28 comments/ 139815 views/ 89 favorites Straight MILFs: Boyfriend's Mom By: silkstockingslover Summary: A mom is disciplined by a teenage girl for not recycling. Note 1: This is an Earth Day 2014 Contest story. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86 for editing this story. "Excuse me?" I asked, not liking the tone of my son's girlfriend. "Don't you recycle your cans?" She asked, her tone implying she was disgusted by me. I had only met her twice before and had instantly disliked her. My son, Trevor, had been dating her for a couple of weeks, and just the way she had him so wrapped around her finger annoyed me. She also dressed slutty in tight blouses that didn't even attempt to hide her big breasts, short, tight skirts that advertised her ass, thigh high stockings that were obvious to see when she was sitting because of her short skirt, and four inch heels. She dripped sex and it was obvious she was using it to get my son to do her bidding. "I guess not," I answered, my tone terse and my glare daring her to push me. Yet, she did, as she said, "You should always recycle, Tiffany." "It's, Mrs. Woods," I corrected, shocked by her gall to dare speak to me so informally. Not correcting her disrespect, she dismissed my concern instead, and repeated, "Either way, you really should recycle." "I'll keep your two cents in mind," I quipped, trying to make it clear her opinion wasn't worth anything to me. She said, "Trevor, let's go." "Okay," Trevor nodded, like an obedient love sick puppy. Deciding to show the bitch who was in charge, I said, "Trevor, actually I need you to stay home tonight and help me with a couple things." "Like what?" He asked. "Just do as you're told, young man," I firmly ordered, my glare and tone always enough to get him to do what I wanted. She piped in, "We are going to a movie tonight." "Good for you," I replied sarcastically. "I am sure you can go to the movie with someone else." "I suppose I can," she shrugged, while she glanced over at Trevor, giving him a look. A strange look of fear hit him as he said, "Mom, I have plans with Quinn tonight." "Well, now you have plans with me," I corrected, not used to Trevor standing up to me. I instantly realized why I disliked Quinn so much...she was a younger version of me. Quinn rose as Trevor stood up to me, "Sorry, Mom, I'm going out with Quinn tonight. I can help you when I get home or on the weekend." "Fine," I said, seething, when of course it wasn't remotely fine. Quinn smiling smugly from ear to ear, "Have a good evening, Mrs. Woods." I didn't respond as I walked out, steam coming out of my ears. That night, when Damon, my husband, came home, I ranted, "That bitch disrespected me in my own home." Damon asked, "How?" I replayed the conversation and once finished saw Damon was smiling. "Why are you smiling?" I asked tersely. "Sorry, sorry," he repeated, "it's just that it sounds awfully familiar to your early confrontations with my mom." "That was different," I protested, his mother a complete bitch who hated me. "This girl is a manipulating bitch who is using her looks and body." "No, not like you at all," he laughed, which only pissed me off more. "I'll ignore that condescending remark," I snapped. "I don't want him seeing her anymore." "Honey, he's eighteen and old enough to make his own decisions," he pointed out. "He's thinking with his dick," I shot back, frustrated he was not supporting me on this. "Again, he's eighteen," he repeated, as if that explained everything. Fuck, men are stupid, one dimensional assholes. "You were eighteen when we met," I pointed out. "Exactly," he said. "What are you saying?" I asked exasperated. "Just the most truthful thing about male DNA. We fall for your looks first and then get to know the rest of you, good or bad," he explained. "So if I was ugly you wouldn't have fallen in love with me?" I asked. "Honestly?" He asked, realizing the conversation had become dangerous for him. "Yes, Damon," I said, using his first name instead of any sweet term of endearment, a one word message that this was serious. "Tiffany, I love you," he said, trying to avoid the conversation. "Because I'm pretty," I said, not letting him off the hook so easily. "Yes," he replied. "I asked you out because you were hot...is that really a surprise?" Realizing suddenly I had said yes for the exact same reason, my icy exterior shattered as I admitted, walking over to him, "I guess not. I said yes because you were the quarterback and looked fucking hot in your uniform." "I feel so dirty and cheap," he smiled, his humour almost always able to make me smile. "Do you want me to do something dirty?" I asked, dropping to my knees. He looked