Part 1
I've been doing five day fasts for several years now, followed by 2-3 days of light eating and then starting the cycle again. I love it for weight control and saving money on absurdly expensive food nowadays. When I was in college in the twenty-teens I could eat well on $150 a month. Now I spend twice as much and my cupboards make me feel like I'm standing in Tiny Tim's kitchen.
The first day or two can be a little unpleasant with the hunger pangs, but by day two or three they're gone and I don't even think about eating anymore. It's very freeing and gives me this bouncy, lightweight feeling all the time. Not to mention how great it is for sex, both my own body image of feeling thin and airy, and the cleanliness side of it, too.
During this time I was seeing (nice way to put it) several futas on the regular. Sometimes I would see them a few times a week, sometimes I wouldn't hear from them for months on end. I had been hooking up with all of them for at least a year at that point, with my longest relationship with my og Mommy, who turned me out to futanari over 10 years ago.
These were not girlfriends that liked to Netflix and chill, mind you. These were futas. Aggressive, alpha futas. My obsession. I didn't really plan it this way, it just happened by word of mouth. One of my mommies would come over for her regular release and either bring a trusted friend, or tell me she had someone I should meet. And they just never left.
Every one of them I called Mommy. I don't know why, but every time I call a woman Mommy, she fucks me harder. So Mommy it is.
They all knew I saw other girls and no one cared, it's not like we were dating or any of that. Just fun fuck buddies, sexually frustrated women who need what shemale need, and I was happy to let them take it from me. I've never been lucky enough to have any group fun with them, only two girls at the same time. But a guy can dream...
Sometimes I would go into the city to meet up, but most often they would drive the 40 mins out of the city to my little house in the country. A private garage they can enter and park in discreetly, and no neighbors to hear me scream.
I love taking care of my mommies. I go out of my way to make them feel like my home is their home. I loved to give them massages and make them feel good, rubbing their legs, kneading their shoulders, massaging their tits with my soft hands. Everything from a foot rub to a hot oil massage. Anything I could do for them that I knew their stingy bitches wouldn't give them, I went out of my way to do. And it works.
I also love to cook for my mommies. After high school I was suddenly on my own, I couldn't afford to eat fast food or takeout, so I taught myself to cook. Now, I always try to have a meal ready for Mommy, whether she wants to eat or not. Some visits she stays all night and I feed her dinner and breakfast, some visits she just does her business with me and heads home.
This particular night I had just finished making a plate for my Mommy, the original woman who broke me in and turned me into a futa obsessed cumslut. I served her her plate and sat in the other chair while she ate, sipping on some water and lemon.
she's really tearing into her plate and I'm practically beaming, and finally she looks up to take a breath and looks over at me.
"You ain't having anything to eat, baby boy?"
"I'm on a diet, Mommy. I cooked for you."
"What kind of diet," she asked?
"It's a fast." I started to tell her about my diet, just babbling away. I don't think she even heard most of what I said, just hearing what she wanted to hear.
"...so I won't be able to eat anything for the next five days. Like nothing at all, just water."
she stopped the fork halfway to her mouth and said, "So you can't eat anything at all?"
"Well..." I said, giving her a naughty look. "I can still eat some things."
"Good, cuz you gonna anyway. You know, you gonna need a lot of cum in your tummy to survive all week with no food." she goes back to eating like that was the most normal thing ever said at a dinner table.
"If only I had some big, strong, woman to help me with my problem..." I pouted at her in the most over-exaggerated, please fuck my brains out way I could manage.
Mommy didn't say anything, just finished off her supper in silence. Then she pushes back from the table and I cleared off her plate for her. When I sat back down she spoke.
"I tell you what. I want to help you out, do my part to help a boy in need. Never say I don't do my charity work."
"Starting tomorrow you'll drive into the city and meet me for lunch all week. If you keep being a good little bitch I'll drop a load in your mouth for lunch, keep you tided over for the day. I'll stay here at your place this week, make sure you go to bed with a nice full tummy every night."
I hopped up and gave Mommy a tight hug. "Thank you, Mommy!" I practically squealed at her.
Good grief. I'm so pathetic.
