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Slut for a Day Ch. 01

By: 0131aj



I love my job. As Ward Manager in the local hospital, I am the only male member of staff, all the other nurses being female and in their early twenties -- with one exception. When I had first taken up this post there had been a mixture of male and female nurses, older and younger, but over the years I had managed to whittle them down to the ones I wanted. And they were all very young, except one, so much so that I looked forward to going to work every Monday morning to regale them with tales of my sexual weekends. 

Some of them giggled nervously at my lurid stories; others would laugh outrageously. The more experienced among them seemed to simply smile to themselves and say nothing. The only exception was Sally.

Sally, at forty seven, was old enough to be the other nurses' mother and at times she definitely played the part of a surrogate mother to them all at one time or another. Besides which, she could practically run the ward single handedly -- but that wasn't why I had kept her on.

There was something about her, something different, something sensual, and though she sat in the staff room and listened as I entertained the younger members of staff, she never commented. That's why I was really surprised when she knocked on my office door one day and asked for a private word.

"Of course, Sally. Take a seat. What can I do for you?"

She quietly closed the door behind her, which immediately alerted me as the door is always left open. Sitting down in the chair on the opposite side of my desk, she lowered her head, her eyes fixed to the floor, her hands mildly trembling in her lap.

"What's up, Sally?"

"This is so embarrassing. I don't even know if I can say the words."

"Take your time. Anything you say in here will never be repeated outside. I give you my word on that."

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head, looked me straight in the eye and asked,

"Are your stories true?"

Her head immediately lowered again, her eyes once again were fixed to the floor and her cheeks were burning red.

"You mean my stories about what I get up to with my lady friends?"

She nodded.

"You mean the stories where I embarrass them and even spank them?"

Again she nodded, more vigorously this time.

"Yes, Sally, they're all true. Why?"

Her head lifted once more before she said,

"I've never done anything like that."

"You've never deliberately shown off your knickers to a man, to your husband even?"

She shook her head.

"Have you ever been spanked?"

No.

"Sally, why are you telling me this?"

If I'd read the situation correctly, if I'd read Sally correctly, things were about to get very interesting.

"I love my husband, very much, but he hardly even looks at me anymore, never mind touch me. And we've certainly never even thought about doing the things you say that you do with your girlfriends."

"Sally, would you like to do these things?"

There was a long hesitation before she gave a very, very slight nod.

"Just once, just for one day, I'd like to feel what other women feel."

"Then let's see what we can do."

A few days later, I had arranged to work from home, when I heard the expected knock at my door. Getting up from my desk, I took my time walking through the house to the front door. Opening it, I looked down at a very nervous looking Sally who looked even smaller out of the workplace, far away from her safety zone.

"Come in, Sally. You managed to get away for the day then?"

"Yes, my husband is at work all day." She hesitated. "Sandy, I'm not sure I can go through with this."

"You can leave at any time, Sally, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do but while you are here you will address me as, "Sir" and, while you are here, you will do everything I tell you to do. Is that quite clear?"

"Yes, Sandy. I'm sorry, I mean, yes, Sir."

"Don't worry. I know you are nervous. We'll take things nice and slowly to begin with until you are more relaxed.

I could tell Sally didn't feel like she would ever be relaxed again but she followed me into the living room and took off her coat when I asked for it. She was dressed in her white nurse's uniform, just as I had instructed and I was desperate to know if she had carried out the rest of my instructions.

Offering her a glass of already-poured, chilled champagne, she took it hungrily and downed it almost immediately. Meanwhile, I sat down in my favourite armchair and simply looked at her. She squirmed under my scrutiny but she had nothing to be ashamed of. At forty seven years of age, a mother of two grown up girls, she was still a stunner. Slim, but round in all the right places, her gorgeous blue eyes were her most captivating feature. Just at that moment, though, I couldn't see them as she hung her head low, her hands clasped in front of her, obviously embarrassed to be standing in her manager's living room about to do things she had only ever dreamed of doing. She knew it; I knew it; and I think her embarrassment was even greater because I knew it too.

Eventually she managed to lift her head and look at me. I smiled.

"Sally, raise your uniform, please."

There was a pleading in her eyes that was not unattractive but she knew this was what she had asked for and she knew this was just the beginning. Her hesitation, however, was not attractive at all.

"Sally, raise your uniform and do it now. I have to make sure you have followed my instructions to the letter."

I had suggested to her in my office that she should find some small way to disobey me and I was intrigued to see how her disobedience would manifest itself.

Taking a deep breath and turning a deep shade of red, she began to pull up the lower end of her uniform, up past her knees, up her legs, all the way to the tops of her thighs. She had magnificent legs, statuesque almost, and I was pleased to see that she had followed another order. She stood before me wearing a pair of black, silk stockings, her uniform perched just above their lacy tops, showing the slightest hint of naked skin.

I couldn't help but smile. From our earlier conversation I knew she was not someone who enjoyed showing off her body. She avoided my eyes but she must have known that I was staring at her legs, at her thighs.

"How do you feel, Sally, standing there, holding up your uniform to show me your stockings and your naked thighs?"

She burned anew at my question but she seemed determined to go on. 

"Very, very embarrassed. More embarrassed than I've ever been before."

"Oh, Sally, we're just at the beginning. You've got a very long road of embarrassment to travel yet."

She seemed to shudder at that thought as my words began to sink in and, perhaps for the very first time, she began to realise just how inexperienced she was. 

"Now, a bit higher please, Sally."

Again she hesitated, well aware that she was about to show her knickers to a man who wasn't her husband, a man who was, instead, her boss. I was sure she couldn't imagine anything any more embarrassing but I also knew she had no idea just how embarrassed she was going to be before the day was through.

This is where she had chosen to be disobedient. She had been instructed to wear a black, lacy thong. Instead, she was now showing me a pair of very sexy, black French knickers. In fact, they were exactly how I had imagined her to dress in my many fantasies about her but I could not let her know that.

"What is this, Sally? Did I not tell you to wear a thong?"

"Yes, sir, but these are the sexiest knickers I own. My husband likes them; I thought you would too."

I did like them, especially the way they clung to her pussy lips, drawn up against her obviously wet cunt as she had pulled her uniform up. There was no way I was going to let her know just how much I was enjoying the sight.

"I'm very disappointed, Sally. You must realise that you will have to be punished for this infringement. In the meantime, pull your uniform all the way up to your waist; I want to see the waistband of these offending knickers."

Slowly she raised her starchy, white uniform further up her legs, revealing all of her knickers, until it was bunched around her waist. She avoided my eyes but she also avoided looking down, unwilling to see what she knew I could see --her knickers pulled tight against her wet lips, avoiding the moment when she would have to acknowledge she was standing in a man's living room, practically exposing her most intimate area to her boss. How she imagined she would ever be able to deal with me at work again was obviously something she had not considered.

"Time to turn round I think, Sally."

Not really sure why she was being asked to do this, she turned her back to me.

"Now, that's nice but since you have denied me the sight of your cheeks by your disobedience I think you should bend forward."

Now she understood. As she held on to her uniform at her waist, she realised as she leaned forward that her bottom would be pushed out in a very lewd pose, her round cheeks certain to fill her knickers, pulling them tight at the back too. 

"Now that's very nice, Sally. I could almost forgive you for not doing as you were told. Almost, but not quite. Let's see if you can touch your toes."

Not quite sure what was to follow, Sally did as she was told, throwing her uniform over her back, feeling her knickers stretch tighter against her cheeks and, even more embarrassingly, riding up high between them. I couldn't help but admire her soft round cheeks, the same soft round cheeks that I was about to enjoy so much. I knew she must be humiliated by such an obscene pose but that was the whole point. The fact that the outline of her pussy was now even more evident between her legs was an added bonus to me and an added ounce of shame to her.

She knew her boss wasn't looking at her face at that moment but she could feel her cheeks burning red hot, a degree of embarrassment she had never imagined. She always presented herself at work and at home as demure, ladylike and graceful. She felt none of these things right now.

I could feel my cock growing ever harder, ever thicker, straining against my trousers, and I was desperate to reach down and release it but I wanted all Sally's attention to be on her own position, not on the effect she was having on her boss. 

"Stand up please, Sally."

She was obviously relieved to do so even though her uniform remained bunched up around her waist. She turned to face me with some trepidation. She knew her ordeal was far from over.

"Time to take off your uniform."

She must have known this was coming but still hesitated before she opened the button at the neck of her white dress, then pulled down the zip that ran almost the full length of her uniform. She gave me one final, pleading look before she shrugged it off her shoulders, pulled it down, wriggled her luscious hips and let it fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Apart from the obvious, I could see why she had hesitated. Instead of the black basque she had been commanded to wear, she wore a beautiful black camisole, matching her knickers perfectly but in total disregard to my instruction. I glared at her.

"You know what this means, Sally? You're punishment will be very severe for disregarding my orders."

"I'm really sorry, sir, but once I'd decided on the knickers I thought I should wear the matching set."

"You were not asked to think, Sally; you were asked to dress to please me and you have chosen to disobey me. You must pay the price for that disobedience."

Standing with her hands clasped tightly before her, I honestly thought she was close to tears and I might have taken pity on her if it had not been for the growing wet patch on the front of her knickers. She was obviously as aroused as she was scared.

I let her stand like that for a few moments, letting the knowledge of what she was doing, of the position she was in, sink in. She would learn a lesson once she received her punishment but there was a lesson to be learned now, a lesson in the true meaning of embarrassment, as I slowly walked around her, letting her feel my eyes on every inch of her almost naked body. 

"Time for your punishment, Sally," I said as I stopped in front of her. "Pull those disgusting knickers down, as far as your knees I think, and don't let them fall to the floor." 

For once she didn't hesitate even though she knew, and I knew, that she was about to show off her bottom and her pussy to a man other her husband and her doctor for the first time ever. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the silky sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down to her knees, exactly as instructed. To stop them falling to the floor she had to open her legs a little, keeping them stretched between her knees like a rolled up rope of silk. It was obvious that I had told her to do this so that her pussy would be easier to view but, even though her cheeks burned an ever deeper shade of red, she did as she was told.

But I wasn't paying any attention to her red face. Instead, I was revelling in the sight of her beautiful pussy, small lips with a sparse covering of hair. She stood up straight and tried to look at me defiantly but was unable to carry it off and lowered her eyes once more. Suddenly a thought seemed to enter her head.

"Is there anyone else here, sir?"

"No, Sally. Why?"

"I just thought how humiliating it would be if someone else was to come in while I stood here like this in the middle of your living room. Did you lock the door? Maybe you could draw the curtains."

"The curtains will stay exactly as they are, Sally," I answered in a stern voice. "And if someone comes to the door you will remain in whatever position I chose to leave you in. Is that clear?"

She shuddered at my change of tone and at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position but she simply nodded and hung her head in shame.

"Now, without further ado, it is time for your punishment, Sally. Follow me through to my office."

I turned and walked away from her, not waiting for her to follow, but as I reached the next room I sat down at my desk and turned to watch her come into the room. She was a few moments behind me, struggling to walk with her legs spread to prevent her knickers from falling. It had apparently not occurred to her to hold on to them as she walked and I wasn't about to enlighten her as her unseemly steps seemed to be making her cheeks flush even more.

"Come round to this side of the desk please, Sally."

As she staggered round, I pushed my chair back.

"Now lay yourself on my lap."

If she was pleased to do so, knowing that this position would hide her pussy from me even if I now had ready access to her bottom, her pleasure didn't last long. With her feet on one side of me and her arms reaching forward to touch the carpet on the other side, she trembled when I spoke again.

"Spread your cheeks for me, please; I'd like to take a closer look."

As I felt her body tremble all over, she reached back with her right hand while balancing herself with her left. She had told me that not even her doctor had ever seen her tightest hole. Her husband had, obviously, in years past, when they had had sex in the doggie position but she had always found it more than a little embarrassing knowing that he could see her there. Having said that, she had admitted that she had enjoyed having sex that way as her pussy had always seemed even wetter the more embarrassed she was and her orgasms had always been best when they did it like this. She had never understood that what shamed her most also made her cum the most and she had never tried to analyse it.

