Stories 18+ A Shemale Shock Orgasm

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Stories 18+ A Shemale Shock Orgasm
I was having a bad day.

I'd spilt coffee on myself on the drive to work. I'd gotten a rip in my nylons. And I'd forgotten my notes for tonight's interview.

My name is Sandra Carter, and if you live in the Philadelphia area, you've probably heard of me. I host an evening television show called 'Edgy Talk', and I'm fairly notorious for interviews that can border on the scandalous. My show is nothing like Jerry Springer's, but let's just say that the guests I interview are popular authors or other well-known forward thinkers, and they're far from stodgy. In movie terms, we don't get quite R-Rated, but we often stray pretty close. We don't throw chairs around, we just sit in them and discuss current topics with a twist, often taking questions and comments from the studio audience. My guests and I are often quite rude to them, and they love it. Even though tickets to the show are free, they're so sought-after they need to be obtained months in advance. The popularity of the show depends upon my guests' abilities to challenge traditional thinking, hence the name of the show.

But back to my misplaced notes. Usually I would send home my assistant Ashi, but deciding to hit three birds with one stone... four if you include that I wanted a super big gulp to get some caffeine for the evening that lay ahead... I headed home to change my blouse, put on a new pair of nylons, and get my notes so I could review them before my interview.

I saw that Natalie was home from school already, which was a bit surprising; she had cheerleader practice after school almost every day. Yet, as I glanced at the clock I realized it was almost five, which meant the traffic would be a nightmare, and I would be even further behind schedule than usual (fuck, I should have sent Ashi).

I hurried into the house, wanting to change, grab my notes, make a quick sandwich, gulp some caffeine and head back to work. I was so focused I rushed right past my daughter's open door oblivious to anything happening and if it weren't for a feminine voice ordering, "Beg me to fuck that slut box of yours, you little gnat," I likely wouldn't have even noticed the shock of my life.

I froze a couple feet past my daughter's door.

My daughter, who was a pretty strong-willed lady, like her mother, begged, "Please, Ocean, fuck me with that big dick of yours."

Ocean?

The teenage nerd across the street I occasionally hired to tutor Natalie with her math... like me, that was the one subject for which she had little aptitude and which, also like me, she thought was pointless. I mean seriously, I am very successful and have never needed to solve a problem where I needed the quadratic formula, or even an exponent.

Ocean?

The fashion disaster who was born in the wrong decade and the wrong country. Her fashion sense was outlandish, in crazy bright colours that always clashed with her oversized hot pink hairdo, and were more suitable for Japan and the animé books she loved reading. I only knew this because she was constantly trying to convince my daughter to 'only read at least one and you'll see what I mean'.

Ocean?

This shy meek girl had just called my daughter a 'slut'!

I was about to burst in and rip Ocean a new tide when it suddenly occurred to me... was my daughter bisexual too?

Although I had never officially announced my bisexuality, and certainly not on the air, once I divorced her useless sperm donor ten years ago I had mostly been with women (besides the odd one night stand with a live cock when I needed a good hard fucking)... and even those weren't relationships, but men and women I used for my own pleasure. I hadn't been on a second date in over a decade with either gender, although I did have a couple dozen women who were willing to service my needs whenever I needed them serviced... mostly as my pets.

For example, a lengthy cunt lapping. Like stopping by a neighbour's house for coffee and a lunch orgasm (my morning starting at 12:30 in the afternoon, as my show was in the evening, but I still needed my eight to ten hours of beauty sleep. I liked humiliating her by having her lap my asshole first before we proceeded to my orgasm.

Sometimes a quickie in a risky location... the possibility of getting caught always turned me on... especially the fear in a married woman's eyes (I loved seducing married women) or a teenager suddenly discovering the lap of luxury (literally) for the first time but worried about her reputation at school.

Sometimes I liked to wield a strap-on and just deal with my frustration by fucking the living shit out of some submissive plaything (sometimes doing so literally by reaming her asshole).

Of course, I also loved getting fucked. So I would often allow my pets the privilege of fucking me... my biggest orgasms not coming from oral sex, but a rough hard fuck.

Anyway, the point is that I was a secret lesbian (except for the once or twice a year one night stands with some anonymous hunky guy); I was a sometimes Mistress and occasional seductress, so I shouldn't have been surprised that my daughter might like to use girls the same way. I mean if she was demanding Ocean to beg to be fucked that would make genetic sense, but allowing herself to be dominated by the nerd across the street seemed unfathomable.