I started to plant light kisses on Mommy's neck, saying thank you with every kiss. her hands started pulling me onto her lap and I climbed up and straddled her. Our lips came together as her hands wrapped around my back, running her hands all over my skin, her touch giving me what my body needs. I moved my hips up and back, sandwiching her brief-covered dick between my cheeks, up the entire length and down again.
Mommy broke our kiss and sucked one of my sensitive nipples into her hot mouth, suckling and teasing with her tongue while her hands groped and mauled at my chest. I'm melting from her touch, from all her attention to my yearning body, the emotions washing over me and pouring out in whimpers and gasps.
As I rubbed my bottom up and down Mommy's cock, we were squishing my balls between us with every stroke, every push of my hips driving them down onto Mommy's throbbing shaft. It hurt so bad, but I loved the pain. I ached for it.
She wrapped her arms around my waist and stood up as I locked my legs around her waist as tight as I could. she held me there in the air while we enjoyed each other's mouths, our lips and tongues dancing, fighting, teasing. she slowly lowers me down and sits me on the table as we reluctantly broke our kiss.
Her hands start pulling down my booty shorts and I lift my hips to help her. she pulls them all the way off of my smooth legs and throws them aside, and I pull my legs back to my sides, spreading myself wide and holding them back with my arms and offering her my hungry pink hole in the most obscene and desperate way I could.
Mommy pulls down her shorts and out comes my favorite girlcock, the first I had ever had, and still servicing to this day. she takes it in one hand and gives it a few strokes while she starts pulling on my butt plug. Mommy wasn't playing this time, no teasing me. she grabbed hold of it and pulled it right now.
I could feel my hole gaping and trying to clench itself back closed over and over again, but the muscles just didn't work too good anymore. I usually had something stretching my butt open more hours of the day than I didn't, so its natural resting place had just adjusted to being slightly gaped. How humiliating, visual evidence of the damage these women had done to me, but also so proud. So proud of myself for surrendering my body for the pleasures of others for so many years.
I laid there on the table and watched between my spread legs as my muscled Mommy stroked her big yummy dick, staring down at my spread hole with lust in her eyes, stepping closer and taking aim, the entire scene so graphic, so raw, penetrating my mind and raping my psyche.
In the back of my mind I remember why I'm always plugged and lubed when one of my mommies comes around. When they get all horned up, their hormones driving them wild with lust, they don't stop and give me time to lube up. They just fuck me.
Of course, there are a few times when I've "accidentally" forgotten to do it, but only when I'm really feeling like I need to be hurt real good.
Mommy pushed her big head into me and my swollen round lips stretched wide to let her in, not even a bit of resistance left anymore. Mommy's hands wrapped around my waist and she pulled me all the way down onto her, bottoming out in me as my ass was now hanging half way off the table, the only thing keeping me from falling was that giant piece of meat trying to tickle my belly from the inside.
Mommy held me there and fucked me, not a bit concerned about starting off slow, just right into hard fucking. I put my arms back behind me and lifted my butt off the table, pushing myself forward as she pulled my waist down, resulting in a steady, almost violent rhythm that echoed off the kitchen walls and right into my fuzzy little brain.
she shifts forward and wraps her hands around my small thighs and pins my legs down to the table, slamming down into me from above so hard I just knew the table was going to break again. This wasn't the first time I found myself getting fucked silly on my own kitchen table and having to repair it the next day, it wouldn't be the last.
I could see sweat building on her as she worked my hole open, fucking it open like she owned it, which she literally did. Any doubt to that could be laid to rest by looking at the spade tattoo she branded on the side of my neck, or the one she gave me on my little butt cheek. Mommy owned my ass, and Mommy fucked it that way.
I could only lay there pinned down to the table and watch as Mommy worked all of her frustrations from the day out on my poor little hole, then she reached up and grabbed my neck with one of her big, rough hands, clamping down hard.
I love it, I love it when she chokes me! I love submitting every ounce of my body to her, even my ability to breathe. The fear pumps dopamine into my mush brain, and I ride the high like a desperate whore.
I knew what was coming next. I had been playing this game with Mommy for years. I knew what she liked, I knew how she liked to treat her bitches, and she knew what I craved. her hand around my neck was alternating between squeezing shut and letting loose, my head was starting to get fuzzy from the constant denial of air, then the massive rush of oxygen as she loosens her harsh grip around my tiny neck.