Now she could feel the moisture building between her lips and I could see the slightest little droplets of her juices on them. As she dutifully pulled on her right cheek she thought she could actually feel my breath on her tightest hole but I wasn't going to touch her there, not yet. I knew she had never had anything penetrate her there, not even her husband's finger and certainly not his cock but she had agreed that, for this one day, there was to be nothing held back. Just to add to her shame, I decided to let her know that I could see how wet she was getting.

"How do you feel now, Sally?"

"Please don't ask me, sir. I've never been so ashamed in my whole life."

"Really? I thought you were starting to enjoy yourself. Why else would your cunt be getting wet?"

I don't know if it was my use of the word or the fact that she knew I could see her wet lips or even the fact that I ran one finger along those wet lips, all the way up between her open cheeks and circled her tiny hole with my juice-smeared finger. She practically shook in disgrace but she couldn't speak. All she could do was shake her head violently from side to side.

I placed my left hand on her back to hold her in place while I ran my right one slowly over her upturned cheeks. I knew that I could easily hold her there but I wanted her to feel as if she was pinned there, unable to move, unable to escape.

"You've been very disobedient, Sally, and now you're going to have to suffer the consequences. I warned you what would happen if you didn't follow my instructions but you have chosen to take that risk."

As I scolded her, I began to run my right palm lightly over her bare cheeks. They were wonderfully round and wonderfully smooth. I couldn't wait to see them when they turned pink. Now was the time for them to do just that. Without any further warning, I raised my right hand and brought it down, not too hard, smacking her right cheek.

Her whole body jerked in shock but I held her firmly in my lap.

"How many smacks do you think your actions merit?"

She struggled to speak. "You want me to choose?"

"Yes. And I want you to count each one out loud."

"Count?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, count. You wouldn't want me to losed track and have to start again, would you? Now, how many?"

"Two?" she suggested nervously.

"Yes, two seems like a fair number. You have disobeyed me twice so I will punish you twice. You will receive six smacks on each cheek."

"But that's twelve in total," she whimpered, trying to look up at me.

"Exactly. Your right cheek shall be punished for not wearing the basque you were supposed to wear and your left cheek shall be punished for not wearing the thong I was so looking forward to see. Are you ready?"

Without waiting for her answer, I brought my hand down again, harder this time, on her right cheek again. It was already starting to show signs of turning pink.

"Count, Sally."

"Two," she tried.

"Oh no. The first one was just a trial now try again."

"One," she cried miserably.

And without further warning, I gave her five smacks on her right cheek. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK. With each one being harder and louder than the last, I was only just able to hear her count but count she did. I stopped to get my breath back, admiring my handiwork, caressing gently again her right cheek which was now a deep shade of pink and wondered what she would tell her husband. I think she was only just beginning to regain her composure when I started again, this time on the other side. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK. SMACK! This time her tears were flowing as she struggled to keep count and I would have almost felt sorry for her if I hasn't noticed that her pussy juices were flowing just as much as her tears. As I again came to a halt, I allowed my right hand to slide down the back of her legs, then slowly back up between her thighs, stroking her smooth skin gently. I didn't go too high, not yet. There would be time enough for that very soon because, just as I could feel the heat from her pussy, I'm sure she could feel the hard bulge in my trousers. 

"Do you need any more, Sally?"

"No, sir, please. I've learned my lesson. I'll never disobey you again. I promise"


Slut for a Day Ch. 01



"Well, we'll see. Now you know what happens to sluts who disobey me. Sluts who please me, however, can expect to me rewarded."

I felt her flinch at being called a "slut" but that was nothing to how she reacted when I slipped my hand between her thighs and finally brought it to her soaking pussy. Sliding just one finger up and down her wet slit, I easily slid inside. When I brought my finger out and coated her sensitive clit with her own juices she couldn't stop from moaning in pleasure. 

Without any instruction from me, she was sliding back and forth across my lap, seemingly trying to reach my swollen cock with her equally engorged clit. I could have allowed her some release at that point but it would be all the better if I made her wait so I lifted her off my lap and stood her in front of me. 

While she was still feeling sorry for herself, I decided it was time to finally see her totally naked. Standing closely behind her, so that she could feel my cock pressing against her punished bottom, I pulled her camisole up over her back, over her head and, as she lowered her arms, let it slide to the floor. Walking round her, savouring every inch of her luscious body, I smiled at the sight of her round breasts. Her nipples were already hard and it certainly wasn't cold in the room.

She had endured her punishment better than I thought she would; now it was time for some pleasure. I stepped in front of her and lifted her chin to kiss her on the lips. She responded in kind and pressed herself against me, willing to be taken, desperate to feel like a woman. I eased my right hand between us and allowed it to slide down between her still open legs. Lightly running my finger along her slit I could feel just how wet she was; her juices coated my finger immediately. 

Without a word, I slipped my finger inside and pressed my palm against her. Our tongues danced with each other as I buried my finger deeper until I found her g-spot and she trembled so violently I thought she was going to cum on the spot. As she tried to open her legs further to allow me more room, she found that she was restricted still by the knickers around her knees but I still managed to slide another finger in and to massage her special place in a way it had never been massaged before. She was moaning into my mouth as she became brave and reached down herself to trace the length of my hard cock, straining as it was within the confines of my trousers. I thought one or both of us was likely to cum where we stood and that wasn't the plan so I eased my fingers from her, leaving her with an empty pussy and a forlorn look on her face.

"Please, sir!"

"Please what, Sally?"

She blushed anew as she forced herself to say the words.

"I need you. I need you inside me." 

"All in good time, my little whore. Follow me to the bedroom. You can lose your knickers and stockings now but I think you should follow me on your hands and knees."

She was so far gone in her lust, so desperate to have her pussy filled, so desperate to cum that she didn't hesitate. She allowed her knickers to fall to the floor, pushed her stockings down her smooth legs as fast as she could before dropping to her hands and knees, looking up at me expectantly. I smiled at her, crouched down, picked up her knickers that I had pretended had offended me so much and inhaled her scent from the crotch. I think that caused her to blush even more than she had done to that point, especially when I looked at her and said,

"You really are a slut, Sally, aren't you. Your knickers are soaking. I think it's time we did something about rewarding you. Follow me."

With that I turned and walked through to my bedroom, not waiting for to follow, never in any doubt that she would. 

A few moments ahead of her, I took the opportunity to strip off. As she nervously pushed open my bedroom door and entered on her hands and knees the first thing she saw was my erect cock. She gasped as she again realised that it was erect just for her and that very soon she would be taken by only the second man in her life. I was sure she was wondering if it would be different from how it used to be with her husband but, as she was still crawling, as she had just been spanked for the first time ever, I was equally sure that she knew it was going to be very different. And she was right.

"Climb on to my bed, Sally."

Tearing her eyes away from my naked body, she did as she is told and lay down, naked, trembling in lust and anticipation. 

"Move into the middle."

Again she did so without hesitation, sure that she was on familiar ground, even if the surroundings were new to her. She was so wrong. 

Climbing on to the bed, I kneeled between her legs which she opened freely to accommodate me. Leaning over her, but without touching her, I slid my hand under the pillows and retrieved the blindfold I had secreted there earlier. Looking scared once more, she complied as I told her to lift her head and fit the black velvet mask over, blocking out her vision entirely before adjusting the strap at the back.

Taking her left hand in mine, I raised it and stretched it out until it was in line with the silk scarf I had tied to the headboard before she arrived. Unable to see what I was doing, she flinched when I grab her arm firmly and secured her by the wrist to the headboard.

"What are you doing?"

"Exactly what you want me to do, my little whore."

She had never been spoken to in these terms before but she knew that was exactly what she was, lying naked in another man's bed, surrendering her body, her self, to him and his desires. She was not yet ready to acknowledge that these were her own desires too. In no time at all I have secured her right arm in identical fashion and she was effectively my prisoner. Would I need to gag her? I didn't think so; besides, I wanted to use her mouth and I wanted her to be free to use it too.

I could smell her arousal and was desperate to taste her but I knew I had to start slowly and so the first thing my mouth touched was her ear. I was sure even she knew the pleasure of feeling a wet tongue explore her there but when I whispered to her exactly where else she was soon to feel my mouth, she shivered. 

I kiss my way down her slender neck, small kisses, gentle kisses, but insistent kisses, moving ever closer to my destination. Stopping for a moment to kiss her on the lips, she hungrily responded, desperate for what she wanted, desperate for my cock. She had some time to wait yet. 

I licked down and saw her chest rising as her breathing quickened, her breasts inviting, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked. I agreed.

While playing with one, rolling it between my fingers, squeezing it, pinching it almost, I brushed the other with my soft tongue, feeling it harden even more, just as my cock stiffened and throbbed at the same time. 

Reluctant to stop sucking on her engorged nipple, I used my right hand to travel further down her body. She knew where I was headed and tried to spread her legs even wider, squirming under the many sensations attacking her body, knowing that even more, even better was to come. I knew she was wet but I couldn't hold off any longer, I had to taste those juices.

Then, as I kissed further down, she seemed to suddenly realise that I was about to make good on my promise and lick her pussy.

"Please, sir. Don't."

I thought she was about to beg not to be teased any further, to beg to be fucked, but no. What she was begging for was something else entirely.

"Please. I've never been kissed there."

"You've never had your pussy eaten?" I asked, incredulously.

"No, sir," she said, blushing beneath her blindfold.

"Not even by your husband?"

"No, sir."

"Well it's going to happen, my little slut. I am going to eat your pussy and I am going to make you cum with my tongue."

She groaned aloud but though she tried to close her legs to escape, there was nothing she could do. I had planned this moment for too long, fantasised about it too often to stop now. Not that I wanted to.

Not wanting to frighten her too much, I gently but firmly eased her legs apart and ran my hands along the smooth, smooth skin of her inner thighs. As she relaxed, I bent down again and repeated this with my tongue and mouth, kissing her where she had never been kissed before. But I was not to be put off for long. It was time to move on to the main course. 

I touched her first with a single finger and she flinched as I did so. Sliding along her slit, she was as wet as I knew she would be and I could easily have slid in. The thought of finally being poised inches from her tormented me too much and I could wait no longer. Holding her legs wide to stop her hindering me, I began to kiss and lick all her lips, savouring every moment, every drop that she reluctantly gave. She whimpered with every touch but I knew she was whimpering with desire. 

My tongue pressed against her, making her squirm anew; she knew this was not my finger now. She burned with shame and she burned with lust. I could feel the heat from her body, from her pussy as I slid my tongue up to her sensitive clit. She was groaning now, a sound which was music to my ears and just for a second I wondered why any man, any husband would not delight his wife in this way. She surrendered to my touch as I very, very slowly slid my finger down from her lips to her most private place, tickling her, smearing her with her pussy juices. Tense at first, she was unable to do anything but relax as my tongue continues to lap at her clit, and my finger slipped inside.

The thought of my cock replacing my finger made me throb once more but that was for later, much later. For now she was writhing beneath me, giving herself to what she had wanted, what she had needed. Time to deliver on my promises and I went at her clit with a vengeance. Lapping at it with my stiffened tongue, I could feel her orgasm approaching and thought I was going to have to hold her down to stop her from throwing me off. 

But we were too close now. Nothing was going to stop me pushing her over the edge. I used my other hand to slide inside her eager pussy once more and easily found her most tender spot, brushing my finger over it, causing her sensations she had never felt before. 

With my tongue on her clit a finger on her g-spot and a finger in her arse, she screamed now, screamed as she never had and came like she never had. Her whole body shook, lost in her lust, lost in her ecstasy, as it washed over her again and again and again.



Slut for a Day Ch. 02



I waited until her body stopped trembling and her breathing returned to normal. As I slowly climbed up her body from my position between her legs, I sat on top of her and I'm sure she thought I was going to ask her to suck my cock but I had other ideas. As I got into position, she raised her head and I'm sure I would have seen the question in her eyes if she hadn't still been wearing the blindfold.

