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Getting to Joan Ch. 01

By: The Hungry Eye



Joan was in human resources. Just turned forty. Cute, petite with short blond hair. I met her on the internet. She responded to my ad. Perky breasts, she was sporting a brand new high end breast job. Fucked her on the first date. I liked her. She was kinda fun. She had a pretty high powered job, but she was kinda fucked up. Terrible upbringing, married twice, one daughter by each of her marriages. Great in her professional life, but she just couldn't get it together in her personal life. The trouble with Joan was she didn't have any self discipline. She couldn't say no when it came to sex. The little bitch could fuck like a mink. Burt she had a downside too. She needed a pill to make her sleep and sometimes to make her feel good when she was depressed. I figured she had been sexually abused as a kid. She never talked much about it, but she was pretty bitter about her childhood. That is the way it is with her type. They are pissed because someone fucked with them, but they can't reconcile the fact that it felt good. I figure all that bitterness caused her to do some stuff in her past that made her feel pretty bad at times and the pills helped her get through the days and nights. It must have worked pretty good. For someone who only had a high school education she had moved up the ladder to a rather comfortable living. Of course the child support payments had helped too. Her daughters were grown now, and she was missing the extra money.

Like I said, I fucked her on the first date. That isn't so unusual. Women her age don't waste your time. I knew she would be easy. After all she answered my ad and at our first meeting she tried too hard not to act interested. I could tell by the way she wouldn't look me directly in the eyes, the way she sqirmed nervously in her seat. I didn't push it at our first meeting. I was a complete gentleman, a gentleman who knew what what he was going to get. After our first date I took her to my place after drinks and dinner. Within fifteen minutes I had her skirt up around her waist and her bent over the arm of the sofa taking it from behind. She was a hot little bitch. We moved to the bedroom and got down to some serious fucking. I came four times that night. I couldn't count the time she came. She looked cute when I let her on top. Her ass snapped like a rabbit as she moved her hips back and forth on my cock. Her tits looked really nice too. She had a nice little tight pussy with a fluffy blonde bush. There is something about the first time you fuck someone, especially when they are as hot as Joan. I made sure she was well fucked when she I took her home.

We had been dating for about a month. I thought she had promise and I knew I could give her what she needed. She didn't know it yet, but I did. The guys she had been dating had just fucked her and left her alone. Some guys are intimidated by a woman who was as high strung as Joan, who liked to fuck as much as she did. Not me.

She was coming over to my to place tonight. We were going to a concert from my house. I heard her car pull up and met her at the door.

'Hey Joan, come in.'

'Hey honey, I brought some wine, I can't drink that stuff you like. Hard liquor doesn't like me.'

Joan looked good. She was wearing a dark blue knit dress that went to her ankles. I hugged her figure nicely and only had spaghetti straps holding it up. I had to wonder if she was wearing anything under it. It fitted to her form so nicely I couldn't see any lines of undergarments.

'Do you want a glass of wine before we go?'

'Sure, I wanted to talk to you anyway.'

'What about?'

'Are you seeing someone else' I get the feeling you aren't being honest with me.'

'What's the deal' Are we suppose to be dating each othe exclusively?'

'Just answer me.'

'Listen Joan, I don't like the way you are talking to me.'

Her voice became shrill. 'For goodness sake, I let you fuck me. I don't just let anyone do that. I can't let you do that if you are seeing someone else. I know we probably did it too soon but', but', I think I am falling in love with you.'

'Oh give me a break! You make it sound like you did me a favor. I could be wrong but I think you were enjoying yourself. It didn't seem like such a big sacrifice at the time,' I said sarcastically.

'It wasn't, you were wonderful. No man has ever made love to me like that. I never met a man who could fuck me that way. Usually men just get what they need and then leave, leave me unsatisfied.' Then she stepped closer to me, and in a soft sweet voice she said, 'but you are different from any man I have ever met.'

'I appreciate your attempt at flattery, but lets face it Joanie baby, you just like to fuck. You need fucking often and well. You just haven't been picking the right guys. How can you say you love me' You don't even know me that well. You just know you like the way I fuck you. Hell, we have only been dating about a month.

