Sofia and Brittany take turns fucking Melora after me. I finally get some payback from Melora, removing the strap-on and spreading my thighs so the tied teen can lap at my clit. Once she’s made me cum once, I turn over and she eagerly eats my ass to repay me for all I did for her. There’s no more pretending she doesn’t enjoy this, so we untie her arms and find a willing participant in our little punishment game. Spankings, fuckings, and tongue-soothing ensues.
It’s going to be a long day of wearing out Melora, but I think we’re all up to the task.
Surviving the Fallout
“That’s the backups,” says Melora, clicking a few keys on her laptop computer.
Sofia and I drove Melora straight home after our fun. It’s late evening, dark outside the windows of Melora’s bedroom, and the three of us are quite sore from our exhausting fuck session. My whole body aches, but I suspect Melora is most tired of all. She hides it well. She doesn’t even sit gingerly on her desk chair despite the fact that scarcely an hour ago Brittany and Sofia took turns pounding cocks up Melora’s ass.
“And there’s nothing ‘in the cloud’ to download?” asks Sofia, raising an eyebrow as she looks at Melora.
“Nothing,” says Melora, swiveling in the chair. “Not that it matters. What would I do with it? You have video of me begging to lick your pussies and get fucked by your big, big, oh my god, so big strap-ons.”
Melora grins. Sofia giggles.
The girls have changed into jeans and t-shirts. They look casually sexy; both of them chose tight shirts that still show off their impressive breasts and jeans that suit their round asses. I’ve gone for a simple sun dress that shows of my cleavage and long, tanned legs. Sofia’s butler brought us up to her fabulously huge bedroom without comment.
“Well then,” I say. “Everything is sorted out, so I guess we had better be leaving.”
I don’t make any move to leave. I stand there with a smile to match Sofia’s, suspecting that Melora wants us to stay.
“What about the club?” asks the raven-haired teen.
“You want to go back, don’t you?” Sofia walks over and sits down on the edge of Melora’s crimson-draped four poster bed. “You know you have to get your mother to join, right?”
“She’s in Spain,” says Melora.
“Exceptions have been made before. But you really do need some sort of older sponsor to bring you into the club.” I sit down on Melora’s bed beside Sofia. “If not a relative, then an older friend or mentor.”
“It’s how the math works,” says Sofia as she holds up a finger from each hand. “There has to be two people to swap with two different partners.”
Melora gets up from her desk chair and saunters over to the bed. She stands right in front of us, cocking her hips to one side as I admire those plump teenage tits and her visibly hard nipples straining beneath her t-shirt. Damned if after hours of fucking her at the club that little brat isn’t making me hot for her again.
“What about you, Mrs. Brody,” asks Melora. “You could sponsor me and I could be like, you know, a threesome or something for whoever you swap with.”
“Mmmmmm.” I fold my arms across my breasts as if I am considering her offer. “So you want me to be your mentor? Well, you’re going to have to make a better deal than that.”
“Do you want to fuck me, Mrs. Brody.”
“Stop calling me by my ex-hubsand’s name. Call me Lindsay or, even better, when we’re not at the club you can call me ‘mistress.’”
Her eyes widen and she gets a big grin.
“Oooh, mistress, I like it! Are you going to spank me, mistress?”
She turns and offers her round, denim-clad butt. How her ass isn’t sore is beyond me. Maybe the girl is just a crazy masochist in addition to being a sadist.
“Oh, I’ll do a lot more than spank you, Melora. I will teach you to respect people.” I squeeze her ass and pull her onto my lap. Lean my chin on her shoulder as she giggles and squirms. I reach a hand around, slipping it under her t-shirt and fondling one of her soft breasts. “This is about more than sex. Once a week, during the week, you’re going to come over to my house and you’re going to cook and clean for me.”
“Like a maid,” she moans as my fingers find her nipple. “You want me to be your slutty little maid?”
“Yes, I’ll get you an outfit you can wear. Sofia can help pick it out. You’ll cook, you’ll clean, and… you know there was that thing Hitomi told us about. Do you remember, Sofia? It was these baths in Japan where—“
“Soap lands,” says Sofia. “Yeah, Hitomi showed me how they work last week.”