"What are you doing, sir?"

"I'm treating you like a slut, Sally. That's what you are, isn't it?"

She flinched slightly at the words as much as the question, nodding her head in agreement.

"And what do I do with sluts, Sally?"

She hesitated. "I'm not sure, sir." She really didn't know what I intended to do next.

"I'm going to wrap your delicious tits around my cock and use them to wank myself with. The only question will be whether I cum on them or cum on your face."

She almost groaned in embarrassment as she fell back on to the pillows, not that she had much choice, bound to my bed as she was. Laying my hard cock between her breasts, I held them together around it and started to move slowly up and down. This only went on for a few moments before she spoke again.

"Sir?"

Almost annoyed by her interruption, I asked her what she wanted.

"May I please watch what you are doing?"

Smiling now, I couldn't help but agree to her request and lifted the blindfold off her eyes. She blinked a few times, readjusting to the light, then looked down at her breasts or, to be more precise, looked down at my cock lying between them. I swear I could almost see a smile creeping on to her lips.

If I'm honest. I suppose I had almost given up on ever fucking Sally's breasts. But now, seeing her lying there, seeing my cock sliding between them, seeing the mixture of lust and humiliation on her face, I knew it had been worth the wait. Now it was time to make her blush even more.

"What do you want me to do, Sally?"

"Just what you said you were going to do, sir?"

"And what is that, Sally?"

"Please don't make me say the words, sir."

"Oh, but I want to hear you say the words, Sally. I want to hear you beg me to fuck your tits."

"Please, sir; don't make me say that."

I sat back, my cock sliding out from her wonderful valley. 

"If you don't beg me, Sally, I won't do it and you'll never know what it feels like to have a man use you in this way."

She took a deep breath, looked me in the eye and said, "Please fuck my tits, sir," before lowering her head again, her face burning with shame.

"I'm not sure I really believe that's what you want, sally. Say, 'Please fuck my tits and treat me like a whore, sir'."

She took longer to raise her head this time and tried but failed to raise her eyes to mine.

"Please fuck my tits and treat me like a whore, sir."

"I'd love to Sally," as I moved forward again and grabbed her breasts. As I began to thrust my cock between them again, I gave her my next command. Untying her right hand, I said to her,

"Play with your cunt, Sally."

"What?" she asked in shock.

"Play with your cunt, like the slut you are. That's what whores do, Sally."

Embarrassed beyond her wildest dreams, she shifted position slightly, reaching down past me and began to run her finger up and down her wet slit. She gasped at her own touch but also, I think, because she realised just how wet she was.

Desperate as I was to turn around to watch her, I had much more urgent needs. I could hardly contain myself now as I squeezed her breasts tighter round my thrusting cock.

"Having fun, Sally, lying on your boss's bed, fingering your pussy while I fuck your lovely tits?" She blushed again but her breathing was getting really heavy now. 

"Having fun behaving like a slut, being treated like a slut, being called a slut, a whore, a dirty little whore?"

Her only response was to moan out loud. I think she would have made herself cum if I hadn't decided it was my turn.

"Well I'm going to use you now, my little slut," I said, as I pumped her tits and she tried frantically to reach down further to feed her fingers to her hungry cunt. I could feel my balls tightening and grabbed my cock, aiming at her tits. She gasped as the first shot sprayed across them but then I aimed higher. Grabbing her hair, I continued to wank my cock, this time in front of her face.

"No," she pleaded, but didn't get the chance to say anything else as my cock spurted again, this time landing in her mouth. Closing her lips instinctively, she tried hard not to swallow as I watched my cum ooze out of the corner of her mouth before I shot the last of my cum over her cute nose and flushed cheeks. Her right hand immediately came up to her face to wipe my spunk away but I slapped it away before smearing my cock across her closed, soft lips.

"Leave it," I said, sitting back. "All whores should wear cum on their faces."

She couldn't even look me in the face as I untied her left hand.

"Time to finish what you started, Sally."

Once again she looked at me, mystified.

"I want to watch you make yourself cum."

"Oh no, sir. I could never do that."

"Oh, but you will, my favourite little slut. That's what whores like you do – entertaining their men by playing with their pussies. Of course, if you really don't want to I could always entertain myself by spanking you again."

I could see her really struggling with that one. She couldn't imagine ever masturbating in front of a man, any man, let alone doing it in front of her boss. But the idea of her poor cheeks being punished again was obviously too much and, as I settled down at the bottom of the bed, leaning against the footrest, she got into position opposite me. 

I watched as she slowly spread her legs meaning nothing was obscuring the view of her wet pussy; she was completely on show. As she moved her right hand down over her stomach, her breasts quivered slightly with her movements. Her hand travelled quickly down; whether she was desperate to get this over with or just desperate I didn't know but I was certainly enjoying the show already.

She opened her wet lips to expose her very obviously erect clit. The middle finger of her right hand began flicking across her clit from side to side; she may never have done this in front of a man before but she was no novice when it came to pleasuring herself. I looked on, amazed as she very quickly sunk two of her fingers deep into herself before bringing them out and smearing her own juices over her clit before starting to rub it again.

I was amazed at what I was seeing – she obviously was determined not to be spanked again, no matter what the cost. Sally might have been thoroughly ashamed at the thought of her boss watching her but, for me, I'd never seen anything so hot. Sure, I'd watched women pleasuring themselves before, in real life and on the net but this was on a whole new level. She wasn't doing anything that any of those other women hadn't done, but because it was Sally, she was causing my cock to stiffen faster than ever before.

As I watched, she was now rubbing her clit with three fingers. She was still using the same side-to-side motion, but speeding up now, her fingers becoming a blur. The wet noise this made was almost drowned out by her panting, her breathing becoming laboured and very, very deep.

She now brought her left hand into the action and pulled back the hood protecting her clit, exposing the little pink head to my gaze and to my delight. Her right hand went back to work on the hard, fleshy button as she alternated between flicking it and pressing on it, proving to me again that she was quite an expert in pleasuring herself. 

I could tell that she was getting close. Her hand was working faster and faster. Her breathing was just as rapid and her whole body seemed to be flushed. Suddenly her pussy lips seemed to go in to spasm, each tremor causing her to moan, at first, then to scream louder than she had done all day. I was glad the neighbours were out.

If I thought she was finished, however, I had underestimated her. Her hand on her clit had slowed right down but was still stroking it and I could only imagine how sensitive that engorged button must feel. Suddenly, without warning, a small spray burst from her pussy and a moan of pure bliss escaped from her mouth. I had never been so turned on in my life. 

Despite the fact that she had just cum in front of her boss and despite the fact that she had just squirted on my bed, she still had the sense of shame that seemed in-built in her now and she hung her head low, too humiliated to look me in the eye. Instead, she dropped her head and slid down the bed so that her head was resting on the pillows.

"It's time now, Sally."

"Time, sir?"

"Time for you to be fucked."

Her face burned red again but, for the first time in over twenty years, she spread open her legs to a man who wasn't her husband. I crawled up the bed and lay next to her. Her eyes were still lowered but, as I leaned over her to kiss her, she seemed almost startled and I wondered if it was the kiss or the fact that she could probably taste her own pussy juices on my lips. Then she surprised me.

She reached down between us and firmly grasped my throbbing cock, gently squeezing it, tugging at it as if she were afraid of it. Each squeeze, each tug caused me to moan in pleasure but it was Sally who was licking her lips in anticipation. She was ready for my cock and I was more than ready to feed it to her hungry cunt. 

"What do you want to do now, Sally?"

She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes, pleading to be fucked, but I wanted to hear this gorgeous older woman say the words.

"Say it, Sally. Beg me like the whore you are." That's when she surprised me again.

Lowering her eyes, lowering her head, she said,

"Please, sir, may I ride your cock?"

I had been looking forward to fucking her but the thought of the woman of my dreams sitting on my cock while she fucked me wasn't something I was going to say no to.

I lay back and, without even a moment's hesitation, she pulled herself up and straddled me. Still not looking me in the eye, she grabbed my aching cock and directed it towards her pussy hole. She was obviously still nervous and more than a little afraid so she rubbed the head along her slit but we both knew she didn't need any more lubrication. Her pussy was literally dripping and I wondered how tight she might be. She was older than anyone I had ever fucked and she had two adult daughters so I wasn't expecting much in that sense but she still seemed to be squirming as I entered her.

As it seemed to take a few attempts for her to get me all the way in, I began to wonder if my cock was bigger or thicker than what she was used to but I then remembered that she had told me how long it had been since her husband had even looked at her, never mind fucked her, so I lay there and waited. 

I watched as she bit her bottom lip with the effort before she finally slid all the way down my cock and let out a sigh of relief and contentment. The moment she did, however, she started to ride me, slowly at first, as she and her pussy were obviously taking their time to get used to being filled once again. She soon speeded up though and she wasn't the only one moaning in pleasure as I reached up and played with this gorgeous older woman's luscious breasts. 

As I played with and pulled on her nipples it became obvious she wasn't going to last long even though it wasn't so long since her last orgasm. She leaned forward, her hands on my own chest and began to fuck me hard, very hard, sliding up and down my cock more and more urgently. I wanted to make this a day for her to remember, a fuck to remember, so I pushed up too, rising to meet every one of her downward thrusts. I could feel my own orgasm beginning to build too, my balls tingling, ready to erupt. As she became almost frenzied in her riding, her whole body lost in the moment, sweat covering her skin, she suddenly stooped, silent, and her whole body seemed to shake. I continued to push up into her, watching in delight as she came again and again, the walls of her pussy squeezing my fat cock before she collapsed on top of me.

As she slowly came down from such a high, I somehow managed to slide out of her, my still stiff cock making an obscenely pleasant sound as it pulled out of her satisfied pussy, and rolled her over to the other side of the bed. We both knew what was to come next and, whether she was conscious of doing it or not, she conveniently rolled on to her front.

I got up from the bed and retrieved the oil from the bedside table. My older lover had one more bridge to cross, one more hole to surrender, and I wanted her to enjoy it as much as she had obviously enjoyed the rest of her day. But to do so she would have to try and relax even more and that's where I hoped the oil would help.

Having poured some of it on to my hands, I placed them on her upper back, starting with a smooth gliding motion, spreading the massage oil across her back and shoulders in broad circles. I'd done this before, many times, and I kept the pressure firm but comfortable as I concentrated my efforts far away from where we both knew I was headed. To take her mind off what was coming, I moved up rather than down and gave her neck a long, slow rub before deciding to make my move.

Sliding my oily hands down her sides, I gently brushed past the sides of her breasts. She probably hadn't been aware that they had pushed out slightly because she was lying face down and her body trembled at my slight touch. She didn't seem to mind, though, and certainly didn't object so I continued my downward journey, down over her lower back, before I decided I needed more oil.

Still determined to take my time, even though my cock was straining for release, I moved down to her legs and, starting on the right, lifted it back at the knee to massage her calf and ankle. I lay her leg down before doing the same on the other side, only this time sliding up to her thigh. I could feel her tensing here again so I moved back to her right leg and covered the back of her other thigh before moving on.

I wiped my hands on a towel I had lying by the bed and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"It's time."

She shivered as I knew she would but once again she proved that she could still surprise me. Reaching back with both of her hands, Sally grasped both of her round cheeks and spread them fully open. I think my jaw dropped looking down at this incredible older woman lying in front of me spreading her cheeks and showing me her forbidden hole.

We had spoken about this but I still couldn't believe it.

"Are you sure, Sally?" 

"Please, sir, just do it. I want you to take every inch of my body." 

"Your wish is my command, you little slut. Prepare to take my cock up your dirtiest hole and know that I am going to cum deep into your bowels like a cheap whore."

