Futa's Wild Passion

Chapter 14 : Dominatrix Plays with the Futa

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

short letter : Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for Beta recitation this !

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

A anxious flutter washed through me. My mom's warning she gave in the car hit me hard as the elevator creaked higher and gamy. A nervous ripple 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 couldn't handle this BDSM stuff.

“ It'll be okay, ” Mom said, rubbing my arm. “ She won't harm you... Probably. ”

“ Mom, ” I groaned, my eubstance shaking. “ That's not helpful. ”

“ I'm sorry. She's just... very forceful. 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 induce the job. I mean, how many big companies would rent a forty-year-old woman who just got her IT credentials. I mean, I hadn'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 debase me. To run me into doing matter that I had no thought I could enjoy. Would want to revel. You understand, I'm not gay. I like men. I loved your beginner very much. I still love him, but... ”

“ You were lonely and horny and then your boss was touching you in agency that you found surprising, ” I said. “ It was like this substitution flipped in you, and you were seeing the world differently. Doing things 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 railway yard. I was mad at her, wrestling with her, then I suddenly realized I was on top of her and that she was so precious and sexy and then we were kissing and it all happened. ”

“ Yeah, that was what it was like. ” Mom took a deep breath. “ It's not love between us, ” my mom added. “ I don't think Ms. Petrov is capable of beloved. There's something missing inside of her. ”

“ That's sad, ” I said.

My mom nodded then she shuddered as the lift slowed to a stop consonant. It opened onto the executive floor. Just like it had yesterday. I was far, far more spooky as I followed my mom towards Ms. Petrov's office staff. This time, the administrator helper's desk was staffed by a vernal, light-haired womanhood with her hair pinned up in a aphrodisiac bun, ice perched on her nose.

“ She's waiting for you, veronica, ” the Cy Young adult female purred. She was in her twenties, at the bloom of her beauty. “ And for your daughter. ”

Was the secretaire someone that Ms. Petrov had seduced, too ? There was a knowing spark in her eyes. My futa-cock twitched in my step-in. My cheeks blushed. Why did it embarrass me that this woman knew we were going to have got sex with Ms. Petrov.

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

I frowned. I thought we could go right-hand in.

“ Enter, ” a commanding voice called.

My mother opened the doorway and entered boldly. I followed her, closing the doors behind her to infix the almost austere office of Ms. Petrov. It was heavy, almost erectile. Her glass desk stood in the center of it. She had a niche office, two paries that were nothing but tinted windows overlooking the metropolis. The other two walls were covered in whiten cabinets that almost blended in with ascetic blusher save for their gold knobs and locks.

The woman herself sat at her desk, her black hairsbreadth pinned up in a bun. Her blue middle were piercing as they flicked to us. She stood up and I blinked. She wore a corset that hugged her slender torso in black. The leather straps holding it tight gave her an hourglass flesh. little tit were cradled in leather loving cup, tit exposed and intemperate. She wore no panties, her kitty shaved. She didn't have the thick bush that I had imagined when jerking off. She had on fishnet stockings held up by leather garter strap dangling from the corset and knee-high boots polished to such a glow that manifestation flashed over the black surface.

“ fountainhead, 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 slave 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. Pussy juice gleamed on her shaved flesh.

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

“ hard worker, landing strip, ” the dominatrix said, her Russian accent midst and exotic. It gave her an even to a greater extent of an icy edge. A natural bitchiness that demanded obedience.

“ Yes, Ms. Petrov, ” my mother said and attacked the clit of her blouse.

My headland swiveled as Ms. Petrov passed us, heading for the row of cabinets. Her pale ass swayed with her every step. I swallowed as she opened one. It was full moon of restraints. Metal cuff, manacles, leather cuff, wide barroom with hamper at the end, and various hues and thickness of Mexican valium. A collection of muzzle dangled from hooks. Bands of rubber or leather straps attached to dowels or rubber balls.

What did those early storage locker contain ?

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

A disgusting throb rippled up my prick as I stared at my mom. She was here. She would piddle sure nothing bad would happen to me. She loved me. Birthed me. Raised me. We were more than than female parent and daughter now.

We were lovers.

Her panties off, she straightened. Her hired hand went behind her back. She stood tall, berm back and breast thrust out of her. They rose with her breathing. Her buttock blushed vermilion, her teat hard. The woman of the street aroma of her pussy reached my nose.

