Rose wasn’t made of stone. Becca was hot, and her boyfriend had a big cock, and she had excellent taste in pornography. Since Kitty had been “busy” all week, was it really any surprise that Rose had given into temptation and begun regularly masturbating to her text communications with her girlfriend’s little sister?
True, it had probably been a step too far when Rose began having long late-night phone calls with Becca about sex. And it was definitely crossing a line when she started masturbating during those calls as well. But by that point, Rose had given in completely. It just felt too good to surrender and fall under Becca’s spell.
So when Becca asked her today for a “hands-on demonstration of how to please a man with a big cock”, Rose wasn’t strong enough to resist. She had taken one wide-eyed, lip-biting look at the huge black strapon dangling from Becca’s hand, and at the heated, mocking smile on her cute, bratty face. And Rose had meekly nodded.
Rose moaned deeply and clutched at her sheets as Becca’s monstrous rubber cock stretched her open, pinning her down onto her bed with the thrusts of Becca’s toned, athletic hips. Even if her mind couldn’t accept the truth fully at this point, her trembling thighs and pulsating pussy knew: Becca had been lying. She wasn’t the innocent inexperienced little girl that she had been pretending to be. She was not only sexually experienced, she was Rose’s superior in the bedroom.
Becca reached down lazily with one hand, keeping a firm grip on Rose’s wide hips with the other. Her thumb firmly circled Rose’s twitching asshole, providing unfamiliar, erotic pressure which only intensified the submissive pleasure flaring up from Rose’s ravished cunt.
“You’re a natural babe,” purred Becca, maintaining her intense, jackhammering rhythm. “I feel like I am learning sooo much about how to please a man.”
Suddenly Becca withdrew and reached down with her strong arms to flip Rose onto her back. Rose looked up with a gaze that was both intimidated and adoring. Becca was a powerful tanned Goddess. Her big firm tits, symbols of her femininity, were tipped with sharp pink nipples, standing stiff and proud from her dominant arousal. The rest of her body was an alluring blend of toned muscle and soft curves. Between her legs, the massive black dildo curved upward aggressively from its harness, shining with Rose’s shameful juices.
After staring at her for a moment with hungry eyes and a crooked smirk, Becca descended on her prey, spreading Rose’s pale thighs with her firm hands and holding Rose’s gaze with blazing intensity.
“Now, honey,” said Becca in a mocking tone, positioning the strap-on directly at the sloppy entrance of Rose’s eager, cheating pussy. “You’re going to demonstrate how I should cum for my boyfriend.” Her face was just inches from Rose’s.
“Make sure that you make your demonstration really detailed,” she breathed. “I’m counting on you, teach.”
And with that, Becca’s wet, hungry lips locked with Rose’s, and the thick rubber phallus sunk in her aching pussy.
And Rose’s traitorous legs locked around Becca’s lithe hips, welcoming her cock and drawing her deeper. She was determined to be the perfect teacher; to give an accurate demonstration of how to cum while being dominantly fucked.
…
Kitty stood at the door of her mother’s home office, cursing her weakness, but unable to resist any longer.
She had tried to distract herself. Tried to find a video that would interest her and provide an outlet for the sexual need growing inside her. But it was no use.
After tasting the intoxicating control her mother could provide, nothing else could compare. She wasn’t sure why Laura and Becca had been ignoring her all day, but she had to find out. In preparation for whatever this encounter with her mother would bring, Kitty had put on her nicest lingerie, a white, lacy set that she usually saved for special occasions with Rose.
It was possible that Laura had, for some reason, decided not to continue their arrangement after all. And if that was the case, Kitty had decided that she needed to convince her to change her mind again.
When Kitty knocked softly on the office door, her Mother answered quickly, calling out “Come in” in her usual soft, musical voice. Kitty took a deep breath and entered her mother’s home office, her heart filled with a strange mix of longing, fear, and burning shame.
Laura’s gentle blue eyes looked up distractedly from the paperwork she was reading, then did a slow double-take at her daughter’s slutty, submissive appearance. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she neatly closed the open folder in front of her and turned her full attention to Kitty.
Kitty walked forward silently on stockinged feet and sank to her knees in front of her mother’s desk, softly averting her eyes from Laura’s intense gaze.
“Please Mommy,” she said, using the humble words she had prepared over the past few hours in her room. “Have I done something wrong? I need you.” When Kitty looked up, chancing a look into her mother’s eyes, she saw to her relief that they were filled with compassion and sympathy.