She trembled once more, in anticipation and in the realisation that my filthy words were exactly what she wanted to hear. But if she could surprise me then I could surprise her too and I leaned forward to plant a long wet kiss right on her tightest hole. She whimpered this time but not for an instant did she relax her grip on her backside. I wondered for a moment what she would do if I licked her there too but my cock wouldn't wait any longer and I reached for the oil one last time and thoroughly coated the head of my cock with it. I knew I would have to apply some to Sally's hole and so did she but she still flinched a bit at the feel of it. Taking my time, I lightly worked the oil into the crevices and ripples of her tight hole, again enjoying the feel of it, as well as the feeling of power as she squirmed beneath my hand. 

I thought that Sally had done surprising me but the more I rubbed between her cheeks, and the more she got used to it, the more she seemed to relax and even began to respond by moving her bottom in tight little circles, trying to hide her moans of appreciation by burying her head in the pillows. Time to move on.

I gently pushed my oil-covered finger inside, meeting no resistance other than a delightfully tight hole. I could feel her backside gripping my finger as she raised her bottom off the bed, apparently hungry for more. This went on for a few moments while I made sure that she was thoroughly lubricated and making sure we were both enjoying every sensual moment. I withdrew my finger and once more whispered in her ear.

"You're ready now, my little slut," I told her as I pulled her up by the hips, just enough to allow me to pull a pillow down and push it. 

She took a deep breath and seemed to hold it but I told her to relax and to breathe normally; this would go as fast or as slow as she wanted. After what seemed like an eternity, I placed the round head of my cock at her tightest entrance and wondered as I always did how such a large thing could enter such a small hole. But enter her I did as I leaned forward and took away her final virginity. The thought that a woman of forty seven still had a virginity to give was as amazing to me as it was to Sally herself.

Again she buried her head in the pillows, as she only now seemed to realise that my cock was going to be much larger than my finger. I could feel her forcing herself to relax but it still wasn't easy to get it in. Taking my time, however, I pushed in just a bit, then paused, then pushed in again a little harder, a little deeper, before pulling back. I had to allow her to get used to this strange, wonderful sensation, just as I was doing with this amazing woman.

When I finally made it all the way in, she asked me to stop for a moment which was fine by me as it gave me the time savour the moment and the sight of her most private hole stretched around my cock. It felt so nice, so very nice, and I stayed still for a moment longer to enjoy it. 

I could hear her breathing being measured and controlled as she fought the natural reaction to pull away. But I knew she also wanted to relax; I knew she also wanted to do this, to strip away the last of her fears, of her inhibitions. 

I slowly began to push in farther, then out again, each time going in a bit deeper. She was incredibly tight but that just made the feel of her tight ring rubbing and massaging the head of my cock as it worked its way in and out of her gorgeous arse all the more enjoyable. Finally she began to meet my forward movements with her own pushes back. Whether she was aware of it or not, she even wiggled her backside from side to side, making the whole experience even more awesome, both physically and visually. She now seemed to be fully welcoming my hard cock as it moved in and out of her arse, no longer resisting me.

I reached under her and began to stroke her soaking wet pussy. She was obviously enjoying what we were doing as much as I was and she turned her head and smiled at me as my fingers lightly touched her sensitive clit. At the same time I began to rhythmically move in and out of her darkest hole, never pulling out too far or moving in too deep, continuing to play with her cunt as she continued to drip with arousal. I pumped my cock in and out, getting faster now, my fingers moving in time with my cock, her pussy being treated just as well as her arse and my cock.

"So good," she whispered, almost to herself. "It feels so good." And I'm sure she was wondering why she had waited so long to feel this way; I know I was. As I began to really plough in and out of her, she pushed back even more, both of us lost in the animalistic fucking that we were enjoying so much. 

As my thrusts became too fast for her she simply lay still, and let me fuck her little beautiful hole, giving herself to me as she had never given herself to any man, not even her husband. Faster and faster I plunged into her, deeper and deeper, lost in the most wonderful sensation, lost in my lust for this wonderful woman. 




Slut for a Day Ch. 02



And then I knew I was there. I wanted to cum now, wanted to release my cum deep into her bowels. I felt my legs stiffen and just stopped, letting it rise up from my balls, bursting from my cock deep into her arse. I'm sure she must have felt me twitching deep inside her as I emptied myself into her bowels, spurting again and again and again. I could feel her squeezing me, squeezing every last drop out of me.

Eventually, I fell forward on top of her, exhausted, satisfied and well and truly fucked. It had felt so good. I suppose it would have been even better if I had lasted longer but nothing could take away from what she had given me. I smiled at her, leaned down and kissed her then slowly pulled my cock out, pulling out being a lot easier than pushing in had been but not half as pleasurable. Her hole stayed open just for a moment as my cum leaked out before it slowly shut again and no-one would ever have known if it wasn't for those droplets of my white spunk. 

I lay down beside her and she sheepishly smiled at me before realising it was time to go.

"Do you mind if I have a shower?"

"Of course I mind. You can travel home covered in cum like the whore you are."

"But I came on the bus, sir, I can't go home like this."

"Oh, yes, you can and you will. And tomorrow you will tell me all about it when you come to work."

"Yes, sir," she hung her head as she left my bedroom. After a short while she knocked on my door and entered on my call.

"I can't find my knickers, sir. I can't go home without them."

"Then you should have thought of that, Sally, before you decided to act like a slut. Your knickers are mine now and I shall be sniffing them for a long time to come."

Once more she hung her head and her face blushed red again. As she was about to leave the room a new thought seemed to enter her mind and she stepped back in.

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

"Next time bring your daughter."

The look of shock and lust which flashed across her face made my balls tingle and my cock start to stiffen all over again. She practically ran out of the room and out of my house, once again outwardly the respectable married woman but I'm sure whoever was lucky enough to be sitting next to her on the bus would be able to smell exactly what she was and what had been up to that day 



Slut for a Day Ch. 03



When I heard the knock on the door I still wasn't sure who I was going to find standing there when I opened it. Sally had finally mustered the courage to speak to me at work and, although more embarrassed than she had ever thought possible, she admitted that her knickers hadn't been dry since the day she had spent at my house. She wasn't sure she could convince her daughter to accompany her on her next visit but she confessed that she wanted to be used again.

Opening the door I smiled when I saw them both standing there. It wouldn't be true to say that they looked like sisters but it was plain to see that they were related. Nicola may have just turned twenty but she was already a mother and there were a lot of similarities between the two women. Not only were they of the same build, they both had similar hairstyles and both hung their heads in the same submissive manner. Given that I had had so much fun with her mother's body the week before, I couldn't wait to see Nicola undressed too. As it was pouring down both wore long raincoats and I wondered what delights were hidden beneath. 

I ushered them through to the living room and sat down but did not invite them to do likewise. Leaving them standing before me like two naughty schoolgirls before their Headmaster, I looked them up and down, liking what little I could see.

"Well, Sally, what can I do for you today?"

She looked up at me in surprise as her daughter looked at her.

"Just what we discussed at work, sir."

If Nicola was surprised to hear mother address me as "sir," she didn't react.

"And what was that, Sally?"

She now realised that I was going to make her say the words in front of her daughter. Thinking about what I had planned for them both for the rest of the day, I thought that this was the easy part but I knew that for Sally it was deeply humiliating.

Her face burning red and avoiding her daughter's gaze, she looked me in the eye, took a deep breath and said,

"I want you to teach Nicola to enjoy sex the way you taught me."

Her head immediately dropped.

"You want me to treat her like a slut, to spank her, to cum on her face, to use every inch of her body for my pleasure, every hole?"

Sally could only nod while Nicola hung her head just as low as her mother's.

"And what about you, Nicola? Is that what you want? Are you ready for that?"

She didn't raise her head but followed her mother's lead and simply nodded.

"I wonder," I said. "Sally, show your daughter these photos, one by one, and let's make sure this is what Nicola wants to do." 

I opened a large envelope sitting on the coffee table in front of me and withdrew a handful of very explicit photographs taken without her knowledge on Sally's last visit to my home.

She hadn't been expecting this and looked at me in question but knew better than to hesitate, taking them from my hand before blushing furiously when she saw the first one. Immediately clasping them to her chest she looked at me again.

"I don't understand, sir. How were these taken?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Every room in this house is fitted with miniature spy-cams for security purposes but obviously they have other uses too. Now show the photos to your daughter, my little slut."

The use of that word in her daughter's presence spurred Sally back into action and, with great reluctance, she handed over to Nicola the photo of her lying across my lap being spanked. The younger woman looked at it, incredulous, but that was just the beginning. In very quick succession, obviously hoping to get her shame over with as soon as possible, Sally presented her daughter with very lurid photos of her face covered in my cum, of her riding my cock and finally, of her lying down on my bed, her face buried in my pillows as I buried my cock in her arse.

Nicola kept looking at each photo in turn, not sure which one shocked her the most. Eventually, she looked up from them and tried to look me in the eye. Failing to hold my gaze, she lowered her head before giving me the smallest of nods.

"I asked you a question, Nicola. Do you want me to treat you the way I treated your mother last week?" I asked, my tone hardening.

Just like her mother she took a deep breath, tried to look me in the eye, and answered,

"Yes, sir. Please teach me to enjoy sex."

"Excellent, so now I have a slut and a whore to play with. Take off your coats and drop them to the floor."

Sally already knew the punishment for any delay in obeying an order and quickly unfastened her belt, opened her coat and dropped it where she stood. If Nicola had been shocked by her mother's appearance in the photos, she was no less stunned when she looked at her now. This week Sally had dressed as she had been told, black basque, black lacy thong, black stockings and black high heeled shoes.

While Nicola stared at her mother, just as I was tempted to do, both of us turned our eyes on the younger woman and waited for her to remove her raincoat. After what seemed like an eternity but could only have been a matter of minutes, Nicola finally opened her coat and dropped it at her feet.

Dressed much more conservatively than her mother, which wouldn't have been difficult, she stood there in her jeans and blouse, her figure disguised by the baggy sweater she was also wearing. If she thought it might protect her in some way she was badly mistaken. 

"Sally, undress your daughter for me."

She knew this was coming but she still had to steel herself to do it. Not looking at either of us, she stepped forward.

Reaching her hands to the bottom of Nicola's sweater, instructing her daughter to follow her lead, she began to pull it slowly up, causing her daughter to raise her arms whether she wanted to or not. The sweater was rolled up over her chest and, just for a moment, she was blinded as it was pulled over her head. I was sorely tempted to move in at that point but resisted.

As her daughter once again relaxed her arms by her side, (although "relaxed" is the last thing she was feeling, being undressed by her mother in front of a stranger), Sally began to unbutton Nicola's blouse. Starting from the top, each open button revealed a little more of the younger woman's body and I could feel my cock starting to strain for release.

First her neck, then her collar bone, then the slightest hint of cleavage became exposed and I am glad that I asked Sally to do this or I would still have been kissing my way down that soft flesh and it would have taken me forever. This way both women became more and more embarrassed and, I am sure, more and more aroused but that remained to be seen. Certainly both of them were flushed and breathing hard and I was finding it extremely difficult to remain in my seat.

As the blouse fell further apart with each button that was opened, her plain, white bra came into view before her mother revealed her belly button and then pulled the ends of her blouse out of her jeans. Reaching up, she slid Nicola's blouse down off her shoulders, down her arms, and let it fall to the increasing pile of clothes on the floor.

Sally turned to me for guidance but I simply nodded for her to continue as I continued my struggle not to interfere. Reaching behind her daughter, she expertly opened the clasp on the younger woman's bra as only a woman ever can, before peeling it down, revealing her daughter's wonderful breasts to her boss. I could take no more; I had to join in.

I got up and stood in front of Nicola, her mother taking a step back to allow me access. I looked down at her while she looked down at the floor. Taking each of those warm breasts in my hands, I could already feel her nipples harden against my eager palms. 

I bent slightly to take them in my mouth, sucking on them as her own child must have done although I'm sure the youngsters never heard the moans of lust escaping from the younger woman's lips as I did while I ran my wet tongue round them, teasing them, teasing her. When I trapped them between my lips, each in turn, I could feel her arching her back slightly, almost feeding her breasts to me, almost forcing me to suck even more of her delightful flesh into my hungry mouth. Against all my instincts, I released her tits and stepped back, allowing her mother to continue to undress her. 