'I know enough.'

'No you don't.'

'Then tell me what I need to know.'

'I doubt you want to hear it.'

'Tell me.'

'Put that in the form of a question.'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean ASK ME. I don't like the way to talk to me. I am not some job applicant with his hat in his hand. The way I see it you need me more than I need you.'

'Okay then, please tell me what I need to know.'

'Here is the way I figure it. You have always been something of a slut. I figure you fucked around in both of your marriages. When did you lose your virginity?'

'I don't want to talk about it.'

'You were young weren't you' How old' Fifteen' Thirteen' Younger maybe?'

'Why are you talking to me this way?'

'I know how you are. You can give up that false indignation. Save it for the office. Remember how I bent you over the arm of the sofa' My cock slid right in. Your cunt was practically dripping. It was kinda cute the way you said 'no, now is not the time'. Lets face it you have had two failed marriages, daughters by two different men, and you haven't been able to snag a new husband for quite a while. Hell, you haven't be able to keep a man interested for more than six months. Those new tits you bought look pretty good but it takes more to keep me interested. And don't even start that falling in love crap.'

Her eyes began to tear. 'Why are you telling me this' Are you trying to hurt me?'

'Someone needs to be honest with you. You need to be honest with yourself. Maybe if you stopped taking all those pills and faced reality you could get on with your life and quit waisting it on some fairy tale. You are in human resources. With your past, what kind of wife would you make' Based on your experience do you think you should get the job as my wife' I don't think you would hire someone with your track record. Lets face it, pussy is about all you have to offer and to your credit it is pretty good for a woman your age.'

'I am leaving. No one is going to talk to me this way.'

'Yeah right.'

I took her by the arm and led her down the hall. She struggled but, at only a hundred and fifteen pounds. she wasn't any problem. I took her into my bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She tried to get up, but I grabbed her by the ankles and she fell back on the bed. I raised her legs up and spread them wide. Just as I suspected, no panties, no hose, no nothing but that fluffy blonde bush and two shiny pink lips peaking out from it.

'Oh my, check this out. No undies,' I said with a smile.

She tried to kick her legs free but I held them spread wide.

'Let me go. I don't want this. Dammit let me go.'

'Lets see,' I said and flipped her over on her stomach. I got on top of her, pushing my leg between hers and reached between them. Her pussy was slick and wet. I shoved a finger in her.

'Feels pretty damn wet to me. I figured you liked it rough.'

I began to finger her clit. She struggled but I had her pinned. I could feel her clit stiffen. Her hips began to buck. She couldn't help it. I knew she couldn't. She seeemed to calm down and enjoy what I was doing to her.

'Are you going to be my good little girl and behave?'

'Huh huh.'

I raised up, let her go and she turned over and slapped me.

'You bitch,' I slapped her back. I was still on top of her. I pulled her dress down and exposed her tits. Then I grabbed a nipple and twisted. 'Now, I am going to get up and get out of my clothes. You slip out of that dress and get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are. Do you understand?'

She stuck her lip out, pouted and didn't say a thing. She just layed there while I got up and took off my pants and shirt. I figured she was going to see how far I would go.

'I said get out of you clothes and get on you hands and knees. I don't like to repeat myself.'

She raised up and pulled her dress over her head, still pouting. Then she got on her hands and knees, her ass turned toward me, her pussy peaking out as she arched her back. She acted like it pissed her off but she did as she was told.

' There, is that how you like?' she smarted off.

'Yeah, it is about time you came clean and started acting like slut you are.'

I got behind her and took her by the hips and slid my cock in her. She grunted as her pussy relaxed and yielded to the penetration. I took hold of her hair and pulled her head back, slamming my dick hard against her. I could feel my balls slap against her clit. I didn't feel like waiting and I quickly shot a load in her. This was the way I liked my sex and it was about time she learned that. After all, she said she loved me. I intended to give her every chance to prove it.

