True to her word, Mrs Johnson made me come to her each morning holding an ever larger butt plug each morning. It was so embarrassing. I found her so attractive, even though she was technically old enough to be my Granny. Everything about her screamed sex and femininity. Her full heavy breasts, always ready to appear as if they would fall out of the top she was wearing. Her full hips and thighs meant that when she was face sitting me, my whole face was smothered by her motherly thighs. Suffocation seemed just a breath away. I loved the way she did her make up, her grey hair, the ¼ cup bra’s I knew she wore, everything made me want to masturbate to relieve myself.
I had been warned that if I ever masturbated without their approval and not in their company I would be severely punished. Mrs Johnson had already taken a paddle to me that still hurt when ever I sat down for the slightest misdemeanor. I would spend the whole day being made to wear an enormous butt plug that Mrs Johnson had inserted that morning.
In the evening I would have to go to her, to have it removed. Usually she would use this as an opportunity to berate me over a mistake I had made that day. I was used to having my face slapped, being made to wear a leg spreader and be wanked off by her whenever it pleased her or be bent over and take a thrashing.
One weekday afternoon, Mr Johnson called me into the lounge. He usually had little to do with me other than requiring me to suck him off in the evening. I dutifully tottered into the room in my 5” high heels, answering “Yes, Sir, you called” as I curtsied as they both required when I entered a room.
“Come with me, Samantha” he instructed as he walked out into the hallway and headed for the punishment room. I could see by the size of his erection through his thin trousers that I would be needed for service!
As I stood in the middle of the room, he slowly walked around me and then muttered that Mrs Johnson was pleased with the way I had taken to my butt plug and dildo training. Difficult though it was initially to take the enormous imitation cocks, the repetition had certainly stretched me and I felt that in a few months I would be ready to take Mr Johnson.
My sucking, or oral adoration as he called it meant I already knew how large he was. The head was huge and would always cause me to gag whenever he took my head between his hands and face fucked me.
“I have decided that you are now ready to serve me as well as Mrs Johnson, you little bitch” he said as he led me to the wooden horse, over which I had been bent for punishment previously. As I stood before it he bent to fasten my ankles to the solid wooden legs. Weeks of only wearing 5” heels and being bent over with my legs straight had stretched them I was sure. My weight loss due to the high energy, low fat diet Mrs Johnson had had me on meant my body was now lean and taught. My legs in their seamed stockings looked slender and very elegant. My pert bottom showed under my short skirt as Mr Johnson bent me over the horse bar, fastening my wrists to the legs on the other side.
I was completely helpless. My legs were spread 3’ apart with my legs straight.
“Now, you little bitch, you are going to serve your purpose” he said. His enormous cock touched the inside of my thigh, causing me to catch my breath. His rough finger, covered in a lube of some sort, ran up the inside of my leg before reaching my anus. Without stopping, he gently at first, pushed it inside me. I gasped but was aware of what was to come. Three inches of lubed finger was soon inside me as he whispered into my ear “I am going to fuck you like this everyday from now on, you tart!”
His finger was removed, to be replaced by the huge head of his cock. I thought it was big when it was hitting the back of my throat, but now, it felt like I was being split in half. I gasped and relaxed alternately, trying to surrender to his invasion. I had no idea how far in he was, but as I relaxed and told myself to take it all the feeling of submission rolled over me and I relaxed into my new role as his tarty slut to be fucked at will.
I soon felt his balls banging into mine, so I knew he was fully inside me. His hands were alternately on my shoulders and then holding my hips as he drove into me.
The sound of the front door opening caused me to look up, as much as I was able to. Mrs Johnson entered the room and looked admiringly. I thought she would be angry. How wrong could I be.
“Well done, Darling” she said, “at last you are getting some enjoyment from this bitch!” I could not believe what she said. I was stunned and it must have shown on my face. As Mr Johnson proceeded to take me, the thrusts caused me to gasp.
“Shut up!” Mrs Johnson bellowed at me. “How rude, we are trying to talk”. She walked over to the wall rack and took down a ball gag. “This will keep you quiet” she said as she fitted it over my head and into my mouth, forcing my jaw apart and making breathing through my mouth difficult if not impossible.
With this new restraint on, combined with my ankles and wrists, I was totally helpless and this seemed to spur Mr Johnson on even more and I am sure his erect cock got even bigger inside me.
Every thrust and every grunt got more intense, until I could feel a change in him. His hands held my hips and he pumped with a new fervour, until he let out a low “Yes, you fucking bitch” as he came. There was so much cum, he seemed to pump on for ages until he finally grew still. He then pushed away from me, removing himself from my special cunt. His cock started to shrink as he exited me, dribbles of cum flowed out of me. Down the tops of my thighs to my stocking tops. Over the thick band of beautiful lace design to the thin gossamer denier and then on down towards my knees. Both legs and both stockings covered in his sperm.
Mrs Johnson paid no attention to me. “She simply said to him that she had invited some of the ladies over for a coffee morning tomorrow. It would be good to introduce them to Samantha as soon as possible. “With us going away for that week, they may wish to borrow her?”
That night, after having the butt plug removed that Mrs Johnson had reinserted even before she had untied me from the punishment horse she sat me down on the bed to explain what would happen tomorrow.
“Three ladies are coming over tomorrow. I am going to tell you about them because they can get carried away and I don’t want you upsetting them, do you understand?
Beryl is the oldest. She is in her late 60’s and loves to use her strap- on’s with young maids like you. She is voluptuous and very demanding. If she speaks to you, reply quickly, lower your head to her and don't you dare stare at her full breasts. I went to smile, where upon she slapped my face. Don't even think about it, Bitch she said!
Margaret is about 62 or 63 and has a maid herself, but she loves to humiliate you girls, so be prepared to be taunted and insulted.
Julia, at 66 likes to face sit. She is a shapely woman as well, so be prepared to be smothered.
You will wear your butt plug at all times until I tell you to take it out, which will be in their company so for Christ sake make it’s removal look ladylike!
Now get to sleep, because you have a demanding day ahead of you!”
Ps. If you enjoyed this story and are a mature fun Couple (preferably aged 50-70), an older Aunty, single mature Bi Uncle, or possibly a dominant sexy Tgirl in Essex, and you can accommodate or you attend parties in London or the South East who would like to enact it, please let me know.
I love party invitiations and am happiest when on my knees with my mouth full, before being on all fours taking a strap-on or a big cock.
Submissively
Samantha xxxxxx |
