Fucked into Submission

Literotic asexstories – Fucked into Submission by Paugran,Paugran How had it come to this? I was sat down on my chair, thinking back to the events of the past few months as I stroked my thick cock. It had happened on the summer after my second year at college. I was spending that summer enjoying my life as a twenty-year-old should: partying, going to the gym, and all around avoiding doing any work. And, of course, being with my girlfriend, Kitty. Each time we met up we’d go for drinks, dinner, and, inevitably, sex. I thought back to the night before everything had changed. To what I’d done with Kitty.

“FUCK!”

Kitty was on her knees in front of me, gripping her pillow as I pistoned in and out of her, her tight cunt gripping my thick cock tightly. I was close, so fucking close to cumming, as I thrust like a madman.

“Pull out.” she whispered breathlessly. “On my tits baby. I want it on my tits!”

“Fuck!” I roared again, pulling out of her, feeling my balls twist as that feeling welled up from deep inside again.

Kitty turned round as I began to stroke myself, thrusting her breasts in front of me, presenting them, ripe for me to finish on.

“Cum on my tits.” she murmured. “On my tits, baby. Do it!”

I felt my dick swell up as the sensation hit me.

“FUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I screamed out as my cum began to explode, spilling all over Kitty’s tits. I grit my teeth, my eyes closing as I felt more and more cum explode from my cock, spasming as I rode the high of the orgasm.

By the time I was done, Kitty’s tits were completely covered, my thick cum spilling down from her chest and staining the bed. I laid back, my arms behind my head, enjoying the view. Kitty turned onto her side, grinning at me.

“You came like a bucket!” she exclaimed, running her fingers across her tits, occasionally scooping some cum into her mouth.

“All thanks to you, baby.” I smiled, watching her get up and head to the bathroom, her hips sashaying as her beautiful, naked ass bounced up and down. Content with how things had gone, I lay back, exhausted from fucking Kitty, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

I woke up the next morning to find that Kitty had already left, most likely to do whatever volunteering service she’d enlisted with. It was a noble cause, and one for which I was proud of her. But that didn’t mean I was going to join in. For now, at least, I was going to settle for getting myself some breakfast.

Making my way down the stairs, I headed to the kitchen. What I saw there instantly dampened my spirits. Mrs Watson, Kitty’s mother, was sat there in a black robe. She had a scowl on her face as I approached, dressed only in my pyjamas. Then again, she always had a scowl when she saw me. Mrs Watson hated me. Absolutely hated me. Ever since Kitty had first brought me home a few months back, she’d taken an instant disliking to me. Not that I ever knew why. All I knew was that any slight, real or perceived, no matter how large or small, always escalated, as if someone had dropped a nuclear bomb in the house. It was like she smelled shit each time she saw me. At every turn she’d try and make my life more difficult. Hell, even just yesterday night she’d tried to interrupt us as Kitty and I were getting ready to fuck. So yeah. Mrs Watson was a bitch. A real, cold-hearted bitch. She only had one redeeming feature: she was the hottest person I’d ever seen.

A perfect curved figure, from her giant, round tits to her ass, each cheek like a volleyball. Perfect lips and curly-hair, with a toned waist. Drop-dead gorgeous from head to toe. I’d have knelt down and worshipped her at every turn, if only she weren’t consistently such a cunt. Yes, that body of hers was the only thing that made her bearable. Being around her was a pain in the ass, but at least seeing her was pleasant.

“What’s up Mrs W?” I asked without a care in the world.

She glared at me. “I don’t want you around Kitty anymore.”

I couldn’t say I was surprised by this. This was hardly the first time she’d alluded to this, nor even the first time we’d had this conversation. In times gone by I’d let it go, pretending to ignore her or arguing my case about how I genuinely cared for Kitty. But not this time. This time I knew I was going to have to settle things.

So I replied. “What do you mean?”

“You act like a stud,” she said, glaring at me, “you go to the gym and get buff and get everyone to look up to you. But I know what you really are: you’re just an asshole.”

“I can be all four.” I grinned cockily. “And either way your daughter doesn’t seem to mind.”

She nodded. “And that’s the problem. You’re corrupting her. Changing her.”

“We’re both adults.” My grin stayed firmly in place.

“No. You’re not. You’re just a cocky, bratty kid.”

I smirked, crossing my arms so that she could see the definition and veins in my biceps. “I’m actually told often that I’m quite a man.”

