“well based on the lingerie I see, you and the hubby certainly have an active sex life.” I said with a lewd grin. Sarah Holland was topless but still wearing her yoga pants. “Oh look, wet spot.” I said, pointing at her crotch. My prey blushed, so I tossed the satin and lace Cami PJ’s I dug out on the bed between us and said “Change into those, I want a little fashion show.” And moved the chair over, having a seat.
If Sarah Holland didn’t feel embarrassed and humiliated before, she certainly felt it now. After all this, she was being made to parade in front of her torturer like some damn piece of meat. But again, she knew she had little choice. The Cami PJ’s were skimpy and she be blushed as she stood, twirled, and bent over in front of naked torturer. She noticed that his dick was getting erect again, and that could only mean one thing.
Seeing the MILF pose for me in lingerie was nice. She was currently bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, one knee on the bed, looking back at me. I stepped over, and tugging on the bottoms I said “let’s keep the top, but trust me you won’t be needing these…”
Sarah stopped. She knew all too well what was about to happen, and what she was going to be forced to do. Pleadingly she said “Look Danny…I can’t…”
Listening to this MILF beg just made me harder, as I climbed on to their bed. “Remember your options, Mrs. H.” I said, and I held out my hand. My new fuck-toy MILF sniffled, stripped off her Cami shorts, and climbed on the bed. Without being told a word, she swung a leg over, and began to mount me. “good girl,” I said, then made a long, low satisfied grunt as my stiff member entered Sarah Holland’s hot wet love-tunnel.
Sarah was afraid that this was going to happen. Not JUST that she would have had sex with this nerdy-kid, but that a certain part of her would react so well to it. It wasn’t just that Sarah Holland really liked cowgirl (she did) but the length of that damn dick that did it. Sarah felt her body give to the invader, and to get more of it inside her she naturally bowed her back, poking her breasts out. She had kept the PJ top, and the kid had his hands under it and – damn his hide! – Danny Goddard was squeezing her nipples. She LOVED it when a man did that. ‘Close your eyes girl, hang on’ she told herself.
Sarah Holland’s pussy felt awfully good, as she moved up and down on my cock. Her nipples were taught between my fingers as I squeezed them, so she was enjoying the ride, whether she wanted to admit it or not. The PJ top was serving to block her view of my face a bit, and so I said, “Look at me Mrs. H. Look at me Sarah…LOOK.” Making eye contact I said “You – oof – deny it all you – ahh – want, but you LIKE having -oh- having me inside you.”
‘Damn that kid…damn him’ Sarah thought as she looked at him, because that little asshole was right. And to emphasize it, he shifted his hands to bottom of her ribs, and made her stop at nearly the top of her movement. Then the kid gave her an evil smile, and his pace tripled as he began thrusting UP into her, very fast. She squinted and her mouth fell open. It felt almost too good. Sarah’s was being fucked like she was being used, and Sarah liked it.
The moaning wail of my MILF fuck-toy told the truth. She began speaking in incomplete words, and my smile grew broader. Now I slowed slightly, then pulled her down HARD onto me, and said “All right woman, Grind. Grind that pussy on me.” As she began to move I tensed and flexed with her. Shit it felt incredible! Moving my hands back to her nipples I could see that she was clearly fighting a losing battle.
This was a different kind of torture, & Sarah Holland wasn’t hanging on anymore. How could he have known? That 1-2 combo of getting fast-slammed followed by the switch to the slow roll was pushing her over the edge. Her hips were starting to buck on their own, and Sarah threw her head back and called out. In one swift motion Sarah swept the satin PJ top off, and placing her hands on his shoulders, she began shamelessly pounding herself on the dick impaling her, and with a loud wailing cry, she came.
I was having a Helluva day. I had just used almost all the sexual knowledge I knew to make this gorgeous woman cum. Besides the obvious of watching porn, I had two girlfriends, but neither were all that attractive. By comparison, Sarah Holland was the total fucking package; incredible body, long dirty-blonde hair, a little up-turned nose and doe eyes made her the complete & total MILF.
She rode me as she convulsed, crying out. Her cunt was squeezing my dick and I’ll be the first to tell you that hanging on was not easy, but I had one more trick up my sleeve. I knew my fuck-toy’s pussy would be very sensitive, and that was the plan. Sarah Holland was on top of me, breathing heavy, her eyes closed but tearing a little. So I pulled her down & beside me, gave her a hug, and began to reposition.
Sarah Holland was on top of her torturer, Cowgirl style, her chest heaving, and his still stiff dick buried inside her. It made her cry, reason being her body had betrayed her, would her mind do the same? While the kid had given her a hug as he stepped off the bed, he next took hold of her thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed, so much so it made her gasp. It required no imagination to understand what was about to happen, and he had the ‘evil smirk’ as an 18yr. old Danny Goddard opened her thighs.
“Danny, please!” Sarah found herself saying, “I’m sensi-“ but she was silenced as her tormentor ‘manhandled’ her as he simply pulled her about like an object he owned. She both hated it and was aroused by it at the same time, but she had no time to consider that, because the kid was going to fuck her again. He wasted no time either, pu-uu-shing himself inside her, right into her sensitive vagina. It made her twist and cry out, but he paid her no heed. Once fully inside her, her tormentor gripped her ankles, spreading her very wide, and then began to thrust very powerfully into her. It was ‘erotic’ pain she had not felt in a long time.
