Futa 's Wild Passion

Chapter 14 : Dominatrix Plays with the Futa

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this !

My mom and I headed up the elevator on the ride to see her boss : Ms. Petrov.

A nervous flutter washed through me. My mom 's warning she gave in the car hit me hard as the elevator creaked high and higher. A nervous riffle ran through me. I was here to delight my mom 's boss so she could get a raise. To help out our family, but the way my mom talked ...

Maybe I could n't handle this BDSM stuff.

"It 'll be okay,"Mom said, rubbing my arm."She wo n't harm you ... Probably."

"Mom,"I groaned, my consistency shaking."That 's not helpful."

"I 'm deplorable. She 's just ... very emphatic. She gets what she wants, and right now, that 's you."

I glanced at her."Once, that was you."

My mom nodded."I was very confused when I first started working here. I was excited to consume the job. I mean, how many big companionship would take a forty-year-old woman who just got her IT credentials. I mean, I had n't worked since the twins were born. And then I interviewed with Ms. Petrov and she said I was perfect."

"Just not to fix her computer,"I said, relaxing some.

"Yeah."Mom blushed."She wanted to corrupt me. To guide me into doing things that I had no idea I could enjoy. Would want to enjoy. You understand, I 'm not gay. I like men. I loved your father very much. I still love him, but ..."

"You were lonely and horny and then your genus Bos was touching you in fashion that you found surprising,"I said."It was like this switch flipped in you, and you were seeing the world differently. Doing thing with others you 'd never thought you would. It shattered all the sort of notions you had about yourself."

"Is that what happened to you ?"

I nodded."With Allie in that old princess playhouse in the back yard. I was mad at her, wrestling with her, then I suddenly realized I was on top of her and that she was so cute and sexy and then we were kissing and it all happened."

"Yeah, that was what it was like."Mom took a rich breath."It 's not love between us,"my mom added."I do n't think Ms. Petrov is subject of love. There 's something missing inside of her."

"That 's sad,"I said.

My mom nodded then she shuddered as the elevator slowed to a full point. It opened onto the executive floor. Just like it had yesterday. I was far, far more nervous as I followed my mom towards Ms. Petrov 's function. This time, the executive director supporter 's desk was staffed by a young, light-haired woman with her hair pinned up in a aphrodisiac bun, glasses perched on her nose.

"She 's waiting for you, speedwell,"the new cleaning lady purred. She was in her mid-twenties, at the peak of her beauty."And for your daughter."

Was the secretary mortal that Ms. Petrov had seduced, too ? There was a knowing glint in her eyes. My futa-cock twitched in my panties. My cheeks blushed. Why did it embarrass me that this woman knew we were going to let sex with Ms. Petrov.

My hands washed in front of me. My mother reached the threshold and knocked. Hard.

I frowned. I thought we could go right in.

"Enter,"a commanding vox called.

My female parent opened the room access and entered boldly. I followed her, closing the doors behind her to inscribe the almost severe office of Ms. Petrov. It was with child, almost erectile. Her chalk desk stood in the center of it. She had a quoin federal agency, two walls that were aught but tinted windows overlooking the city. The other two bulwark were covered in whiten storage locker that almost blended in with stern pigment save for their gold knobs and locks.

The woman herself sat at her desk, her blackened hair pinned up in a bun. Her blue heart were piercing as they flicked to us. She stood up and I blinked. She wore a corset that hugged her slender organic structure in fateful. The leather straps holding it taut gave her an hourglass figure. Small breasts were cradled in leather cups, nipples exposed and grueling. She wore no panty, her pussy shaved. She did n't have the fatheaded George Herbert Walker Bush that I had imagined when jerking off. She had on fishnet stockings held up by leather garter shoulder strap dangling from the corset and knee-high the boot polished to such a gleam that reflectivity flashed over the black surface.

"Well, well, well,"purred Ms. Petrov. She sauntered around her desk."What a delectable treat you 've raised, slave."

"Thank you, Ms. Petrov,"my mother said, not rising to the striver appointment. My mother was this woman 's sex slave. The reality was really, really hitting me as the dominatrix strolled to us, her hips rolling. pussycat juices gleamed on her shaved flesh.

My futa-cock twitched and throbbed in my panties, fighting to get out.

"hard worker, strip,"the dominatrix said, her Russian accent midst and exotic. It gave her an even more than of an icy bound. A raw bitchiness that demanded obedience.

"Yes, Ms. Petrov,"my female parent said and attacked the clit of her blouse.

My head swiveled as Ms. Petrov passed us, heading for the row of cabinets. Her blanch ass swayed with her every step. I swallowed as she opened one. It was full of chasteness. metallic element manacle, manacles, leather handlock, astray bars with hamper at the end, and various hue and thickness of ropes. A collection of gags dangled from hooks. banding of rubber or leather shoulder strap attached to dowels or rubberize balls.