Then Mommy starts slapping my face, not too hard, but enough to rattle me with every slap. Over and over she slapped me, choking me, pounding her big dick straight down into my guts, and I was riding the dopamine high like a junkie. Through the fog I watched this obscenity happening to me, reveling in it's raw filth and the damage it had to be doing to my brain.
There was no orgasm building up, I'm already in one constant body-gasm at this point. Over and over, waves of pleasure coming from her cock and her dominance, barely able to process a thought other than getting fucked and slapped around like a throwaway sex toy.
Finally Mommy had enough slapping me around and went back to holding onto my thighs, crushing them into the table as she used my little bussy to jerk her cock off, building up to get that release.
Mommy loved to cum inside me, she loved to get in there as deep as she could and blast her hot seed into my belly, breeding my hole so deep. I would clamp down on her dick as hard as I could over and over, milking her cock with my broken little hole, trying to coax every last drop out of her. Being bred deep like that, face to face with your Mommy, there is no greater feeling.
But I was hungry, and Mommy promised to feed me. I couldn't let her forget and blast off in my booty this time.
"Uhg, fuck Mommy, you fuck me so good! Fuck my little hole deep. Yes, deep down in there just.. like.. that.. Fuuuck!"
Mommy loves the dirty talk and so do I. Between the two of us we never shut up when we're fucking, her calling me dirty names, making me call myself names, and me using every pornographic lased phrase my brainwashed mind could think of to drive her over the edge.
"I need your cum Mommy," I panted at her like I was in heat. "I'm so hungry, and you promised. You promised you would feed me!"
She's grunting now, getting close, so close. I love this part, this build up to the release, watching her go through it. Watching her orgasm build up all over her face, and feeling it inside me when her cock gets impossibly hard, painfully hard, as it pummels into me, and finally seeing it wash over her as she explodes and gets her deserved release. And knowing that my body did that to her.
And now I was seeing it again, seeing her right on the tipping point.
"Shoot your hot nut in my mouth Mommy." I was being a little brat. "I want to taste it. I want to swallow it all down in my tummy and be a good cum slut for you."
My filthy porn talk pushed her over the edge and as she pulled out of me I slid off the table down onto my knees and wrapped my hands around her legs, looking up at her from under her big, slimy cock sliding in her hand.
I stuck out my tongue and offered her my mouth, showing her how much I wanted it. her big dick was aimed right at my mouth as she pumped the final stroke that finished her off.
She rested her cock head on my tongue and stroked her cum right into my mouth, covering my tongue in that hot sticky mess. Spurt after spurt, she jerked her load into my mouth, and as I felt my mouth filling up, I pulled my covered tongue back into my mouth and tilted my head back as she filled me up so I wouldn't lose a drop.
As her orgasm slowed down I wrapped my lips around her dick, careful not to spill any of my treat. The taste of her cum was just starting to take over, overpowering my taste buds the same way she overpowers my body. I used my hands to pull gently on her shaft, slowly trying to work the last few drops out of her cum hole and into my mouth.
Satisfied I had slurped out every last drop, I sat back on my heels and savored my treat, swishing it around in my mouth, pushing it around with my sticky tongue, trying to coat every last bit of my mouth with Mommy's flavor.
It's intoxicating, when you get addicted to the taste of cum, and you savor it like a junkie getting their fix. It's intoxicating to know you're that far gone, that you've done this so many times that you've created an addiction to it.
Mommy watched me with my treat, swishing her nut all around my mouth, and finally I looked up at her and opened as wide as I could to show her her work.
"That's right boy, you show me what a good cum slut you are. I like that. Now you go ahead and enjoy your supper bitch."
And I did. I gulped it all down and spent the next few minutes sucking it all off the inside of my cheeks and using my tongue to clean it off my teeth, and trying to find every sticky drop of yumminess.
Mommy turned around and went in the other room, leaving me there on the floor, reflecting on the path that led me here, on the floor with a busted little butt hole that will probably never close all the way again, and the taste of Mommy's potent seed soaking into mouth.