“A man? What makes you a man? A real man is a gentleman. A real man is honourable. A real man would know how to make love properly instead of fucking his girlfriend like she was some cheap slut.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “So you heard us last night?”

“I heard you groaning like a pig. Rest assured, your ten minutes of pumping wouldn’t work on a real woman.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No. It’s a statement. You’re not some big bad man, you’re a little shit.”

“A little shit with perfect abs and a huge dick.”

She frowned as if she’d smelled something rotten.

“And now you’re hitting on your girlfriend’s mother. How classy.”

“Hey, you’re the one who brought up sex and physical attributes, and as for class-” I stepped forward and, before she had time to react, clamped both my hands on her round ass, before leaning in close to whisper into her ear. “-I’ll make sure to kiss you after you choke on my cock.”

She glared at me. “Get your hands off of me.”

But she didn’t move.

“I mean it! Get your hands off of me this instant, young man, I never want to see you again.”

But she didn’t move.

“Liar.” I said in a sing-song voice, my hands staying exactly where they were.

Mrs Watson sneered. “You little brat. You think you could take me on? I’d chew you up and spit you out.”

She wanted me. She could try and hide it, she could try and deny it, but I could see the way her eyes had lit up at my touch. Beneath that

I leaned in close, till my lips were practically brushing hers, till the only thing between us was the palpable sexual tension. I was holding her like you hold a lover. Tight and close. But there was no love between us. Only lust. We were two animals in heat, and it was time to breed.

“Prove it.”

Her face contorted into a snarl. “I’m going to take you. Rough and hard. And then when I’m done with you, you’re never going to show your good-for-nothing face around here again.”

I gave her a wide smile and let go of her ass, before giving her a firm smack on each cheek. Making sure she knew how much I respected her, i groped her gorgeous breasts for a moment, gripping and mauling the creamy mounds with my hands. Then, stepping back, I sat down at the head seat of the table.

“Okay.” I replied, kicking my feet up onto the table as a further sign of disrespect. “I’ll take you up on your bet. Here’s how it’s going to end: I’m going to end up deep in your ass with my foot on your face, stepping on you to hold you down. And you’ll love it. From then on I’ll use you however I see fit, and you’ll love me for it every single time.”

Mrs Watson snorted. “I’m sure. Now, when you inevitably finish in ten minutes, and your orgasm tires you out and makes your dick more shrivelled than a burst balloon, you’re going to promise to break up with my daughter and never speak to her again, and leave our family alone, got it?”

I smiled. “Sure. But if you think I’m a pain in your ass now, just wait until I’m done with you. You won’t know pain till my cock is all eight inches up your shit-pipe.”

“You’re disgusting.” Mrs Watson glared.

“And yet you’re going to fuck me.” I countered. “You’re going to take me deep inside you. Starting right… now!”

With that, I stood up, pulling down my pyjamas, my giant, thick cock bouncing back up, the head staring her right in the face. I felt tingles down my back. Even though we’d already agreed to, this felt so wrong. I felt so exposed, pulling out my stiff cock in front of her, in front of my girlfriend’s mother. And it was stiff. All of this talking, plus kneading her thick cheeks and her gorgeous breasts, and the idea that I was about to push myself deep into her most private places, had made me rock hard. Harder than Kitty had ever made me. Kitty was a beautiful girl, yes, but Mrs Watson was a goddess.

But even a goddess couldn’t help but stare in awe at the powerful tool in front of her. For once, Mrs Watson’s facade as a cold, uptight bitch was gone, revealing what she truly was: a cock-crazy, horny slut. I saw her legs grow weak as she slowly knelt down, her soft lips moving closer and closer to my big dick, hypnotised by the sight of it. For a moment Mrs Watson caught herself, and the bitch was back.

She frowned, looking back up at me. “If we’re really going to do this, go and get a condom.”

An easy bluff to see through. She was trying to exert what little authority she had left after seeing my dick. I couldn’t let it happen. I needed to take control. There would be no taking it slow, no timid first contact. I needed to force things to move and set my pace, not let her get ready to take me on. So that was what I did.

“Nice try.” I laughed, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her mouth onto my thick cock, sheathing it down her throat till my balls were slapping her chin. I held her there as she began to choke.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I continued, enjoying the choking and gagging sounds which filled the room as my strong hand held her head firmly in place, “I’m going to pleasure myself with your throat till I feel like fucking you. Then I’m going to push myself into your tight, wet cunt, fully raw. I’m going to fuck your pussy and ass raw, and you’re going to love it and thank me, got it?”