down at me, "I don't know, I'd hate for you to just use me for my cock." "Don't worry," I smiled, as I fished out his cock, "I use you for your money, too." He laughed heartily as I took his cock in my mouth. ..... The next day, Quinn was over again and once we were alone she said, "I see you still have the cans in the garbage can." "Yes, I do," I said, not even looking at her. "I'm trying to play nice," she said. "We aren't friends, Quinn," I said, turning around. "Oh, trust me. That was not my implication," she said, her tone oddly ominous in an inexplicable way. "Good that we have that clear," I said, turning away and back to the salad I was making, implying the conversation was over. Her tone firm, like mine would be when scolding Trevor, she said, "I expect you to have the cans in the recycling container next time I am here." I scoffed, as I turned around to give her my patented glare, "I expect you to leave and never come back." Walking to me with a confident swagger that both pissed me off and made me slightly uneasy, she said, now directly in front of me, "Don't make me do this." "Do what?" I asked, dying to sound confident even though her tone and look in her eyes rattled me slightly. "Don't make me turn you," she said. I had no idea what she meant and our showdown was interrupted as Trevor returned and asked, in his usual man-oblivious-to-an-awkward-situation manner, "What's for dinner?" I broke my stare at Quinn and said, "Your favourite, honey." "Yummy," he said. Quinn said, "I need to get going." She moved to me and whispered, "Don't test me, Tiffany." Before I could respond, she moved away, kissed Trevor on the lips and all sing-song said, "See you tomorrow sexy," even though she was oddly looking at me when she said it. After dinner, I tossed all three Coke cans in the garbage, a big smile on my face while doing it. Although I could recycle, I should recycle and I would have if it would have not become a power struggle (the first time I tossed a can in the garbage was just carelessness)...but her pretentious attitude made me defiant. I also googled the definition of 'turn' and laughed to myself at her implication. If I was reading her intention correctly she implied she could turn me...aka...make me a lesbian. I had never, even in high school when I was a cheerleader, or college in my sorority, done anything with a woman. While tossing and turning later that night, I couldn't get past the pretentious implications of Quinn. When I finally did fall asleep I had a crazy sex dream, or more a sexual nightmare: "You want my cock don't you, slut?" Quinn asked, naked except for a strap-on. "God, yes," I moaned, on all fours. "Beg, my slut," she ordered. "Please fuck me with that big cock," I begged. "But I thought you were too classy to be a lesbian submissive play thing?" She asked, rubbing the toy slowly up and down my wet, burning pussy lips. "I was wrong," I moaned, "I'm just a slut for you to fuck." "Because you're a good slut," she purred. "Yesssssss," I moaned, feeling the toy part my pussy lips. "And an obedient pet," she continued, the head of her cock teasingly right at my cunt hole. "Woof," I replied, shocked by my own response of eagerness to submit. She laughed, as she ordered, "Fuck yourself on my cock, Tiffany." I bounced back on her cock and screamed, "Yessssss." Suddenly, I was woken out of my wicked dream as Damon asked, "Honey, you okay?" Thankful to realize it was just a dream, even though my pussy was soaked, I rolled on top of him and smiled, "Just having a naughty dream." Damon smiled, "Want to make it a reality?" "Hmmmmm," I smiled, as he tugged down his underwear and I swallowed his cock with my fevered cunt. I rode him hungrily, filled with a desire to come, yet frustrated at what had made me horny. An intense orgasm later, I returned to sleep as Damon quipped, "I don't know what that dream was about...but you should have more of them." Thankfully, I didn't have another dream that night. ..... The next morning, I had just gotten dressed, deciding to wear thigh highs, something I only wore on rare outings for Damon, but wanting to feel sexy, and four inch heels, somehow subconsciously competing with Quinn. I had two hours before a PTA meeting to begin preparations for prom in a few weeks, when the doorbell rang. It rang two more times before I got there which already had me annoyed by the time I opened the door. My annoyance doubled when I was standing face to face with Quinn. "Well, that figures," I said She walked right past me and into he house. I snapped, "Don't you dare walk into my home uninvited." She ignored my words as she headed to the kitchen. I slammed the door and followed her in