“ Mmm, facial expression at your mother, ” Ms. Petrov said. “ She was such an innocent when I claimed her. Never eaten kitty-cat. Never enjoyed a dildo. It was such a delight the first off prison term she rimmed my asshole. I sent her habitation to you with that rancid musk on her rim. I wonder if she kissed you in greeting when she got home while you had no idea how I'd used her mouth. ”

My cheeks burned. Mom usually would buss my baby and me when she would come plate from work. On the cheeks. The forehead. speedy single. Mom-type kisses.

“ You never knew she had my twat cream or ass on her brim, ” said Ms. Petrov. “ That she when I called her in for'emergencies,'I was tying her down and fucking her with big dildos. ”

“ No idea, Ms. Petrov, ” I said, squirming.

She seemed pleased by that answer. Then she stared at my female parent. “ Open. ”

Mom opened her back talk wide, accepting the ringing gag that was shoved past her sassing. The silver band would preserve her mouth open wide-eyed but she couldn't public lecture. I shuddered as Ms. Petrov buckled it behind her while this pit rose in my stomach.

Mom couldn't talk. Couldn't object to anything Ms. Petrov did to me.

No, no, Mom wouldn't let her boss trauma me no matter what. My female parent loved all her daughters. Loved me. It wasn't just the sex, it was that enate inherent aptitude that burned so bright in her. She would protect me.

“ routine around. ” Ms. Petrov gave commands with effortless easiness. They cracked with steel even though she didn't upraise her tone.

Mom turned around. She had her hands not clasped behind her back, but held open. She didn't resist as Ms. Petrov cinched a leather handlock to each of them, a light bar of alloy holding them together, binding her hands behind her back.

My jumpiness swelled. Mom could still protect me if things got weird. rightfulness ?

“ On your knees, slave, ” Ms. Petrov said not even looking at Mom. Her blue devil oculus 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 hair and yanked her headland forward. The dominatrix pressed my mother's oral fissure into her puss and then shuddered. It was clear the ring gag didn't stop Mom from licking cunt.

I swallowed. She kept looking at me while my mother licked and lapped and moaned. The sounds of her eating the icy charwoman's cunt echoed through the office. I squirmed. Why did Ms. Petrov keep looking at me ? My pussy grew hotter. My shaft ached more 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 stumbler. She was figuring out how she would carve me up and suffice me. She was dangerous. This tingling ripple shooting through me. I didn't know what was going to chance this afternoon.

“ Strip, Jennifer, ” she said, using my full epithet. No one used my full moon name.

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

This was a charwoman who didn't tolerate corrections.

I pulled off my blouse, ripping it over my headspring. My chest jiggled in my bra. pursuit kindled in her blue eyes as she stared at my nineteen-year-old body. She licked her lips. Mom kept feasting on her cunt as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

I bared my young tits to the dominatrix's eyes.

A athirst purr rumbled from Ms. Petrov. A feline hunger blossomed in her dismal eyes. Now I was the mouse about to be eaten.

I swallowed and unzipped my chick. It dropped down my pegleg. Her center focused on my privates, on my futa-dick swelling my panties. She wanted to relish 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 tool throbbed and pulsed before me. The danger beat through my vena. But I could handle this. I had a big futa-cock. She wanted it. Lusted for it. That gave me an advantage over her, right ? My breasts jiggled as trembles of excitement rippled through me.

She scrutinized me. My pecker. My tits. My Virgin pussy clenched. The heat energy washed through my organic structure. My toes curled and flexed. Then she pulled away from my mother and walked around me. Mom panted, her large tit rising and falling.

“ What a beautiful animal you brought into this cosmos, slave. ” Ms. Petrov's heeled boots echoed with her every step as she circled me. “ I see your beauty in her, but she got her fiery hair from your husband. ”

My mother could only groan.

“ Mmm, and what beautiful hair's-breadth it is, ” Ms. Petrov said when she was behind me.

She seized my hair, pulling it into a ponytail. I gasped as she gripped me by it and then she marched to her table, dragging me behind her. I bent over and scurried after, wincing at the flare of pain in the neck. I felt so helpless to accompany her. It sent his disgustful shiver through me. The peril intensified, feeling the ache in my ovaries.

She brought me to her desk and pressed me down onto it. My round breast kissed the nerveless surface. My body trembled. My futa-cock swayed beneath me, bobbing back and forth. My heart pumped screaming stock through my veins.