What did those other console contain ?

I swallowed as she pulled out a gag that had a silver ring and a pair of leather cuffs. She turned around and marched towards my stripping mother. I glanced at Mom, her blonde hair swaying as she worked off her bra, freeing her large breasts. Her skirt and blouse were already on the primer coat. Then she peeled off her panties, revealing her golden bush hiding the pussy that had birthed me.

A yucky throb rippled up my dick as I stared at my mom. She was here. She would seduce sure null bad would find to me. She loved me. Birthed me. Raised me. We were more than mother and daughter now.

We were lovers.

Her panties off, she straightened. Her hired hand went behind her back. She stood improbable, shoulders back and breasts thrust out of her. They rose with her external respiration. Her cheeks blushed scarlet, her nipple hard. The sporting lady aroma of her pussy reached my nose.

"Mmm, looking at at your mother,"Ms. Petrov said."She was such an inexperienced person when I claimed her. Never eaten pussy. Never enjoyed a dildo. It was such a delight the first time she rimmed my asshole. I sent her domicile to you with that sour musk on her lips. I wonder if she kissed you in greeting when she got home while you had no idea how I 'd used her mouth."

My boldness burned. Mom usually would osculate my Sister and me when she would total home from work. On the cheeks. The forehead. fast ace. Mom-type kisses.

"You never knew she had my kitty cream or ass on her sass,"said Ms. Petrov."That she when I called her in for 'emergencies ,'I was tying her pile and fucking her with big dildos."

"No idea, Ms. Petrov,"I said, squirming.

She seemed proud of by that answer. Then she stared at my mother."Open."

Mom opened her mouth wide of the mark, accepting the anchor ring gag that was shoved past her lips. The Ag annulus would keep her mouth undefended spacious but she could n't blab out. I shuddered as Ms. Petrov buckled it behind her while this pit rose in my stomach.

Mom could n't talk. Could n't object to anything Ms. Petrov did to me.

No, no, Mom would n't let her boss harm me no matter what. My mother loved all her daughters. Loved me. It was n't just the sex, it was that maternal instinct that burned so bright in her. She would protect me.

"good turn around."Ms. Petrov gave commands with effortless ease. They cracked with brand even though she did n't raise her tone.

Mom turned around. She had her hands not clasped behind her back, but held open. She did n't resist as Ms. Petrov cinched a leather handcuff to each of them, a short bar of metal holding them together, binding her manus behind her back.

My nervousness swelled. Mom could still protect me if matter got weird. Right ?

"On your articulatio genus, slave,"Ms. Petrov said not even looking at Mom. Her aristocratical heart were on me. They were as warm as a glacier in winter. I shuddered as she stared at me while Mom obeyed, falling to her knees.

Without even looking away from me, Ms. Petrov grabbed my mother 's pilus and yanked her pass forward. The dominatrix pressed my mother 's backtalk into her pussy and then shuddered. It was realize the ring gag did n't block off Mom from licking cunt.

I swallowed. She kept looking at me while my mother licked and lapped and moaned. The auditory sensation of her eating the icy charwoman 's pussy echoed through the function. I squirmed. Why did Ms. Petrov hold back looking at me ? My pussy grew hotter. My dick ached more than and more. I wanted to do something, but she just looked at me.

Sizing me up.

I felt like a hunk of meat before the butcher. She was figuring out how she would chip at me up and process me. She was serious. This tingling ripple shot through me. I did n't know what was going to fall out this afternoon.

"Strip, Jennifer,"she said, using my full gens. No one used my full name.

"Yes, Ms. Petrov,"I found myself saying instead of correcting her like I normally would.

This was a cleaning lady who did n't tolerate corrections.

I pulled off my blouse, ripping it over my head. My breasts jiggled in my bra. Interest kindled in her low heart as she stared at my nineteen-year-old body. She licked her lips. Mom kept feasting on her puss as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

I bared my Danton True Young tits to the dominatrix 's eyes.

A hungry purr rumbled from Ms. Petrov. A felid hunger blossomed in her low-spirited center. Now I was the mouse about to be eaten.

I swallowed and unzipped my skirt. It dropped down my legs. Her oculus focused on my crotch, on my futa-dick swelling my panty. She wanted to enjoy a futa. She had her chance, and she hungered for it.

I shoved down my panties.

"Magnificent,"she groaned as my futa-cock popped out.

My prick throbbed and pulsed before me. The risk beat through my veins. But I could plow this. I had a big futa-cock. She wanted it. Lusted for it. That gave me an advantage over her, right ? My knocker jiggled as trembles of excitement rippled through me.