just in time to hear her say, "How disappointing." "Get out of my house," I demanded. "Why couldn't you just obey my order?" she said with a heavy sigh. "Because you are a pretentious teenager and I am an adult," I glared. "Now leave this instant." Ignoring my demand, which pissed me off even more, she said, sighing again, "Just remember, I didn't want to do this, I really like your son, but you have left me no other choice." "Do what?" I asked, disconcerted slightly by her confident demeanour. "You know what? It's Earth Day today, so being the kind hearted woman I am, I will give you one more chance to do the right thing," she said, her tone condescending as hell. "Take them out yourself," I defiantly replied, not backing down. "Just remember, you made me do this," Quinn repeated, her facial expression hinting regret before shifting to something entirely different. She walked right past me, out of the kitchen and out of the house. I stood there bewildered by the whole conversation, not used to having anyone treat me that way, particularly a teenager. I was fuming when I heard her return. She walked directly to me, a duffle bag in her hand, and said, "You don't like me much do you?" "Not at all," I corrected. "As you shouldn't," she smiled, which only pissed me off more. "Why is that?" I asked, although I had my own reasons. "Well, for one, you and I are a lot alike," she said. This annoyed me, even though it was true, "We're nothing alike." "Secondly, I am fucking your son," she said, matter-of-factly, before adding, "And I mean fucking...him." "Excuse me?" I gasped, somehow still shocked by her disrespect for me. "He makes a great bitch," she continued. Suddenly a light bulb went on as I stammered, for the first time feeling overwhelmed by the situation, just like I had last night in that sex dream, "W-w-what do you mean?" I was suddenly praying that he was fucking her, but was pretty confident it was her fucking him. "He has one tight ass and, man, for such a muscle head, he sure squeals like a bitch," she continued, clearly enjoying revealing this to me. "He would never," I retorted, although seeing how smitten he was with her, I wasn't confident in my response. "Oh, trust me, he has become a very good little ass slut," she continued, as she pulled out her phone and turned it around. "See." I stared at a photo of Trevor on all fours with a strap-on clearly in his ass, although I couldn't see more than the waist of the penetrator...although assumedly it was Quinn. "You bitch," I said through gritted teeth. "Actually Trevor is the bitch," she countered, as her hand moved under my dress and directly to my vagina. "What are you doing?" I gasped, pushing her hand away, last night's' dream again flashing into my head. "Wearing thigh highs instead of pantyhose," she nodded approvingly. "Like a good slut." "I'm not a slut," I protested, now regretting at my clothing choice, "now please leave." "Why are your panties wet?" She asked. I hadn't noticed, nor could I explain it, but my panties were very damp. "You want to be on your knees like your son, don't you?" She asked, moving her hand back to my crotch. "What?" I gasped, completely shocked by this girl's aggressive, pretentious behaviour, even though I couldn't deny the sudden horniness inside me. "Your cunt tells me you're a submissive slut like your son," she said, her fingers tapping on my clit through my panties. I let out an uncontrollable moan as her fingers brought pleasure I couldn't ignore, before I pushed her hand away again. "Knees, Tiffany," she ordered. "Leave," I said, my face flushed. "Knees, now," she repeated, her tone stern...like mine usually is. "Leave," I repeated, completely rattled and desperate to get her out of my house. "Knees, slut, or you will be punished," she threatened. I scoffed, "I am not a dog." "Actually, that is exactly what you are, Tiffany. You are my pet, my PTA pet, my MILF pet," she listed, the terms insulting, but somehow, paradoxically, making my pussy wetter. "Please, Quinn, just leave," I said weakly, feeling my will power to stand up to her fading as my cunt burned. "That's one," Quinn said. "I'm not a child..." I began but was interrupted. "That's two," she counted, adding, "if I get to three you will be punished." "Are you threatening me?" I asked, tersely. "Three," Quinn said, "You must really like being punished." "Please, Quinn," I pleaded, feeling completely overwhelmed by her strong demeanour. "Four," she sighed. "You are only making matters worse for yourself." Somehow sensing she wasn't bluffing, without another word, I felt my body lowering itself to the floor. "Good girl," she purred, her dominant tone shifting to