such a naive little fool. Then I heard a deep, confident feminine voice from behind me.
"That was so cute... Don't know what you want? It's not you first time in bar is it honey?"
I turned to see who was speaking and I caught my first glimpse of Miss. Simmons. I didn't know it then, but the lovely older woman who was addressing, was about to change my life.
She was a gorgeous, wide hipped, goddess in her late 40s, pale skinned, with dark curly hair just graying at the edges.
I couldn't help but look her up and down. She was wearing sandals with pink toe nails, and skin tight pink yoga pants pulled up over a more than ample ass, to just below her pierced navel. She had strong muscular legs and I could guess why, she was wearing a tight white shirt, that said Jujitsu trainer, over a dark bra and huge tits.
The women was fit but. Still, very curvy. With a tall figure, strong muscular arms, gold watch and bracelets by her big hands, that huge lovely ass, she looked like an Amazon goddess. A powerful warrior queen, rich and lushes, out of one of my comic books. I din;t know women like this existed in the real world...
She could seduce men, or destroy them.
"Well?" The goddess asked.
Somehow I pried my eyes from gorgeous belly and boobs, and met her big confident green eyes.
"Well, I asked you a question young man. Are you going to answer me?"
She had said something as she walked up. A question? I forgot, wrapped up in my humiliation over the botched drink order, and my boyish horyness. I couldn't remember what she'd asked.
I must have been hypnotized, by her big, strong, sexy body. I couldn't think. I was trying not to stare as her huge ass as it swallowed up the bar stool next to mine. I must have looked as nervous as I felt because she repented.
"Is this you first time in a bar?"
I cringed and grinned foolishly.
"Oh yes, well actually... it is." I admitted.
She looked me dead in the eyes and held my gaze. "Really?"
"Well yes mama, yes it is." I stammered "I just had my 21st birthday two days ago."
Suddenly the pretty older women's hand was on my knee, and I felt an imitate twitch in my penis. She squeeze my leg playfully and drew me in to whisper in my ear confidently. "Is it really your first time in a bar honey, really? You don't know what to do and your embarrassed, thats so cute."
"Im sorry I just..." Was all I could sputter, the hand on my leg and her sweaty female smell was making my crazy. She interrupted me whispering sweetly close to my ear. "Don't worry cutey, I'll keep it very low key. You're a little embarrassed and that's ok. I'd never want to humiliate you..."
Then suddenly she was yelling to the bar tender, so loud anyone in the small tavern could hear. "...bartender get over here! We got a sweet young man here, and it's his first time in a bar! We must teach this innocent boy! He's sooo innocent and sweet, Bring us drinks!"
I blushed even more, and looked from her mocking pretty eyes to the floor. There were some good-natured chuckles in the bar and I felt like everyone must be staring at me. I wanted to bolt worse than ever, but the women's hand on my leg kept me still.
At this the barman, came back over, clearly he knew boisterous woman, and was used to her bossy ways. He grinned and offer her a hand shake. "Miss. Simmons, always a pleasure. How was your class tonight? And who's your date?"
Her hand still on my thighs, and she gave my leg a squeeze that made my cock jerk again, pretending like we were on a date. "Well, honey the man wants to know your name. Be a good boy, introduce yourself."
I played along, stunned that this big sexy women would even pretend to be on a date with me. "I'm John, I..." I managed to get out. "That's right." Miss. Simmons cut in "He's John, he just turned 21, and he's all mine, so hands off." Then after a chuckle. "As far as my class goes, my students are idiots. Why do such creepy meat heads always wanna take Jujitsu? It's a good thing I love beating up men."
The bartender chuckles looking me over "Maybe your in the wrong racket, maybe you ought to be a dominatrix." Anyway what can I get you two love birds?"
Miss. Simmons grinned like a wolf and laughed, I tried to grin and fake a laugh, anything to cover my shock and arousal. I'd never met a women my mothers age with such a potty mouth. "Maybe your right. Listen to me, I must still have some rage to work off after teaching my class" Slapping my leg playfully she went on. "Two shots of tequila and two big margaritas, for the dominatrix and her boy toy!"
She said the last sentence loud and clear, stressing the words "boy toy!" What was I hearing, was this lady picking me up, or just teasing me? What was a joke and what was real. Did she wanna kiss me, or kick my ass?