She scrutinized me. My putz. My mamilla. My Virgin pussy clenched. The heat washed through my body. My toes curled and flexed. Then she pulled away from my female parent and walked around me. Mom panted, her large chest rising and falling.

"What a beautiful beast you brought into this populace, slave."Ms. Petrov 's heel boots echoed with her every measure as she circled me."I see your beauty in her, but she got her torrid hair from your husband."

My mother could only groan.

"Mmm, and what beautiful hairsbreadth it is,"Ms. Petrov said when she was behind me.

She seized my pilus, pulling it into a ponytail. I gasped as she gripped me by it and then she marched to her board, dragging me behind her. I bent over and scurried after, wincing at the flare of pain. I felt so incapacitated to keep abreast her. It sent his wicked thrill through me. The danger intensified, feeling the ache in my ovaries.

She brought me to her desk and pressed me down onto it. My one shot breast kissed the cool airfoil. My soundbox trembled. My futa-cock swayed beneath me, bobbing back and Forth River. My heart pumped screaming line of descent through my veins.

"Mmm, this ass,"purred Ms. Petrov."Nothing like young ass. Naturally tight and perky."She grabbed my butt-cheeks, squeezing them. She parted my gap as she played with me."Oh, yes, that 's pleasant-tasting. slave, this ass needs to be worshiped. Do n't you cerebrate ?"

Mother moaned.

"Then get over here and rim her !"

I heard my mother moving, her boastfully tits smacking together. Her bare infantry slapped on the stone flooring. Then she was behind me. I felt her breath on my face. She moaned her wordless pleasure and nuzzled her case between my butt-cheeks. I felt the shoulder strap of her gag rubbing on my flesh.

Her spread-wide back talk surrounded my asshole. Her tongue licked out. An incestuous thrill rippled through me as my mother rimmed my dickhead. My kitty-cat drank in the heat. I groaned, my futa-cock swaying and bobbing.

"Mom !"I whimpered in pleasure."Oh, wow, Mom ! That 's so ... That 's so spicy !"

Ms. Petrov moved around the desk and leaned over."Do you like your mother eating your asshole ?"

"Yes !"I groaned."It feels so wonderful, Ms. Petrov. Her clapper is dancing around my asshole. She 's making my pussy and my futa-cock feel amazing."

"Get that bunghole overnice and wet,"Ms. Petrov said. She sauntered towards the cabinet, striding out of my stack."Get that clapper in your daughter 's SOB, slave."

My mom obeyed.

I gasped as her clapper thrust into my asshole. I bucked and squirmed on the desk, rubbing my nipple into the glass surface. Naughty sparks of pleasure burst through me. They electrified me. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around her face.

It was so incredible to have got my ass rimmed by my mother 's naughty natural language. She did such prankish matter with it. She swirled her natural language around inside my bowels, wiggling it in as cryptical as she could. I moaned while a storage locker creaked open.

What was Ms. Petrov doing ? Grabbing ?

I squirmed and twisted, struggling to catch glimpses of Ms. Petrov as my mom 's slapdash rimming continued. She soaked my cocksucker in her spittle. She thrust her natural language deep and far into my asshole. I shuddered, my butt-cheeks clenching around her boldness, my pussy and futa-cock drinking in the sensations.

A line of pussy pick ran down my clit-dick from my virgin slit. It reached the tip, beading there, teasing me. I shuddered and whimpered. I bit my lip as Mom 's rimming felt incredible. Incestuous delight swept through me.

The footstep returned. The dangerous click-click of Ms. Petrov 's step.

"enough licking her, hard worker,"said Ms. Petrov.

Mom pulled her case from between my butt-cheeks. I groaned, missing the sensation already. My motherfucker tingled from her tongue, soaked in her saliva. Ms. Petrov set a silver cone beside me with a thin neck opening leading to a hold. It was polished smooth, the end a polish tip, not a sharp point.

"A butt plug ?"I gasped.

"You 've used one ?"Ms. Petrov had.

"I 've heard about them,"I said."I 've never seen one."My asshole tingled."Are you ..."

"Oh, yes,"she said, grinning."But first, hands behind your back."

I shuddered, knowing what was coming. It was exciting to obey her. I placed my hands behind my back. She then set another physical object beside me. A thick, long, pink dildo attached to a bleak harness. I gasped in realization. Before I could proceed, she grabbed my hands and slipped the first off leather handlock around my veracious wrist.

I stared at the dildo lying beside me as she cinched the cuff tight. The chemical chain jangled as she bound my left articulatio radiocarpea. My finger twitched. I felt so helpless now. My virginal pussycat clenched. I had wondered how I would lose my cherry.

I never thought it would happen in the position of my female parent 's political boss.

I swallowed."I 'm a virgin."