“ Mmm, this ass, ” purred Ms. Petrov. “ nix like young ass. Naturally sloshed and perky. ” She grabbed my butt-cheeks, squeezing them. She parted my crack as she played with me. “ Oh, yes, that's Delicious. hard worker, this ass needs to be worshiped. Don't you think ? ”

Mother moaned.

“ Then get over here and rim her ! ”

I heard my female parent moving, her large tits smacking together. Her bare human foot slapped on the Harlan Fisk Stone flooring. Then she was behind me. I felt her breath on my case. She moaned her wordless pleasure and nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks. I felt the shoulder strap of her gag friction on my flesh.

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

“ Mom ! ” I whimpered in delight. “ Oh, wow, Mom ! That's so... That's so naughty ! ”

Ms. Petrov moved around the desk and leaned over. “ Do you like your female parent eating your asshole ? ”

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

“ Get that cocksucker overnice and wet, ” Ms. Petrov said. She sauntered towards the console, striding out of my sight. “ Get that spit in your daughter's dickhead, slave. ”

My mom obeyed.

I gasped as her clapper thrust into my son of a bitch. I bucked and squirmed on the desk, rubbing my nipples into the crank Earth's surface. Naughty Spark of pleasure fusillade through me. They electrified me. I groaned, my butt-cheeks clenching around her face.

It was so unbelievable to have my ass rimmed by my mother's naughty tongue. She did such wicked things with it. She swirled her tongue around inside my bowels, wiggling it in as deep as she could. I moaned while a cabinet creaked open.

What was Ms. Petrov doing ? Grabbing ?

I squirmed and twisted, struggling to grab coup d'oeil of Ms. Petrov as my mom's loose-fitting rimming continued. She soaked my asshole in her spittle. She thrust her tongue deep and far into my motherfucker. I shuddered, my butt-cheeks clenching around her face, my pussycat and futa-cock drink in the sensations.

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

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

“ Enough licking her, slave, ” said Ms. Petrov.

Mom pulled her face from between my butt-cheeks. I groaned, missing the esthesis already. My SOB tingled from her tongue, soaked in her saliva. Ms. Petrov set a silver gray cone beside me with a tenuous neck leading to a handle. It was polished smooth, the end a assault tip, not a astute point.

“ A butt fireplug ? ” I gasped.

“ You've used one ? ” Ms. Petrov had.

“ I've heard about them, ” I said. “ I've never seen one. ” My dickhead tingled. “ Are you... ”

“ Oh, yes, ” she said, grinning. “ But first, workforce behind your back. ”

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

I stared at the dildo lying beside me as she cinched the cuff tight. The mountain chain jangled as she bound my left wrist. My fingers twitched. I felt so helpless now. My virgin pussy clenched. I had wondered how I would lose my cherry.

I never thought it would pass off in the office of my mother's boss.

I swallowed. “ I'm a virgin. ”

“ I know, ” she said. “ Your mother told me all about the delight of licking your cherry bitch. Of caressing your hymen. ” Ms. Petrov let out a shuddering sigh. “ It has been soooo long since I had the privilege. And you're a futa. You've been fucking with that cock, but ignoring all the delight that your organic structure has to offer. ”

I swallowed and whimpered.

She picked up the butt spark plug. “ Now, ” she said, pressing the tip into my right asscheek. She slid the cool alloy across me towards my crack cocaine. “ If you want this to end, if you can't handle what I'm doing, say red light. ” A sneer crossed her voice, like only a pathetic, mark baby would do it. “ I'll hitch. I won't go any further. ”

“ okeh, ” I said and shivered, wanting to say it. But what about my mom's promotion ? Her job ? “ I can palm it. Every girlfriend has to lose her cherry sometime. Why not like this ? It'll be memorable. ”

“ Mmm, you're a wild thing. Not nearly as vulnerable as your mother had been. You're full at faking you're not afraid. ” Ms. Petrov leaned over me, her naked crotch rubbing into my ass. “ I like the bravado. It's so much fun to see how far a girl is bequeath to go just to turn out she's not scared. ”

“ I'm not, ” I said, my heart pounding.

“ Liar. ” She licked my ear. “ The fright will only sweeten it. You're going to have intercourse every last-place affair I do to you. ”

She lifted away and pressed the arse plug between my asscheeks. I shuddered at the smooth metal rubbing against my soma. She moved it down and down to my sphincter wreathed in spit. Despite knowing a girl's asshole could elongate to take something thicker than a butt plug & mdash ; like my cock, for example & mdash ; a riffle of fear washed through me.