No response, I looked down at Mrs Watson, her lips still stretched taut over my mast, my dick buried completely down her throat, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

I frowned. “GOT IT?”

“Gmmmmmmph.”

“Good.” satisfied, I eased up, pulling her head off my cock.

She started gasping for air immediately, taking deep breaths, trails of spit and snot still hanging from her lips onto my dick. I couldn’t help but chuckle. We were off to a good start. Mrs Watson seemed to disagree.

“You motherfucker.” she glared. “You-”

Before she could finish, I stepped forward, pressing my dick on her face, my balls just under her nose, letting her smell my musk, with my taint on her mouth. I hadn’t showered this morning, and I wanted to make sure she knew it. I wanted to make sure she could smell my sweat, my musk, and some of the dried cum from last night. The scent was going to drive her crazy.

“Mmf.” said Mrs Watson, her mouth covered by my genitals for the second time in as many minutes. If I didn’t know better i’d have said the sound was even loving.

I held her face gently, contrasting with how roughly I was pushing my balls down on her face. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her head back and forth on my genitals. I could feel her hands pushing against my thighs, but they weren’t resisting. If anything, she was gripping my legs, making sure she stayed in place. I kept her like that for a while, before grabbing her by the neck and pulling her back up. She stood in front of me, my rock-hard dick brushing against her leg, the spit sticking to her thigh.

“As promised.” I said, before leaning forward and planting a wet kiss on her perfect lips, jamming my tongue down her throat.

We lasted like that for a moment before she pushed herself away from me, breaking loose from my grip for the first time since i’d grabbed her ass.

“God.” she shook her head. “What does Kitty even see in you? You’re disgusting.”

I laughed. “It’s simple. This.”

With that, I grasped my cock again, stroking it slowly in front of her, making sure she got a good look at its full length and girth. I wagged it slightly and slapped it on her pelvis. First contact. My flesh on hers. Mrs Watson gave me a look of repulsion, as if i’d just deposited garbage on her dining table.

“So,” I continued, ignoring the look she was giving me, “where should we do it?”

She continued to scowl. “In the living room.”

“Why?” I moved in closer, my breath on her neck. “You scared to fuck me in your husband’s bed? Worried once you’ve been with me you’ll never be able to enjoy him again?”

“I just don’t want to taint the bed.” she replied. “I’m doing this so that you’ll leave Kitty alone.”

Another lie, but I didn’t call her out on it. No point. Soon enough she’d be begging for more, and Kitty would be long forgotten. I followed Mrs Watson to the living room. My cock bounced with each step I took, rock hard, the spit and saliva dripping from it.

We reached the living room, and Mrs Watson stepped forward into the middle of it without giving me so much as a glance. She slowly reached her hands over her torso, opening up the robe, before raising her arms to let it slip off her. She stood there, completely naked, like an hourglass of perfect flesh. I didn’t hesitate. Striding forward, I reached my hands around and began to grope her big, bare tits. Before she could even turn her head, I put my chin by her neck, licking her chin. Pushing my hips forward, I began to hump her slowly, making my intentions clear. To my surprise, however, my cock slipped straight through her thighs. I paused.

She was wet. Holy shit she was so wet. The cold bitch was a ruse. She was desperate for my thick cock. And I was going to deliver. At last she stepped away, but this time not to try and get away from me. No, Mrs Watson turned round, letting me see her big tits and shaved pussy for the first time as she lay back onto the couch, spreading her legs for me. Her body was just perfect. Her breasts were massive, they seemed to draw your eye to them as if they had some sort of gravitational force. I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the sheer size of them, at the perfection of her gorgeous body.

I snapped out of it. I had a job to do, after all. I knelt down by her, licking my lips as I saw how wet her pink lower lips were. I positioned myself against her entrance, my cock harder than ever, pushing against her tight hole. I looked up, staring Mrs Watson dead in the eye. This was the moment. Full contact. This would be the official line. We were going to have sex. We were going to fuck. No matter how much she despised me, no matter how much I thought of her as a cold-hearted bitch, I was about to be inside her.

So I looked into her eyes, making sure we were on the same page. Making sure we both understood exactly what was about to happen.

Mrs Watson nodded.

That was all I needed. Bucking my hips, I pushed inside hers. Fuck, she was tight. I pushed my head inside her hole, feeling her insides caress me as my shaft slid inside her.