"I know,"she said."Your mother told me all about the delight of licking your cherry puss. Of caressing your hymen."Ms. Petrov let out a shuddering sigh."It has been soooo long since I had the exclusive right. And you 're a futa. You 've been fucking with that pecker, but ignoring all the delights that your body has to offer."

I swallowed and whimpered.

She picked up the posterior fireplug."Now,"she said, pressing the tip into my right-hand asscheek. She slid the coolheaded alloy across me towards my crack."If you want this to end, if you ca n't deal what I 'm doing, say red light."A leer crossed her part, like only a pathetic, frighten away infant would do it."I 'll stop. I wo n't go any further."

"Okay,"I said and shivered, wanting to say it. But what about my mom 's promotion ? Her job ?"I can handle it. Every girl has to misplace her cerise sometime. Why not like this ? It 'll be memorable."

"Mmm, you 're a wild affair. Not nearly as vulnerable as your mother had been. You 're estimable at faking you 're not afraid."Ms. Petrov leaned over me, her naked genitalia rubbing into my ass."I like the bravado. It 's so much fun to see how far a girl is willing to go just to try she 's not scared."

"I 'm not,"I said, my heart hammering.

"Liar."She licked my ear."The fearfulness will only sweeten it. You 're going to have it off every last thing I do to you."

She lifted away and pressed the butt chaw between my asscheeks. I shuddered at the still alloy rubbing against my flesh. She moved it down and down to my sphincter wreathed in spit. Despite knowing a fille 's asshole could stretch to get hold of something thicker than a stub plug—like my putz, for instance—a ripple of fear washed through me.

I gasped as she drilled the end of the butt nag into my sphincter. She twisted it back and Forth, working it against my anal retentive hoop. I groaned as it widened, parting to engulf the ever-expanding plug. I groaned, my toes curling as she worked inch after inch of it in me.

"Oh, god, oh, god !"I moaned, squirming on her looking glass desk. My nipple throbbed against the open. pleasure surged down to my cunt. This hot delight shot through me. It was incredible to palpate. To experience.

She worked more and more of it into my intestine, screwing it into me. She pressed it deeper and cryptic. My dickhead swallowed more and more than of it. I groaned as the last bit popped into me. Now only the nail down handle thrust out of my sphincter, the home widening into a round knob.

"Oh, my god,"I moaned.

I squeezed my mother fucker around it as Ms. Petrov picked up her strap-on. I could n't see her behind me, but I could find out her stepping into the harness. The sounds of it climbing up her peg, her second joint, sent a shiver through me. My virgin pussy clenched. Pussy juice soaked my Dubyuh. I could smack my sweet inflammation wreathing the air.

I heard the straps tightening. I pictured it thrusting from her shaved fork, that pink shaft bore to pop my cerise and snap off me fully in. I whimpered, my fingers flexing. My arms pulled on my cuff, wanting to agitate up and stand so I could see her.

Ms. Petrov grabbed my hairsbreadth. I squealed out at the shock of pain as she jerked me upright piano and pulled me from her desk. The tip of her dildo prodded my ass as she backed me up a few pace. Though it hurt, being pulled around by my pilus made e spirit like such a dirty, submissive slut.

This waving of estrus rippled out of my virgin cunt. My shaft twitched from the excitement. My mammilla tingled. I clenched my asshole down around the buttocks fire hydrant and whimpered out in delight.

Without even being told, my mom rose, moved before me, and sat down on the desk facing me. Drool ran out of her spread-open backtalk. Her large breasts quivered. Her pussy gleamed, surrounded by her blonde fur.

She looked so inviting.

"Mmm, go slide into your mother,"purred Ms. Petrov."I want you to be in the very cunt that birthed you when I take your cherry."

"Oh, god, you 're such a perv, Ms. Petrov,"I moaned.

She poked my ass with the dildo, nudging me forward."No lip from you,"she said."You 're only warning, Jennifer."

I shuddered, wondering what the import would be."Sorry, Ms. Petrov."

"Now get that futa-cock in your female parent 's puss right now,"she hissed. Her fingernails bit into my rump as she squeezed.

I gasped and darted forward. My round of golf tits heaved. I reached the desk, my cock bouncing up and down wildly. I had to look for its movement to discontinue so I could strain up at my female parent 's pussy. Neither of us could use our manus. She stared at me with bright, blue middle, moaning and whimpering.

She wanted my turncock in her pussy. I groaned, aegir for that joy, too.

I lowered my hips just enough to aim my futa-dick at my mother 's slit. I thrust forward. My cock 's tip hit her slit lips. Her labia slid around my barb. That grand pleasure of burying into the incestuous depths of my mother washed over me.

My breast quivered in delectation. I groaned as I buried deeper and deeper into her cunt. My cock slid to the hilt in my female parent. This amazing, trembling passionateness surged over me. I groaned at the thrill of having every in of my mother 's kitty-cat wrapped around my cock.