But all I could really think about was how fucking hungry I was. It was going to be a long week. Mommy gets up early to leave for work, so where I was going to get my breakfast? My tummy rumbled, thankful for the gift my mouth had earned it, but still wanting more.
I needed to call another Mommy, and I had just the one in mind. she works the graveyard shift and gets off work in the early AM. I just knew I could sweet talk her into letting me work a load out of her in the morning when she gets off work.
I shot off a quick text, grabbed a couple drinks, and went to join Mommy on the couch. her dick was only partially deflated, still plump and full and angry looking, but relaxed, just laying there on her stomach like it was taking a nap.
I handed Mommy her drink and took a few sips myself, then sank down onto the floor beside Mommy's legs. I rubbed my hands all up and down her smooth calves, massaging them and pulling and twisting her muscles around. I hopped up on my knees and moved my hands up to her thighs, working both hands on one of her smooth thighs, then switching to the other one.
I moved my hands up close to her groin, kneading the muscles just inches from her hanging balls. I saw her cock twitch on her belly. Inwardly I grinned to myself. I knew what it took to get my Mommy ready to go again, we've been dancing this to this beat for so many years.
When I was convinced I had done as much with my hands as I could, I leaned in and sucked her balls into my mouth, suckling on them gently, washing them with my tongue, pulling on them with my mouth until they almost popped out, then engulfing in my mouth again, letting them hang in my open mouth while I tickled her balls with my tongue.
I took my time with her nuts, showing them the love they deserve. They held my precious treat, and I knew best how to coax it out of them. I got lost in the act, sucking and licking all over her nuts, rubbing them all over my face, smearing my spit and dribble on my face, degrading myself with Mommy's big balls.
As I serviced Mommy's balls, I was watching her cock start to wake up. Mommy's snake had a pronounced downward curve to it when she was hard, which I loved because it was so easy to get it to slip down deep in my throat. Some guys are really hard to deep throat just because of their shape, but not Mommy. Mommy's dick fit in my throat like it was made for it. Mommy did throat rape me the first time I met her, but I wouldn't have it any other way. her abuse led me here, with a mouth full of yummy bull balls.
With every twitch I watched her cock bounce higher, lowering back down less and less with each bounce, until she was sticking straight up, hard as a rock, her cock head glistening with precum and pointed straight down at my mouth.
I took great pride knowing I brought Mommy to full mast with just my talented little mouth on her big nuts, and the sight of that precum was driving me wild. I continued to feast on her balls, holding myself back from her cock until just the right moment, never taking my eyes off that drop of precum oozing from her big hole.
Each twitch of Mommy's cock made a little more precum flow out and I watched it build. I knew I had to time it right. Too long, and it might drop off and be wasted. Or Mommy might just get tired of my games and shove it down my throat, robbing me of my treat that I've worked so hard for.
Finally I'd had as much as I could take. I let Mommy's balls slip out of my mouth with a wet pop, and licked the tip of her dick, taking that big drop of yummy precum right on my tongue.
Fuck it tasted so, so good! I could never get enough of that precum flavor, so sweet and promising of the treat yet to cum. I cradled Mommy's balls with one hand and wrapped the other around her shaft, clamping down and tugging it towards my mouth, milking her precum out. I watched as it oozed out and dripped on my tongue and then I engulfed her entire head with my mouth.
Mommy moaned and grabbed the back of my head with both hands as I started working my tongue around her cock head, searching for every drop of flavor. I massaged her balls with my hand, working them from one side to the other, squeezing on them, pulling the sack down nice and tight, then giving them a gentle massage.I bobbed my head up and down Mommy's dick, letting my wet mouth coat it with my stickiness, using my hand to spread my spit all around her shaft and getting it ready.
I couldn't take it anymore and pulled my mouth off her cock, giving it a sweet, wet kiss before I climbed up on the couch to straddle Mommy. I lowered myself down onto Mommy's slimy cock as she held it there for me, impaling myself on her for the second time tonight. I dropped my bottom down on her lap as far as I could go and felt her pushing my insides around, reshaping my hole around her cock.