“FUCK!” the bitch screamed out as I pushed in deeper. Deeper and deeper down I went, further and further until I felt my balls slap her anus.

“Ugh.” I groaned, scrunching my eyes closed as I felt the wave of pleasure and relief engulf me. At last. I was inside her. I was actually inside her.

I looked back down at her, only to see her staring me in the eyes. Her expression had softened somewhat now that I was inside her. Like it or hate it, we were intimate. We were together. I kept my eyes on her as I lowered my head, still balls deep in her twat, and kissed her, our tongues sliding against each other. It was loving. It was romantic. For a moment the hatred was gone, and we were almost like a couple.

And then, just as suddenly as her facade had vanished, it had reappeared. Mrs Watson slid her tongue out of my mouth, pushing my face away. I saw her sneer once more now that our kiss had been broken.

“Just get on with it.” she said mockingly.

I snorted. “Careful what you wish for, bitch.”

I pulled back slowly, painfully slowly, and slammed in again to the hilt.

“FUCK!” she screamed out again in what could have been pain or pleasure.

I pulled back, my hips buckling slightly, only to find that I’d gone too far. I could only watch annoyingly as my thick shaft slipped out. Then I saw it. A hand. A hand other than mine, reaching out, grabbing my dick, wrapping its fingers around my shaft. I looked up. Mrs Watson had touched my cock.

I widened my eyes.

With a cooing sound, she directed me back inside her, pulling me forward into her warm depths. I slid back up to the hilt once more, balls deep inside her. We locked eyes. This was real. No matter how much she claimed to hate it, no matter what she said, Mrs Watson had pulled me back in. She was enjoying this.

Well if she was liking it now, it was my job to make sure she loved it. I drew back slightly and began to piston mercilessly.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“AAAGH!” Mrs Watson gasped for air, immediately taken by surprise by the speed at which I was now going.

I kept smashing into her relentlessly.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“AH FUCK!” she screamed out again.

I felt her cunt tighten around my cock as she began to tremble.

“So easily.” I mocked her. “You’re going to cum this easily?”

“FUCK!”

SMACK!

I grinned viciously. “You’re going to cum-”

SMACK!

“-from my dick-”

SMACK!

“-like a cheap-”

SMACK!

“-common-”

SMACK!

“-SLUT!”

“OHFUCKI’MGONNACUUUUMMMMMMMMM!” Mrs Watson’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her legs kicked back and forth, her toes curling.

I kept pumping, a twisted smile on my face. Within just a few minutes of fucking her, I’d already made her cum. More than her husband ever had, properly. Was it all going to be this easy?

“UNNNNNNNNNNNGH!!!” she continued to groan, the after effects of her orgasm keeping her propped up on cloud nine.

“Oh, did you fake that?” I smirked. “Or is it only your personality and tits that are fake?”

Mrs Watson gave me a glare. “You’re such a prick. We’ve barely even started.”

I grinned. “Oh I know.”

I began to thrust again, hard, letting her feel it, enjoying how tight her hole felt. I was in control. Everything was going according to plan. It was simple. I was overwhelming her, trying to smother and outfuck her at every turn. And it was working. And, though neither of us would admit it, this was the most fun we’d ever had. I pulled out of her roughly, pushing her to the ground. Mrs Watson looked up stupidly at my big, dangling cock as I stroked myself. I stepped forward, my dick slapping her in the cheek.

“You said I was an asshole.”

All mrs Watson could do was nod, her face a mess.

“And what do you do with assholes?”

I stepped over her head, placing my foot on the table, exposing my wrinkled, puckered ring, less than a foot from her face. Without a prompt, without instruction, without hesitation, she went straight for my exposed ass, diving in and licking it furiously. She drew back for a moment, before extending her tongue and punching forward, penetrating my sphincter, going fully inside me. Once again she drew back, the tip of her tongue still in my ass, before pushing forward again as she began to tongue fuck me.

“Fuccck.”

I began to stroke myself, enjoying how her tongue wetted my asshole. Half an hour earlier she’d been lecturing me on what an asshole I was, and how she never wanted to see me again. I grinned as I felt her tongue puncture my hole, a wet warmth slipping inside my ass. I had to admit this was a much better use of her mouth. We were like that for a minute or so, me touching myself as she tongued and probed my sensitive hole, the waves of pleasure washing over me with each lick.

