Even though I wasn't on my total "A" game, I’d promised to see Molly this afternoon and arrived around 3:00. In our initial conversation, I told her I was dragging a little bit. She curtly brushed that aside, told me she had something specific in mind for the afternoon and did not intend to waste the chance to for me to serve her. We bantered back and forth almost to the point of arguing but her determination ruled.
She told me to get bare ass naked. I stripped and stood in front of her. After verbally admonishing me not to dare pull this crap that I wasn’t in the mood, I undressed her then knelt. She hovered over me, pushed her pussy against my face and told me nothing would ever change this. I wrapped my hands around her hips and sucked her pussy while she berated me. I began whispering how much I wanted her. While I lapped her wetness, she gloated about being able to make me do anything she wanted regardless of my crappy moods. She moved over to one of the sofas in the living room and had me kneel again between her legs. She twisted her fingers through my hair and brought my face back to her oozing pussy and told me the first orgasm was only for starters; she wanted another one. I slid my hands under her hips and began flicking her clit until she oozed again.
She pulled my head back, looked into my messy face and told me this is how things are; she calls, I come. She sent me to the kitchen get a wooden spoon. I presented it to her, I clearly knowing what her intentions were. She told me to lie across her lap because I would be punished for being a reluctant bitch. Powerless to do otherwise, I did so. She spanked my butt and called me a pathetic old fuck bitch. She went all over my ass cheeks with the spoon. I was biting my lip to keep from screaming. She alternated between playing with my cunt and using a combination of spanks, fingers and shame to bring me off.
Her punishment games, though, were not over. From there she had me stand in a corner facing the wall while she did something else in the house. I stood there thinking of the complete role reversal. She came back and spanked my ass again until it was stinging and tears formed in my eyes. She told me my ass was red and I had no doubt.
She told me her original intention this afternoon was to have me dress in some cutsey-poo outfit and serve Sheryl a drink and offer sex when she came home since her mom got a promotion at work. Now she said I’d lost the right to wear the outfit she had in mind and I’d do it naked. She also took my clothes and, starting at the door from the garage and ending at the living room, left my clothes in a trail starting with my skirt and blouse and heels, then hose, bra and panties as if I’d undressed and left them there. The trail ended with my panties right at my feet. For effect, Molly snapped a collar and leash on me. Just before Sheryl arrived, Molly gave me a tray with her moms drink on it and had me stand at attention. Molly put on a cover up tunic.
Sheryl entered and laughed at the whole scene, and asked me if I was so horny when I arrived that I couldn’t gather up my clothes. I blushed but presented her with the drink which she took and sat on the sofa, still giggling. Molly had me turn my well spanked ass to her mom who sneered and said whatever the reason, I probably deserved it.
I stood like some statue a few feet away from Sheryl. Her outfit was striking; a brown blanket skirt, cranberry sweater, brown suede boots and a ton of jewelry that accentuated everything to the max. Everything she had on simply made me feel that much more naked. She and Molly talked back and forth and that’s when I heard all the details of Sheryl’s big promotion and all her new responsibilities and staff. After that conversation died, she told Molly to spank me again just so she could watch. Molly had me turn and bend at the waist. With my ass stuck back, Molly spanked me with the wooden spoon a few times until Sheryl suggested there must be something better, try a hair brush. I fixed her another drink while Molly got the brush and started spanking me. Sheryl, well into her second drink by now, and her booted feet propped up on the ottoman, had Molly move me closer to her, took the brush from her daughter and aimed a few well placed smacks on my cheeks. I yelled, Sheryl laughed. By now my cheeks were stinging big time.
Sheryl, though, said she was sufficiently horny, loved this little parody and ready for some sex. She moved into her bedroom with a word to Molly to bring the bitch in when she called. I stood there for about 5-10 minutes, Molly giggling in my ear the whole time, until Sherrie called out from the bedroom that she was ready.
Molly led me in. Sheryl was on the bed, propped up on the pillows and a gorgeous turquoise colored robe wrapped around her body, still sipping her drink. It was a huge image of regal splendor that just hit me. Sheryl let me gaze, opened the robe revealing her nude body and let me get a good look at her. She asked if I was ready to make her feel good or should I be spanked some more. It was a question that nobody had to answer. She beckoned me on the bed and had me first suck her nipples and lick her breasts, then nestle on my tummy between her legs with my face at her pussy. I started making love to her as if she was some royal princess. I let her guide my mouth and hands and followed her subtle hints. I brought her off once then nuzzled her, kissed and lapped her pussy until she grabbed my hair and held my face against her. She told Molly to spank me some more; she wanted to hear the sound of me being spanked while she built up again. Molly all too willingly obliged her mom and used her hand and the brush to spank me until Sherrie went into orgasmic paradise and oozed out a series of cumms. Molly had me pull my knees up under me so my hips were raised and started fingering me again. I kept my face between Sheryl’s sticky thighs while Molly kept frigging me. Sheryl pulled her legs back just enough to expose her asshole and I licked her rose while Molly finished frigging me off.
Sheryl told me she felt a lot better about using me and loved the idea of coming home to a fuck after an exhausting day at work. I made it clear I would be available when she felt that way. We cleaned things up, or rather I did. Sheryl gave me an old nightie which I put on. We moved back to the kitchen and I fixed a mushroom and cheese omelet and toast and white wine for supper.