Sally turned her daughter to face her, away from me, and reached for the waistband of Nicola's jeans. As they both became desperate to get them off, the younger woman's inner whore already released, I simply watched as her knickers were revealed. I didn't know what they looked like from the front but from the back they were a sexy surprise. Instead of the full cotton briefs that I was expecting, all I saw was a tiny strap of material that ran up between her round cheeks. I would never have described Nicola as the thong-wearing type but that was exactly what I saw before my eyes.

As her mother continued to pull her jeans down her legs, revealing first her smooth thighs, then down all the way until the jeans rested at her ankles, I moved in close once again. As soon as Nicola stepped out of her jeans, I spun her back round to face me and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward, I first of all kissed all over her belly, delighting in the way she squirmed, before I began to kiss my way downwards.

Kissing her through her panties, knowing that the wet spot on them was not caused by me but by her arousal, I slowly slid the small piece of lace to one side and, for the first time, kissed her on her soft lips. Without even being asked she spread her legs slightly and allowed me to part those lips with my fingers before I surprised both her and myself as one of those fingers slipped easily inside. That one finger quickly became two as I began to plunge them deeper inside her. Proving herself to be the whore I already knew she could be, she tried to push my fingers deeper into her and begged me to make her cum. That's when I stopped.

"You will cum when I say so, my little whore, and not before. Now follow your mother to my bedroom."

I marched ahead of them, wanting to be naked when they appeared, just as I had been for Sally the week before. As I stripped off, however, I was surprised to hear raised voices. They may have been trying to keep it to themselves but mother and daughter were obviously arguing about something.

A few moments later, however, as I stood there waiting, my cock desperate to join in the action, the bedroom door nudged open and in came Sally on her hands and knees. Like the good little slut that she was, she had removed her knickers but still wore her basque, stockings and shoes. Nicola on the other hand was naked, except for her knickers. Now I knew what they had been arguing about; Sally knew how she should present herself in her master's bedroom; Nicola obviously had still to learn that lesson.

What intrigued me even further, however, was the fact that the younger woman's eyes could not leave the sight of her mother's gorgeous arse as she followed Sally into my room. At least her mother had convinced her to enter on all fours. I wondered what she would think if she knew her daughter was eyeing her most private parts with such a hunger in her eyes.

"On the bed, whore."

Nicola had still not become accustomed to being addressed like this and, even though she was almost naked in a strange man's house, in a strange man's bedroom, even though she was almost naked in front of that man and in front of her mother, she still blushed at my words. Climbing on to the bed, she lay down on her back and awaited her fate.

Sally and I approached, one on either side of the bed and took the younger woman's hands in our own. Nicola wasn't too sure what was happening, as she hadn't seen this in any of the photos and her mother had obviously not prepared her for it.

She looked on fearfully as Sally stretched her hand up to the headboard. By the time she had secured Nicola's wrist to the silk scarf that hung there, I had similarly secured her other arm and the young whore was trapped.

Sally watched in bemusement as I now moved to the bottom of the bed and lifted her daughter's leg. I hadn't told her about this but I wanted to keep them both on their toes. Instructing her to follow my lead, I lifted Nicola's leg up towards the headboard too and waited until Sally did the same. Now she knew what the extra scarves were for and, without instruction, tied her daughter's leg into position. 

"Pull down your daughter's knickers, Sally."

There is something incredibly sexy about a woman with her knickers around her knees or ankles; something revealing yet restrictive; sensual yet submissive. Nicola was obviously only aware of her position being deeply humiliating and, as Sally did as she what she was told, her daughter tried in vain to close her thighs.

"Much too late to try to preserve your modesty, my little whore. You have already disappointed me twice and now you must pay the price."

"Please, sir, When did I disappoint you? I didn't mean too."

"You hesitated when I told you to take off your coat. Whores are not allowed to hesitate. And your mother had obviously told you how you should be dressed when you come to me but you dared to come in her still wearing your slutty knickers. Well, you are about to learn that for every action there is a reaction. Blindfold her, Sally."

Her mother didn't even have to ask where the blindfold was but reached under the pillows and found it. Securing it behind her daughter's head, she stepped back like the obedient slut that she was and awaited further instructions. 

Nicola could do nothing but wait. In her current position she not only felt humiliated, she felt exposed, exposed to her mother and, worse still, her mother's boss, a man she had never met before today. Now she was lying on his bed, tied to his bed, and it wasn't just her pussy that was on show but her bottom and even her most private hole. She couldn't see her mother's face but she knew her own was burning hot and she imagined her mother's was too. Before she knew it, however, she had something else to worry about.

SLAP!

At a nod from me, Sally had brought her hand down on her daughter's round cheek. Nicola squealed in shock rather than pain but her whole body still tensed as she awaited her next blow.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Please, sir, please; I've learned my lesson. I won't disappoint you again."

Whether the blindfold had disorientated Nicola, I had no way of knowing but she obviously thought I was the one administering her spanking. I was happy to let her think this, especially as Sally had practically begged me in my office to be allowed to do so.

"Oh, I know you won't, Nicola, but just to make sure, I think we should continue."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Sally was working up a sweat now as her daughter writhed beneath her, her pussy lips leaking while her darkest hole seemed to be winking at us as she tried to escape her punishment.

"Please, sir, I'll be a good little whore. I'll be the best whore you've ever had."

Sally couldn't believe these words were coming from her innocent daughter's mouth and spanked her again.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

But Sally could feel her hand stinging a bit now, even if it wasn't stinging as much as her daughter's poor cheeks were. She didn't want to cause Nicola serious pain but she had been so turned on when she was spanked the week before that she wondered if she would be just as aroused if she was the one delivering the punishment. Given the fact that her pussy was dripping as much as her daughter's, the answer was obviously "yes".

Nicola felt more embarrassed than physically sore, although her bottom had never felt so warm in all her life. She was amazed at how soft her new master's hand was but she knew that being trussed up like this and spanked in front of her mother was thoroughly embarrassing and thoroughly arousing. She had fantasised about being spanked many times and now she knew the reality was just as wonderful as her dreams.

"I think that will do now. Let's lower your daughter's legs, Sally."

I undid the tie around her ankle on my side and watched as an exhausted Sally did the same on the other side. Lowering her legs to the bed, we watched as Nicola's face grimaced a little as her punished cheeks made contact with the bed but she lay there silently, a lesson well learned. Now it was Sally's turn to learn a lesson. I leaned across her daughter's body and whispered in her ear.

"Time for the next barrier to come down, my little slut. I want you to make your daughter cum with your tongue."

If anything had shocked Sally in our adventures before it had not had the effect on her that my last few words had. She looked at me in bewilderment. We had never discussed this; she had never agreed to it yet she knew the punishment for not doing as she was told. I had noticed that her bum cheeks had recovered from last week's spanking but I was sure she didn't want a repeat. Saying nothing else, I sat down and watched as this gorgeous older woman struggled with her emotions, her needs and her desires.

Something in her face told me that her desires had won out but something else told me she was ready to surprise me yet again.

Climbing on to the bed, she gently opened her daughter's legs and kneeled between them. Instead of leaning down and beginning with Nicola's pussy, she leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. My cock throbbed once more as I watched this gorgeous older woman's tongue penetrate the soft lips of the younger woman beneath her. 

Lingering there for only a moment, savouring the experience of her daughter responding with kisses just as urgent as her own, she began to kiss down Nicola's neck, down her chest, until she was poised above a delightful pair of breasts so similar to her own. 

Taking a deep breath as she always seemed to do when she was about to take a step into unknown territory, she began to caress her daughter's nipples with her wet tongue. Nicola reacted just as she had earlier when I had sucked on her breasts. Although her hands were still tied to the bed, she thrust her body up, trying to feed her sensitive nipples deeper into her unseen lover's warm mouth.

Sally had never done this before but she knew what she liked when someone sucked on her breasts even though it had become a very rare occurrence at home recently. She imagined her daughter would like the same things and, sucking Nicola's large nipples into her mouth, one after the other, she held them between her lips and continued to lash at them with her tongue. The moans of pleasure coming from the bound woman at her mercy told her she was doing the right thing.

But she knew the moment couldn't be put off for much longer and, reluctantly releasing her daughter's breasts, she looked down at what was waiting for her between Nicola's legs. She had deliberately avoided staring at her daughter's pussy until now but there was an unmistakeable scent of arousal in the room and she couldn't discern if it was her own, her daughter's, or if it belonged to them both.

Shuffling back just a little, she slid her daughter's knickers down and off her legs. Handing them to me, she watched as I sniffed at them, inhaling Nicola's scent before I handed them back and watched as she did the same. 

Sally had never failed to surprise me and she didn't fail at this point either. Not content with sniffing at her daughter's knickers, her tongue sneaked out and tentatively ran up the length of the crotch, tasting her daughter's arousal in preparation for tasting it at it's source. Sudden;y seeming to realise what she had done, her face blushed furiously as she handed Nicola's panties back to me.

Lying down between Nicola's legs and pushing her own hands under then over the younger woman's thighs, her fingers rested just above her daughter's cunt. She realised her hand wouldn't be free to do what it had to do in that position and it didn't look like Nicola was going to struggle with her so she pulled her hand back and gently pulled her daughter's lips apart, amazed at how wet she already was but knew that she was just as wet too.




Slut for a Day Ch. 03



I watched, mesmerised, as Sally seemed to stare at her daughter's already engorged clit for just a second, swollen enough to have escaped from its hood, and once again, this amazing woman took a deep breath before moving her head forward. She ran her tongue along her daughter's soft lips and tasted the first pussy in her sheltered life, loving the taste, loving the softness, loving her daughter.

Nicola was obviously loving it too because she moaned in delight.

"Please, master, please don't stop."

Sally did stop just for a moment and looked over at me but I simply nodded for her to continue. I had no intention of letting the little whore know that it was her mother who was giving her so much pleasure. Not yet.

As Sally moved her tongue up one of her daughter's swollen lips and down the other, she couldn't help but notice again how swollen the younger woman's clit also was. Nicola was now moaning almost continually, her hips moving off the bed, urgently feeding her pussy to her skillful lover. Pleasure was flooding through her whole body, all the way from her cunt. No-one had ever eaten her like this and she was so grateful to her mother for introducing her to this wonderful man. Tied as she was to the headboard, she could do nothing but lie back and give herself up to the most wonderful of sensations.

Sally may not have known what she was doing when she started but she was a quick learner and when she began to pay attention to her daughter's clit, the younger woman nearly leapt off the bed.

"Yes, master, yes! Lick my clit! Right there! Lick me right there!"

Sally was amazed once more, both at her daughter's lust and at her own prowess. She decided to do exactly what Nicola told her to do and continued the assault with her tongue while her daughter contuned to squirm beneath her. She threw her head back on the pillow as her entire body thrashed on the bed and both women recognised she didn't have much longer to go. So did I. it was time to take off the blindfold.

Silently, I got up from my seat and moved back to beside the bed. Reaching over, never taking my eyes off my slut eating my whore's pussy, I untied the thin lace at the back of Nicola's head and let her see just who was lying between her legs. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, trying as she was not to cum just yet, but the first thing she saw was my cock throbbing in front of her face and she looked mystified. When the realisation of what was happening dawned on her, she looked shocked as she turned her face to look down on the beautiful sight of her own mother eating her pussy. 

At first, she couldn't say anything. Her whole body was consumed by lust and her hips bounced against Sally's face. Meanwhile, my hands were everywhere, caressing her belly, her hips, her thighs, every single part of her body they could reach, causing ripples of pleasure wherever they touched. She was as aroused as she had ever been, and was just about to cum when she found her voice again.

"Suck my clit, Mother. Lick my clit. Make me cum. Please make me cum, Mother," she begged as she had never begged before. 