Mrs Watson really was a pro. She didn’t just repeat the same few movements. She’d vary it up, one moment licking my cheeks, the next showering them with kisses, then planting a big sloppy kiss right on my hole, then licking me from my taint up to my ring, then pushing her tongue as far up my ass as my tight sphincter would allow. It was heavenly, so heavenly I forgot that I was meant to be dominating her. I forgot that I was meant to be in control.

In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. I should have realised what the bitch was up to from the moment she stared rubbing my ass with her fingers, spreading the spit around my anus. I was too caught up in the moment. I lost sight of the big picture. And that was when Mrs Watson made her move.

Planting one final wet, loving kiss right on my asshole, she drew away. As I looked down between my legs to see what was going on, she acted, pushing her middle finger against my ring and immediately sliding it the full length up my ass.

“Aaagh!” I reacted immediately, stumbling back.

But Mrs Watson was determined. She moved with me, her finger still in my asshole, still probing, still penetrating me, pushing deep inside, forcing me into submission.

“What a shame.” she sneered, knowing that she had the upper hand now, her middle finger deep in my anus. “You let your guard down.”

“Uuuungh.” I moaned as she began to pump savagely.

“You’re good, Jake. Hell, you’re great. Much better than my husband. But you’re just a punk. Still a kid, not a real man. And sexually… you can’t think outside the box.”

With that, she pulled her finger out, and when I felt my asshole stretch again this time it was with two fingers.

“Aaagh!” I nearly sunk back as she lashed both fingers down on my prostrate, that pulsing feeling nearly drawing all my cum out.

It was too much. I needed to make a tactical decision. I needed to ride out the waves and try and let the orgasm wash over me. It was my only hope of winning. I backed down onto the sofa, Mrs Watson still finger-banging my ass, before raising my feet up to give her better access. A position of submission. I saw her grin wildly, knowing victory was near. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Sometimes you had to give ground to gain ground. It was so it die.

Mrs Watson continued her onslaught, grabbing one of my feet and pushing it back, opening my ass up further as her fingers savagely violated ms.

“FuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCK!” I screamed out, my legs starting to shake.

“Nowhere to run, Jake!” she grinned evilly as she continued to pump. Raising her other hand, she began to stroke my cock slowly. I began to tremble at the sensation, her hand finishing the job her fingers had started inside me.

I was getting close. So undeniably, painfully, unbearably close. As I looked up at Mrs Watson, seeing her pump her fingers in and out of me, her other hand stroking me

“FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!” I screamed out, feeling her continue to mash down on my prostate as my orgasm began, her hand stroking me furiously as the cum began to spill from the head of my cock. It exploded in spurts, spilling out like a fountain. I was spasming, the strength of the orgasm causing me to physically shake, her two fingers deeper than ever inside me. My cum kept flowing out, exploding in front of Mrs Watson’s eyes. Her grin widened as she saw my toes curl, my legs kicking now as I shook and trembled in the face of pleasure and oblivion. There was nothing I could do. I was being drained fully, my balls getting emptied by her vicious fingers, and all I could do was hope to survive.

I felt some drool escape my lips, my roars and cries now reduced to pathetic whimpering and moans.

“Oh…” I murmured, my legs tensing as Mrs Watson’s fingers reached deeper once more. “Oh fuck…”

I felt her plunge her two fingers even deeper once more without warning.

“AGH!” I kicked my legs up one final time from the pain, before she pulled her fingers out viciously, leaving me feeling empty and violated.

Mrs Watson gave both her fingers a deep sniff, as if savouring the smell of my ass, before turning to look back at me.

“You were good, Jake.” she smiled horribly. “You really gave me a good orgasm. It was a strong start. But it looks like you’re still just a cocky little brat. You melted in the face of pressure.”

All I could do was lie there, my heart beating steadily, the cum leaking from my cock, staining the couch, not that Mrs Watson cared. She’d achieved her goal. Or so she thought.

“Kitty must be so disappointed.” she sneered. “To be fucking a one-pump chump. I should introduce her to some real men. Some men who could actually make her happy and feel good. You, all you’re good for is as a fleshy dildo. And even then, what good is a dildo that goes flaccid in twenty minutes? I really thought you could push me. At least give me a challenge. I don’t even know what I was thinking, but I was even attracted to you. Attracted to that thick cock. No matter. You’re just a failure.”