My hands wrapped around her neck and shoulders and she cupped each of my butt cheeks in her hands and I started to bounce. It felt so good as I pulled my pussy up to the tip of her cock, then sat back down on it, the pain as it bottomed out in my belly sending shivers up my neck.
I rode Mommy with passion, with lust, with a goal. I wanted more of her cum in my belly. I needed it now. It's all I've been thinking about since she started talking about it. Now it's seared into my brain, the thought of Mommy feeding me her cum all week, my tummy so hungry for food, my mouth so hungry for flavor. The longer the week goes on, the more desperate I'm going to get for her cum.
Mommy's hands left my butt and wrapped around my neck, squeezing down with them both. I slammed my pussy down on her hard while she choked me into submission. Mommy knew I loved this, she knew I needed it. she knew this is what I needed to be happy, her big cock breaking my bottom open while she abuses my body, hurts it, bruises it. Ruins it.
Mommy let me breathe as I rode her, but her strong hands stayed firmly wrapped around my neck, squeezing just to the point of cutting off the air. It felt so good being held like that, being controlled. It felt like a collar on too tight, every breathe just enough of a struggle to make you have to think about it, to fear if you were going to be able to take the next one.
I don't know why I love it so much, but I do. I can't help it. Something somewhere along the line broke me.
Mommy's hands left my neck and wrapped around my waist. I knew Mommy was going to cum. I knew I wanted her to cum in my mouth. But I couldn't stop myself. It felt too good.
Mommy held me tight, crushing my waist as she shot her seed up into my belly, breeding my tender hole like a bitch in heat. All I could do was hold onto her and take it. I tried to squeeze my little pussy around her, to clench down and help milk her nut into me, but I just couldn't. There was nothing left down there, just a sloppy, broken hole getting pumped full.
Our breath was ragged and we held onto to each other tight as our orgasms washed over us. Then Mommy grabs my bottom and stands up with me. she spins around and dumps me on the couch, pushing my head down in the cushions while she pulled my butt up into the air. Finally I feel her start to pull her cock out of me.
It both hurt and felt good as pulled out of me. I knew my little hole was good and well fucked, but it held onto her cock like it never wanted to let go. I guess I had adjusted to being on her dick for so long that she molded me onto her curve. It actually hurt as she finally yanked her swollen dick out of me, leaving me gaping in the cool air.
"Don't move."
she walked away and came back a few seconds later holding a plate, the same plate I fed her her dinner on. she set it down on the floor beside the couch.
"Now I'm gonna hold you here over this plate. You be a good little bitch and push out all my nut out onto your plate."
With that she grabbed my waist and pulled me back, my feet still on the couch, but my butt held over the empty space over the plate. she lowered me down, forcing my legs to double up and my pussy to gape open.
I could feel the stream of her cum pouring out of me. I could hear it hit the porcelain. My ass sputtered and leaked as I tried to push and squeeze and find some semblance of muscle control in my butt. But there just was none.
Mommy let out a disappointed huff and I felt her stick her two fingers up inside me, all the way to the hilt.
Oh my goodness, oh fuck, oh fuck! she wiggled her big fingers around inside of my loose asshole, stroking my insides so hard and so good. I could feel her cum running out of me down around her fingers and dripping onto the plate as she fingered my broken little bottom.
Finally Mommy was satisfied she had fingered all of her cum out of me and she pulled her fingers out. I don't know how she did it, but somehow her fingers had brought feeling back to my weakened muscles and I could work them again, trying to squeeze and clench myself closed uncontrollably over and over again, the feeling of being empty almost unbearable to me.
I was crazed with lust. I was drunk on this shit.
"Come get your supper, cum slut."
I crawled over to where Mommy was standing, holding out her hand to me. her fingers were completely covered in her seed, I couldn't believe how much cum was covering her fingers and running down her wrist. I looked over at the plate and audibly gasped. It looked like a plate full of soup. Hot, yummy, delicious, woman-flavored soup.
I knew my brain wasn't working right as I reached out for Mommy's arm, guiding her hand towards my mouth. I took her fingers in my mouth and loudly, passionately, slurped every drop off of her skin. I sucked each finger, ran my tongue up between her fingers, licked up and down her hand and wrist, getting every last drop I could.