“Showed you?”
My daughter blushes a little. She and Hitomi have become quite close. I didn’t realize they were bathing together.
“Uh, yeah, you get naked and she gets naked, and she covers herself in soap and then starts rubbing it all over your body. She has this special soap that it sort of like slimier than regular soap. I don’t know how to explain it.” She blushes a little more, clearly remembering the details of her full-body soap bath with my sexy tutoring student. “Uh, it feels really good. You’d like it, mom.”
“It sounds wonderful,” I say. “I imagine Hitomi would be happy to show Melora here how it works and then once a week Melora can give me a soap land bath before she leaves for the night.”
“Or spends the night,” suggests Sofia.
“Oh, yes, sometimes you might be needed,” I slide my hand out from under her shirt and down the front of Melora’s jeans, “to service me late into the night.”
I squeeze her pussy through the front of her panties, feeling her squirm and sensing that particular heat radiating from her pussy. She tosses her head back against me, her full lips falling opening in a gasp of pleasure.
“Agree,” she gasps as I work my fingers along her groove. “I’ll do it. As long as you take me to the club.”
“Oh, they’re all going to love you there,” says Sofia, lifting Melora’s shirt up over the teen’s shapely breasts. “We’re all going to have fun together.”
My daughter begins sucking on Melora’s nipples as I work my fingers into Melora’s panties and begin to rub her clit and gently fuck her with two fingers. She moans and wriggles against my hand. I kiss her neck and suck just hard enough to leave a little red mark.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she moans. “Just don’t… don’t stop fucking me.”
Sofia and I work together to drag Melora onto the bed and get her clothes off. My daughter makes short work of Melora’s t-shirt and begins sucking and licking both of Melora’s breasts. Sofia actually pulls her own shirt off and drops her milky tits onto Melora’s face in a sort of breast-sucking 69. It’s so hot that I get distracted as I am fighting to take off Melora’s tight jeans.
“Ohhhh, that’s good,” says Sofia. “Don’t be afraid to suck out the milk.”
“It tastes so sweet,” giggles Melora, her words muffled by my daughter’s engorged breasts.
Rather than fixating on the sight of my teenage daughter getting her milk-heavy tits sucked, I decide it would be a little healthier to focus on Melora. I finally get her jeans off and toss them over my shoulder. Her panties are soaking wet. I peel them off her neatly shaved little pussy. Her vulva is red from being fucked raw at the club. Her folds are swollen with a mixture of arousal and irritation. Her pussy just looks sore, so I decide to soothe the poor baby’s pouting lips.
I crawl between Melora’s thighs and begin pleasuring her with long, slow licks from her perineum to her clit. Her ass looks a little sore too so I give it a few licks for good measure, but I focus my lapping at her straining bud.
“Ohhhh Lindsay,” she moans and reaches a hand down to my head. “That’s so… mmmpphhmmmm.”
Sofia smothers Melora’s words by climbing atop her face. It’s a weird thrill to have my daughter riding Melora and watching me tongue the raven-haired teen’s slit. Melora begins to squirm and roll her hips, fucking herself against my tongue.
I let her do most of the work, knowing that she’ll find the sweet spot for herself on the rigid curve of my tongue. Her hot juices decorate my chin and spill sweetly into my mouth.
“Ohhhhh right there,” moans Sofia as she rides Melora’s face and plays with Melora’s nipples. “Suck my clit. Ooooh! That’s my asshole, focus on my… ooohh… okay, you can lick that too. Oh, you really like it.”
Watching and listening to my daughter explain what is happening to her on the other side of her round ass is too much of a turn on for me to handle. I slide a hand between my thighs and begin fingering myself. It’s easy to focus on my pleasure, because Melora’s hips are doing most of the work of fucking against my face. The occasional lash of my tongue against her clit is enough to drive the teen towards her orgasm.