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

“ Oh, god, oh, god ! ” I moaned, squirming on her glass desk. My mamilla throbbed against the surface. pleasure surged down to my cunt. This hot delight guess through me. It was incredible to experience. To know.

She worked Sir Thomas More and more of it into my bowels, screwing it into me. She pressed it cryptic and deeper. My SOB swallowed More and Sir Thomas More of it. I groaned as the last bit popped into me. Now only the pin down handle thrust out of my sphincter, the home widening into a round of golf knob.

“ Oh, my god, ” I moaned.

I squeezed my dickhead around it as Ms. Petrov picked up her strap-on. I couldn't see her behind me, but I could hear her stepping into the harness. The sounds of it climbing up her branch, her thighs, sent a shiver through me. My virgin puss clenched. Pussy juices soaked my George W. Bush. I could smell my sweet fervor wreathing the air.

I heard the strap tightening. I pictured it thrusting from her shaved crotch, that pink shaft eager to pop my cherry and break me fully in. I whimpered, my fingers flexing. My weapons system pulled on my cuffs, wanting to push up and resist so I could see her.

Ms. Petrov grabbed my whisker. I squealed out at the jar of infliction as she jerked me upright and pulled me from her desk. The tip of her dildo prodded my ass as she backed me up a few steps. Though it hurt, being pulled around by my hair made e feel like such a dirty, slavish slut.

This wave of warmth rippled out of my virgin slit. My dick twitched from the turmoil. My mamilla tingled. I clenched my motherfucker down around the butt plug and whimpered out in delight.

Without even being told, my mom rose, moved before me, and sat down on the desk facing me. bosh ran out of her spread-open mouth. Her declamatory chest quivered. Her pussy gleamed, surrounded by her blond fur.

She looked so inviting.

“ Mmm, go slide into your mother, ” purred Ms. Petrov. “ I want you to be in the very pussy 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 consequences would be. “ Sorry, Ms. Petrov. ”

“ Now get that futa-cock in your mother's cunt right now, ” she hissed. Her fingernails bit into my rump as she squeezed.

I gasped and darted forward. My round tits heaved. I reached the desk, my rooster bouncing up and down wildly. I had to look for its movement to stop so I could rail line up at my mother's snatch. Neither of us could use our hired man. She stared at me with bright, dark optic, moaning and whimpering.

She wanted my cock in her snatch. I groaned, eager for that joy, too.

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

My breasts quivered in delectation. I groaned as I buried deeper and deeper into her cunt. My rooster slid to the hilt in my female parent. This amazing, trembling warmth surged over me. I groaned at the boot of having every inch of my mother's pussy wrapped around my cock.

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

“ Mmm, what a taboo and delicious rebuff, ” purred Ms. Petrov.

Click-click.

She stepped cheeseparing.

Click-click.

She brought that dildo nearer to my pussycat. I quivered, my natural language dancing around in my mother's spread-open sass. Her natural language played with mine while her cunt clenched around my girl-dick. The heat of her snatch soaked my dick in her taboo juices.

I loved being in her pussy. I was so happy I was losing my virginity while pressed against my mother. I just wished Allie were here. I closed my eyes 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 unruffled surface dimpled my ass. She brought it down between my thigh. She pressed it into my cunt. I quivered at the pleasure of her dildo pressing 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 daughter's cherry, ” moaned Ms. Petrov. “ You're such a whore, you brought your innocent daughter to me so I could down her. What kind of slutty mother are you. ”

Mom moaned, her cunt clenching around my pussy.

“ Yes, yes, that very much, ” Ms. Petrov moaned.

She pressed against my cherry. My whoreson clenched around my butt joint plug as my hymen stretched and stretched. A flare of pain surged through me. I squirmed, my futa-dick aching Thomas More and more in my mother's slit. I kissed her hard.

“ And Jennifer, one more thing, ” Ms. Petrov said, “ no cumming without permission. ”

I broke the kiss and gasped, “ What ? ”

She thrust.

My cherry popped.

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

A feminine delight rippled through me. My mother fucker squeezed on the ass spark plug, drawing pleasure from it while a thrill of walking on air surged out my pussy. It rippled up my cock 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 stopcock and a cunt all at the Same time. “ Oh, my god ! Oh, my god ! ”

“ You good not cum, Jennifer, ” Ms. Petrov said, a mocking sound in her tonicity. Then she drew back her hips.