Before I had time to think about it our drinks had arrived, and I was taking my first ever tequila shot. The liquor was so bitter I almost spit, but after a few sips from my margareta I was ok.
The drink went straight to my head, and I was already feeling good and a little dizzy.
"Come on I wanna smoke" Miss. Simmon said, leading me like a child, by the hand, a patio where a few folks lounged on benches, chatted, and puffed. I would have fallowed he huge ass any were.
From her purse Miss. Simmons produced a big thick cigar, and a cutter. After trimming the cigar she held it loosely and unlit, by her crotch. I felt like the way she fondled the long cigar by her wide spread legs, it looked almost like she was playing with a big penis.
She produced a gold lighter and handed it to me. Then spoke in a clear commanding voice, clearly audible to everyone outside. "Be a good boy toy now, light mommy up."
Putting the phallus to her pouty lips, she waited. I cast my eyes down again with shame, looking at the lighter stupidity, maybe the drinks were starting to effect me. I felt silly, but turned on. I felt Miss. Sim mom's finger on my chin, lifting my gaze up, from the lighter, past her melon tits, and up to her mean face.
"BOY TOY! She said again, speaking clearly with the cigar clamped in her teeth, loud enough for everyone on the patio to notice. "Light mommy up!"
"Yes Miss. Simmoms."
I felt so embarrassed, sure people were staring, and I fumbled with the fancy lighter. I finally got it lit and held the flame as she carefully got her smoke going.
Miss. Simmoms relaxed then, settling back by me on the bench and resting her free hand on my upper leg. She could see her touch shot shivers up my spine, and she grinned. Miss. Sim mom could tell flirty talk and public touching made me anxious, and she seemed to enjoy needling me.
She smoked and drank, and questioned me about my life. I told her about my collage, job, and first apartment. "So you lived with your mother until a week ago then? And your all on your own now?"
She had the cigar between her legs again, drawing my gaze to her crotch. I tried not to stare, which was difficult because, I was also trying not peek at her sexy belly button ring, cute tits, and tummy. Also her possessive grip on my leg, was making my dick hard.
"Yes" I admitted shyly "I grew up in a very strict home." Then for some reason I added stupidly. "But I've been always a very good boy."
She paused at this, tossing her the rest of her margarita off in a gulp. Then she leveled her big green eyes at me and spoke. "A very good boy."
Her hand was suddenly on my hard cock, this older woman was groping me in public. It was terrifying, but it got me supper turned on. I looked around wildly but no one seemed to notice the boy being molested in the corner.
'You grew up in a very strict home." She repeated my words "...always been a very good boy."
"Miss. Simmoms what are you doing?"
Ruffly like she owned me, Miss. Simmoms felt me up. I was being groped, and I couldn't stop it. She felt my stiff shaft up and down from end to end. I was so mixed up, tipsy, horny, frightened... Finally, she let go.
"Just checking boy toy. Wanted to make sure your young weenier is as yummy and obedient as the rest of you. Now Im ready to take you home."
She looked me right in the face, and emphasized her statement by mashing her cigar out between us on the bench. It was a decided then, and I had no say in the manner. Miss. Simmoms liked me, or my body, or my thick cock, and I was going home with her. I was thrilled, I was tipsy, and I was terrified.
"Yes Miss. Simmoms." Was all I could say.
"Good then, I want one for the road before we go."
Then she was leading me by the hand again, and I was worried people will notice the bulge in my tight jeans. We stand at the bar, and she asked for two more double tequilas and the check. While we waited, I tried to stand still as Miss. Simmoms drunkenly touched my butt.
When the bar tender came back with our drinks, she game my bottom a few playful slaps. I don't want to think about how I must look, being publicly groped by this big woman, old enough to be my mother. I feel like such a slut.
We take our shots and Miss. Simmoms passes some bills across the bar.
"That's all then for tonight Miss. Simmoms, all done?" The bartender asks.
Sliding over a generous tip. "Well thats all for now, you might say, but I hope were not all done yet." She goosed my ass on those word making me visibly jump, ans drawing a grin from the barman. "I need a shower any way, my bush gets all sweaty when I choke guys out with my legs."