That was her mistake. All that monologuing. If she’d just called me disgusting and thrown my clothes at me and walked out, she’d have won. Easily. I was done for a moment there. Fully and utterly vanquished. But pride came before the fall. And the bitch certainly had plenty of pride. She’d talked long enough to give me time to recover.

“Oh really?” I replied, my cock growing hard again as I planted my bare feet on the ground once more.

“It can’t be.” she gasped.

“It is.” I smiled, stepping forward and plugging her mouth with my cock.

I’d heard enough of her annoying voice. She’d gained control and nearly undone all my hard work. It was time to make her see who was in control. I began to facefuck her hard, ignoring her attempts to free herself and push herself off my cock. Every now and then I’d slow down, bucking my hips forward slowly, pushing my full length up and down her throat, just to give her the sensation that I might be easing up. And then, just as I felt her begin to relax, the tension in her neck dissolving, I began to speed up again, hard and fast. I could feel her hands scrabbling on my leg, trying to push me off, knowing I was going too fast for her. Knowing she was gagging. Knowing she was choking and the bile was probably going up her throat. But I didn’t care. She was there to use. And she didn’t care either. She loved it. Her scrabbling was turning into a loving caress as she stroked my flanks, running her hands up and down my hips, squeezing my thick ass, rubbing her fingers over the spit and snot that coated my asshole and cheeks. My whole ass was a sloppy mess from how much she’d tongued and fingered it. My goal now was to make my cock and balls look much the same.

GLP GLP GLP. I could hear the wet sounds she made as my cock slid down her throat, coated in spit and snot, melting her brain as I fucked her stupid. Her mind was fried. Completely destroyed, most likely. A woman like her had never had someone withstand her like this. Never had someone take charge and conquer her like this. I pulled out of her mouth, the strings of snot from her nose sticking to my shaft, the spit coating my dick and connecting her lips with my head.

“Mmmmh.” Mrs Watson moaned almost lazily, not even trying to disguise her desperation as she turned over and offered her pussy to me, her hands spreading her asscheeks open. She was entrusting me with her full vulnerability. And I wasn’t going to let her down.

I pushed my cock against her opening, sliding my thick shaft inside her, my balls slapping against her clit.

“God, I love you, Jake.” she moaned.

“Uh-huh? I thought you hated me.” I smirked.

“I was wrong.” Mrs Watson almost screamed it. “I was so wrong. You’re a stud. You’re a stud and I love you.”

I pulled out of her, my big cock bouncing up and down, stroking it slightly, enjoying her look of desperation, feeling me slip out of her.

“Then worship me.”

Would she do this? Was it a step too far? I had to try. I had to know just how completely in control I was. I raised my foot up, as if to cover her face. Mrs Watson didn’t even let me finish. She dove forward, placing her face under my sole and kissing it, showing exactly how little she was going to resist. Grabbing my foot with both hands, she began to lick my toes, before placing my big toe in her mouth and sucking it wildly. I took a moment to enjoy the view.

Mrs Watson had it all. What Kitty had in youth, her mother more than made up for in experience and a willingness to do any act, no matter how degrading. The result was easily the best fuck of my life.

“Fuck.” I grinned, still stroking my cock. “Your daughter can’t even compare.”

Mrs Watson pulled my toes out of her mouth, giving me a look, her face covered in spit and sweat. “That’s because she’s nineteen. You can’t rely on girls to satisfy you. You need a woman. A grown, mature, adult, to get rid of all your nasty urges.”

With that, she dove straight back, sucking my toes and worshipping my foot like her life depended on it. I stayed still and enjoyed it. I was in complete control. She was mine. Fully. It was time to do what I’d said.

I stepped back, pulling my foot off her face, receiving a confused look from Mrs Watson.

“On the couch.” I ordered, stroking my cock, and she did so without hesitation, pulling her legs back to expose her holes.

“Now.” I said, slapping my shaft on her soft cheeks. “I’m going to take your shit-pipe.”

Mrs Watson nodded without hesitation.

“And you’re going to enjoy it.”

“Yes.” she said meekly.

“Yes?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes sir.”

And that was that. I pushed my stiff cock into her ass, pressing forward till my balls were slapping her twat. And all Mrs Watson did was smile as I lowered my foot onto her face, pinning her down.

“Good bitch.” I said, pressing down harder on her face.

“Mmmmgh.” came the reply. It was hard for her to make any sense with my cock in her ass, and my sole covering her mouth was limiting her words.