Getting to Joan Ch. 02



After I came I pulled out and fell on my back beside Joan.

'Why did you stop?' she whined.

'I am done. I got what I wanted.'

'Why did you talk to me like that?'

' I already told you, I don't like to repeat myself.'

'Don't I mean anything to you?'

'Listen to me. Do you know how many single thirty and forty something women like you are out there' You have a lot of competition my dear. I should probably find myself some young, dumb, babe to spend my time with. You aren't bad for a woman your age. I told you that you had some good pussy, but frankly everywoman has one and if she'll listen to me I can teach her to be a good fuck.'

She began to reach for my cock. It was soft now, but she was still hot. It was her way of changing the subject. She wasn't used to being talked to like that. If offended her sensibilties. They didn't talk to her that way at work. I love to talk to a woman like that, especially when she still needs to be fucked. Joanie was like that, I knew it all along. When that little pussy of hers started twitching, I knew I could do as I pleased. Sex was like a drug to her. She had to have it just like she had to have her pills. She couldn't live without it and when she needed it she would do anything to get it. I intended to see to it she would have to do anything, anything I wanted. 

You see, that is what scares some men when they meet a woman like Joan. They are afraid that they can't handle her and she'll fuck around on them. And she would too if you didn't know how to treat her, just like she had done in her past. You see honesty is the best policy. You can't let women fool you. They never say what is really on their minds. Every word has an alterior motive. You have got to show a woman what she is and treat her like it. She may not admit it, she may balk at first, women have all these romantic illusions about how things are suppose to be, but you've got to get rid of all those ideas. Women were made for man. Everthing about them is designed to please a man. The way they look, the way they are made, it is all there to please a man and if a man will be a man at treat her like woman she'll respect him. Hell, she'll do anything for him.

My cock was getting hard now. Joanie had her head on my chest stroking my cock, watching it get hard.

'You know I never really liked the way a man's cock looked. I never really paid attention to it, but I love to look at yours.'

'There you go trying to flatter me again. You have seen plenty of cocks.'

'Why won't you let me be nice to you?'

'Joanie, the problem is you want to be nice to me on your terms. That is not the way it works. If you want to please me you have to obey me, submit to what I want, forget that stuff you and your girlfriends talk about. You just want me to fuck you, make you cum, make you feel good, and you think that flattery keeps the deal even. It doesn't work that way. If you really want me you have to show me.'

'What do you mean' I do show you.'

I had had enough of her talk.

'Do you want to please me?'

'Huh huh'

'Then go in the bathroom, you'll find my razor, put a new blade in it and shave that cunt of yours.'

'What?'

'You heard me, shave it, shave it bald, bald as a little girls'.'

She acted put-out, but she got up and went in the bathroom. Joanie was going to be all right. She still didn't like to admit it, but this was turning her on. She turned on the shower and spent quite a while, but soon she came out.

'There, do you like that?' She stepped back into the bedroom and stood by the bed. 'I feel so stupid. I can't believe you made me do that.'

'I didn't make you, you did it to please me', didn't you?'

Her pussy was bald now, pink and smooth, the way I like it. I liked to make her feel exposed and naked. I wanted her to know that she couldn't hide anything from me. She needed to feel naked and exposed, emotionally and physically. I had to do that, to make her understand how to please me, and quit playing those games she had played with all the other men in her life.

'Yes, I do want to please you. Do you like it' I think it looks funny.'

'You'll learn to like it. You'll like the way it feels when the cool air blows between your legs. Oh, and another thing, no panties or panty hose from now on. You'll wear dresses. If I want you to wear anything else, I'll tell you. Now come over here and get on your knees and show me how much you like my cock. Make it hard and wet, and then I'll give you the fucking you need.'

Joanie knelt by the bed. I opened my legs an watched her take it in her mouth.

'No hands. Lets see what you can do with just your mouth and tongue.'

She began to lick it like a stick of candy, then she sucked the head of it in her mouth, twirling her tongue around it. Damn it felt good. I really wanted to fuck her but better judgement told me I still needed to work on her some more. Joanie was raised a Catholic and now it was time for confession.