I groaned out in delight. I beamed at mom. Her pussy squeezed around me. I savored the hot walls of her twat all around my throbbing clit-dick. I leaned in and kissed her open mouth, our breasts pressing together.

"Mmm, what a tabu and delightful slight,"purred Ms. Petrov.

Click-click.

She stepped closer.

Click-click.

She brought that dildo nearer to my kitty-cat. I quivered, my clapper dancing around in my female parent 's spread-open oral fissure. Her lingua played with mine while her pussy clenched around my girl-dick. The heat of her grab soaked my turncock in her tabu juices.

I loved being in her pussy. I was so gladiolus I was losing my virginity while pressed against my mother. I just wished Allie were here. I closed my eye as I felt Ms. Petrov right behind me. He rubbed her dildo 's tip into my butt-cheeks.

Moved it lower.

I groaned as the smooth surface dimpled my ass. She brought it down between my thigh. She pressed it into my bitch. I quivered at the joy of her dildo pressure into my virgin labia. She reached my virginal membrane. My futa-cock twitched in my mother 's pussy.

"Mmm, slave, I 'm going to pop your girl 's cherry,"moaned Ms. Petrov."You 're such a woman of the street, you brought your free daughter to me so I could devour her. What sort of slutty mother are you."

Mom moaned, her cunt clenching around my pussy.

"Yes, yes, that much,"Ms. Petrov moaned.

She pressed against my cerise. My cocksucker clenched around my butt nag as my virginal membrane stretched and stretched. A solar flare of pain surged through me. I squirmed, my futa-dick aching more and more in my mother 's pussy. I kissed her hard.

"And Jennifer, one Sir Thomas More thing,"Ms. Petrov said,"no cumming without permission."

I broke the buss and gasped,"What ?"

She thrust.

My cherry popped.

I gasped as her dildo invaded my deflowered puss. She slammed deep into me. My nasty sheath expanded. My eyes widened, breasts pressing tight into my mother 's boastfully booby. It was the opposite of what I normally felt. I was n't sliding into hot, juicy cunt but being invaded. Ms. Petrov 's dildo reached so inscrutable into me, stimulating soma that had never been touched before.

A feminine delight rippled through me. My cocksucker squeezed on the butt stopper, drawing joy from it while a rush of walking on air surged out my cunt. It rippled up my tool buried to the hilt in my mother 's twat. It met the delight rippling around there.

"Oh, my god !"I groaned. I was experiencing two pleasures at once. The joy of having a cock and a pussy all at the like sentence."Oh, my god ! Oh, my god !"

"You undecomposed not cum, Jennifer,"Ms. Petrov said, a mocking sound in her tone. Then she drew back her hips.

My pussy clung to her dildo. My silky walls drank in the flavor of her shaft sliding out of me. I groaned, my cock twitching and throbbing. I trembled, aching as she drove her fake-dick back into me. A rush of pleasure washed out of my pussy, stimulating my cock.

My ovaries drank in the fondness, the pressure building already towards my orgasm. My eyes widened. I wanted to cum already. It was so incredible feeling the delight of having my pussy fucked while my futa-cock marinated in my mother 's proscribe cunt.

"Oh, no,"I whimpered.

"Mmm, yes !"purred Ms. Petrov as she fucked my pussy. She rammed that dildo in and out of twat, pressing me tighter against my mother 's body, my dick deeper into her puss."Your mother can cum, but not you."

My oculus widened.

Ms. Petrov grabbed my hips. As she drew back hers, she pulled on mine. My cock slid backward through my mom 's sozzled flesh. Her silky rampart massaged my cock even as Ms. Petrov 's dildo stroked my inner depths.

"Oh, fucking no !"

How could I book off cumming when I was fucking and being fucked ?

Ms. Petrov rammed her dildo back into me. Her genitalia smacked my rump, driving my coxa forward. I gasped as I buried back into my mother 's incestuous snatch. My nipple rubbed against hers. Mom moaned, her snatch clenching around my prick, her body trembling.

The dominatrix pumped my articulatio coxae as she fucked me. I could n't help matching her rhythm after a moment, melting in the bliss of the double rubbing sending pleasance through me. My snatch drank in the thick pecker plunging over and over into my depths. My futa-cock reveled in the silky heaven gliding around my spongy crown.

My dead body quivered. My holes clenched down on the toy plundering them. The butt plug shifted in my gut every prison term Ms. Petrov hammered forward and force back my dildo deeper into my mother 's cunt. The little stimulation in my motherfucker joined the former two blisses.

I wanted to cum.

Ached to cum.

She would penalise me.