Satisfied I had properly cleaned her, I bent over and lowered my head to my plate. I brought my face down close and breathed it in, the smell before the plunge. I pursed my lips and stuck them down in the sticky goo, sucking mouthful after mouthful in past my lips, swallowing it all down with each suck, and feeling the slimy cum flavored with my ass juices slip down the back of my throat.
I feasted on my plate of cum until there was nothing left and I was just licking it dry, like a dog licking it's bowl. Finally I stopped, sat back on my heels and looked up at Mommy. I could feel her cum all over my face, drying in the air. Mommy grabbed my booty shorts off the floor where she threw them earlier and tossed them to me. I cleaned off my face as best I could.
Mommy watched me and started laughing out loud, something she rarely does. I couldn't help but start laughing with her, the absurdity of what we just did, what I just did, hitting us both.
I sat there on the floor, basking in the afterglow, replaying the whole thing in my mind, trying to sear the memory of that night into my brain forever.
It was going to be a long week.
My phone alarm wakes me up. The bright screen blasts 6 am into my sleepy eyes. I started cussing under my breath right away. I hate early mornings.
I got out of bed started for the shower, walking past my couch and seeing the mess we had made there last night. Guess it's going to be a cleaning day later.
Then I remembered. Oh my gosh, Mommy is staying at my house all week. I could just imagine her coming home tonight finding me here, standing meek and humble, offering my body to her in a graphically enticing way. I could just see her taking hold of me, her hands mauling my body, running over my curves, touching my skin, searching, probing, squeezing...
Fuck, snap out of it. I've been awake for two minutes and I'm already narrating my own private porno in my head.
Stop being a dumb slut for five minutes, I thought to myself as I shuffled off to the bathroom. I got undressed and glanced in the mirror, seeing the aftermath of what Mommy did to my poor neck last night.
Her hand prints were clear as day. I looked like someone tried to strangle me. Her outline of her hands were crushed into my skin and turning purple and blue, with red irritated skin glowing around each finger imprint.
Well this is not the first time I've had to use cover up on my bruises. I hopped in the shower, searching my mind for why I let this keep happening to me but knowing I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to.
An hour later and I'm on the road. I dressed casually, realizing it's early morning and people out and about don't want to see some white trash slut dressed like she was working a shift on Figueroa Street. Low rise stretchy pants and a too short white t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination with what was going on with my chest. Some sneakers and a jacket, and I just became another commuter on the road.
The girl's house I was going to wasn't too far, about 20 mins away. I was surprised I didn't see her more often considering how near we lived, but this Mommy wasn't like my others. she was younger, in her 20s, some sort of professional. From all the things that decorated her home, it was obvious she had a very active social life so probably just didn't have time for someone like me very often.
This Mommy I had met by happen chance about a year back. I was bored so I had taken a night shift job at a hotel near the interstate, part time just as something to pass the time and see some people other than just the women climbing on top of me every day. Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes I need some conversation that doesn't end with a dick rooting around in my booty.
She was a guest one night and I checked her in, tapping away on the front desk computer. I had failed to keep my hair pulled down around my neck and she noticed the spade tattoo there. she started chatting about tattoos and asked me about mine.
I didn't know how much to say. I mean this is real life, this girl is just trying to get in her room for the night, not get harassed by some little pervert.
I told her I got it for someone I had hooked up with long ago. she asked me if I had any others and I reluctantly showed her the pink heart on my right upper arm, the tattoo I hated the most. People may not know what the spade symbolizes, but everyone knows what a soft boy with a pink heart on her upper arm means.
I had hoped that would end the conversation, but she just looked at me and lifted an expectant eye, so I told her I had one more. I glanced at her real quick and said, "It's on my bottom."
she didn't really react too much, still that same friendly smirk and gently taunting look. Meanwhile I'm blushing so hard my face is practically on fire.
"So did you get all of them for the same girl, or for different ones?"
So I told her about it, another spade the size of an orange on my upper cheek. Then she asked what the spade meant and why that girl gave me two of them.
It was pretty obvious at this point that we both knew the game and were each playing our part. But it was still fun to feign innocence, teetering on the edge of fantasy and reality.
I looked up at her and whispered, "Mommy says it shows everyone I'm owned."