'Get up Joanie.' I moved back and leaned against the headboard. My cock was still hard and sticking up in my lap. 'Now Joanie, I want you to lay across my lap, face down, with my dick between you legs.'

'What kind of position is this' Do you want to spank me or something?'

'Shut up and do it.'

Joanie obeyed, laying herself across my lap, positioning my cock between the lips of her pussy. She was quite wet. It felt hot and warm.

'Ooooo, this feels good. What are you going to do to me' Spank me?' she said in a silly voice.

'Would you like me too?' My voice was serious. 'Have you ever been spanked Joanie' Do you ever think about it' I began to rub the cheeks of her ass softly with my right hand. She sqirmed slightly beginning to rub her clit against my cock. 'I turns you on doesn't it' You'd like to be spanked like a little girl, a naughty little girl. You know you need it. You have been such a bad girl.' I began to rub the insides of her thighs. She arched her back and opened her legs. 'Oh my look at you, you're such a slut, rubbing that nasty pussy on my dick. I can see how hot and wet you are. My, my such a slut.'

'Oh god that feels good," she panted, "you make me so damn hot.'

She began to rub my dick harder against her pussy. I could feel her juices running down between my legs.

'Be still slut! Be still.' Then I raised my hand and came down on her ass.

'Oh that hurts.'

'But you like it don't you?' and I hit her ass again. She said nothing this time. 

Swak, swak, swak. I spanked her harder. She began to tremble and then shake, her hips began to hump my cock hard. She was cumming.

'Ohhhhh god, god, ohhhhhh.

'Now tell me what you are?'

Her voice was shakey, 'what?'

'Tell me what you are.'

'I am yours, your slut, what ever you want me to be. Why do you make me feel this way' Why do you treat me like this?'

'Because it is what you need. You just never admitted to yourself. You are just like most women. You haven't been honest with yourself. You have always wanted things on your terms. The way you thought things are suppose to be. Well darling, now you are going to learn another way.

I pushed her off of me and on her back. I rolled on top of her and pinned her hands above her head. Her legs opened automatically. I let my dick slide inside of her and began to fuck her deep and slow. Very soon she began to hump frantically against me. She locked her ankles around my legs and fucked me back. I held her wrist hard over her head as she struggled to pull them free. She had the look of deparation in her eyes. Desparate to get fucked, to get what she needed. He hips bucked violently against me. My cock was splitting her pussy apart, banging hard into her clit.

Her voice was trembling. 'Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, I am cumming again.'

I watched as she lost control and her orgasm over came her. Then I came inside her. I came so hard it almost hurt. I could feel the heat of my cum as it shot inside her.



Getting to Joan Ch. 03



Joanie was coming along fine. I moved in with her so I could keep her straight. She didn’t need to take her sleeping pills anymore and she didn’t seem to suffer from depression either. It is amazing what a little discipline and some satisfying sex can do to help someone. She still had her executive position at work. But when I came around she was my slave, my little sex slave. I liked to go see her on her lunch hour, go in her office and lock the door, bend her over the desk and fuck that smooth pussy of hers. It is nice to knock off a quick piece in the middle of the day. It was extra nice knowing that I didn’t have to fuss with panties, and all that stuff, All I had to do was just tell her to lift her skirt, bend over and spread her legs. I got off on seeing the transformation from Human Resources executive to slut. I think it did her good too. She was becoming more honest with me, letting me in on her little secrets.

She told me how her step father had molested her as a teenager, how she told her mother about it and her mom just yelled at her and called a slut. She said her mom told her she divorced her biological father when she was an infant because he was a drunk, but she found out later it was because she left him for her step father. It seemed Joanie got her ways honestly, all things considered, it was the only way she could have turned out. She had been date raped by an older boy when she was just a freshman in high school. She said the experience was horrible, but she still got wet thinking about being raped. It bothered her that it turned her on that way.