The drinks and the older women's dirty words, reeling in my brain, and I'm led out the door by the hand. I look up drunkenly and watch Miss. Simmoms's yoga pants, the way huge ass moves as I fallow her to the door. I couldn't stop thinking about the thong she must be wearing under those yoga pants. A thin piece of fabric pulled tight into her bush and ass crack, soaked with sweat from reicent physical domination of men.
From behind me I hear the gay bartender's joking voice "Don't beat this on up too bad Miss. Simmoms."
I wondered drunkenly what he might mean by "Don't beat this one up to bed..." Did Miss. Simmoms really beat up her dates? Did she pick up young men like me at this bar all the time?
Miss. Simmoms laughed, and shouted over her shoulder. "Don't worry, Im just gonna molest him a little. Then she dragged me out into the parking lot, and I forgot my worries as I fallowed her beautiful wobbly ass.
I was drunk, very drunk, and suddenly we were next to her vehicle, a huge raised SUV, painted bright pink. Im pushed ruffly up against the car and kissed hard, her tongue confidently in my mouth, her hand up my shirt, pinching my nipples. I give in like a girl being ravished, and wrap my arms around her neck, kissing back in my inexperienced way.
Then Miss. Simmoms's hands are on my crotch, and I feel my jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped. She pulled out my thick young penis and toyed with it a little as we kissed.
I squirm, I love it, but this is too much. It was one thing for her to grope me but stripping me in the parking lot, its illigale. I brought my hand down and grabbed her wrists, trying to resist, but Miss. Simmoms was much too strong for me.
She took my hands and forced them away from my waist, up too her giant breast. As she placed my hands on her massive tits she whispered in my ear. "Do you like my breasts baby, do you wanna see them... suck them?"
I squeezed, I fondled, I was in heaven. They were the first breasts I had ever touched, and they were amazing.
"I love them." I squeaked. "Miss. Sommoms your the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I'll do anything you ask, please let me see, please let me suck."
"Good boy." Stroking my hair with one hand, my dick with the other, she pressed my ass against her luxury vertical and asked. "Boy toy will you do what mommy tells you? Will you earn you peek at her big titties? Your lick at the apple? Will you do anything mommy tells you?"
Cock hanging out, rubbing an older women breasts in a parking lot I rasped. "Yes, yes! Anything Miss. Sommoms, I'll do anything you ask!"
"Anything?" She asked again, this time gripping my testicles hard enough to make me wince.
I was suddenly aware of how much stronger this women was then me, physically and sexually. I was reminded ed of how vulnerable I was at that moment, pants down in a dive bar parking lot. Miss. Simmoms could easily over power me.
"Anything I squeaked. I'll do anything you ask Miss. Sommoms."
This seemed to satisfy her, and she stepped back, looking at me with a smirk. "Good boy, Now get that shirt off. Strip, pants, shoes, panties, all of it, now!"
I was shocked, and stood still, till Miss. Sommoms, slapped my check. "Anything remember anything... Hurry up! You're not getting in my car clothed."
I scrambled to get out of my clothes, knowing I had no choice but to obey, hoping if I hurried we could leave quickly. Then I was handing my clothes over to this women, old enough to be my mother, watching her lock them in back of her SUV. Maybe it was the tequila, but in no time I found myself, naked in a parking lot, my clothes, phone, keys, wallet, taken away, my penis gripped in Miss. Sommoms's strong hand.
I looked around the parking lot with fear. "Can I please get in car now Miss. Sommoms? I asked.
She grinned evilly, squeaking my cock hard enough to hurt. "Not quite yet boy toy, not quite yet. Turn around and put you hands on my nice pink SUV. I wanna slap that round ass."
I was shocked, this was too much. I didnt want to get spanked. I stood still.
"What's the problem? I bet your mommy used to spank you, why can't I?
"Please" I mumbled.
Miss. Simmoms gave me a freezing look. "Hurry up boy toy, or I'll leave you here for like this."
These words froze my blood, and I knew Miss. Simmoms would do exactly that if she felt like it. She'd leave my bare ass, right hear for to be prayed on by any creeps that found me. She would think it was funny.
I turned and placed my palms on the car, I knew what to expect. My mother had spanked me... I knew the sooner I gave in the sooner Miss. Sommoms might let me get in the car.
"Im gonna give you ten slaps, right on the but, you can count them. Then well go to my place, and I'll let you see my tits. Dose that sound like fun to you boy toy?"