I glanced at some of the storage locker that were still closed. One of those would deem lash and flails and paddles. I had no doubt she would use them on me. So I trembled, fighting that building urge to cum swelling and swelling interior of me.

I whimpered, my entire body vibration. Her dildo thrust intemperate and fast into my cunt. She buried into my snatch. She rammed bass and hard into me, plunging my girl-dick in and out of my mother 's tight cunt. Ms. Petrov fucked without mercy.

Mom whimpered, her aristocratical eyes wide.

"No, no,"I groaned."You ca n't cum, Mom !"

"Oh, but she has to !"purred Ms. Petrov as she fucked me. Her fingernails bit into my hip."Slave, cum as soon as you can."

Mom nodded her school principal and whimpered in joy. Her puss clenched around me, drinking in the friction. I gasped at the increased seventh heaven flowing down my cock to my twat stuffed with the dildo. My dead body bucked, nipples sliding across her pillowy breasts.

"No, no, Mom !"I panted."Please, please, do n't cum !"

"She 's my slave !"hissed Ms. Petrov."My naughty, minuscule whore. Ooh, yes, yes !"

I gasped as Ms. Petrov buried to the hilt in me. She fucked my snatch with hard strokes, her crotch slap into me. My cunt clenched around her dildo while Mom 's pussy grew hotter and hotter around my cock.

Her eyes begged for my forgiveness. I whimpered as her incestuous snatch squeezed so tight around me. I buried hard into her twat, propelled by Ms. Petrov 's mighty stab. The dominatrix held zippo back.

Mom came.

Her cunt writhed and spasmed around my cunt. Her zany spasmed wildly. The pleasure surged down my shaft. My ovaries lurched, eager to unload my cum into her. I whimpered and moaned, shaking my psyche.

I would n't cum.

Mom 's pussy sucked with thirst at my cock. She wanted me to pump into her depths. She was n't on birth control condition. I could breed her like I was breeding Allie. My mom and sister could both be pregnant at the same time.

No ! I could n't think that.

Ms. Petrov 's dildo plowed hard into my cunt, driving me into my female parent 's convulsing snatch. My toes curled. My asshole clenched around the keister plug. Whimpering groan burst from my rim. I clamped my jaw shut. My finger's breadth balled into fists. My weapon system fought against the restraints.

Mom round and pregnant with my baby burned in my intellection. I just had to cum in her.

No ! No ! No !

Just had to spurt all my wonderful, baby-making tinder into her incestuous pussy. To rap her up like Dad had done in the past. My pussycat clenched on the dildo plunging into me. The dual rubbing burned through me.

Just spurt.

Cum in her.

Breed her !

I could n't cum. I would be in such trouble with Ms. Petrov. I had to fight against it. Mom 's pussy sucked with thirst at my clit-dick. Her flesh squirm and spasmed around me. I groaned, my cunt clenching around the dildo plunging deep and heavily into me.

My fingernails bit into my palms. My articulatio coxae plunged forward, thrusting in and out of my mother 's cunt. I could withstand her spasming flesh. I could run. I had to survive. I buried strong and deep into her. I buried my girl-dick to the hilt in her cunt again and again, the pleasure of her pussy rippling over my cock.

My fiery pilus danced around my face. I whimpered and moaned, my nipples rubbing into Mom 's pussy. She gasped and groaned, her drear heart melting as she bucked. Her kitty kept spasming as I fucked into her.

"Mom !"I groaned."Oh, god, you went multi-orgasmic !"

She nodded her head, her pussy writhing and rippling around my plunging prick. The delight was incessant. Her pulp surged over my cock. She sucked at me. My peter twitched and throbbed in her depths. I fucked her harder. Faster. I buried to the hilt in her wonderful cunt.

Ms. Petrov fucked my slit without mercifulness. She stimulated me, rubbing her mamilla into my backbone. Her dildo plundered me to the hilt again and again. I gasped and moaned, my ovaries getting so hot. So full of cum.

The bliss surged through my body. I whimpered. Moaned. Stars danced before my eyes as my pleasure built in my ovaries. A vast pressure needed to hightail it. I groaned through gritrock teeth, battling this aching to come out. It was so powerful. Too powerful.

I could n't fight this.

I wanted to. Ached to. I did n't want to be spanked, but ... but ...

"Mom !"I howled and erupted.

I fired my cum into my mother 's fat pussy. My prick pumped blast after blast of my seed into her. I filled her to the lip with my nerve. My cunt convulsed around the dildo plundering in me as I fired all my incestuous germ into my female parent 's cunt.

She moaned in delight. Her cunt milked me. Wrung me dry. Her big boobs rubbed into my bout tits. They jiggled and heaved as she squirmed against me. tosh ran down her chin. Her dispirited eyes blazed.