She starts laughing out loud while I'm standing there feeling my face burn off with shame. My heart is pounding in my chest so hard it almost hurts. This is what I crave. This is what I yearn for all the time. The mind-shattering humiliation that floods my brain with dopamine and rewires my pleasure center, getting me hooked on it, getting me addicted to the high, numbing me to it and making me always need more, always chasing the fix, one degrading action after the other.
she regains her composure and leans towards the counter a bit. I can smell her scent waft towards me, her perfume or body wash or whatever it was, mixed with the smell of a futa, and when I breathed it in my head started swimming.
Oh, no, I thought. Not again. Not at work. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Stop being such a slut. Stop it!
"Prove your Mommy right. Show me," she says, in no way a question.
I just looked at her, bewildered. Show her? Where? Here???
she nods her head towards the back office and I didn't say a word, I just lowered my eyes and walked around to the door, unlocked it and allowed her behind the counter. she followed me into the tiny office and started undoing her pants.
No pretense here, I knew what she wanted. Our hands fought with each other trying to get her pants off, me trying to grab the belt, her pushing my hand away when I'm taking too long, me trying not to break my nails on her zipper.
Damn it, why are boy's pants so hard to get off? All my clothes just come right off with a hard tug.
her cock sprang free and bounced in front of my face, teasing me with every throb. she had had enough of my silly hands and pulled them up over my head, crossing my wrists and holding them tight with one hand. she took aim at my mouth and stepped towards me, letting my mouth engulf her.
She let me do what I clearly wanted to do, my hands held high, no other choice for me anyway. So I did what I loved to do, and the noises coming from her throat were telling me she liked it.
This didn't last too long, and she pulled me up onto my feet by my arms and spun me around and bent me down over the manager's cold metal desk, exposing my little bottom to her. I was wearing a hot pink thong tonight, pulled up onto my hips in a sexy whale tail, my spade tattoo peeking out over my low cut pants. My clothes were supposed to cover all of this to guests, but I guess we're past all that now.
she groped around on my jiggly cheeks, mumbling something about some tasty cake and making my face burn with shame all over again, and started tugging on my pants, the stretchy material sliding over my butt and hitting the floor, keeping my ankles trapped. she gave my bottom a few good slaps and I could feel the fire rushing into my cheeks. I wiggled my butt at her enticingly and she pulled my thong up out of my crack and stretched it up out of the way, exposing my little pink rose bud to her, the lips clearly swollen and stretched and begging it, winking at her a vulgar invitation and promising a soft fit.
I wasn't plugged. I wasn't lubed. I had tried my hardest to get her as wet as possible with my mouth, but with my hands held up like that I didn't have enough time to get it get it good and sticky.
I felt her fingers rub up against my little pink hole, just rubbing around it. I could feel something wet, so at least I knew she used a little spit. Then the feeling of her fingers disappeared and were replaced with the familiar feeling of an angry cock head trying to work it's way inside me.
she pushed hard and even with no lube my little hole couldn't resist her. It hurt, it burned as she pushed it inside me, bottoming out in one quick, determined thrust, crushing my body into the desk. My hole was aching, clenching over and over, trying to adjust to this intruder as she kept rocking her hips deep against me, trying to find the deepest spot with every push.
Then she fucked me, right there on that cold desk. Hard and fast, not caring at all about me, just trying to get her relief, just using my body to jerk off her horny cock.
After a few minutes she grips my hips hard and lets loose, spilling her seed in my belly, holding onto me so tight, her fingers flexing their muscles into my hips every time her balls pushed their cum into my tender hole.
And that's how I met a new Mommy.
About a week after that the manager brought me into her office, played the security tape of me getting bent over her desk, and fired me.
I was laughing the whole drive home. So worth it.
So this is how I met this woman who's house I was driving to now, her pounding one out in me on my boss's dirty desk.
I got to her house and she let me in. We both knew why I was here and we wasted no time as she tugged off her pants and took a seat on her couch. I crawled up between her legs and assumed my place.
I ran my hands up her legs and cupped her balls, weighing them gently.
"Ooooh, your balls are so big and full," I cooed at her while massaging them around in her sack. her dick was inches from my face, staring angrily at me, bouncing in time with my fingers playing with her soft balls.