I would tell her not to worry about it. Then I would ask her if it turned her on to tell me all of that stuff. She said it did. Then I would tie her up, fuck her like a slut, and generally make her relive her nasty fantasies. It was cathartic for her and I was getting some of the best sex I had ever had. I showed her the pleasures of being dominated by a man, being made to submit, to be humbled, to have all of your dark secrets exposed, and in the end caring enough to stay and not leave. It was a brand new world for her. No other man knew so much about her and yet still accepted her. She seemed happier, less insecure. I taught her it was okay to deal with those forbidden thoughts that most are afraid to confront. 

Of course I had my own selfish reasons too. I was fucking Joanie at least once a day, sometimes three times or more. I used her for whatever gratification I needed. At home she was the perfect woman. She cooked the meals, kept the house clean, made herself available for whatever sexual appetite I might have. She had become quite a slut for pain. I had installed eyebolts in the bedroom from which I hung her by her arms and used my belt on her. She would kick and scream as the belt left its marks on her body. I spared not an inch of her. Her breasts, pussy, buttocks, stomach, the insides of her thighs had all tasted the sting of my belt. I liked the way she would look at my belt when I would enter her office at work. Her face would become flushed with embarrassment knowing she was hiding from her co-workers the marks it had left on her. 

I had opened up Joan to a whole new world, a world where is was okay to be who you were, where pleasure and release could be found in discipline and pain. We were happy until I came in from work to find Joanie upset. She was still in her professional attire, a gray skirt, white blouse, jacket and black pumps.

"What’s wrong?"

"It’s Julie."

Julie was her oldest daughter. She lived with some guy who worked at a night club. I had only met her once in passing. She and Joan didn’t get along real well.

"She wants to move in. She says she can’t make it on her own. Her retail job doesn’t pay enough." 

"She is your daughter, you can’t turn her away."

"But I like things the way they are. I don’t want her here. She resents you and I am afraid it will cause problems. She is old enough to be on her own. Besides we can’t do the things we do with her around here every night."

"Why not?"

"You’ve got to be kidding. What would she think if she knew what we did. What if she knew about what kind of relationship we had."

"Are you ashamed Joanie? Do you feel guilty? I happen to think you are pretty nice. It took a lot of effort on my part to get you this way and I must say it has paid off. It might do her good to see her mom set a good example of how to keep a man."

"That is just it. She doesn’t want a man. I think she is a lesbian, or at least bi-sexual. She hangs out with this really dykey looking girl who is always telling her what to do. Julie is really fucked up. You see, Julie’s step father did to her what mine did to me. I turned into a slut, I think Julie is going to turn into a lesbian. That is why I divorced my second husband. I caught him and I didn’t want to be like my mom. I couldn’t turn on her. It wasn’t her fault, but she stills blames me. Even after I divorced my second husband she would see me dating different men, and hate me for divorcing her real dad."

"Let me guess, you were fucking around with the future husband number two. That is why you divorced Julie’s father?"

Joanie hung her head and didn’t say anything.

"I swear Joanie, you really know how to fuck up. Now the chickens have come home to roost."

Joanie began to cry, "please don’t hate me. I was alone trying to raise two girls. I was weak and didn’t know what to do. You know me, you know how I am. If I had only known you then. I have been so stupid. I need you. I need you to control me. I understand that now. I just wish my past would go away. I wouldn’t blame you for hating me. Every other man I ever knew did sooner or later."

"Do you want me to hate you?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"It seems your pattern has been to sabotage every relationship you’ve ever had. You picked guys out of desperation. And then tried to blame them for your own shortcomings."

"I hate it when you talk to me that way. It makes me think you don’t care for me."

"You hate it because I am holding a mirror to your face and you don’t look so good in it."

"Then why the hell do you stay with me?" she snapped back angrily.

I laughed and said, "Because you have pretty good pussy for a chick your age."

Her angry face turned into a pout. Like I told you the chick liked to fuck and she took pride in that part of the relationship. I was the first man who had ever fucked her down, fucked her so hard and made so sore from fucking that she could barely walk. I made sure she came multiple times just from fucking her. She had no idea I was the kind of man I was. I had become her drug, only this drug could dominate her in ways she had never considered before. Her pout only served to hide what we both knew.