I know I'm complete at her mercy. "Yes Miss. Simmoms, anything you like Miss. Simmoms."
The first spank is a shock both because of the noise it produces, as much as the sharp pain it produces. Miss. Simmoms is not holding back at all, there's a loud noise, and it hurt a lot. My mommy had never spanked me that hard. I yelped, staggered, my hard penis bouncing, barely able to keep my hands on the vehicle. Im about. To start crying. The people on the bar smoking patio must have heard the loud slap.
In a husky voice I count "One."
From behind me a laugh. "You're so cute and pale, I left a perfect hand print. Hold still, just like that." I glanced over my shoulder expecting another hit, but Miss. Simmoms is pulling out her camera phone, stepping back to get a better angle.
"That's godhood boy, look back over it at me. Perfect I love that pouty look. And spread those legs more, stick your butt out!" Clicking away. "My friends are gonna get such a kick out of these."
This was awful, first she took my clothes, how she's taking nude pics of me. I wanted to protest, but I knew I had to do as I was told. The next slap was, if anything, harder than the last, stinging my tender flesh.
"Two" I chimed obediently, and we go on from there. Miss. Simmoms takes her time beating me, clearly enjoying herself. Im terrified that someone from the bar will come to in vestige the noise were making, but thank fully no one comes. By the last slap tears are running down my face and I whimper. "Ten."
Without a word Miss. Simmoms moves around the vehicle. Stunned I stood still, cock out, as she went to the divers side and got in. Miss. Sommoms started the SUV and locked the doors, then rolled down the pas anger window a few inched, to address me.
"Maybe I'll just leave you here anyway." She jokes playing with her phone behind the wheel.
"Please Miss. Simmoms..." She cuts me off.
"The bartender really like that photo, the one of my hand print on your sweet little ass. He thinks your cute, maybe I'll just leave you here for him. Maybe he'll let you suck his dick for a ride home..."
Then Miss. Simmoms lets out a few loud blast on her car horn, yelling out her open window. "Fresh fuck meat, come and get it, naked and ready. Tender naked virgin boy ass, come and get it!"
I couldn't believe all ready she sent that dirty old gay bar tend a picture of my bare butt. At his point I'm freaking out, is she really gonna leave me here, to be molested by the next creep to come along? When she puts the SUV in gear I start really crying, shaking, and pleading. "Please Miss. Simmoms, please don't leave me like this. I'll do anything. Please."
With these words, I here the doors unlock. I reach for the handle, just to have the door mockingly locked again. Miss. Simmoms addresses me. "You really wanna come home with me? All Im gonna do is slap you around and sit on your face all night."
I so scared she was gonna leave me nude, right there. "Yes. Please, Miss. Simmoms, please". Was all I could manage.
After a long pause, Miss. Simmoms unlocked the SUV, and lets me in. Shaking with fear, my bare ass felt sore on the leather seat, as we sped away. On the drive back Miss. Simmoms's phone chirps, and she chuckles at a message. Then she hands me the phone.
"It's the bartender again, he thinks your really cute. He told me he loved the spanking photos, but he'd like to see your cock. Take a couple selfies for him, a close up of your package, and another with you entire body and sweet smiling face."
I try to beg. "Please, no, he's so gross..." But Miss. Simmoms cuts me off, her free hand caressing my hair, a tone of sweet danger in her voice. "Boy toy do as mommy tells you, or I'll leave your bare ass on the next corner.
I obey snapping a few pics of my hard penis. Then I held the camera over my head, and spread my legs for the full body photo. In the screen I felt I looked pretty sexy. Before I took the photo I put on a flirty expression, and stick my finger between my lips, like a slut.
Miss. Simmoms took back the phone, and giggling, sent off the photos. Almost immediately the bartender responded, and she read allowed. "Cute boy, cute ass, cute cock, I wish I had him locked in my basement..."
Miss. Simmoms looks over at me with pride, gently stroking my rigid dick. "You know, I bet my friend at the bar is sooooo jealous of me... A pretty young boy at my complete disposal. What do you think that old gay creep would do, if he did have you tied in his basement?"
"I dont know Miss. Simmoms." I muttered, I was so turned on and humiliated.
Suddenly Miss. Simmoms stopped stroking me and grabbed my balls, hard enough to make me wince. "I think you do know boy toy. Now tell me, what would that creepy old gay man do, if he had you tied and helpless?"