"How long has it been since you came," I mewled at her, daring a quick tongue flick across the head of her cock, just a taste, just a tease.
"At least a week," she breathed heavily. Music to my horny ears, and my hungry belly.
"Mmm, you should never have to go long that long, Mommy. These big balls deserve to be drained every single day." I said, still cupping her balls, kneading them around, tugging on them, pulling them down nice and tight until the skin around her cock head started to slowly peel back, the big swollen head glistening with drops of precum.
"And I intend to do it for you," I said in my brattiest voice as I opened my mouth and sucked in her juicy head, swirling my hungry tongue all around it, learning it's shape, tasting it's flavor.
I watched as her eyes rolled back and her head tilted back onto the couch, her arms resting by her side. I had practically begged her in my texts to let me come give her head, promising she wouldn't have to do anything. I would do all the work and leave when I'm done.
And now I had it to do.
I focused all my skills on her, sucking and slurping every way I could think of. I ran my lips down the side of her shaft to her base, then back up her shaft and over the head and back down the other side, never stopping my mouth on her cock head, just teasing it with a flick of my tongue as I passed over it. Every time my wet mouth moved over her head I could feel her hips rise, trying to find an opening.
I teased her and edged her on, and finally as I drew my lips up the side of her dick I landed my lips around her head and sucked it all in, pushing it to the back of my mouth. When I felt it hit the back, I pushed down and felt my throat loosen up and let her in.
Her big hand came up and wrapped around the back of my head, taking a big handful of my hair to hold me tight, and started working my head up and down her dick, using my mouth like a flesh light.
I loved every second of it, being used like this to make her feel good. Giving her so much pleasure, hearing it from her moans, feeling it from her throbbing hard cock, and all because of me. The thought sends me on a rush, increasing my efforts to milk her off into my mouth.
her pace quickens as she uses my mouth, and she starts panting harder, looking down at me while she drives up into my sloppy mouth.
I know it's coming, I can feel her dick getting harder in my throat. There's no way I can let her cum down my belly, I thought. I have to taste it. I came all this way.
I still had my hands around her balls, holding them and tugging on them this whole time. I felt her start to tense up as her thighs started to push up off the couch, and I tightened my little fingers around her big heavy balls and pulled down hard.
Just enough to get her cock out of my throat and onto my tongue, and just in time. she loses the fight and starts unleashing blast after blast of scaling hot cum into my mouth, shooting into me so hard and violently that it's gagging the back of my throat, making me sputter and cough cum out around her spasming cock.
I furiously stroke her shaft fast with one hand while still tugging down on her balls, working her orgasm out from the very bottom of her balls, coaxing every drop into my mouth, my lips sealed as tight as I could around her.her cock stops jerking and her cum oozes from her big hole, and I suck hard to get every bit out. As her softening cock slips from my lips and slaps up against her thigh, I sit back on my legs and give her big load a quick swish around my mouth for good measure, and gulp it all down in one big slimy mess.
Oh, that feeling. That feeling as it slides down my throat, almost agonizingly slow, feeling it slide down deep.
she didn't need me to show her the gooey mess, she couldn't care less about feeding my humiliation addiction. she used me as a wet hole to unload in from time to time, and my needs were the furthest thing from her thoughts. I had other women in my life for that.
I cleaned up any bits of her cum from on my face and around my mouth, several places where it ran down my chin and was about to drip off. I used my fingers to feed it myself as quick as I could, leaned forward and gave her spent cock a wet, passionate kiss right on the underside of the head, and I could feel it twitch under my lips.
"Thank you, Mommy, that was yummy," I cooed licking my sticky lips and smacking them together like some bukkake porn slut.
Mmm, cum-flavored lip gloss. My favorite.
"Remember what I said. Your balls deserved to be drained every single day. See you in the morning!"
With that I turned around and left before she had time to process what I said, or to say no.
I got in my car and after checking myself for any evidence of her cum on my face in the mirror, I sat back and just basked in the memory, her taste still strong in my mouth, tasting it on my breath all the way home.
Oh, I'm going to get my breakfast this week, I thought to myself while I drove. My diet was going great.