Yet, as I listened, the unfathomable was actually happening. She wasn't fathoms deep in Ocean, it was the other way around.

Ocean chuckled, "Imagine if all your cheerleader bimbo bitches could see you now... begging to be fucked like some cheap slut."

"Oh God," Natalie moaned, getting fucked so hard I could hear their bodies slapping together.

"Am I bigger than your boyfriend?" Ocean questioned, as I tiptoed to the open door to get a better look... something compelling me to peek inside first before interrupting them.

"Way bigger," Natalie moaned loudly, just as I peeked around the door to see my daughter on her carpet on all fours getting roughly fucked... the exact same way I usually fucked my sluts. My daughter was still in her cheerleader uniform, while the nerd was naked... her tits looking pretty firm and ripe from here.

I stared in awe at my daughter being the submissive... it just didn't seem possible and not something I would have believed if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes.

I wondered how big the strap-on was that Natalie was taking. I had a few... my biggest ten inches... but being a considerate mistress, my seven incher was the one I usually used.

"Oh yeah, you love being my slut, don't you?" Ocean continued her power trip... her dominant behaviour seeming so surreal and surprising compared to her usual meek demeanor.

"Oh yes, I'm your bimbo fuck toy," Natalie declared, shocking me, her breathing getting louder... her orgasm evidently imminent.

"Come suck my cock," Ocean ordered. Making my slut suck her own juices off a strap-on was a common move of mine too... especially first timers as I loved to test them by seeing how quickly they obeyed.

This would have been the perfect time to stop this, yet I remained staring in stunned silence as my daughter quickly flipped onto her ass, spread her legs and awkwardly scooted up in front of Ocean who had... who had... a cock.

Not a strap-on cock, as I had assumed.

A real cock.

A real big cock.

I was staring at a mostly nude shemale.

Ocean had a cock.

Ocean was a fucking shemale!

Wow!

My cunt instantly dampened. It had been over six months since I'd had a real cock... and over two weeks since I'd been fucked. Suddenly I needed cock.

My mouth watered. I used to love sucking cock, loving the power I had over a man when I had his cock in my mouth... but I literally couldn't remember the last time I'd had a real one in my mouth. A real, big pulsing, throbbing, spurting cock... because since my ex cheated on me I'd sworn off serving men in any capacity. If I did fuck a man... we fucked. I didn't suck his cock. I refused to be the submissive. I told him what to do, and if he didn't go along, his loss. I was outta there.

I loved cock... I just didn't love men.

I loved women... but I didn't love pussy.

As I stared at my first ever shemale I realized she was the best of both worlds.

The beauty of a woman.

The glory of a cock.

I was pulled out of my sudden revelation by gagging sounds as Ocean laughed, "Oh yeah, this big dick takes some time to get used to, although after all the times you've bobbed on it I'd think you wouldn't gag anymore."

Shock compounded shock as I watched Ocean grab my daughter's head and roughly face fuck her. Natalie didn't have any control at all about how deep or how fast... she was just a receptacle. But I didn't see the slightest hint of an effort to struggle away, in spite of her loud gagging sounds.

I watched in awe as my daughter... through gagging, slobbering, whimpering sounds... took the entire cock in her mouth... something I wasn't sure I could even do... any more.

After a minute or so, Ocean ordered "Back on all fours, I have one more hole to plug yet."

My mouth dropped open... Ocean planned to shove that massive snake up my daughter's ass. Although I loved anal sex, giving and receiving, it was rare for me to take a cock that big up my ass.

"Oh yes, I love your cock reaming my shit hole," my daughter replied, when Ocean pulled her cock out of her mouth.

"I know, you're just my three-hole fuck slut," Ocean said, as I watched my daughter eagerly return to all fours.

"Come shove that snake up my ass," my daughter responded with lust.

"As you wish," Ocean said, moving behind my daughter and sliding her cock into her ass.

"Oh, fuck!" Natalie screamed, as her asshole was filled in one deep, hard thrust.

"Even after a couple dozen ass fucks your rosebud is still so fucking tight," Ocean groaned.

"Oh, each time is like the first time," Natalie whimpered, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Unfortunately, from my position all I could see was Ocean's own impressive ass begin slowly rocking back and forth.

I should have left. I was already behind schedule, but I couldn't take my eyes off the sodomy of my daughter... and the athletic, shapely, naked beauty of Ocean.

For two... three... perhaps four minutes my daughter was ass fucked.

Slowly at first.

Then faster.