It isn’t long before we are all cumming. I think I actually get off first, clutching against my thrusting fingers and rocking my hips to ride my hand. The heavy flow of Melora’s sweet cum into my mouth and the sudden clenching of her thighs signal her pleasure. Sofia cums last, just as Melora is beginning to relax. She bounces heavily on Melora’s face, her heaving breasts flinging droplets of milk onto the bedspread, Melora, and even onto me.
I lick a drop of sweet milk from my upper lip. Laughing and embracing one another, the three of us kiss and caress. I know better than to touch my daughter in certain ways, lest I awaken certain desires I can’t afford to embrace, but it is a sweet and relaxing moment. We relax onto Melora’s enormous bed. I’m in the middle and I have an arm around each of the girls. Melora cuddles against me, my daughter lies back, her milk-fat tits heaving up and down as she catches her breath.
“That was great,” laughs Sofia.
“Yeah,” I agree. “And if this is any indication, I think I am going to enjoy having a personal maid.”
Part Eight
Finding Relief
A New Arrival
Melora Acosta is dusting the bookshelf in my office wearing the maid uniform I purchased from a specialty website. It is not one of those cheap Halloween maid uniforms meant to stiffen a frat boy’s cock at a college Halloween party, it is all silk and complete with ruffled white panties and white silk stockings. The crinkled skirt looks like an open cupcake wrapper, and Melora’s lovely ass in those ruffled panties is on full display as she reaches for the top bookshelf with her feather duster.
She looks back over her shoulder to be sure I am watching her. I do my best to pretend to ignore her, observing her posing only out of the corner of my eye as I click away at my desktop computer. She decides I’m not paying enough attention to her and she begins to dust my desk. I glance over and I can see straight down the corseted top of her maid’s uniform. Her ample, golden breasts are squeezed and lifted and on full display. A dark ringlet of hair hangs in her face. Her breasts jiggle as she dusts. These are all things she wants me to notice, but I continue to tap away at my computer.
This game is part of my new routine with Melora. The beautiful teen serving as my maid and performing for me sexually is all payback for her attempts to ruin Sofia’s relationship with Victoria and blackmail me with dirty pictures. It backfired on Melora, but she has been quite enthusiastic about her punishment. I suspect it’s the sort of thing she wanted all along.
“Um, ma’am?” she interrupts, her dusky eyes imploring me. “May I dust your computer keyboard?”
“I suppose,” I say, wheeling back from the computer on my office chair.
I am wearing a houndstooth jacket over a fluffy white blouse and a short, white pencil skirt that shows off my long legs in sheer stockings. My hair is pinned up in a bun and, purely for costuming, I am wearing a pair of reading glasses.
Melora slides between me and my desk and begins wiggling her feather duster over my keyboard. As she does this, Melora bends forward at her waist, raising the ruffled back of her skirt and showing me her bottom once again. She thinks she can entice me with her firm little behind. Her ass is mouth-watering, but I have no intention of letting Melora dictate what is about to happen.
“Is this good, ma’am, or should I dust under your desk?”
She pushes her ass back more, but I resist the urge to tear off her panties and bury my tongue between her firm cheeks. Oh, no, I have different plans for Melora. I rise slowly from my chair and shed my jacket. I am not wearing a bra beneath my shirt and the soft material is surprisingly sheer, leaving my fat nipples and pink areolas fully visible. Melora stands upright and reaches back to fondle my breast. I push her hand away.
“Bend over the desk,” I growl and hook my hands into her panties.
The teen’s firm ass hardly jiggles at all as I strip her panties down her toned thighs. Her golden skin is lightly marked with a bikini line forming a paler triangle of flesh on her ass. Her delicate pussy is completely bare, at my urging, and I run my fingers over the hot furrow of Melora’s cunt. She groans with pleasure at my touch and obediently bends over the desk. I flip her maid’s skirt up and over the perfect heart-shape of her ass.
“Oh, Melora, I have something special for you today,” I murmur as I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her hot pussy. “Are you ready for it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she says, wiggling her butt from side to side.