My twat clung to her dildo. My slick walls drank in the feel 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 spate of pleasure washed out of my pussycat, stimulating my cock.

My ovaries drank in the passion, the air pressure building already towards my climax. My eye 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 taboo cunt.

“ Oh, no, ” I whimpered.

“ Mmm, yes ! ” purred Ms. Petrov as she fucked my slit. She rammed that dildo in and out of slit, pressing me loaded against my mother's physical structure, my dick deeper into her twat. “ Your female parent can cum, but not you. ”

My center widened.

Ms. Petrov grabbed my pelvis. As she drew back hers, she pulled on mine. My cock slid backward through my mom's tight pulp. Her satiny wall massaged my cock even as Ms. Petrov's dildo stroked my internal depths.

“ Oh, fucking no ! ”

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

Ms. Petrov rammed her dildo back into me. Her crotch smacked my arse, driving my hips forward. I gasped as I buried back into my mother's incestuous snatch. My nipples rubbed against hers. Mom moaned, her twat clenching around my tool, her body trembling.

The dominatrix pumped my pelvis as she fucked me. I couldn't help matching her calendar method after a moment, melting in the bliss of the threefold frictions sending joy through me. My cunt drank in the thick rotating shaft plunging over and over into my depths. My futa-cock reveled in the silky heaven gliding around my spongy crown.

My body quivered. My holes clenched down on the toy plundering them. The butt plug shifted in my bowels every meter Ms. Petrov hammered forward and drove my dildo deeper into my mother's cunt. The footling foreplay in my asshole joined the early two blisses.

I wanted to cum.

Ached to cum.

She would penalise me.

I glanced at some of the cabinets that were still closed. One of those would throw party whip and flails and paddles. I had no uncertainty she would use them on me. So I trembled, fighting that building itch to cum swelling and swelling inside of me.

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

Mom whimpered, her blue optic wide.

“ No, no, ” I groaned. “ You can't cum, Mom ! ”

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

Mom nodded her head and whimpered in delight. Her pussy clenched around me, drinking in the friction. I gasped at the increased blissfulness flowing down my cock to my pussy stuffed with the dildo. My body bucked, nipples sliding across her pillowy breasts.

“ No, no, Mom ! ” I panted. “ Please, please, don't cum ! ”

“ She's my slave ! ” hissed Ms. Petrov. “ My naughty, little whore. Ooh, yes, yes ! ”

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

Her optic begged for my pardon. I whimpered as her incestuous snatch squeezed so tight around me. I buried hard into her twat, propelled by Ms. Petrov's powerful thrusts. The dominatrix held zilch back.

Mom came.

Her pussy writhed and spasmed around my snatch. Her goof spasmed wildly. The pleasure surged down my slam. My ovaries lurched, aegir to drop my cum into her. I whimpered and moaned, shaking my head.

I wouldn't cum.

Mom's pussy sucked with hungriness at my dick. She wanted me to pump into her profundity. She wasn't on parentage control. I could breed her like I was breeding Allie. My mom and sister could both be pregnant at the same time.

No ! I couldn't think that.

Ms. Petrov's dildo plowed hard into my cunt, driving me into my mother's convulsing kidnapping. My toes curled. My son of a bitch clenched around the butt plug. Whimpering moan burst from my sass. I clamped my jaw shut. My fingerbreadth balled into fists. My blazon fought against the restraints.

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

No ! No ! No !

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

Just spurt.

Cum in her.

strain her !

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

My fingernails bit into my palm. My pelvic girdle plunged forward, thrusting in and out of my female parent's slit. I could withstand her spasming flesh. I could hold out. I had to endure. I buried intemperate and deep into her. I buried my girl-dick to the hilt in her puss again and again, the pleasure of her pussy ripple over my cock.

My fiery hair danced around my face. I whimpered and moaned, my mamilla rubbing into Mom's pussy. She gasped and groaned, her blue sky eyes melting as she bucked. Her pussy 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 cock. The delight was incessant. Her flesh surged over my prick. She sucked at me. My dick twitched and throbbed in her depth. I fucked her harder. Faster. I buried to the hilt in her wonderful cunt.

Ms. Petrov fucked my pussy without mercy. She stimulated me, rubbing her titty into my back. Her dildo plundered me to the hilt again and again. I gasped and moaned, my ovaries getting so hot. So full moon of cum.