As soon as I had her ass at the edge of the bed, I ‘sunk’ all of my rock hard penis into her, balls fucking deep. Her face grimaced, just as I had hoped. I then slid my hands out and gripped her ankles, spreading her legs as far apart as I possibly could, and began a rhythm of steady, hard thrusts; pull back, hold, then in hard. My fuck-toy was liking it, holding her own nipples, and began crying out each time I ‘bottomed’ inside her.
It felt incredible to be in complete control of this MILF, even if she didn’t want it to be that way, but reality is I wasn’t going to be able to go much longer. I could feel ‘the wave’ building in me again, so I went for that last ‘trick.’ After a last, powerful thrust, I began to grind myself on her, and let her groan and writhe. Keeping myself all-in, I positioned myself with her right leg straight up, ankle beside my ear, left leg down low. Now I gripped the thigh of the leg held high, keeping her tight against me, and with the other hand, I gave her exposed clit a squeeze while I fast-pumped my new pussy. It worked.
Sarah had always been a ‘one-orgasm’ girl, or so she thought. When she was being shamelessly fucked with her legs spread super wide, she found herself actually gripping her own nipples, and calling out each time. There was a part of Sarah holland that like to be used, and damned if the kid hadn’t tapped into it.
She had wanted for him to just pop his cork and for it to be over, but then she had felt the wave building. “Da-Danny…I..I can’t…” but he suddenly changed up what he was doing. Now she was on her elbows, her sex pressed in close to her tormentor, & Sarah felt totally dominated. Danny Goddard ever-so-slightly ‘pinching’ her clit along with the fast-stroking made her orgasm a SECOND time. She threw her head back with a bellowing scream.
That second incredible orgasm lasted a solid 15 seconds. Sarah Holland’s mind was sent spinning as she lay there screaming and convulsing uncontrollably the entire time, even kicking her feet. To top it off, her torturer had cum inside her, dumping every last drop of his load. When he finally with-drew he pushed her roughly onto the bed, tossed aside like a used towel. Sarah just lay there in her post orgasmic daze.
Truth was, I didn’t really care one way or the other if she was on any damn pill. I was enjoying myself, making the best piece of ass I’d ever had have an orgasm made me dump it all, every bit inside her. Having pushed her roughly aside, I wiped my cock clean on her yoga pants. I synced my phone with my fuck-toy’s so I had her number now, and began getting dressed.
“Well-well-well, look at the time,” I said, pulling on my pants. “Don’s off tomorrow, so that’s out, but you can bet we’ll be doing a repeat of this and then some on Thursday.” I pulled my shirt over my head, and was able to don my shoes standing up. “Just remember Sarah, you’re at my beckoned call. Just do what I tell you and it’ll all work out.”
Sarah lay there, naked. She had rolled away from her tormentor, but she heard his words very clearly. She asked “When will it be over?”
“When I say so, and not before.” I responded promptly. She looked at me a minute, then rolled facing away. I knew better than to leave her without at least a glimmer of hope, so I added “I’ll let you go soon enough, I just want to have some fun.”
After a long silence, Sarah replied meekly, “ok….”
“Till then!” I said loudly as I was about to leave. To emphasize my dominance, I gave her exposed ass a really hard slap. It made her yelp, and I laughed as I walked through her house. If that ass-slap made a mark, I’m was sure it wasn’t the only one.
***
For the moment left in peace, Sarah Holland sobbed her heart out. She felt deep shame for what she had done, her choices made, and what a young man her son’s age had not only done to her, but had yet do! Noting the time, she realized she had to get cleaned up and a few things going before her son got home In the shower, she was able to get the worst of her torturers ejaculate out of her.
Sarah thought she was holding up pretty well until after her son went to bed, when again she cried. But this time, the source of the shame was not her infidelity that took her down this path, but that her body had so badly betrayed her. Sarah had just experienced a second, very powerful orgasm, and she just wasn’t sure what to think of it. She left a note for her boyfriend telling him that she felt sick, and fell into a deep, exhausted slumber.
Sarah had thought she would have a day to herself. She thought wrong. It was just past 10AM when her phone buzzed. Knowing that her boyfriend would be up soon made her heart stop, because that text was very much from her torturer. “Pic of underwear you’re wearing” it said. Quickly she stepped near the bedroom door; he was still sleeping. She was embarrassed as she sent him a quick snap, showing the mis-matched cotton panties and bra.
I got the pic quick enough. “From now on, you are to wear only sating or lace, unless I say otherwise. Change and resend. Do it now.” I grinned.
Sarah shook her head ‘Fucking pervert’. She thought, but she complied, donning a light blue satin/black lace combo she had, and resent.
“oof.” I said, noting that this particular set seemed tight on the bottoms, so I texted “turn and show me the bottoms.”
Sarah sighed loudly. She hoped he wouldn’t notice, but again complied, careful to keep her face out. “ENOUGH.” She texted back.
As a last reply, I texted back a pic of my half-hard dick in my underwear and said “it likes you, see you tomorrow, details to follow”
Sarah barely had time to delete the conversation before her boyfriend awoke. Sarah Holland loved her boyfriend. He was really generous to her and her son, and was like a rock of security. And right now, Sarah Holland needed that rock. Checking how the bra & panty set looked one last time, she decided to show him just how much she cared.