I withdraw my fingers from her juicy furrow and shimmy my tight skirt up my thighs. As I do, I expose what I have been hiding all this time. Melora has had her share of dildos thrust into her naughty teenage holes, but this is something on a different scale.
The strap-on I am wearing is a full foot of realistic latex and rubber, with a fat tip and huge, molded testicles. It has another extra feature, which I considered ridiculous until I watched videos of it being used: it contains a reservoir that can be filled with liquid and then squirted out with a small hand pump connected to the base by a hose. I have filled this reservoir with a large quantity of a lubricant that realistically resembles semen.
Melora looks back at me over her shoulders and her dark eyes widen with shock.
“Ma’am,” her voice trembles, “what is that thing?!”
“Oh, I’ve been taking my vitamins,” I chuckle. “Wouldn’t you know it; I’ve grown a cock overnight. I’ve been thinking of stuffing it in your pussy ever since.”
“It’s too big,” she gasps.
“Maybe so,” I admit. “Let’s find out together.”
I actually tried the enormous dildo the night before, strapping it on and filling it up with cum lube with a bit of help from my Japanese exchange student and house guest Hitomi. In fact, she was too tight for the enormous dildo and I had to swap it out for something more modest from my growing collection of kinky toys. After our fun, Hitomi apologized to me in her adorably submissive way for being unable to handle the giant cock.
I forgave Hitomi after she gave a thorough apology with her tongue between my thighs. I’m betting Melora will not be so easily vanquished by a bit of rubber. Melora looks back at me nervously and I push her head down onto the desk. I rub the fat, pink tip of the dildo against her slick entrance. I push the cock down beneath her and swing it up against her clit several times.
“OOooooh,” she moans as the cock slaps against her tender bud.
“You’re a dirty bitch, Melora,” I say, teasing her slit with the cockhead. “Last night, in bed, you told me you wanted to be fucked. So you’re getting what you asked for.”
“I meant… like with that purple one Sofia gave you… the… nnnNNNNMMMM!!”
She forgets how to speak as I thrust the enormous head of the dildo into her tight little fucktunnel. Melora whines pitifully as I cram her teenage twat full of latex cock, jamming her cervix and almost getting the textured testicles against her clit. It’s a tight fit and I’m sure that first stroke is uncomfortable. I take it slowly as I pull back and her pussy clings to the dildo like a pink rubber sleeve.
“NNnnnoohhhhhhh,” she moans, her head jerking up slightly from the desk. “It’s so big, Mrs. Brody.”
“And you’re so wet for it,
Melora,” I laugh, taking hold of her hips and thrusting into her again.
It’s not an overstatement to say the little bitch is soaking wet. Her pussy is literally dripping juices down her thighs and onto the floor and the huge dildo pumps in and out of her with lewd squelches. This is not unusual for Melora. She loves sex and usually spends most of her time while dusting simultaneously soaking her panties, because she knows how her maid service ends in my presence. Or she thinks she knows. Today, it’s something she’s never had before.
“Slower,” she whimpers as I start to really get going.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you ask for it slower,” I chuckle, but have mercy and slow my strokes.
She has a great little butt and I enjoy the view of her golden cheeks as I skewer her pussy on the fat column of counterfeit cockflesh. I suck on my thumb and slip it into her crack to toy with the hot wrinkle of her asshole. No penetration, just a slow, wet rub around the rim as I fuck her faster and harder.
“NNnnn yeah,” she moans, finally over the discomfort and starting to enjoy the pussy-stretching dildo. “Please, fuck meeeee…”
“Yeah?” I slam against her ass, drilling the cock in and out of her as my office fills with the distinct, repeated slapping sounds of our bodies colliding. “You take such a big cock. Like a naughty girl. Like a real slut.”
“N-no, I’m gooooood,” she moans in protest.
I lean over her, pressing her face down onto the table as I press my lips to her ear. My strap-on works in and out of her pussy in short, deep strokes that barely leave her at all. She whimpers as the weight of my tits press against her back.
“Beg for it,” I hiss against her ear. “Beg for my cock. Beg for… beg for my big load. My big cum load to knock you up.”
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