I was so turned on and humiliated, I wanted to cry. "He'd keep me tied up and take my clothes off..."
Miss. Simmons' grip on my nuts only got more painful, she wanted more. "He'd take my clothes of and molest me. He'd slap me around and make me suck his penis." Tear welling in my eyes I finished. "He'd take advantage of me. He'd pull my undies down, and he'd rape me. He'd rape my butt."
This seemed to satisfy her, and she released my testicle, and went back to stoking my rock hard dick.
Shorty we pulled up a condo, in an upscale part of town. I was a little reluctant to get out of the car nude. I tried to scan the street for traffic, but before I could check Miss. Simmons literally yanked me out of the SUV by my cock. As she dragged me ruffly up the walk to her front porch, all I could focus on was the huge womanly butt moving in font of me. I'd fallows those pink yoga pants anywhere.
We entered a well appointed living room, and Miss. Simmons instructed me to kneel in front of her couch, with my hands behind my back. At that point I was far beyond the point of questioning Miss. Simmons, I was just so glad have my bare butt off the street.
Miss. Simmons left then, and I had to wait for what ever would come next. My head was swimming she had said if I was a good boy she'd let me see those beautiful boobs, maybe even suck them. She also said she would "slap me around and sit on my face."
I didn't have long to wait, Miss. Simmons soon returned, carrying with her champagne, glasses, and a gym bag. I stayed obediently still as she took a seat in front of me, setting the drinks and bag down on a near my table. Miss. Simmons sat with her legs spread extra wide, the cleft of her big pussy only inches from my face.
She poured us each a class, handed me one and spoke. "To your sweet little ass".
I took a sip, but Miss. Simmons drained her drink in one gulp, then looked at me crossly, so I gulped mine down. Feeling even more tipsy than before, Miss. Simmons took me by the chin and spoke into my face.
"Boy toy, you've been a good boy so far, you've done everything mommy asked you to do. Are you ready to see mommies big tits."
I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, my hand still obediently behind my back. "Yes Miss. Simmons."
"That's good boy toy, but before you can see and suck, I need one more thing. You see I don't want an inexperienced boy like you groping and grabbing me, I only want your innocent mouth on me."
I looked up, from her spread legs, clearly outlined pussy, past her massive breasts, to her face, and whispered. "Yes Miss. Simmons, anything you ask. I will only touch you how you want to be touched."
With that she was up in an instant, pulling a length of rope from the gym bag and coming around behind me. "That's good then boy, but I just want to make sure you dont forget in the heat of the moment. I've enjoyed boys your age before, and I know what to expect."
Then Miss. Simmons was tying my wrists behind my back, each hand to the opposite elbows. Keeping my hands behind my back, and keeping me from protecting my butt. This helplessness was depicted to me clearly, because as soon as I was secured, Miss. Simmons grabbed me by the hair and started slapping my butt.
I squeezed and struggled, but she just laughed at my thrashing and reached around, and stoking my thick shaft a little. "You like it when I slap you around boy toy, don't pretend you don't. You penis betrays you." Then the big strong women was rubbing my ass, holding me bent forward, her fingers began to slide up and down between my cheeks. I moaned and she said. "I bet you like a lot more too, hu?" She rested a big finger over my ass hole, pressing very gently. "But thats for later..."
Then with another hard slap, and she was moving back in front of me, again on the couch, leg spread, towering above me. Looked up, bound and kneeling, I watched as Miss. Simmons slowly pulled up her tight white top. As the top came off, her massive tits popped out, barley contained by a lacy black bra. I could see above the bra part of pancake sized aromas.
Miss. Simmons "Well little boy, do you wanna see mommies big tittys?
I couldn't believe what was happening to me, at the moment I felt like I would do anything for that women. "Yes mommy." Was all I managed to get out."
She grinned at my words, bouncing her breasts. "Mommy... I like that, from now on you'll call me mommy. Now beg, beg to suck your mothers goddess breasts!"
"Please mommy please." I begged, bound and kneeling, cock bobbing up and down. "Please let. Me suck your tits, please. I'll do anything you ask, please." Tears welled in my eyes. "You can do anything you want to me, please... please mommy."