And Sally did just as her beloved daughter wanted. Her tongue urgently lapped at the younger woman's swollen clit, pushing Nicola finally over the edge, her thighs clamping tightly against her mother's face. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, ecstatically. 

Sally's mouth totally engulfed the tiny clit that was giving so much pleasure and sucked for all she was worth. Just as with her daughter's nipples earlier, she continued to lash at that small button for several, very noisy, minutes. 

Nicola was now going mad beneath her mother, her hips frantic as she trapped the older woman between her legs and rode the waves of the biggest, most disgraceful orgasm she had ever had. 

Abruptly, Nicola's whole body seemed to go into a spasm before she fell silent and fell back on to the bed. She smiled now, a satisfied, smug smile as her legs finally released her mother. Sally wasn't quite finished, however, and remained where she was, happy to swallow all the juices her daughter had just provided, eager not to miss a drop. Her own pussy was dripping too and she wondered if I would allow her to cum too. 

I was more than happy to grant her wish, just not in the way she imagined. 

"Sally, sit on your daughter's face."

Before the shocked older woman could react, her daughter spoke up.

"Please, sir, may I be so bold as to ask if I can lie between my mother's legs the way she did to me.?"

Not wanting to ruin such a touching mother-daughter scene, I agreed and sat back down again, ready for another show. Sally was obviously unsure about this turn of events but undid the ties on Nicola's wrists and, as the younger woman moved to the side, she took her daughter's place, lying down on the very spot the younger woman had vacated.

Nicola lay beside her mother and moved in for a kiss. I watched intently as both mouths opened and each woman's tongue sought out the other. Mother and daughter's lips pressed together as Nicola's hands gently slid over the breasts of the woman who had just given her such an amazing orgasm and to whom she wanted to return the favour. 

Her hands were busy but I could see how desperate she was to get her mouth on her mother's gorgeous breasts and she began to move her tongue downwards, not stopping until she was licking one of Sally's sensitive nipples. It was fully erect and I knew from recent experience how wonderful the tiny ridges would be feeling against her soft tongue. We both smiled as we heard her mother moaning in pleasure, but Nicola also took it as encouragement to continue. I'm sure Sally meant it to be so but the thought of her naked daughter sucking on her naked breasts while her naked boss looked on was still enough to turn her face bright red and she flushed in embarrassment and lust. 

When Nicola moved over to her mother's other breast and began playing with her mother's other nipple, she was practically lying on top of the older woman, the sight of their naked bodies squirming together was doing wonderful, torturous things to my impatient cock. Sally was just as impatient and, even though she knew what her actions would mean, she began to push her daughter's head down, down to where they both wanted her to be. 

Sally would never know and Nicola would certainly never tell her, but she had eaten quite a few pussies in her life, but always those of her very close friends who were all about her age. She had never seen the pussy of a more mature woman and had never believed she would see her mother's, although she had often fantasised about it. Now she looked closely at Sally's beautiful, engorged lips and equally engorged clit. Her mother's scent the strongest and the most arousing she had ever known. She watched in amazement as some of the older woman's pussy juices trickled down onto her thighs and she knew she couldn't hold back any longer. Nor did she intend to but before she started she pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed and told her mother to raise her hips.

Sally did as she was told but I could tell she was as bemused as I was when Nicola pushed the pillow under her mother's backside then settled between the older woman's outstretched legs. With Sally's pussy only inches away, she sucked her middle finger into her mouth and I realised what she was up to. Working her finger between Sally's raised cheeks, she slowly inserted her finger into the older woman's tightest hole then, just as slowly, began to slide it in and out. 

Finally, with her finger busy in her mother's arse, and her other hand wrapped around her mother's thigh, stopping her from squirming away, Nicola leaned forward and began to lick at the wettest pussy she had seen in a long time. It tasted even better than in her dreams and her mother's aroma as her pussy leaked ever more was intoxicating. 

Sally was excited beyond belief. Ashamed, yes; embarrassed even, but nothing could take away from what her daughter was doing to her pussy as the younger woman nibbled at her lips before lapping the full length of her slit, swallowing every drop of her own mother's juices that she could find. The finger sliding into her most private hole had been a surprise, a shock, but now it was just wonderful and she wanted more and more from the whore between her legs. 

I watched from my seat as Sally writhed under her daughter's touch, her head tossing from side to side. I watched Nicola too as her mouth moved in time with the upward thrusts of her mother's hips as she strove to feed her pussy to her daughter. I could only imagine what they both felt as the younger woman continued to invade the older one's arsehole but whatever it was neither of them seemed to have any intention of stopping. 

Sally's moaning was becoming louder, her breathing faster as her daughter worked harder and harder to bring her mother to orgasm. Nicola's tongue was travelling up the length of her mother's dripping slit, hitting her clit before travelling all the way down again, tormenting her mother, keeping her on the very edge of bliss. Although the body beneath her was thrashing ever more wildly, Nicola kept her mouth firmly in place as she continued licking the pussy that was about to erupt. 

Sally's legs were wide open now, presenting her pussy fully to her daughter, but she had one final plea to make.

"Please, Nicola, please. Suck my clit! Please suck it!" 

The younger girl wanted nothing more than to please her mother and did exactly as the older woman had begged her to do. She sucked Sally's clit into her mouth, sucked it in and lashed it with her tongue, just as her mother had done to her. She didn't know if she was more aroused by the fact that she was finally eating the pussy of the woman she loved so much or by the fact that her mother was acting like such a slut, begging for more. 

Suddenly she felt hands on the back of her head pushing her mouth even more firmly against her mother's pussy, so all she could do was suck harder and fuck the other woman's arse even deeper, even faster, with her finger. She sucked and she fucked while her mother squeezed her with her thighs before her back arched and every muscle in her body seemed to convulse. Her pussy rammed hard against her daughter's face one last time before her body relaxed, her arms and legs releasing Nicola's head. 

As the younger woman leaned back, looking down on her satisfied, naked mother with pride, love and, most of all, lust, I told them both to get off the bed and kneel before me.

It was time for me, and my cock, to join the action.

Sally knew what was next in store for her and her daughter and had an alternative suggestion.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the bed, sir?"

The idea of lying back with a naked woman on either side of me was not unappealing.

"Yes, my little slut, I think that is an excellent idea. Lie down beside me, one of you on either side, facing my cock."

The three of us moved on to the bed and I prepared for the blowjob of my life. Sally held her daughter's hand across my lap and, with her other hand, started to play with my neglected cock. Certain that Nicola had never sucked a man before she began to instruct the younger woman.

"Look how hard it is, Nicola," she encouraged her daughter. "Come closer; it won't hurt you."

Nicola smiled nervously at me but I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more sinister behind that smile, as if she was simply acting at being so innocent for her mother's sake. My cock didn't seem to mind what the reason behind her smile was as it twitched in anticipation. 

Sally slid her hand down to the base of my cock before, taking her usual deep breath and looking her daughter in the eye, leaned down and began to lick on my hard shaft. Keeping her tongue soft at first, she lapped all over my dick before she gave it a long, slow lick, all the way to the tip.

As Nicola looked on intently, her mother opened her lips and took me into her warm, wet mouth. I watched as her lips slid down then back up again before she raised her head and smiled at the younger woman. Nicola looked on nervously as her mother did it again, leaning ever closer to get a better view. Her mother raised her head once more.

"Want to try?"

Pulling her daughter even closer, Sally took her daughter by the hand and wrapped the younger woman's fingers around my cock. Both of them looked back at me, as if waiting for instruction, but I was more than happy to let them continue what they were doing. Without any further words, Nicola lowered her head and took me into her mouth.

She felt just as warm, just as wet as her mother had moments before but the fact that it was her mother feeding me to her gave the whole situation an extra thrill. Sally looked back at me with something like pride in her eyes as her daughter proceeded to follow her mother's instructions to the letter and slid her soft lips up and down my cock, still holding it at the base. 

For a moment she stopped, looked up at me uncertainly, as if she needed confirmation that she was doing it right. I simply smiled back at her, eager for her to continue. As if reassured, she returned to her task with more eagerness then finesse but by that point I wasn't complaining. I had a younger woman's mouth around my cock and her mother lying beside me for extra stimulation --as if either my cock or I needed that.

Nicola began to bury me deeper into her mouth but I began to suspect once again that this was not the first time she had done this when she removed her mouth, still pumping my cock with her hand, and began to lick my balls. It was the most amazing feeling but I'm not sure who was more surprised, me or her mother.

It didn't seem to matter either way because as her daughter seemed to be enjoying playing with my balls, Sally leaned forward and took me in her mouth again. I can't begin to describe how it felt to have two women seemingly solely concentrating on giving me pleasure but all I could do was lie there and thank God that I was a man.

As the daughter licked me and the mother sucked me I knew I was never going to last too long. My cock had been ignored until now but the two women were obviously making up for it. The muscles in my legs tightened and I could feel that familiar tingling just before my cum started to rise.

The first shot filled Sally's mouth before she raised her head and pointed me at her daughter. Nicola squealed in delight and shock as the next spurt hit her across the nose. Turning my cock back on herself, Sally pumped me together with her daughter and waited to be branded the slut she had become. I didn't disappoint her as the final shot streaked across her cheeks before she smeared the sensitive tip of my cock across her own lips and those of her daughter.

As Nicola raised her hand to wipe her face clean, her mother stopped her, kissed her with a load of my cum still on her tongue before giving her daughter her final instruction.

"A whore and a slut should always have cum on their face."

I couldn't have put it better myself.



Slut for a Day Ch. 04



It was me who was knocking on the door this time and it was Sally who opened it. She welcomed me in to her smart suburban home and led me through to the living room where her daughter, Nicola, was waiting. Only a few days earlier they had both been kneeling at my feet, naked, with my cum dripping from their faces after the best blowjob I had ever had.

Even then, kneeling beside her naked mother, I saw something in her face that told me Nicola was not used to being the submissive one in any sort of relationship. I took her though to another room, leaving Sally on her knees, and asked her what was going on. She hesitated at first but then told me the full story.

"I've lusted after my mother ever since I knew what lust was," she admitted. "I've always wanted to see what lay beneath the respectable image of wife and mother that she has always shown to the world. I've suspected for a long time that there was more going on than she was ready to admit to but never knew how to raise the subject. Then when she told me what had happened with you I know this could my chance."

This was the last thing I had expected but we discussed exactly what she wanted to do with the older woman waiting for us in the next room and today was to be the culmination of that plan.

Nicola indicated that I should sit beside her on the couch while Sally was told to stand in front of us.

"Mother, I've always known you were secretly a slut in saint's clothing and the things you have been getting up to with Sandy prove this. Well, your sins have caught you out and now you will have to pay the price for your indiscretions. You no longer have just a Master but a Mistress too. I will be giving the orders today and Sandy will be recording everything we do. I'm not even going to ask you if you agree because I know you crave being ordered around. Today we will find out just how far you are prepared to go. Turn around."

I could see that Sally was tempted to disobey but one glare from her daughter was enough to change her mind and she did as she had been told. I was busy meanwhile making sure my camera was in working order, ready to record every single moment of what promised to be a wondrous day.

"Lift up your skirt."

Sally could feel herself getting quite warm between her thighs but, even more, she could feel her face burning with embarrassment as she prepared to expose herself to her daughter and her boss. She had already done so, and so much more, but here, in her own home, it somehow seemed worse, more wicked, more depraved, more deliciously sinful. She leaned forward to grasp the hem of her skirt and grasped the hem, pulling it up as instructed. It wasn't easy: although her skirt was of a respectable length as always, it was quite tight. She had to wiggle her bottom a bit as she pulled it up her legs, up over her smooth thighs, up until her bottom was revealed to her new Mistress and her Master.

It was such a beautiful sight. She was wearing stockings (as she had been instructed to do by Nicola) which were held up by a black lace garter belt with matching lace knickers. Everyone in the room knew her bum was one of her most enticing features and her lacy knickers presented her round cheeks in a very sensual manner. 

"Bend over," was the next command from the couch.