It was heaven. I didn’t need her to talk. I didn’t need her to say anything or do anything, I just needed her to stay still like a good fuck-doll cumslut and let me use her asshole. I wanted my balls drained, and her shitter was going to help me milk my cock.

I started immediately, ruthlessly, moving back and forth, reaming and ruining her hole without so much as a second thought. There was no point in going slow. I wanted her. I wanted to take her fast and hard.

“MMMPPH!” She was moaning something incoherent, my sole still over her mouth. Gagged as she was, all Mrs Watson could do was look into my eyes, pleading, perhaps for me to keep fucking her, perhaps for me to slow down.

Fat chance. I kept thrusting like a madman.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

I pressed my toes over her nose, making her try and breathe through her mouth, covered by the ball of my foot. I shifted my foot up, smudging her makeup, pressing my sole right over her nostrils now, pushing down on her face, giving her no escape. No way to move her head. She was utterly crushed.

With a final smack, I thudded inside her ass, my balls smacking her puffy pussy, before pulling out.

“Mmmnooooooo!” Mrs Watson moaned incoherently as I stepped off her face, before falling silent as I grabbed her by the throat.

“Shut up.” I said, and she obeyed.

I pushed her down, before turning round and presenting my asshole to her.

“Kiss it.”

I sat down on her face, looking in the mirror, feeling like a king on my throne, the throne being the face of the bitch mother of my girlfriend. This was a test quite frankly. A test to see whether she’d try and finger me. A test to see if she’d try and regain dominance. But she did nothing. All she did was kiss my ass gently, cooing all the while. Every now and then she would gently push her tongue up my sphincter and into my asshole, tongue-fucking me, before withdrawing once more and worshipping me again.

“So,” I smirked, “you still hate me?”

Mrs Watson pulled her face out of my ass. “No, Jake. You’re a king. A god. I love-”

I grabbed the back of her head, shoving it back in my ass before she could finish the sentence.

“Good.” I said, not much caring if she heard me or not.

She continued to lick me, thrusting her tongue up my ass, rimming me wildly without pause or hesitation, not even taking the time to breathe properly. I stroked my cock throughout it, harder and harder, faster and faster. It was time to fully enjoy the fruits of my labour. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to make sure I gave Mrs Watson the biggest load.

I grabbed Mrs Watson’s head, pulling her tongue out of my ass as I stood up and turned round. She was on her knees immediately, her head pointed straight up, eyes fixated on my thick cock as I stroked it. I was pumping furiously, determined to give her a thick load. Determined to properly cover her. There was only one thing left to do.

“Where do you want it?” I said breathlessly, furiously pumping.

“What?” Mrs Watson seemed to snap out of her trance, looking me in the eye, my cock only a few inches from her face.

“Tell me where you want my cum to go, bitch!” I lost my patience, raising my foot and stepping onto her face. I pushed her onto the ground with my leg, my sole still on her face as she lay, flat on her back.

Stepping off, I knelt down, legs on either side of her torso, still aggressively stroking.

“My face.” it was nothing more than a whisper.

“What was that?” I smirked, bringing my cock closer down to her face.

“My face, please!” she begged. “I want you to cum on my face!”

“As you want, bitch.” I grunted, feeling myself get closer.

My balls began to twist as the feeling built up.

“Fuck!” I braced myself for it.

I felt an electric surge as another wave of pleasure flooded over me. Looking down, I saw Mrs Watson fondling my balls with her hand, rubbing my taint gently with two fingers of her other hand as she stared, awestruck, at my pulsating dick.

“Cum for me.” she was whispering. “Cum for me. Please cum for me.”

“FUCK!” I felt the cum begin to travel up my cock. I felt my head swell. “FUCK!”

“Yes!” Mrs Watson was crying out in excitement. “Yes! Cum for me! Cum for me! PLEASE!”

“FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!” I roared out.

And just like that, it exploded. The cum exploded from my cock, pulsing out, shooting out onto her face. The cum erupted like a geyser, and each sticky strand covered her in the face.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK!” I was shouting now, unable to restrain myself.

“I love you so much Jake.” the bitch murmured.

My cock seemed to expand and contract. I could feel the cum flowing through my shaft. I as cumming. I was cumming so much.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM!”

“Yes!” she cried out. “Cum for me, Jake! Cum for me! I want it! All your cum! PLEASE!”

It was unending. I’d never come this much. Or this hard. It was endless. It was heaven. I’d never felt so much pleasure. I was in control. She was mine. I’d beaten her. I’d won.