condescending, as if I was a dog, "although you still need to be punished for taking so long to obey." I looked up at her with daggers and yet didn't say anything. "We'll save your punishments for later," she said, before asking me, "Have you ever eaten pussy before?" I thought she was maybe going to fuck me, like she had Trevor, which frustratingly made my cunt wet, but it had never occurred to me that she may want me to do something as disgusting as eat her out. "God, no," I replied, disgusted. "Great, I love watching a straight bitch become a pussy lover," she smugly replied. "I will not," I began, but she interrupted me again. She ordered, "On all fours." "What?" I gasped, shocked again by the command. "On all fours, like a good puppy," she repeated. "Please, just leave," I protested. "Now!" She roared. I quickly obeyed, overwhelmed by her powerful personality, even as the humiliation burned to my core. "Good girl," she again instantly purred, as she slipped out of her heels. "Lick my feet," she ordered. I looked up and stammered, "P-p-please let me pay you." She laughed, "Trust me, I don't need your money. Plus, what would you be paying me for?" "To not show those pictures of my son," I pointed out. "I wouldn't do that to Trevor," she said. "He is a sweetheart." "Then why am I..." I began, realizing I didn't have to follow the orders of this bitch since she apparently wasn't blackmailing me like I just assumed she was. "Because like your son, you are submissive deep down," she interrupted. "You can't explain it, but your cunt is soaked, your body hungry for submission...your mind just hasn't caught up to the obvious revelation yet." "That's absurd," I countered, beginning to get up. "Sit!" She roared, again scaring me as I instantly dropped back onto all fours. I quickly obeyed again, her tone frightening me. She said, her tone smug, "Tell you what, if your panties aren't soaked I will leave now, if they are soaked, which we both know they are, you will be my pet without any more silly acts of disobedience." I bit my lip, knowing that my panties were drenched, although I couldn't understand why. I wasn't a lesbian...I didn't enjoy being treated like this...and I thought she was a bitch. Yet, there was no denying my cunt was on fire. She continued, "Right now you are thinking to yourself...why am I so horny? I hate this bitch. But unfortunately, the psychology of the submissive is one where once the invisible barrier that has helped you resist or not even be aware of your sexual needs is broken...you're completely at the whim of your need of sexual submission." "That's ludicrous," I retorted, even though it felt she was reading my mind. She moved behind me, lifted up my dress and said, "Yet, you're on all fours, in your kitchen, allowing your son's girlfriend to feel up your cunt." Before I could respond in protest, to try and defend my submission for fear of blackmail (which was becoming a growingly weak protest), her finger slid under my panties and directly between my pussy lips. So instead of a strong worded firm protest, I moaned. She chuckled, "Shit, Tiffany, you're fucking revved up and ready to go." I tried not to moan again, as her fingers teased my pussy, and I responded, "It's not because of yoooou." "It's not because of meeeeeee," she mocked, slipping a finger inside my pussy. "Please stooooop," I pleaded with a moan, which betrayed me yet again. "Okay," she agreed, pulling her finger out of my pussy and returning to her position in front of me. I felt a shocking disappointment when her finger slipped out of me. "I imagine you're wishing to reword your last sentence now," she smirked. "Please, just go," I said for the umpteenth time, knowing I was too weak to stand up to her anymore. "You sure you want me to leave?" She asked, as her skirt dropped to the floor. I looked up and was staring at her shaved pussy. I had never really looked at a pussy sexually before, but looking at hers I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like. Her pussy was like a magnet drawing me in as I couldn't look away, even though I knew I had to. As if again reading my mind, she said, "I know what you're thinking Tiffany. You're not a lesbian...yet you want to lick it, don't you?" "Yes," I admitted, before I realized I had answered in the affirmative. "Ready to lick me?" She asked, her fingers parting her pussy lips for me. "I shouldn't," I weakly protested, even as I felt my mouth water with anticipation. A taboo I had considered disgusting was suddenly the only thing on my mind. "But, you want to," she clarified. "Yes, dammit," I admitted frustrated that ,she continued to be right. "And you want to be a good pet," she