In slow motion Miss. Simmons reached behind herself, and unclipped the bra. As she shrugged out of the straps, her cantaloupe sized boobs, flopped out separating, hanging huge and low over her belly. I could see a network of tiny blue veins, leading up to her big aromas. Miss. Simmons's nipples were big, stiff, and pointed slightly down.
I wanted to put my mouth on those breasts so bad... Her tits were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but bound and helpless as I was, all could do is look. I wanted more than anything to just jump and grab them, or at least start stroking my own thick penis.
Enjoying my revery, Miss. Simmons posed, hands behind her head like a model, shoving her chest out. From my kneeling position below, looking up at her huge globe breasts, and strong arms and shoulders, Miss. Simmons looked like a warrior goddess. I felt like I had been taken captive by an Amazonian, for her ha rime of boys. I squirmed, my hips humping the air, whimpering softy.
The goddess leaned forward taking me by the hair, and gently pinched my nipples. Her boobs sagged inches from my face and she whispered. "Boy toy your gonna learn how to use your mouth on me... on my tummy, my nipples, my legs, my ass and hairy vagina."
Next she yanked my head back by the air and holding one of my nips in vice grip. Miss. Simmons spoke right into my up tuned face. "You're going to do exactly as I tell you, right boy toy."
"Yes Miss. Simmons" I stammered.
Out of no wear Miss. Simmons slapped my hard across the cheek. "What?"
"Yes mommy." I quickly corrected. "Yes mommy, I'll do just as you say mommy. I'll kiss your tits, your belly and pussy... your ass."
"Good boy, lick slow now, teas me." She whispered as she guided my mouth to her massive utters.
I am kissed her belly first, bending squarely with my bound hands. I kissed her round tummy just above her waist line, I drew my tongue over her navel piercing, slowly working my way up her body. Stretching up as far as I could on my knees I could just barley reach her boobs with my mouth. My young penis felt like it would burst at any moment, as I got to her breast, and took a nipple in my mouth.
I'd never thought a big sexy women like this would ever want me. I licked and suckled in ex tasty, I was in heaven, I never wanted it to end. Holding my by the hair, Miss. Simmons quickly showed how she like to have her tits gently sucked and flicked with the tongue.
Then I was being pushed back down, and Miss. Simmons was standing above me taking off her yoga pants. Her thighs and ass were naturally massive, but also strong from Jujitsu. Her skin was pale and lightly veined. Sitting back down in front of me, she spread wide. Now all that separated my face from her women hood was the thin cotton, of a light grey work out thong. I could see where the fabric had been darkened by her sweaty pussy and ass, and it drove me crazy.
"Take off my panties boy."
I bent forward as best I could on my sore knees, and got the waist band of her undies between my teeth. Miss. Simmons lifted he ample ass off the couch and brought her legs together, and I managed to get her panties down to her feet. Then I kissed my way back up her legs, starting at Miss. Simmons's pink painted toes.
When I got to her thighs, Miss. Simmons took me ruffly by the hair and guided my lips to her clit. Without ceremony, she shoved my face in her dripping bush, and started grinding on my face. I was shocked by the taste, the smell, by how hairy and wet she was. But I was shocked even more by how callously I was being used for her sexual pleasure. I felt deeply ashamed, and also extremely turned on.
Quickly I found a rhythm of sucking and flicking with the tongue that Miss. Simmons liked, and she kept my mouth in the right position with sharp jerks at my hair. Soon Miss. Simmons got into a good groove, moaning, and was calling my a good little boy toy. She teased me as she rocked against my face. "Hope you like the taste little boy, this is just an appetizer... Mamas gonna drink and cum in your mouth all night long."
I tried to keep my pace wanting more than anything to please her, and she pumped harder, gripping my head between her legs. My face pinned, Miss. Simmons ground on my mouth, I was no logger serving, I was simply being used. She was face fucking me, using me like a vibrator. Her legs were gripping my head pain fully, and she was bucking against my trapped head. "Im gonna use you and beat you. Pound that sweet ass all night long. Then Im a toss your cloths out the front door and shove you out after!"
With that she came. She came hard, bellowing like a wild animal, her juices going right into he less mouth. I was trapped. I did my best to keep licking. Miss. Simmons was shaking, shoving my mouth into her crotch harder than ever, and I couldn't breathe.