I congratulated Sheryl on her promotion and thanked both of them for the time we spend.
She told me to get bare ass naked. I stripped and stood in front of her. After verbally admonishing me not to dare pull this crap that I wasn’t in the mood, I undressed her then knelt. She hovered over me, pushed her pussy against my face and told me nothing would ever change this. I wrapped my hands around her hips and sucked her pussy while she berated me. I began whispering how much I wanted her. While I lapped her wetness, she gloated about being able to make me do anything she wanted regardless of my crappy moods. She moved over to one of the sofas in the living room and had me kneel again between her legs. She twisted her fingers through my hair and brought my face back to her oozing pussy and told me the first orgasm was only for starters; she wanted another one. I slid my hands under her hips and began flicking her clit until she oozed again.
She pulled my head back, looked into my messy face and told me this is how things are; she calls, I come. She sent me to the kitchen get a wooden spoon. I presented it to her, I clearly knowing what her intentions were. She told me to lie across her lap because I would be punished for being a reluctant bitch. Powerless to do otherwise, I did so. She spanked my butt and called me a pathetic old fuck bitch. She went all over my ass cheeks with the spoon. I was biting my lip to keep from screaming. She alternated between playing with my cunt and using a combination of spanks, fingers and shame to bring me off.
Her punishment games, though, were not over. From there she had me stand in a corner facing the wall while she did something else in the house. I stood there thinking of the complete role reversal. She came back and spanked my ass again until it was stinging and tears formed in my eyes. She told me my ass was red and I had no doubt.
She told me her original intention this afternoon was to have me dress in some cutsey-poo outfit and serve Sheryl a drink and offer sex when she came home since her mom got a promotion at work. Now she said I’d lost the right to wear the outfit she had in mind and I’d do it naked. She also took my clothes and, starting at the door from the garage and ending at the living room, left my clothes in a trail starting with my skirt and blouse and heels, then hose, bra and panties as if I’d undressed and left them there. The trail ended with my panties right at my feet. For effect, Molly snapped a collar and leash on me. Just before Sheryl arrived, Molly gave me a tray with her moms drink on it and had me stand at attention. Molly put on a cover up tunic.
Sheryl entered and laughed at the whole scene, and asked me if I was so horny when I arrived that I couldn’t gather up my clothes. I blushed but presented her with the drink which she took and sat on the sofa, still giggling. Molly had me turn my well spanked ass to her mom who sneered and said whatever the reason, I probably deserved it.
I stood like some statue a few feet away from Sheryl. Her outfit was striking; a brown blanket skirt, cranberry sweater, brown suede boots and a ton of jewelry that accentuated everything to the max. Everything she had on simply made me feel that much more naked. She and Molly talked back and forth and that’s when I heard all the details of Sheryl’s big promotion and all her new responsibilities and staff. After that conversation died, she told Molly to spank me again just so she could watch. Molly had me turn and bend at the waist. With my ass stuck back, Molly spanked me with the wooden spoon a few times until Sheryl suggested there must be something better, try a hair brush. I fixed her another drink while Molly got the brush and started spanking me. Sheryl, well into her second drink by now, and her booted feet propped up on the ottoman, had Molly move me closer to her, took the brush from her daughter and aimed a few well placed smacks on my cheeks. I yelled, Sheryl laughed. By now my cheeks were stinging big time.
Sheryl, though, said she was sufficiently horny, loved this little parody and ready for some sex. She moved into her bedroom with a word to Molly to bring the bitch in when she called. I stood there for about 5-10 minutes, Molly giggling in my ear the whole time, until Sherrie called out from the bedroom that she was ready.
Molly led me in. Sheryl was on the bed, propped up on the pillows and a gorgeous turquoise colored robe wrapped around her body, still sipping her drink. It was a huge image of regal splendor that just hit me. Sheryl let me gaze, opened the robe revealing her nude body and let me get a good look at her. She asked if I was ready to make her feel good or should I be spanked some more. It was a question that nobody had to answer. She beckoned me on the bed and had me first suck her nipples and lick her breasts, then nestle on my tummy between her legs with my face at her pussy. I started making love to her as if she was some royal princess. I let her guide my mouth and hands and followed her subtle hints. I brought her off once then nuzzled her, kissed and lapped her pussy until she grabbed my hair and held my face against her. She told Molly to spank me some more; she wanted to hear the sound of me being spanked while she built up again. Molly all too willingly obliged her mom and used her hand and the brush to spank me until Sherrie went into orgasmic paradise and oozed out a series of cumms. Molly had me pull my knees up under me so my hips were raised and started fingering me again. I kept my face between Sheryl’s sticky thighs while Molly kept frigging me. Sheryl pulled her legs back just enough to expose her asshole and I licked her rose while Molly finished frigging me off.
Sheryl told me she felt a lot better about using me and loved the idea of coming home to a fuck after an exhausting day at work. I made it clear I would be available when she felt that way. We cleaned things up, or rather I did. Sheryl gave me an old nightie which I put on. We moved back to the kitchen and I fixed a mushroom and cheese omelet and toast and white wine for supper.
I congratulated Sheryl on her promotion and thanked both of them for the time we spend.
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