I turned her around facing me pushed her jacket from her shoulders. Then I began to unbutton her blouse. Delicately, each button, as though it was opening of its own accord, without her permission. I pulled her blouse from her skirt and then pushed it off of her shoulders as well, letting it fall to the floor. Next, I unhooked her bra and let her breasts fall free. Her nipples were stiff and her skin flushed with the heat of her arousal. As of yet I had not touched her skin. I wanted her to crave that, to tease her, expose her, make her want to be touched.

"Listen, I know what you need," I said tenderly. I took her hand and lead her into the bedroom. She was meek now. Without a word, I took the black drapery chord from the night stand and bound her wrist together and looped the free end through the eye bolt in the ceiling at the foot of the bed, stretching her arms above her head so tight she had to stand on her tip toes. She looked beautiful like that. Then I began to unzip the side of her skirt and let it fall in a heap around her ankles. She was naked now except for her thigh high hose and heels. She looked good like that. Her blonde pubic hair was gone now. Her pussy bare, in submission to my wishes. She said she like it that way now, the way it felt , the way it reminded her of me. She had learned to love it when I did this to her. She loved the tender ritual, knowing it would lead to torment and pain. The pain would cleanse her. relieve her of the burden of guilt she carried and make it alright to be the wanton slut that she was. And,… she knew it would please me and increase my desire for her.

I spun her around so that she could see me as I pulled my belt slowly from my slacks and let it dangle wickedly from my hand to the floor. She turned away offering her backside to me. I could see her face in the mirror, the look of fear as I swung the belt back and then struck her hard across her ass. She gasped, as it hit her. I struck her again on the ass, harder this time. I adjusted my stance and let the belt strike her higher, watching it wrap around her, and lick her breast. I continued to do so until her back had tits were decorated with swollen stripes. Then I hit her lower on the back of her thighs, sometimes stepping back letting the free end go between them. Letting it get close to her cunt. That is what excited her the most, being exposed like this had having her cunt whipped. She began to whimper, trying to hold back tears. I only struck her harder, hard enough to make her scream, to make her sob. It was what she needed. She had been out of control most of her life, unable to control herself. She didn’t think she could. She needed me to do it for her. I can’t explain it, but I knew it from the beginning. I knew it was what she needed. Women like her had always seemed to be drawn to me. Or maybe, and it was an interesting possiblity, all women were like her, some more secretly than others.

She was broken now, her head hanging down, sobbing. Any more punishment would have done no good. I let her down. Still sniffing she fell to her knees in front of me and took hold of the zipper of my slacks and pulled it down. She reached in and took my cock out, looked at it for a moment and then began to stroke it, and then finally took the head of it in her mouth drooling over it until it was it’s full length and slick with her saliva. I liked her like this, she liked being like this. I knew she would be wet when I took her to bed.

"Go to the bed and bend over."

She got up and wordlessly stepped over to the bed and bent over, arching her back the way I had trained her. Just as I said, her pussy and the insides of her thighs were glistening with her juices. I took hold of her hips and effortless slid the length of my cock inside her. Slowly I stroked her, slowly her excitement built, her breathing became faster. She was trying to move her hips, trying to fuck me back. 

"Oh god! That feels good. I love to feel you balls slap against my clit," she panted.

I pulled my dick out. She tensed up, she knew what was next as I pushed the tip against her anus. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide as the head of my cock disappeared into her. She grunted from the pain.

"I don’t know why I love it. It hurts so much, but I love it when you do this to me. I love the way you control me."

I pinned her down with the weight of my body fucking her ass. I reached around and found her clit and began to finger her. "You know you have no choice don’t you? You know I will do what ever I want to you don’t you?"

"Huh huh."

"That’s right you nasty little bitch. You like it because it hurts, because you like it nasty and rough. Because you are such a naughty little girl. Does my little whore like it when I play with her pussy?"