Finally, she realised my face, and I could pull back a few inches. Miss. Simmons leaned back on her elbows, and watched me was gasping for breath. My clean-shaven cheeks were wet, and a string of saliva and pussy juice briefly connected my lips to her vagina. Then I was being yanked by the hair back tp that mass of wet pubs again. She pushed my face lower this time, and commanded.
"Put your tongue in my hole now, lick up my cum. Don't touch my clit right now, just my hole,"
"Yes mommy." And I stuck out my tongue. As I licked she rocked gently, enjoying the after glow of her orgasm. Miss. Simmons poured herself another glass of champagne, and lit a cigar, leaning back like an empress in a throne.
Miss. Simmons big hairy pussy was wet and creamy from her reticent orgasm, and her mature taste and smell was driving me wild. I was tasting all her fresh cum, as well as all her crotch sweat of the day. She had been sparing earlier that evening, wrestling with men and over powering them with her legs. Now, I had my tongue as deep as it would go in her showered vagina, and my cock felt like a metal bar.
Miss. Simmons pushed her hips up a little more, relaxing and pushing my head still lower. I licked slowly down from her vagina to her ass. I was afraid to lick her ass hole. I tried to kiss around her cheeks play fully, hoping I wouldn't have to, but a sharp tug on my hair put me in my place.
I had stared at that huge bottom all night, watched it consumes a bar stool, watched it jiggles as I fallowed it out of the bar, and to my doom. I had wanted that ass so badly, and now I was getting it all right. Miss. Simmons began to moan, puffing on her cigar. I licked more confidently, pressing the tip of my tongue into her hole, and the big woman ground her hips.
"What would my mother think if she saw you right now? On your knees, naked literally kissing the ass, of a woman her age?"
My mouth being occupied as it was I couldn't reply. The idea of being caught like this by my mother was terrifying. The though filled me with shame, but also some guilty excitement. I felt so humiliated, so used, and so turned on. What I was doing was so wrong, but it felt so good.
Then Miss. Simmons was guiding my mouth back up to her vagina. "Start very slow, this time. Very gently now. Tease me. I want this take a long time. I want your jaw sore in the morning"
I lapped her clit delicately, in slow motion, barely brushing my lips against her womanhood. I licked and sucked the big lady's clit till my jaws ached, and my neck was sore. It took a long time to get her stimulated, but I am work my tongue, knowing I had no other choice.
After what felt like ages, she became more aroused, and I lapped a little more vigorously. Slowly her wide hips began to grind, and I felt her big hand on the back of my head, pressing my face in deeper. I picked up my pace, and I could tell Miss. Simmons was going to orgasm again. Her legs tensed, and Miss. Simmons came in my mouth for the second time that night.
I kept lapping her clit quickly wile she shook with orgasm, only slowing my pace as she finished. Remembering what she had liked earlier, I moved down from her clit and put my tongue in her gooy hole. "Your learning boy toy." She murmured, as I lapped up the juices from her hairy vagina.
Next Miss. Simmons let she know she was finished, with two hard slaps across my cheeks. I sat back on my heels, my face wet, and looked up at the goddess towering above me. Looking up from below her bush and belly, I stared up at her big tits, and knew I was in love. She sighed stretching with contentment, looking down at me like I was nothing.
"On your feet boy toy!" I staggered to my, feet bound and naked, in front of this women old enough to be my mother. "Yes mommy."
Miss. Simmons inspected my fit young body, her eyes finally resting on my thick cock. She ran a finger over my bulging shaft, making my hips buck. "You have such a nice penis young man. I want it. I want own it all to myself. I wanna be the only one who gets to touch it, play with it. I wanna show it off to my friends like a trophy. And Im gonna take it. John Im gonna take you penis."
With these chilling words she pulled from her bag a clear plastic tube and some rings, and a lock. My heart sank, and Miss. Simmons continued teasing my dick, as she spoke. "Do you know what this is boy toy?" I gulped, looking down at the floor. "Yes mommy."
At this she took me by the chin forcing me to meet her eyes. "Tell me what it is then, and what it's for, and how you found out about it." I bit my lip tears welling in my eyes. "It's a chastity cage." I moaned. "It's to keep boys from touching their own penises. They can't even get hard at all, unless their mommy unlocks them." Gulping I finished. "I saw it on a porn website, when I was home alone."