The bliss surged through my dead body. I whimpered. Moaned. ace danced before my eyes as my delight built in my ovaries. A vast insistence needed to get by. I groaned through grit teeth, battling this ache to take fire. It was so powerful. Too powerful.

I couldn't competitiveness this.

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

“ Mom ! ” I howled and erupted.

I fired my cum into my mother's fat twat. My shaft pumped blast after blow of my come into her. I filled her to the brim with my spunk. My puss convulsed around the dildo pillaging in me as I fired all my incestuous seed into my mother's cunt.

She moaned in joy. Her pussy milked me. Wrung me dry. Her big boobs rubbed into my stave tits. They jiggled and heaved as she squirmed against me. Drool ran down her Kuki-Chin. Her blue eyes blazed.

“ Naughty futa, ” moaned Ms. Petrov as she buried into me. She trembled, her voice growing throaty. “ Such a wicked daughter. Cumming in your female parent's unprotected womb. Tch, tch. You could knock her up ! ”

“ I know ! ” I howled, my cunt writhing around the dildo. She didn't fuck me any longer.

Was she cumming, too ?

She had to be. She groaned, her fingernails biting into my hips. We were all moaning through our coming. My futa-cum flooded my mother's pussy. The pleasance and transport slammed into my judgment. At that import, I didn't care about anything else.

And then Ms. Petrov pulled her dildo out of my puss 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 defy erupting ? ”

“ Through obedience, ” 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 word I dislike, ” Ms. Petrov said while opening a cabinet. I groaned at the sight of flails, wisp, paddle, crops, and other detail. My butt-cheeks clenched. “ It is a weaselly word. One that coward and pathetic losers use to palliate the weakness in their lives. In here, I expect people to take responsibility for their actions. ”

She grabbed a whip. I shuddered at the sight of it. A bullwhip, midst and long, made of braided red and Shirley Temple leather. She advanced back to us, grinning. She stopped a safe ten human foot away from me. I gasped as her arm swirled in an arc. The party whip leaped into the air, a blur of trend.

CRACK !

My butt-cheek clenched. She didn'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 break you a pick. You can assume your penalisation like a responsible, young woman, or your mother can be a placeholder. I'll punish her for raising a futa who can't ascendancy her orgasms. ”

I gaped. “ That's not fair. She wasn't the one who disobeyed you ! My female parent obeyed you. ” I pulled my girl-dick out of my mother's twat and faced Ms. Petrov. My futa-cock bobbed in the air before me. “ She followed your orders ! You don't need to hurt her. ” This choler swelled interior of me at Ms. Petrov.

“ So you're going to conduct responsibility ? ” she asked. “ flexure over between your mother's second joint. urge on your face into her bitch. lick her unobjectionable since you soiled her with all your fertile cum while I punish you. ”

“ fine ! ” I said, my anger growing even more. My articulatio radiocarpea tugged at the chain binding my cuffs together. I bent over, feeling it rubbing into my croup as I wanted to get free of it.

I pressed my face into my mother's bozo. I nuzzled into her snatch, my futa-cock throbbing and vellication between my thighs. snatch juices dribbled down my pecker. I groaned my delight, my rosehip wiggled from face to side. My cunt clenched as I inhaled the cyprian warmth of my female parent motley with my salty cum.

I licked through her sheepfold. I lapped up my cum and her emollient. Mom moaned, leaning back. Her big tits heaved and jiggled over my head. I stared up at her, focusing on her and her pussy. She could save all the pleasance she wanted from her cunt-boss.

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

I thrust my glossa deep into her cunt as I waited for the whiplash to go down. My tongue fluttered through her pussycat. My jizz coated my tongue. The thick pick spilled over it, setting my mouthful buds on flame. I groaned, this wild estrus surging through my consistency. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for the whip to fall and crack on my ass.

The party whip whisked through the air. My butt-cheeks tensed.

tornado !

My head snapped up. “ Holy fucking tinker's damn ! ”

It hurt. It hurt a lot. My ass burned with painful sensation. I felt the stripes blaze across my rear end. My futa-cock twitched and throb. My fingers flexed and relaxed. What had Mom meant about Ms. Petrov not harming me ? Because that stung.

This defiance surged through me. I could subscribe to it. I buried my face back into my mother's cunt as the stinging painful sensation melted down to my snatch. It swirled around in there, sparking off a piffling bit of estrus. A trickle of emollient ran down my cock.

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

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

tornado !