"Yes sir." Her voice began trembling and she moaned as she came from my fingering her clit.

I didn’t stop. I had her pinned down. I kept fucking her ass and continued to play with her clit with no mercy. In only a few seconds she was cumming again. I could feel the wetness as it poured from her pussy into my hand. She had never known what is was like to ejaculate, but now she did. The sensation would exhaust her. She was weak now. She had used all her energy and relaxed as I continued to pump her ass and finally allow my seed to pour into her. 



Getting to Joan Ch. 04



"So you are the guy whose fucking my mom."

She surprised me. It was Julie. She was Joan's daughter. She had moved back in after a breakup with some guy she had been living with. I knew she was coming but wasn't aware she was already moved in. I was standing in the refrigerator door looking for something cold to drink. She couldn't tell from where she stood, but I was buck naked. She was wearing just an oversized t-shirt herself standing at the base of the stairs by the entrance to the kitchen.

"As a matter of fact I just finished fucking her," I quipped. "Want something to drink?"

I picked up a couple of beers and shut the door. She was taken aback to see me naked. I saw her eyes dart to my cock hanging between my legs

"You are old enough to drink aren't you?"

She smiled nervously, trying to keep her cool, not wanting to appear flustered and took the beer. She kept her eyes on mine, not wanting me to know she had looked at my cock. We sat at the table. She seemed more relaxed not having to see me full frontal.

"Yes, of course."

As a matter of fact she was twenty two. Joan had told me about her. She had her young, only seventeen. She had always been a problem child, angry, rebellious, promiscuous. She didn't look a thing like her mom. Long brown hair, tall, slim, full lips, dark eyes and if I wasn't mistaken heavy tits with large nipples pushed against that t-shirt. Joan had fake tits, short blonde hair, and was petite. I was beginning to see why Joan didn't want her to move in. It was a competitive thing. Never the less, both of them were top shelf bitches

"Damn, my mom is such a slut."

"Yes, she is, but she is my slut now."

"Don't be so sure. She fucked around on my Dad she'll fuck around on you too."

"I don't think so. You see, since she has been seeing me there has been a little change in her behavior. I am not like the pussies she is used to dating."

"You are a cocky ass aren't you, walking around naked and unashamed in our kitchen." Then her demeanor changed. 

What do you mean? Now that you mention it she does seem different, calmer, more content."

"Never mind, just trust me," I said taking a swallow of my beer.

"Well it has been nice meeting you," she quipped, "I better get back in bed. Besides, I am sure my slut of a mother is waiting for you," she said getting up leaving a half finished beer.

"She's been taken care of. And she couldn't complain if she tried. I have her gagged and tied to the bed."

Julie's eyes became large. She couldn't believe I would tell her such a thing. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her face was flush. I half expected some smart comeback or maybe she would just turn and run up the stairs back to her bedroom, but she just stood there. 

I knew I had her now.

"Come here. Come over here and stand in front of me."

Wordlessly she stepped around the table and stood in front of me, averting her eyes as though ashamed to acknowledge her obedience. Her long brown hair fell around her face.

I placed my right hand gently on inside of her right leg just above the knee. I could feel it tremble. Slowly I moved it up her thigh and under her shirt. Her breathing became quicker, her tits were heaving under her t-shirt. Her erect nipples were plainly visible. I could feel the skin getting warmer as I got closer to her pussy. When I touched her cunt lips she jumped. I noticed they were hairless too. I began to rub the crease between the lips and found them hot and wet. I looked at her face and she was gazing on my now erect cock. Feeling that young pussy made it rock hard and throbbing almost instantly. Knowing I was going to fuck Joan's daughter made it even better. I felt something, something metal. She had a ring in her pussy! I took it in my fingers and wiggled it, then tugged it. She began to moan and rotate her hips.

"Oh god please stop. We can't be doing this."

I love it when they protest. Did this bitch really think I was going to stop?

"Take that shirt off."