She was still running long finger tip up and down my over excited cock. "This will be the last time you cum for a wile boy toy, try and enjoy it..." With those ominous words Miss. Simmons, took my penis. in one big hand, pointed it at her massive tits started rubbing. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was completely under the big amazon's control, and I was ready to cum in no time.
"Good boy cum! Your gonna lick it off my tittys when you're done. You'll be eating all your orgasms from now on... Cum now, right now! Cum on mommies tits."
She was talking to me like dog, like I was her bitch. Miss. Simmons had no emotions about making me orgasm. She just wanted me to ejaculate, so she could lock my cock. "Cum, cum now! You can lick me clean when your done. Now cum! Cum on my command!"
And with those magic words I ejaculated. It was like heaven. I closed my eyes, and moaned. I felt so ashamed of myself all ready, and my physical pleasure now, made me even more embraced. My hips bucked wildly, but Miss. Simmons gripped me tight by the dick, and aimed my seamen at her beautiful boobs. I came and came, covering her tits with creamy white jizz.
As I finished she pumped me, making sure she got out every drop. I looked down at the hot gooy mess I'd made on those big massive jugs, and my heart sank again, as I thought I'd very soon have to eat that gross slime.
As soon I had cum, my mind began to clear, and I realise what a mistake I had made coming here at all. These women was crazy, and now she had me at her mercy. I was in big trouble. It brought home to me how bad that trouble was, by the sensation of a first steel ring being secured around the base of my cock and balls.
With in a few seconds, Miss. Simmons had my penis tubed and locked. As the lock clicked, I looked down at my caged cock in terror, there was no key in sight. If only I hadn't gotten in the car with her, if only I hadn't let her tie my hands... but it was too late for all that now. Miss. Simmons had my penis now, she owned. She owned me, and I knew it.
I knew what I had to do. I bent forward, and licked, the first gob of cum of her big aroma. I'd never tasted semen before and it was gross, salty and slimy coating my tongue. I almost gagged as I swallowed the first mouth full. Miss. Simmons grinned at my discomfort, and guided me. back to her slimy tits by the back of the head.
Eating my own cum was somehow the worst shame of all. It was worse than being stripped and spanked in public, or being made to give head over and over. It was even more humiliating than having my naked pictures shared with her gay friend. It was worse than having my cock caged. It was a sort of ultimate submission, showing I would degrade myself for her in any way she asked.
As I lapped my mess off one huge tit and then the other, my young penis began to harden and strain at its cage. The tight cage made me wince and tears welled in my pretty eyes. As I moved down to the cum that had dripped on her big belly, Miss. Simmons re-lit her cigar, and poured another glass of campaign. She settled further back on the couch, pushing her hips up, and I knew what she wanted.
After licking up the last mouth fulls of my gross slime, I swallow, and kissed lower. Moving my mouth down her belly and hairy mound, I kissed her thighs, tongued her hole and finally settled my lips on her clit. I knew Miss. Simmons wanted another blow job. So with tear streaked cheeks, naked, abused, bound and cock caged, I gave Miss. Simmons another blow job.
She must have enjoyed locking my cock, because her pussy was hot and wet as soon as my tongue entered it. However this didn't mean she came quickly. It looked like I was in for a long nigh on my knees. My neck ached, my jaws ached, my knees were sore. I hurt like a bitch, but I went on.
I went on and on, licking and lapping and sucking at her big clit, vocationally corrected in pace or angle, by a sharp jerk to my hair. Having my face forced in her damp hairy women hood drove me wild, and my poor young penis suffered horribly in its cage.
After what seems like ages I felt her legs crushing my head again, I couldn't breathe, and Miss. Simmons was bellowing as she come into my willing mouth. Finally, she released me, gasping for breath. I obediently did as before, sliding my tongue down to her hole, and lapping up her juices. Then I sank lower, and licked her ass.
My poor penis was aching to get hard in its cage, and I was so turned on, my hips jerked convulsively. I was so in aw of this women. She was so sexy and strong I'd do anything to serve her.
I looked up at the goddess, from my position below, tongue between her massive cheeks, and saw she wasn't even paying attention to me anymore. Though her hips moved slowly to my licking, she was ignoring me. Miss. Simmons was calmly puffing her cigar and sending text messages. She was using me like a whore...
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