It had been a long time since Sally had been asked to do this by her husband. He used to love the way she would flirtatiously lean forward, showing off her bottom, then smile back at him. But this was the first time she had done so in front of her daughter and the last thing she felt like doing was smiling. The pose seemed to accentuate her cheeks even more and she could feel her knickers pulling tight around them. The cheeks on her face were bright red.

"You know what to do, mother. Pull them down."

Taking a deep breath, she awkwardly threw her skirt up and over her back then reached behind herself to pull down her knickers. Even though she had known what was coming, she couldn't believe her daughter was making her perform like this. Because there was no other word for it; Nicola was forcing her mother to "perform" like a cheap slut and Sally knew that anyone who looked closely at the crotch of her knickers would know exactly how much she was secretly enjoying it. 

She took hold of her knickers' waistband and slowly, slowly, slid them down. She didn't know why she was doing it like that but she hoped her audience of two were enjoying it. 

I, of course, certainly was enjoying it, putting down the camera for a minute to enjoy the sight of Sally's backside being revealed. I knew how this must be making her feel but I suspected she would be enjoying it almost as much as I was, even if she would never admit it to herself. As her knickers came further down, I picked up the camera again, my cock beginning to stir as the crack between her cheeks was fully exposed. 

"Stop there, mother."

Sally struggled to stay bent over but did as she was told. Her daughter's next instruction, however, made her face burn even brighter.

"Now pull your fat cheeks apart. Let's see what you're trying to hide."

Sally shuddered in embarrassment. She already felt sufficiently humiliated in this position but to have to do as Nicola instructed would be so shameful. No-one had ever looked at her there, not even her husband. He had never suggested it and she had never offered, preferring to think that one part of her body at least was private. Now her own daughter was telling her to show it off.

"Do you need to be reminded who's in charge here, mother?" asked Nicola in a threatening tone that Sally had never heard before.

Before the younger woman could get up from the couch, Sally reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands, at the same time her head lowering in total humiliation. She had never felt so ashamed but she knew that it wasn't just her burning cheeks that were being affected; her pussy was leaking so much that it must have been obvious to her boss and her daughter. 

"Very nice, mother. You may stand up now."

Sally was relieved to let go of her cheeks and straighten up. She did, however, wonder what her daughter was going to demand of her next – and she had every right to be worried. She began to pull her knickers up when Nicola stopped her.

"Leave them where they are, mother, and come over here."

Sally let her skirt fall back down and waddled more than walked towards us, trying not to let her knickers fall down around her ankles. Taking little steps, but with her legs wide open to stop her underwear falling down, she eventually stood deferentially in front of us.

"Take a seat, mother."

I got up and Sally smiled in gratitude as if I was offering her my place like a gentleman should. In truth, I knew what was coming next and I wanted the two women to have as much room as possible. I also wanted to be in the best position to record Nicola playing with her mother.

The younger woman slid closer to her mother until their thighs were pressing against each other. I could practically see the heat coming off the sexy mother and daughter and had to readjust my straining cock within the confines of my trousers. 

Nicola slowly began to run her fingers up and down her mother's stockings and, as I watched Sally for a reaction, the older woman instinctively moved her legs further apart. I watched further as Nicola pulled her mother's skirt up and moved her hand quickly too the bare skin above Sally's stockings. I knew she would be revelling in the smoothness of her mother's thigh just as I had done only a few days ago.

Not content with that, however, she moved her hand over to her mother's wonderful pussy, found her moist slit and slipped her insistent fingers inside. I knew she would find her mother's juices flowing but I turned my camera to Sally's face again, wanting to record her reaction to having her daughter play with her pussy in front of her boss.

She was doing her best to remain calm and detached but, as her daughter's fingers delved deeper, I heard a small gasp from her mouth and watched as her legs spread just a little wider. Nicola heard it too and smiled.

"You like having my fingers in your cunt, mother, don't you? You like me playing with your wet pussy. Well you don't want too much of a good thing, do you?"

And with that she withdrew her fingers, leaving her mother bereft of the pleasure that had been building nicely deep within. Nicola looked her mother in the eye and brought her sticky fingers to her mouth, then closed her eyes and savoured the taste of the older woman's juices. One by one she licked her fingers clean before opening her eyes and smiling at her mother first, then at me and my camera.

"Time for you to do something for me, mother. Get down on your knees. Time for you to taste me."

I can tell Sally was shocked, although she must have known this was going to happen. Nicola was obviously going to enjoy using her as much as I had and Sally's submissive impulses kicked in again as she slid off the couch and kneeled in front of her daughter. 

Nicola beckoned for her to come forward and Sally did as she was instructed, shuffling on her knees. As she did so her daughter lifted her skirt, opened her legs, and the older woman found herself inches from Nicola's knickers. Even I could smell the heady aroma wafting up as I stood over them, armed as ever with my camera. 

Nicola put her hand on the back of her mother's head and drew her even closer, placing her mouth just above her pussy, covered by the tiny piece of material that was her thong. Sally knew what was expected of her and began to suck on her daughter's skimpy underwear. I watched, amazed, as, without any further instruction, Sally began to run her tongue up and down her daughter's hidden slit.

Nicola moaned in pleasure as she moved her hips forward and signalled her pleasure at what her mother was doing to her. Just as Sally reached up and pulled her daughter's thong to one side, Nicola stopped her and stood up.

She was still fully dressed and had obviously decided that now was the time to change that. She quickly reached behind her back and opened the button on her waistband before lowering the zip, allowing her skirt to drop to the floor in front of her mother. This was exactly what I wanted as it allowed Sally and myself to get a clear look at the black thong that she had been licking only moments before. 

She stood there waiting and her mother eventually realised what was required of her, reaching up her hands and slowly pulling down her daughter's underwear. Nicola's thighs were still close together so, as Sally pulled down her thong, it seemed to slowly peel itself from her daughter's pussy and, as it travelled down her smooth thighs, it turned inside out, revealing a large wet spot that wasn't caused by her mother's tongue.

Nicola sat back down as her mother removed the soaking thong from around her daughter's ankles. She was about to throw it to the side then seemed to hesitate for a moment before raising the tiny garment to her face. I happily watched through the lens of my camera and recorded every minute as Sally first sniffed at her daughter's thong before, even more hesitatingly, stuck out her tongue and lapped the juices from the sodden crotch.

Nicola just smiled as she watched her mother's performance before leaning back and raising her legs, giving both Sally and myself a perfect view of her dripping cunt. Her lips were swollen and Nicola wasted no time before she placed her hand on her mother's head and pulled her forward the last few inches. I was sure I heard a moan from Sally just as her mouth touched her daughter's pussy and she began tasting the younger woman once again.

I had no doubt that Nicola's pussy was the only one her mother had ever tasted and she was by no means an expert. On the other hand, she had rediscovered in my bed what she liked when her pussy was being eaten and seemed to do just what I had done to her before.

With trembling hands, she spread her daughter's lips and licked up and down the inside of them, both women now seeming to enjoy every passing second. Sally lapped at her daughter slowly, lovingly almost, her tongue gently pushing deeper with each lick. I watched as her wet tongue pushed inside Nicola's wet pussy as far as it could go and listened as Nicola's moans of pleasure got louder and louder.

Almost as if she wanted to prolong this experience, Sally withdrew at that point only to have the hand on her head push her insistently forward again, her daughter desperate for release. Sally seemed just as desperate to please her daughter and her tongue began searching again, taking long, long licks of Nicola's pussy, coating itself with her daughter's juices. 

Nicola's hips began to rise off the couch but, apart from that, she seemed almost calm, serene even. Her mother obviously had other ideas though and deliberately moved slightly upward, her tongue now attacking Nicola's sensitive clit. The younger woman arched her back and a low groan escaped her lips, just as her mother clamped her lips around that engorged bud. 

"Yes, mother, you dirty slut. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

Sally had no intention of stopping but seemed to be spurred on by her daughter calling her a slut. As her tongue continued her attack on her daughter's clit, she easily inserted two fingers deep into Nicola's gaping cunt. It only took a couple of hard thrusts and more frantic tongue flicks to finally do what they both wanted her to do. Nicola's hips were now high off the couch, straining to take her mother deeper before she let out an almighty scream and covered Sally's fingers and chin with an explosion of juices. Her whole body seemed to spasm and the older woman continued to help her daughter to ride the waves of her orgasm until Nicola finally collapsed back on to the couch with a look of absolute bliss on her face.

Sally leaned back on to her heels and watched her daughter recover, a look of satisfaction on her own face, a face that my camera recorded as being covered in the results of Nicola's orgasm. Finally she opened her eyes.

"You did well, my little slut. Now you must attend to your master."

As Sally fell forward on to her hands and began to crawl towards me, fully immersed in her submissive role, Nicola stopped her.

"No, mother; not here. Let's go through to your bedroom."

I thought for a moment that Sally was going to protest before her head dropped once more, she got to her feet, stepped out of her knickers which had fallen to the floor, and led us through to the room, and the bed, that she shared with her husband. Once in the bedroom, she turned to face us. It was time for Nicola to take charge again.

"Time for you to get naked, mother. Take off your blouse. Let's see those big tits again."

Reaching up, Sally began to do as she was told, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. It wasn't a striptease, Sally was too nervous for that but, as Nicola and I sat down on the edge of the bed, I felt my cock throb once more at the thought of seeing this amazing woman nude. When she reached the last button and pulled her blouse open I could see she was wearing a lacy bra to match the lacy knickers that I had picked up on our way through to the bedroom. They were now buried in my pocket for use once I got back home. Sally pulled her arms out of the sleeves and dropped her blouse on the floor.

She stood, trying to hold on to her dignity but Nicola's next instruction caused her to blush anew and hang her head in shame.

"Now the bra, mother."

Reaching behind herself, Sally did as she was told and began to unhook her bra but that wasn't enough for Nicola.

"Look at us while you do it, mother."

Sally was clearly struggling but, after only a moment's hesitation, she lifted her eyes and continued to peel off her bra. Both Nicola and I had seen them before and both of us had lusted after them for a long, long time but to see this modest housewife and mother revealing her breasts in her own bedroom was such a turn on that as I shifted my position to find my cock some room in my trousers, I realised Nicola was also squirming, obviously desperate to get her hands on her mother again.

"You have gorgeous tits, mother. I'm so glad I inherited them from you. I wonder if you like playing with your nipples the way I do. Why don't you try it?"

Again there was a slight hesitation, almost as if Sally wasn't sure what was being asked of her, before she raised her hands to her breasts and began to rub her thumbs over her nipples. I picked up the camera again, sure that I would enjoy watching this scene again and again, especially tonight when I had her knickers wrapped around my cock.

It didn't take long for her nipples to begin to harden and Nicola could wait no longer. Beckoning her mother to come forward, she gently moved Sally's hands aside and replaced them with her own. 

"Do you like that, mother?"

"Yes, you know I do." Sally's face was bright red but her breathing was also quickening and Nicola obviously knew how to stimulate her mother.

"You're such a whore, mother, letting your own daughter play with your tits in your own bedroom."

Leaning closer, the younger woman slowly ran her tongue around one of her mother's swollen nipples. When Sally gasped in pleasure, Nicola ran her tongue round once more before sucking her mother's nipple in between her soft lips. Sucking on it as she had done many years ago, she then moved across to the other one and as I recorded the moment my cock practically cried out for release. 

As Nicola concentrated on her mother's breasts, I got up and stood behind Sally, slowly lowering the zip on her skirt before pulling it down over her hips until it fell to the floor. .She stood naked before us now, naked except for her stockings and high-heeled shoes, and those were staying where they were. I noticed that Sally's body was almost rigid now as she endured the assault from front and back but I was sure I could soon loosen her up.

As Nicola began to suck harder, practically swallowing half her mother's breast into her mouth, I ran my hands down Sally's back before cupping her round arse cheeks and squeezing them hard. Once again, Sally caught her breath but almost sighed in relief when I moved one hand round to the front and whispered in her ear.