continued, sliding a finger into her cunt. Straight MILFs: Boyfriend's Mom "Yes, no," I responded confused, her pussy distracting me from any sort of rational thought. "Which is it?" Quinn asked, bending down and moving her finger that was just inside her to my lips. I didn't hesitate as I opened my mouth as if I was conditioned to obey. Her finger moved inside and I sucked on it like it was a small cock...the taste so appealing that I instantly wanted more. "Good girl," she again purred, before pulling her finger out of my mouth and standing back up. I couldn't explain it, but a wave of disappointment hit me as I looked back up at her. "Be a good pet and I will let you have all the pussy juice you want," she smiled down at me. I just nodded as I awaited her next words. She went to her duffle bag, pulled something out, moved behind me and put it in my pussy. I moaned, as something inside me began buzzing, "What is that?" "A vibrating egg," she answered. "Oooooh," I moaned, the buzzing bringing constant pulses of pleasure. She returned to her place in front of me and ordered, "Lick my nylon-clad feet." Humiliated by the order, yet now completely at the whim of this teenager, I leaned down and began kissing and licking the top of her toes. "Good girl," she again purred, her soft approving tone somehow reassuring even though I knew deep down it was condescending. For a couple of minutes I moved back and forth kissing and licking the top of her feet. When she lifted up her left foot, I wordlessly continued the thorough attention on the sole of her foot...the mixture of silk nylon and salty sweat somehow appealing. I replicated the attention on her right sole when wordlessly ordered by the movement of her foot. Quinn sighed, "Shoot, I need to be at school for second period in thirty minutes. We had better accelerate your training." The word 'training' made me wince as she continued, "Time for you to eat cunt for the first time." She walked over to a kitchen chair, turned it sideways, sat down and ordered, "Crawl to me, my pet." Humiliation and lust pin-balled inside me as I obeyed another order. Each forward step made my face burn with shame and my cunt burn with need. Reaching her, I moved between her legs and without instruction buried my face in her pussy. "Mmmmmmm, what an eager pet slut," she moaned, as I began licking. Being called a slut before today would have had me in a rage, yet as I licked her intoxicating sweetness I accepted at this moment that I was exactly what she said I was. At first, I was tentative, as I licked and explored her pussy. Yet, as she began to get wet and moan softly, because of me, I began to get more aggressive: parting her pussy lips with wide paint-like tongue strokes, I sucked her swollen clit between my lips and tried to penetrate her cunt with my tongue. She asked, "Is my new pet enjoying her treat?" I replied, "Yes," between licks. "You understand I plan to make you a well-trained, obedient pet," she continued. I couldn't fathom what that would entail, but at the moment I would agree to anything, the buzzing in my cunt driving me wild. "Yes," I agreed. "You will always obey?" She asked, pulling my head up for me to learn I was being recorded by her phone. My eyes went big as I stammered, "P-p-please no." "Oh you silly pet, I already have you eagerly licking away," she said, speaking to me like I was a child. "If you want to eat my cunt and taste my cum, answer my questions, Tiffany Woods." Hearing my name only increased the utter shame I was feeling, yet my desire to come and my hunger to finish what I started took over and I agreed, looking directly into the phone, "I agree to obey every order." "And why are you being trained?" she asked. "Because I didn't recycle my soda cans," I admitted, bewildered that such a trivial thing had led to this. "And now you're my pet?" she questioned. "Yes," I admitted. "My cunt licker?" she continued. "Yes," I admitted, the name calling and buzzing driving me wild. "My MILF slut?" she added. Each question for some inexplicable reason enhanced my desire to agree. "Yes, I'm your pet, your cunt-licker, your MILF slut, your boyfriend's mom slave, now please let me lick you." "So eager," she smiled, grabbing my head and pulling me back into her sweet perfection. I hungrily licked, wanting to get her off...wanting to taste her cum. A couple of minutes of licking and I could hear her moans get louder and when she grabbed the back of my head and held it forcing my face deep into her cunt I just licked and licked until I was given a pussy juice facial. When her cum hit my tongue, I continued to eagerly lick, the taste even more exquisite than the teasing samples