She did as she was told, lifting it over her head. I was right. Her tits were large, with large nipples. They were pierced with a barbell in each one. I always liked chicks with pierced nipples and clit rings. They are usually into pain, just begging a guy to use them. Damn, this was so easy. If she hadn't looked so good naked I would have been bored. Julies had great legs, long and slim. She had a cute ass too. It was the one thing they both had in common. Round and tight, the kind they like in Brazil, a country known for it's appreciation of fine asses.

I stood up, my cock poking her in the belly. She began to kneel like she was going down on me. I grabbed a big handful of that long brown hair and pulled her back up and bent her head back.

"Not so fast. Lets go tell your momma what kind of daughter she has raised. Trying to fuck her boyfriend; you should be ashamed."

She tried to slap me but I caught her hand and turned her around and twisted behind her back and pushed her down the hall to her mom's bedroom. I pushed her as she grunted protesting, inside the door. There was Joan just as I told Julie, tied to the bed, each leg spread out and tied to the bedposts her arms stretched over her head tied to the headboard. She had a bit in her mouth. My cum and her juices still shining slick between her legs in the moonlit room.

I pushed Julie up to the end of the bed so Joan could see her.

"Guess what? It seems the nut doesn't fall to far from the tree. I guess you knew this would happen sooner or later. It really was bound to."

Joan tried to say something, but the bit in her mouth prevented it.

"Look at her Joanie. Look at the piercings, look at the shaved pussy. This is a girl who knows a thing or too about how to please a man."

I let go of her hair and reached around to her pussy and fingered it, letting her feel my hard cock against her ass.

"Damn this little bitch you raised is so fucking hot. Did you know she tried to blow me in the kitchen a while ago. Her cunt is practically running with juice.

"I'm sorry momma, I'm sorry. I wish…."

"Shut up," I cut her off.

Then I bent over the foot of the bed, her face between her mother's legs. She could have struggled more. Maybe she decided it was futile, or maybe and probably the most likely, she wanted to get fucked, just like this right in front of her mom by her mom's boyfriend. It was her way of getting even for the way her mom had treated her real dad. She could always say I made her. It was a built in excuse. Whatever, when I guided the head of my cock to her cunt lips, there was no resistance. Her pussylips were puffy, swollen, and wet. I looked directly at Joan as she watched my hips push my cock into her daughter's snatch from behind. My balls were heavy in the humid hot night and they slapped against the girl's clit with each thrust. Joan had turned her head away, not wanting to see me fucking her daughter. Julie was definitely getting into being fucked like this. She was truly like her mom. She couldn't help it. She had no real choice. Like most women, she was a wanton underneath it all. She just needed a man like me to take the responsibility and give her what she secretly craved. These were my kind of women, helpless, given over to their own sluttish desires. 

Julie began to moan and Joan turned to watch us. I took her hair and pulled her head back again.

"Look at her momma. The little bitch is really into it. Aren't you Julie?"

She didn't say anything.

"Tell her Julie… I said tell her how much you like this, how much you want me," I repeated, slamming hard into her, making her tits shake. Then I stopped and began to pull out of her.

"No! Don't stop. Please keep fucking me," Julie let it slip out.

"See, I told you she liked it. Damn, you two don't look much alike but you are just alike. Just two sluts who have been looking for a man like me to bring it out of you. Don't put up any fake fronts to me. You two might as well admit it."

I could see Joan looking at me and listening intently.

"It is okay. This is just the way I want you to be. I can accept you just the way you are so don't let me hear you bitch and try to pretend you are such good girls. Just learn to enjoy the way I treat you. After all you know it is what you want."

I began to fuck Julie again. She was quiet now. Joan was struggling, only this time it wasn't from outrage, it was from arousal. I had told her it was okay and she knew it was okay to enjoy herself now. Her hips were rotating and thrusting as though she needed some attention paid to her pussy. She seemed to enjoy the sight of me fucking her daughter.

Julie had cum as least a couple to times from my ball slapping her clit and know it was my turn. My balls were almost dry since I had fucked Joan already, but it felt damn good and very intense as my hot semen shot into the girl's pussy. I was having a hell of a time.