At last, the final strand exploded from my rock hard dick, cum sticking to my head and dripping down. Exhausted by the effort, I fell to one knee, my cock bouncing and slapping my belly, leaving cum on my pelvis. I took a deep breath. It was done. It was all over.

I stood up and enjoyed my masterpiece. I’d marked my territory. Mrs Watson’s face was completely painted white, my cum dripping down her forehead, clinging to her nose, the strands of thick cum forming over her lips as she opened her mouth to breathe. She was painted. Her face a complete mess, her makeup smudged and runny. Her face was covered in spit, snot, and, most of all, cum. My cum. My jizz was covering her. The ultimate mark of my territory.

“I’ll give you this, Mrs Watson,” i said cockily, collapsing back down onto the couch. “You’re the best fuck of my life.”

The bitch nodded, gasping for breaths, her face an utter mess, completely covered in cum.

“I’ll… give you this…” she said in between pants, “you really are a man, Jake.”

Mrs Watson began to scrape the cum off her face with a finger, each time slipping it into her mouth to savour my jizz. I crossed my legs, leaning back on the couch and enjoying the show of this once proud bitch, now humbled. Now degraded. Now dragged down to my level. We were both filthy. Absolute degenerates. And we enjoyed it.

“I’ll make you a deal.” she said at last, her face still an utter mess. “Break up with my daughter. Stop fucking and corrupting her. Leave her be.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And in return?”

“In return you get me. Whenever, wherever, and however you like. I’ll be fully and completely yours. I won’t fuck anyone else, I won’t touch my husband. Yours and yours only.” Mrs Watson finished, thrusting her tits forward to remind me of exactly why the offer was so convincing.

I grinned. “That’s a tempting offer. Here’s a better one: I’m going to keep fucking Kitty and see if she ends up as much of a whore as her mother. And I’m going to keep fucking you because, quite frankly, you’re the best fuck of my life and nothing can compare, and, quite frankly for you, you can’t resist me. I’m also going to go out and fuck random girls. I wasn’t going to cheat on Kitty, but since I already have i might as well continue, right? I’m going to fuck whoever I feel like fucking. But I like the part about you not touching your husband. You’re not going to fuck him again. Only me. Got that?”

Mrs Watson glared at me. “You’re such a cunt.”

I laughed, spreading my legs open again, raising my feet up into the air and exposing my asshole to her. “You’re right about that, now lick me, bitch.”

For all her hatred of me, for all her anger, Mrs Watson didn’t hesitate. She dove straight in again, licking my asshole as if she had something to prove. This continued for a few minutes till my ring was sopping wet from her spit, at which point she withdrew her tongue and rested her chin on my taint, her face partially obscured by my balls and cock. It was a good metaphor for how she was meant to be, and how I now saw her: servicing my cock, always.

“Why?” she asked, frowning. “Why are you such a cunt? You love fucking me. You love Kitty. Why do you feel the need to do this?”

Honesty was a virtue, so I replied honestly. “Because it gets me hard. Because I can.”

With that, I seized her head with my hand, pushing her face down onto my ass, using it to clean my hole of the spit and snot, using her as my own personal rag, wiping me up and down.

“Guh-uh.” she moaned incoherently, her voice muffled by my sweaty ass, not even trying to resist.

Once that was done I decided to stay a bit longer. It was still early in the day. I made sure she licked me clean from head to toe, before making her service me while I watched a movie on the tv.

This was the life.

Mrs Watson was true to her word: she didn’t touch her husband anymore after I fucked her. And I was true to mine: I kept fucking Kitty, soon after fucking her in her tight ass for the first time. I went out and fucked other girls too, just as I’d said. But I always made time for Mrs Watson. Nobody could fuck me like she did. No-one had the vigour, the enthusiasm, the downright filth. She fucked me as if she were trying to win me back. And perhaps she was, holding out in the faint hope that I might one day leave Kitty, leave the other girls, and fuck her and her only. Kitty was always loyal to me, even though I was ruining her mother’s holes and having her shove her tongue up my ass. Not that she knew, of course.

So, to answer my own question: how had it come to this? Through the most downright filthy, dirty, and mind blowing sex of my life. With a big grin, I grabbed the back of the head of my chair, pulling her tongue out of my asshole as I stood up. Turning round, not giving Mrs Watson a moment to breathe, I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my cock deep down her throat, just as I’d done the very first time, my big balls smacking against her chin.

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