I groaned into my mother's pussy as another billet of pain in the neck kissed my ass. My butt-cheeks clenched. My futa-dick throbbed. The heat in my cuckoo actually swelled. I grew from the heat that surged into me.

That was insane. I couldn't believe that was happening. That it was making my slit smell goodness. Did my mom get off on being spanked ? Had I inherited that from her ? I had no thought, but my pussy burned with a crazy heat. succus dribbled down my thighs.

My tongue stab deep into my female parent's cunt. I swirled around in her. I teased her. Loved her. I wanted to clear her cum strong. She would explode. The ecstasy would burst through her soundbox and photoflood my mouth while I endured this painfulness.

SWISH ! CRACK !

My twat squeezed tight as I moaned. tears sprang into my heart from the chroma of the annoyance. My full dead body squirmed. I groaned into my female parent's puss, rubbing my sassing and chin against her hot vulva. My futa-dick throbbed and twitched.

“ Mmm, you are such a naughty, naughty futa, ” Ms. Petrov moaned, such throaty pleasure in her voice now. “ smell at that ass. Three red lines. Mmm, how do they finger ? Are they making your loathsome cunt hot ? ”

I ignored her.

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

“ I'm occupy ! ” I answered and jabbing my tongue back into my mother's cunt. I swirled around inside of my female parent's pussy, my ire feeding my defiance.

My ass throbbed from the stinting welts with my whacking wink. My futa-cock ached and thrill, kitty juices dripping off the tip. My twat was so wet. Was it because I was so open up ? I no longer had a hymen.

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

SWISH ! whirl !

The lash snapped on my flop butt-cheek, a necking caress that sent my tongue darting deep into my mother's slit. I swirled it around in her. Mom moaned above me. Her big titty heaved and trembled. Her thighs squeezed about my head.

I sucked on her clit.

“ Well, blue futa ! ” demanded Ms. Petrov. “ Are you going to answer my question this time ? ”

Mom whimpered while I nursed on her bud.

I gave her such bliss while I waited for the next thrashing to fall. My circle breasts jiggled. My arms fought the restraints. I wanted to be back in pussy so badly. My mom's pussy. I could bang her and get whipped all at the same time.

That would be hot. I could just stool sure I bred her & mdash ;

SWISH ! scissure !

The pain exploded across my ass. I squealed around my mom's clit. 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, slut ! ” hissed Ms. Petrov.

My female parent moaned. Then she bucked. Her kitty-cat juices gushed out. That cyprian flood of delicious emollient poured out of her. I licked and lapped it up, driving my tongue up and down her congregation. more than of my salty cum gushed out with her incestuous passion.

“ Do not push aside me, Jennifer ! ” Ms. Petrov hissed.

“ I'm interfering making my mother cum ! ” I answered. “ She's gushing such wonderful and delic & mdash ; ”

SWISH ! CRACK !

I groaned, my ass throbbing worse. I shuddered, my anger and lecherousness building and edifice. I would just fuck my mom know. I would pound her. She had permission to have every orgasm she could have, so I would return them to her.

I had never been a ill-affected young lady, but now I wanted to be. My mom shuddered through her orgasm. She groaned and panted. Her face flushed. taradiddle leaked out of her rima oris. I lifted my face, her cream dripping off my chin.

“ Mmm, I'm going to have sex you again, Mom ! ” I said. “ I'll pump you full moon of all that yummy cum. ”

“ I didn't give you permission ! ” snarled Ms. Petrov. “ You're my slave. ”

I through a flavour over my shoulder at her. “ No, I'm your employee's daughter ! I came here to give some fun, not to get my ass whipped by a cunt ! ”

Mom groaned.

“ bitch ? ” Ms. Petrov asked that question while her look went icy picket. She gripped the bullwhip between both hands, stretching the leather taut.

“ Yeah, gripe, ” I said, reveling in it. “ Now, my mom has a hot twat that I just have to screw. I'm going to pound her hard. So you can just turn back whipping my ass ? ”

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

CRACK !

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

Then I pressed my hands together, my fingers attacked the leather manacle. They weren't locked. I worked at the strap as I snarled, “ That was the final meter you whip me, squawk ! ”

Mom groaned even louder behind me as I tore open the handcuff and relieve my correct arm. I charged at Ms. Petrov as she cocked back the whip to welt it down at me, storm burning in her bluing eyes. I didn't care.

It was clock time to teach this slit a lesson !

To be continued...