I had before. She pushed my head away eventually and said, "Say cheese," as she took a photo of my pussy juice covered face. "Want to come?" She asked, as I looked up from my position on the floor. "God, yes," I admitted, the buzzing inside driving me crazy. She stood up, went to my fridge and returned a moment later with a cucumber. She tossed it to me and said, "Fuck away." I was so far gone, humility no longer a concern, I grabbed the cucumber, fell onto my back, spread my legs and began fucking myself with it. Each time the cucumber filled me, it banged into the vibrating egg, causing a sharp pleasure to course through me. Quinn asked, "What are you?" "A sluuuut," I admitted, my orgasm building. "A fuck toy for my pleasure," she continued. "Oh, oh, oh yes," I moaned. "I plan to fuck your cunt with my strap-on," she continued, "the same one I use to pound your son's ass." "Oooooh, Godddddd," I whimpered, her words enhancing my submissiveness. "And that ass, ever had that tight ass of yours fucked?" She asked. "Noooooo," I admitted, not being one who did the taboos. "Well, we will change that soon," she promised. "A pet understands that all three holes are at her Mistress's disposal." The term 'Mistress' sent a chill through my body and was the final straw that broke the camel's back as my orgasm erupted through me. As I lay trembling on the floor, I heard Quinn curse, "Fuck, I'm going to be late. You will be punished for making me late, slut." I opened my eyes, my legs twitching, to see her grab her skirt, quickly pull it on, grab the duffle bag and scurry out the door. I remained on the floor, allowing my body to enjoy the remainder of my orgasm. Once it dissipated, I shook my head. What had come over me? Why did I let her dominate me? How was I going to put an end do this? What would she possible do with the video and pictures she took? I pulled the cucumber and still vibrating egg out of me and wearily stood up...my legs feeling like jelly. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My face looked like I had been in a rain storm...my mascara running all over the place. I decided to take a shower, wash off my sin and cool down before I headed to school, praying I wouldn't run into Quinn, as I went to lead the PTA meeting. I went to get in my car and gasped. On the driver seat was a plastic looking cock, lube and a note. I sighed as I cursed my inability to stand up to her. I moved the items to the passenger seat and sat down. Reluctantly, with trepidation, I read the note: Pet Slut Punishment 1: You will lube up the small butt plug, insert it in that virgin asshole of yours and wear it throughout your PTA meeting. If you disobey this order, I will punish you with a much more public humiliation...or even worse...I won't let you eat my cunt again. Your Mistress I couldn't believe what she expected me to do. Frustrated, I grabbed the items and went back into the house. I went to the bedroom and pondered my options: 1. Obey the humiliating task...to sodomize myself. 2. I could purposely disobey...and risk the wrath she implied she would inflict upon me...unfortunately I was confident she wasn't bluffing... 3. I could skip the meeting...that seemed the best option...but I was in charge and couldn't fathom someone else doing what I did. Cursing, I pulled down my skirt and panties, lubricated both my asshole and the toy very liberally, took a deep breath and slowly slid it in. I expected a major burn or pain, but surprisingly it wasn't much more than a slight discomfort. Thankfully the plug was short and thin, as I imagined a real cock or bigger toy would be a lot more uncomfortable and likely more painful. I pulled up my panties and skirt and practised walking around with the butt plug in me. Although slightly awkward, after a couple minutes it wasn't really noticeable at all and I returned to my car. I got to school a good thirty minutes early, so I could meet with Principal Patterson and discuss the agenda. Mrs. Winston greeted me, her smile different than her usual smile, "You may go inside Mrs. Woods." "Thank you, Mrs. Winston," I smiled, liking that I was so well known here. I walked into Principal Patterson's office and asked, in my usual happy manner, "How are you today Colleen?" "Good, and you Tiffany?" She asked back, looking up from her desk, before adding, "Anything new?" My face instantly went red with the thoughts of what were new, although I answered, "Same old, same old." "Really, nothing new at all?" she asked standing up, her tone different than I had ever heard. She was a good principal, but also one I easily could control...always getting what I wanted. "Nope," I shrugged. She walked towards me, something else she never did, and said, "You sure?" "What are you implying?" I asked annoyed. Reaching me, she stated, "According to Quinn, you have a butt plug in your ass and I am supposed to check if you obeyed her order." "What?" I gasped, shocked by her words. "Turn around, Tiffany," she ordered, her voice stern like I imagine it is with her students. "H-h-how do you know?" I stammered. "Quinn has been my Mistress for a while, she is an irresistible young woman," she revealed. "You serve a student?" I asked, my face showing my disgust. "You ate out your son's girlfriend and fucked yourself with a cucumber I hear," she retorted, her usual pleasant demeanour shifting to smug. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "She told you?" "The pictures and video are quite vivid," she continued. "I am going to kill her," I snapped, shifting from shock to anger. "What are you going to do?" She asked, adding, "In the video you look rather compliant...and obedient." "Fuck!" I cursed. "Fuck indeed," she smiled, as she put her hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me onto my knees. I questioned, shocked yet again, "What are you doing?" "Mistress Quinn said you needed more practice at eating cunt," she said matter-of-factly," as she lifted up her skirt to reveal her hairy pussy. I asked, oddly not standing back up, "You can't be serious?" "Are you going to disobey Mistress's order and get another punishment added?" She asked. "But we're adults," I pointed out. "Yes or no?" She sighed. My mouth was watering, I was curious if all pussy tasted the same, and frightened of adding more punishments, I sighed dramatically back, "Fine!" "Don't act like you're doing me a favour. I have Mrs. Winston out there who is a great cunt licker. I am doing you a favour," she said, revealing more duplicity in the lesbian world I was being drawn into and showing a new confident side of her, one I assumed she had when dealing with students. I reluctantly leaned forward the position way more awkward with her standing than when I had eaten Quinn. Her scent was substantially stronger, the pubic hair seemingly holding in her scent. It was a strong scent...neither appealing nor disgusting. Finding a pathway through her excessive pubic hair, I began licking her wetness. The hair made the task less pleasant to fulfill, yet the act itself inexplicably had my pussy getting damp again...the taste of pussy surprisingly addicting. She said, "I hope you obeyed Mistress's punishment task." I replied, between licks, remembering I had a plug in my ass, having become surprisingly comfortable with it in me, "I did." "Good, because once you are done pleasuring me, I have another task for you from Mistress," she revealed. I continued licking, my concentration not on the potential punishment or expectation, but instead on getting her off. "You're a natural cunt licker," she moaned, her hands on the back of my head. The words were ludicrous, yet somehow only enhanced my eagerness. I teased her clit relentlessly until her breathing got heavier and a moment later I slid two fingers inside her cunt. She moaned, "You biiiitch," as her pussy juice flooded out and into my eager mouth. I hungrily lapped up her juices, her cum having a completely different taste than Quinn had and yet still addicting. Moving away, she said, "Not bad." "Thanks," I said, instinctively, and then couldn't believe I said it. "Stand up and bend over my desk," she instructed. I again obeyed, shame again coursing through my very being...frustrated at my need to obey, and at the growing wetness in my pussy. She lifted up my skirt, and moved her fingers under my panties and to my pussy. "Holy shit, does eating cunt get you wet?" My face went even redder at the question. "Answer me, slut!" She demanded, her fingers parting my wet pussy lips. Being called a slut was another domino in my humiliating day of submission. I answered, shocked by her aggressive, dominant tone towards me, "I guess it does." "You guess?" she scoffed. "Your cunt is soaked. Or maybe you just want to be my plaything. Or is it the toy in your ass turning you on?" "I don't know," I moaned, her fingers teasing me relentlessly. "Do you want to come, slut?" she asked. "Yesssss," I whimpered, ashamed at how my body gave in so easily. "Beg, bitch," she demanded. I didn't hesitate as I pleaded, "Please let your slut come." "You'll eat my cunt before every meeting?" she asked, her finger flicking my clit. "Y-y-yessss." "You'll come to my house and be my maid at bridge one night?" she asked, her finger sliding inside me. "W-w-whaaaaat?" I asked, my eyes going wide. "I expect you to come to my house this weekend and be my