"Open your legs, slut."

As Nicola continued to tongue each of her mother's nipples in turn, alternating that with taking as much of her tits into her mouth as she could, I slid my hand between Sally's slightly parted legs and began to run one finger along the length of her slit. As I pressed harder against her wet lips, she moaned in appreciation and lust, and I could feel the heat from her body and the heat from her pussy. 

As one finger became two, I moved round to join Nicola at the front and looked at the poor woman before us, her emotions all over the place but her body wanting even more.

"Do you like us playing with your body, Sally?"

All she could do was bite her bottom lip and nod her head, unable to trust herself to speak. But I wanted to hear her speak.

"Tell me, Sally, what you like."

"I like you touching me there," she managed to whisper.

"Touch you where, Sally? You like me to touch you here? You like me to touch your pussy?"

"Yes." Again, no more than a whisper.

"Say it, Sally; say the words."

"I like you touching my pussy."

Her eyes were fixed shut now, whether from embarrassment or from arousal I wasn't sure but, to reward her, I drove my fingers deep into her wet pussy, drawing out a yelp of pleasure from her.

"Do you want me to stop, Sally? Do you want me to stop playing with your pussy?"

"No, sir. Please don't stop."

"Then beg me, Sally. Tell me what you want me to do."

There was silence in the room for a moment; even Nicola held her breath as she waited for her respectable mother to beg to be finger fucked.




Slut for a Day Ch. 04



"Please, sir, please play with my pussy. Please fuck me, sir. Please!"

"Your wish is my command, my little slut," and I did just as she asked.

I eased my fingers out but thrust them back in again and Sally moaned deeply before opening her legs wider, trying to give me even greater access. I began to pump in and out and I thought for a moment that it was only my hand that was helping her to stay on her feet. Her legs were trembling and her whole body was starting to shake. But it wasn't Sally's turn to cum; my cock had waited long enough and I withdrew my fingers leaving her on the very edge and almost crying in frustration.

Nicola released her mother's breasts at the same time and I fed her one of my fingers to her to cleanse it of her mother's juices. This she did hungrily before I slid it out of her greedy mouth and offered the other one to Sally.

"Suck it."

I think she was ready to refuse, almost pouting at being denied her orgasm, but one glare from me was enough to remind her who was in charge and she parted her lips. I slid my finger between them and let her taste herself, knowing that she would love it as much as Nicola and I did. 

While her mother sucked on my finger, Nicola was opening my trousers, obviously keen to see her mother sucking on something else. Neither I nor my cock were going to argue. Sally stepped back a little as her daughter pulled my trousers down and finally released my aching, dripping cock.

"Kneel down, mother; I don't think this will take long." Taking my desperate cock in her hand, she rubbed the tip along her mother's lips, smearing them with my pre-cum. I sat down on the bed again and Sally positioned herself between my open legs. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and I could have sworn there was a look of hunger in her eyes. 

She raised those beautiful eyes to mine and wrapped her soft hand around my hard cock. She squeezed it at first then began to move her hand up and down the full length, her actions showing that she was much more used to doing this than playing with herself. Her other hand took hold of my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze as she continued to pump my throbbing cock faster and faster. 

"Okay, Sally, enough of that. Time to bring your mouth into the action."

She rose a little higher on her knees and opened her mouth. When I heard a moan I thought at first it was myself moaning in pleasure as I felt her warm mouth surround my cock but, looking to the side, I noticed that Nicola had picked up my camera and was recording her mother sucking another man's cock while he sat on her father's bed.

Sally's lips began to slide down my length as she pursed her lips around it and I watched in delight as my lucky cock disappeared into her willing mouth. She wasn't moving very fast but Nicola was obviously enjoying the sight and I was enjoying every single second.

"Deeper, mother; take it deeper."

Sally did as she was told, going just a little further with each bob of her head.

"I guess that's something else I inherited from you then, mother. All my boyfriends say I'm a natural cocksucker; now I can see where I get it from. You really know how to take it deep, don't you?"

I looked down on Sally's red face; almost as red as the lipstick she had smeared on the length of my cock and had to agree with her daughter.

"Oh, yes. Your mother gives an excellent blowjob and we're just about to see the result."

Sally's head began to bob even faster and I wondered if she was desperate to get this over with or desperate for a mouthful of cum. Either way, both wishes were about to be fulfilled. My hips were starting to thrust against her face 

"Look at the camera, mother."

Sally kept on sucking but twisted her face just a little to follow her daughter's instructions. Nicola was making sure she didn't miss a thing and moved in even closer to get a close-up. I took hold of the head bobbing in my lap, forcing myself ever deeper down her throat. My own legs started to tremble now and I knew I was close.

So too did Sally and, just for a moment, she hesitated, not sure if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or not. Well, it really wasn't her choice. Almost before I knew it was happening the first spurt filled her mouth and she started to pull away. I let her do it but, with one hand still on her head, I didn't let her go too far. The next spurt hit her across the nose, followed by one that almost went into her eye. My final shot landed on her chin and began to dribble down.

"Final shot, mother."

Sally turned to face her daughter once again, knowing that her face must look a mess and knowing too that we now had even more evidence of just what a slut she was.

As my cock began to shrink, thoroughly satisfied, Nicola was ready for some more.

"Up on to the bed, mother. Let's have you on your hands and knees. I know it was you who spanked me at Sandy's. Now it's my turn."

As Sally climbed on to the bed she shared with her husband, Nicola told her to face the headboard. I watched, bemused, as Nicola walks round to the other side of the bed with a bag in her hand, one she had obviously planted earlier. Bending down she retrieved something from the bag and when I saw what it was I could only smile.

She fastened one then the other handcuff to her mother's wrists then attached them to the headboard. Sally was left kneeling on her own bed, secured, exposed and totally defenceless as Nicola reached into her bag for one last item.

"My backside was burning for days after you spanked me, mother. Let's see how you handle a paddle."

Sally's head whipped round to see what her daughter was holding and whimpered when she saw the size of the paddle. It looked like a slightly elongated table-tennis bat but it was obviously not designed for playing games. Her head fell forward and this only seemed to accentuate the fact that her arse was in the air. 

"You have such a nice, round arse, mother. Let's see what it looks like with a bit more colour."

For a moment there wasn't a sound as Sally awaited her fate then suddenly Nicola raised her arm and the paddle came crashing down on her poor mother's cheek. Her mother shrieked as much in shock as in pain but there was a lot more to come. As she began to feel the warmth spreading across her cheek the paddle came crashing down again on the other side.

Sally by now had buried her face in the pillows, trying to stifle her screams, trying to escape her daughter. But there was no escape; no escape from Nicola and no escape from the paddle. Blow after blow rained down on the captive woman's upturned arse and Sally knew she could do nothing to stop it.

All of a sudden Nicola stopped. Sally dared to raise her head and I saw that her eyes were filled with tears. She told me later, however, that the pain, the submission, the absolute powerlessness of her situation had left her so aroused that she was even more desperate for someone to fuck her, to make her cum, to release all her pent up frustration. Looking at Nicola I saw that her face was flushed too; whether from exertion or from lust, I couldn't tell at that point but I suspected the latter.

Nicola climbed on to the bed beside her mother and began to smooth some sort of lotion over Sally's punished cheeks. The poor woman whimpered in gratitude but then I saw her daughter's finger slide slowly down between her cheeks. 

"Would you like me to be nice to your arse now, mother?" as she rubbed her greasy finger along the grove, lubricating it, before brushing gently over her mother's most private hole. Nicola let her finger slide down further to her mother's dripping pussy and coated her finger in Sally's juices before bringing them up to smear across her arsehole.

Sally wasn't sure what her daughter had in mind but she knew that Nicola was touching her where no-one touched her, not even her husband. She tried to pull away then remembered she was tied to the bed. She tried to clench her cheeks but it was impossible in that position. Her head fell back to the pillows, resigned, but this time it was from her shame at what her daughter was doing to her that she was trying to hide.

Nicola smiled at her mother's embarrassment but smiled even more when, after a few moments of rimming Sally's dirtiest hole, she felt her mother begin to push back against her finger.

"Well, you really are a slut, mother, aren't you? What does this mean? Do you want my finger up your arse?"

"Please, Nicola, I just want to cum. I don't care how you do it. Please just let me cum."

"As you wish, my little whore."

Nicola pressed more firmly and felt her mother's tight ring slowly stretch open to allow her finger to slide deep inside. Sally pressed her face deeper into the pillows but also pushed back, trying to take her daughter's finger deeper inside her. When Nicola pulled out she could feel her mother's hole tighten around her finger before she slid it back in again pushing as deep as she could go. 

I stood at the bottom of the bed with my camera taking one shot after another of this amazing scene. I could see the juices running down Sally's legs and I knew she couldn't be far from her long awaited orgasm. I was sure she would never have believed she would be cumming with her daughter's finger up her arse but, right at that moment, I think she was past caring. She was moaning in anticipation when Nicola suddenly withdrew her finger and her mother screamed in frustration.

"No! Please don't stop. Please don't stop!"

"Patience, my little slut-mother. I have something else in store for you."

With that she climbed off the bed and went back to her bag. I watched in disbelief as she attached some sort of leather harness around her hips and between her legs, then smiled as I realised what she was up to. Fastening a large dildo on to the harness, she climbed back on to the bed, holding her plastic cock in her hand.

I moved round to the side of the bed so I could get a clear view of this sexy woman as she prepared to fuck her equally as sexy mother. She told me to release her mother's arms and as soon as I did Sally rolled round onto her back. To say she was shocked at what her daughter was wearing between her legs was an understatement but she realised how much she needed that cock inside her and spread her legs willingly.

Nicola smiled one last time as she looked down on the wanton display of her mother and lifted the older woman's legs up to her shoulders. Teasingly she slid her cock up and down Sally's gaping slit, coating the plastic shaft in her mother's juices.

"You seem desperate, mother. How bad do you want it?"

"Please, Nicola. Please just put it in me. Please fuck me. Please make me cum."

Nicola's thrust was as hard as it was sudden and Sally felt her hips rise off the bed with the force of it. She never knew a woman could fuck another woman like this but now she was only too glad she could and only too glad it was her daughter who was fucking her. 

Nicola was no novice at using her strap-on and she plundered her mother's pussy with the finesse and skill of any man. Her thrusts were getting deeper and deeper, faster and faster as Sally's fists gripped hard on to the bed sheets while she spread her legs wider and wider, wanting every inch of her daughter's cock inside her.

"Please, Nicola. Please. I'm so close. Please fuck me. Harder!"

"Do it, mother. cum for me. Cum on your daughter's cock."

Sally screamed out, her daughter's words and her own need taking her over the edge. Her whole body shook in orgasm, her back arching off the bed, her hips bucking wildly as she came again and again.

When the waves finally stopped washing over her and her daughter slowly slid from her cunt, she smiled in total bliss and looked as if she could fall asleep there and then. Nicola, however, had other ideas and hoisted her mother's legs up just a fraction more.

"Nicola, what are you doing? I can't take any more."

"Of course you can, mother. When did a slut ever say no to a cock up her arse."

With a slow steady push, Nicola sank deep into her mother's virgin hole. As Sally struggled to escape a quick slap on her already sore cheek reminded her of who was in charge. And she lay back, resigned to giving her whole body to her daughter. With each thrust she could feel her darkest hole stretching wider and wondered if it would ever recover. Unbelievably she could feel her body responding to her daughter's cock and began to feel the first stirrings of yet another orgasm.

"That's it, slut-mother, cum on my cock. Cum for me with my cock up your arse."

Once again it was Nicola's words that sent her over the edge and her orgasm came hard and strong, just as strong as the last one. Nicola looked down on her mother writhing on the bed with a cock up her arse and knew there was now no doubt that her mother was the dirtiest slut she had ever known. 

As she slowed down and gently withdrew from her mother's ravaged hole, she smiled as Sally's body seemed to collapse in exhaustion, smiling because, as she climbed off the bed, I was climbing on.