"Naughty futa,"moaned Ms. Petrov as she buried into me. She trembled, her voice growing throaty."Such a distasteful daughter. Cumming in your mother 's unprotected uterus. Tch, tch. You could pink her up !"

"I know !"I howled, my kitty-cat writhing around the dildo. She did n't eff me any longer.

Was she cumming, too ?

She had to be. She groaned, her fingernails biting into my rosehip. We were all moaning through our climax. My futa-cum flooded my mother 's pussy. The pleasure and exaltation slammed into my mind. At that moment, I did n't give care about anything else.

And then Ms. Petrov pulled her dildo out of my cunt and said,"Someone disobeyed me."

"I tried !"I whimpered."…I did, Ms. Petrov, but ... but ... My mom was cumming around my cock."

"And ?"the dominatrix asked as she moved across the room.

"How could I refuse erupting ?"

"Through obeisance,"she said."You were given a command. You failed. You have to be punished."

"But !"I spluttered."That 's not fair. My mom went multi-orgasmic. She kept cumming and cumming."

"'But'is a discussion I dislike,"Ms. Petrov said while opening a cabinet. I groaned at the heap of flails, wisp, paddle, crops, and other items. My butt-cheeks clenched."It is a weaselly word. One that cowards and silly failure use to mitigate the weakness in their lives. In here, I expect people to take province for their actions."

She grabbed a lash. I shuddered at the sight of it. A bullwhip, midst and long, made of braided red and black leather. She advanced back to us, grinning. She stopped a good ten invertebrate foot away from me. I gasped as her arm swirled in an arc. The whip leaped into the air, a fuzz of apparent movement.

CRACK !

My butt-cheek clenched. She did n't land it on me, but an inch from my asscheeks. I felt the caress of air washing over my rump. I shuddered at the sound it made. That would hurt. I whimpered, my futa-dick twitching in my mother 's embrace.

Why was I still hard ?

"Since you are new to this,"she said,"I 'll give you a choice. You can accept your penalty like a responsible, young charwoman, or your mother can be a proxy. I 'll punish her for raising a futa who ca n't control her orgasms."

I gaped."That 's not fair. She was n't the one who disobeyed you ! My female parent obeyed you."I pulled my girl-dick out of my female parent 's cunt and faced Ms. Petrov. My futa-cock bobbed in the air before me."She followed your orders ! You do n't need to hurt her."This wrath swelled inside of me at Ms. Petrov.

"So you 're going to take responsibility ?"she asked."twist over between your female parent 's thighs. Press your human face into her cunt. Lick her clean since you soiled her with all your fertile cum while I punish you."

"Fine !"I said, my anger growing even more. My wrists tugged at the mountain range binding my handlock together. I bent over, feeling it rubbing into my rump as I wanted to get exempt of it.

I pressed my face into my female parent 's twat. I nuzzled into her cunt, my futa-cock throb and vellication between my thighs. Pussy juice dribbled down my turncock. I groaned my pleasure, my hips wiggled from side to side. My snatch clenched as I inhaled the tart mania of my female parent immix with my salty cum.

I licked through her flexure. I lapped up my cum and her pick. Mom moaned, leaning back. Her big boob heaved and jiggled over my head. I stared up at her, focusing on her and her slit. She could stay fresh all the pleasure she wanted from her cunt-boss.

I really, really did n't like Ms. Petrov. My mom deserved better.

I thrust my spit deep into her cunt as I waited for the whip to fall. My clapper fluttered through her pussy. My jizz coated my glossa. The thick ointment spilled over it, setting my taste buds on fire. I groaned, this barbaric heat surging through my physical structure. My heart pounded in my thorax as I waited for the whip to fall and crack up on my ass.

The whiplash whisked through the air. My butt-cheeks tensed.

CRACK !

My head snapped up."sanctum fucking shit !"

It hurt. It hurt a lot. My ass burned with pain. I felt the chevron blazing across my posterior. My futa-cock twitched and pulsate. My fingerbreadth flexed and relaxed. What had Mom meant about Ms. Petrov not harming me ? Because that stung.

This rebelliousness surged through me. I could fill it. I buried my face back into my mother 's puss as the stinging pain melted down to my cunt. It swirled around in there, sparking off a little bit of heat. A trickle of cream ran down my cock.

Mom moaned above me. She trembled as my glossa cleaned out her cunt. My salty cum poured out of her cunt and into my mouth. I drank it all up, focusing on her pussy—on cleaning up my mess—instead of Ms. Petrov.

The ice-bitch 's heels clicked on the tiles behind me. The party whip swished.

CRACK !

I groaned into my female parent 's pussy as another descent of painful sensation kissed my ass. My butt-cheeks clenched. My futa-dick throbbed. The heat in my twat actually swelled. I grew from the heat that surged into me.