hostess...my hostess with the mostest," she chuckled, pulling her finger out of me. "Noooo," I moaned, wanting her finger back in. "No, what?" She asked. "No, you won't come to my house or no don't pull out of your wet fuck hole?" "Please finger fuck me," I pleaded, hungry to get off. "So you will come to my house this weekend?" She repeated, her finger slowly grazing over my pussy lips. "Yeeeees," I agreed, not remotely sure of the consequences of such an agreement...but in this moment of lust, I was willing to agree to anything. "You will be in a maid's outfit," she continued, tugging my panties down before her finger slid back inside me. "Oooooh," I moaned both out of pleasure and clarity. "And you will be a full service maid," she added, as her finger moved inside my cunt. "Ooooh, fuuuuck," I moaned, biting my lip as to not scream and inform the whole school I was having an orgasm in the principal's office, as she found my g-spot and tapped on it like it was a drum. I felt her other hand suddenly pull the plug out of my ass, shoving it in my mouth, as she ordered, "Suck on this, Mrs. Woods, we would hate for the whole school to know you are a dirty cum slut underneath your fancy clothes." I gagged briefly, as I tasted my own ass, but was helpless to do anything but obey as she continued to drive me wild with ecstasy. "Come, slut," she demanded, a moment later. I again obliged as my body quaked and erupted with my second orgasm of the day trembling through me. She pulled her finger out as I lay bent over her desk still coming. A moment later, I felt more lube on my ass cheeks as she warned with a slight laugh, "I would keep that butt plug gag in your mouth, this may burn a bit...or a lot." My eyes went big and before I could react, I felt my ass being widened as a much bigger butt plug was roughly inserted. I screamed, but thankfully my sounds of agony were muzzled by the butt plug in my mouth. "Now relax and get used to it," she ordered. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, the sheer burn in my ass still sharp as hell, but I was completely at her whim. Over the intercom, Mrs. Winston said, "Ms. Harden is here to see you." "Send her in," Principal Patterson said, slapping my ass, causing a new intense pain to hit me as the toy went even deeper in me. "Don't you dare fucking move, bitch." The door opened and Quinn laughed as she closed the door, "Well, what a pretty sight to walk into." "Mistress, she has been very compliant," Principal Patterson said. "Excellent," Quinn said, "So she doesn't deserve any extra punishments?" "No, Mistress." "The butt plug gag is a nice touch," Quinn said approvingly. "I thought you would approve." "It will make a good picture," Quinn said, as she assumedly took a picture of me from behind. A moment later, I could see her out of my peripheral vision as she snapped pictures of me with her cell. Quinn instructed, "Mrs. Woods, Principal Patterson is now your mistress. I would be, and I may one day if your son and I break up, but at the moment it's a conflict of interest. Oh sure, I may have you eat my cunt or I may pound that ass on occasion, but Principal Patterson is your owner." Hearing the word 'owner' was another domino in my complete fall from grace. "Thank you, Mistresss, you are very kind," Principal Patterson thanked. "You have been a very good pet, and deserve a reward," Quinn said back, as if giving a child praise. "I am very grateful," Principal Patterson said. "As for you Mrs. Woods. You will go to your PTA meeting with that plug in your ass. You will then come back to your Mistress for permission to take it out. You will also stay here the rest of the day and help the environmental club with their recycling program," Quinn said, pulling the plug out of my mouth. "Is that understood?" "Yes," I agreed, defeated. She shoved the plug back into my mouth, sat on the desk, her back to me, and ordered, "Now come get your treat, my pet." I watched as Principal Patterson moved around, dropped to her knees and buried her face between my son's girlfriend's legs. As I heard Quinn moan, I couldn't help but wish it was me between her legs. I shook my head at the ridiculous thoughts in my head. Quinn leaned back so she could look at me and asked, pulling the plug out of my mouth again, "Do you wish you would have just put those cans in the recycling?" The answer should have been yes. Because of one trivial act I had been forced to eat my son's girlfriend's cunt, filmed fucking myself with a cucumber, dominated by the principal, sodomized and then given as a sexual gift...yet the answer out of my mouth, as my cunt began to beg for attention yet again.. .was, "No, Mistress." THE END