“Oh, honey,” said Laura, leaning forward over her desk. “I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings a little. This was… I guess you could call it an important lesson.”
“A lesson?” asked Kitty numbly, forgetting her “humble servant” act and staring up at her mother with a frown.
“That’s right dear,” said Laura briskly, standing up from her chair and circling around her desk. “You see, some naughty little girls might try to tell themselves after a… sexually intense moment like last night that they had been pressured. That they didn’t really mean what they had said. Some girls might even lie to themselves and say that their Mommy had forced them to do things they didn’t actually want to do.” Laura now stood dominantly above her. She reached down and cupped Kitty’s face in a smooth, perfect hand. “Can you see why some submissives might try to tell that face-saving lie, darling?”
Kitty blushed hotly. Her thoughts had trended in those exact same directions multiple times throughout the day. It had been a sort of secret escape hatch, just like her Mother was describing. It was a way to avoid the truth: that she was a pathetic submissive who craved her family’s incestuous sexual control. Kitty simply nodded, averting her eyes in shame once again.
Laura chuckled. “So your sister and I decided to prove a point to you. We aren’t doing this because we want your submission: we’re doing this because you crave our dominance. Becca actually thought that it would take you three days to come begging. She doesn’t know you like I do, darling.” Laura’s hand slipped down Kitty’s face and gently but firmly gripped her chin, turning her daughter’s eyes upward to catch her gaze.
“I knew that I would be dominating you again tonight,” said Laura smugly. Her deep blue eyes overwhelmed Kitty, making her feel hot and wet and weak all the way down to her core. “In fact, I prepared a couple of fun mother-daughter activities for us to do together. Let me show you, Kathryn. Come with Mommy.”
As her powerful, confident Mommy strode out of her office and toward her bedroom, Kitty had already gotten into the submissive mindset. She didn’t even bother to rise to her feet.
She crawled after her Mommy like the good little sub she was.
“And leave the bra there, darling,” called her mother behind her as she walked toward her bedroom. “We won’t be needing it.”
…
Laura looked down at her horny, defeated daughter with possessive pride. A perfect submissive. And thanks to her careful plans, her perfect submissive.
Kitty lay, practically trembling with nerves and arousal, strapped spreadeagled to her mother’s bed, making an embarrassing wet spot in her pretty little white lace panties.
Laura ran a single slim finger up her daughter’s leg as she slowly walked up the bed, making Kitty’s slim, lovely body quake with lust. It reminded Laura of some half-remembered dream, although this situation was all too real; all too satisfyingly erotic.
Finally, she reached Kitty’s face. Her sweet daughter’s lips were parted, already gasping from the intense pleasure of her mother’s touch. Her eyes were tightly blindfolded, the better to focus her mind on the sensations of touch.
Laura felt like a cat who had finally caught the mouse.
And she planned to thoroughly enjoy playing with her conquest before feasting.
With a grin of lazy satisfaction, Laura laid her left pointer finger on her daughter’s plump, shining lips. “Suck,” she commanded sharply. Deep in a haze of submissive lust, Kitty didn’t even think of disobeying. She greedily accepted her mother’s digit into her hot, wet little mouth, submissively licking and swirling her tongue around it.
Laura couldn’t help but laugh, struck by the funny image. Her cute little daughter was a dyed-in-the-wool gold star lesbian down to her squishy core, but stick a phallic object in her mouth, and Kitty’s submissive tongue knew instinctively what to do: lapping and wriggling madly to please the dominantly invading object.
“This body is mine now,” said Laura in a low, smokey voice, trailing her right hand with a feather-light touch over her daughter’s lovely pale body, temptingly displayed in innocent, pure-white lingerie. “And today I’m going to explore every inch. To familiarize myself with my new property.
“And who knows?” said Laura, pressing her finger down into Kitty’s tongue to make her daughter feel her dominant control. “You might even get an orgasm or two out of the experience. If you can be a good girl, that is.”
Laura’s hand traced up Kitty’s tender, exposed belly, making her daughter writhe and groan against her fingers. “Let’s start with your breasts dear,” said Laura in a warm, motherly tone. “Let Mommy get a good look at what you’ve been hiding under your shirt.” Her beautiful eyes turned their whole attention to her daughter’s firm little breasts. They stood heaving and naked beneath her hungry gaze, their nipples swollen with shameful desire. Laura resisted the urge to attack them immediately with her fingers, lips, and tongue. As delicious as they looked, they would be even sweeter if she teased her sub a little first.
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