That was insane. I could n't believe that was happening. That it was making my puss feel honorable. Did my mom get off on being spanked ? Had I inherited that from her ? I had no idea, but my pussycat burned with a hazardous heat. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

My tongue thrust deep into my female parent 's cunt. I swirled around in her. I teased her. Loved her. I wanted to urinate her cum laborious. She would explode. The rapture would bristle through her body and deluge my mouth while I endured this bother.

SWISH ! crack !

My twat squeezed stringent as I moaned. Tears sprang into my oculus from the intensity of the pain. My integral torso squirmed. I groaned into my mother 's twat, rubbing my lips and chin against her hot vulva. My futa-dick throbbed and twitched.

"Mmm, you are such a naughty, gamy futa,"Ms. Petrov moaned, such throaty pleasance in her voice now."feeling at that ass. Three red lines. Mmm, how do they feel ? Are they making your wicked cunt hot ?"

I ignored her.

"I asked you a question, Jennifer,"she said, her vocalism growing tighter.

"I 'm fussy !"I answered and knife thrust my clapper back into my mother 's cunt. I swirled around inside of my mother 's twat, my anger feeding my defiance.

My ass throbbed from the stinting welts with my drubbing blink of an eye. My futa-cock ache and shiver, puss juices dripping off the tip. My snatch was so wet. Was it because I was so unresolved ? I no longer had a hymen.

Or was it the thrill of being defiant and taking my penalty.

SWISH ! CRACK !

The whip snapped on my right butt-cheek, a snuggling caress that sent my spit darting rich into my mother 's twat. I swirled it around in her. Mom moaned above me. Her big boobs heaved and trembled. Her second joint squeezed about my head.

I sucked on her clit.

"Well, naughty futa !"demanded Ms. Petrov."Are you going to do my inquiry this sentence ?"

Mom whimpered while I nursed on her bud.

I gave her such bliss while I waited for the next debacle to strike. My round of golf breasts jiggled. My weaponry fought the restraints. I wanted to be back in pussy so badly. My mom 's pussy. I could fuck her and get whipped all at the same time.

That would be hot. I could just make sure I bred her—

SWISH ! CRACK !

The painfulness exploded across my behind. I squealed around my mom 's button. I bucked. My futa-cock throbbed. The pressure in my ovaries swelled. My puss burned to be fucked again. The agony transformed into rapture.

"solution me, slovenly woman !"hissed Ms. Petrov.

My mother moaned. Then she bucked. Her pussy juices gushed out. That tart torrent of delicious emollient poured out of her. I licked and lapped it up, driving my tongue up and down her plica. More of my salty cum gushed out with her incestuous passion.

"Do not ignore me, Jennifer !"Ms. Petrov hissed.

"I 'm engaged making my mother cum !"I answered."She 's gushing such fantastic and delic—"

SWISH ! cleft !

I groaned, my ass throbbing bad. I shuddered, my choler and lust building and building. I would just fuck my mom know. I would pound her. She had permit to accept every climax she could give, so I would give them to her.

I had never been a rebellious miss, but now I wanted to be. My mom shuddered through her orgasm. She groaned and panted. Her face flushed. twaddle leaked out of her mouth. I lifted my boldness, her ointment dripping off my chin.

"Mmm, I 'm going to fuck you again, Mom !"I said."I 'll pump you entire of all that yummy cum."

"I did n't give you permission !"snarled Ms. Petrov."You 're my slave."

I through a facial expression over my shoulder at her."No, I 'm your employee 's daughter ! I came here to bear some fun, not to get my ass whipped by a gripe !"

Mom groaned.

"Bitch ?"Ms. Petrov asked that question while her facial expression went icy pale. She gripped the bullwhip between both hands, stretching the leather taut.

"Yeah, squawk,"I said, reveling in it."Now, my mom has a hot cunt that I just have to bonk. I 'm going to pound her severe. So you can just halt whipping my ass ?"

She drew back the whip in that fluid question, the end whirling in a circle over her psyche. She snapped her arm forward. The whip shot out at me, uncoiling until the small end flicked into not my ass but my speed thigh.

fling !

The pain exploded. It hurt sorry than getting spanked on my ass. This was rightful agony. It stung up and down my leg. My anger burst out of me. I whirled around to confront her, my futa-cock bobbing and swaying before me.

Then I pressed my hired hand together, my fingers attacked the leather cuffs. They were n't locked. I worked at the strap as I snarled,"That was the hold out time you whip me, gripe !"

Mom groaned even louder behind me as I tore open the handcuff and exempt my compensate arm. I charged at Ms. Petrov as she cocked back the whip to whip it down at me, rage burning in her blue oculus. I did n't care.

It was time to teach this pussy a object lesson !

To be continued ...