And my daughter's moans shifted from soft to loud and soon she was begging to be sodomized harder.

"Oh yes, ream my asshole," Natalie moaned, beginning to bounce back on the cock... taking the entire huge cock up her butt... clearly she had taken that cock in her ass many times before ... which was obvious since Ocean had said as much.

This only made me want that big dick reaming my own asshole.

"Come for me, you dirty bimbo ass slut," Ocean demanded.

"Oh yes," Natalie moaned, as her left hand reached down and began slapping her clit while continuing to bounce back on the cock... it was pretty impressive.

"Now, you stupid cunt," Ocean growled, treating my daughter not only like a slut, but with the kind of condescending disrespect which should have pissed me off... no one says such shit to my daughter... but I remained in paralyzed shock and excitement.

"Yessss," my daughter screamed a few hard ass strokes later... coming from getting ass fucked.

Ocean kept fucking her throughout the orgasm until she suddenly pulled out and ordered, "Knees, slut. Time to get your daily dose of cream."

My daughter was still trembling from her orgasm, but she obeyed, moving back to her knees and staring up at Ocean's hard, quivering cock.

"Get sucking," Ocean demanded and my daughter sluttily took into her mouth the cock that had moments ago been probing her ass.

"Oh yeah, take it all, my sexy slut," Ocean moaned, as my daughter sucked the cock... the cock I could no longer see... the cock I longed for another sight of.

My phone buzzed in my purse and I quickly backed away. I peeked back inside and neither girl had seemed to notice. Realizing I needed to get back to work and knowing I sure wasn't ready to confront my daughter about any of this, I quietly and reluctantly left, grabbing a blouse from my closet and my notes from the kitchen table and returned to my car and to work, stopping briefly at the mall to grab a new pair of thigh highs.

I didn't have time for even a drive-through dinner as I rushed back to work, my head spinning and my cunt leaking. I don't know what was more shocking:

a) My daughter being dominated by a nerd.

b) That same nerd not only having a cock... but a huge cock.

I got to work, still horny, but I didn't have time for any kind of a quickie to get myself off or use my Asian assistant Ashi's tongue like I often did before shows (especially when a hot woman was my guest). So I had to ignore the fire burning inside as I went on live television to interview the author of the new number one best seller entitled 'Pegged'... a book even racier and more popular than '50 Shades of Grey' as it was about a woman taking control of her sex life and reshuffling the traditional hierarchy of the fucker and the fuckee. I had just read it and was already thinking about using my strap-on on a man... soon!

Anyway, just five minutes before the segment I reread my notes, trying to focus on her book and not on the big dick attached to my new lust interest, Ocean.

I wished I'd had fifteen more minutes to ride my kitty on my assistant's face and squelch the fire burning inside. Alas, I headed on stage horny as hell and about to talk about sex... albeit about pegging, something that hadn't interested me until I'd read her book and then seen Ocean fucking my daughter.

I sat in my chair, and after the theme music, I opened, "Good evening, I'm Sandra Carter and welcome to 'Edgy Talk'".

The studio audience clapped (on the crowd manager's cue) and a few people called out they love me (happily not because they were cued).

"I love you too," I automatically replied like I did every night. I then put on my fake smile as I continued, "You guys are in for a treat tonight. Every lady here has read the book 'Pegged'... haven't you?" After a pause where lots agreed they had, I continued, "And for those who have, it's likely changed your bedroom hierarchy."

More cheering.

"And now, without further ado, the author of the world changing 'Pegged', Jenna Patterson."

The mostly female crowd stood up and cheered as the beautiful, confident woman who regularly fucked her husband sauntered into the room with the unquenchable aura that all women want to have.

I don't know why, other than the obvious shock of what I had witnessed earlier, but I instantly imagined her with not a strap-on but a real cock and making me her slut.

Forcing me naked on my back, on the table, grabbing my head and guiding my mouth around her big hard cock.

In my fantasy, overcome with lust and seduced by her aura of power, I obeyed, opening wide and taking the cock in my mouth... oblivious to the real-life audience... both live and on television.

"Oh yeah you little slut, suck my cock," she moaned, as I began bobbing on her big dick.

I obeyed, hungrily devouring as much as I could in the somewhat awkward position.

Then, when I was failing to take it all, she grabbed the sides of my head, held me up and slammed her entire shaft balls deep. 

And those were my thoughts when I heard my engineer's voice in my headset reminding me urgently, "Greet her."

I shook my head slightly, realizing what my subconscious had just done to me. I stammered, "I-I-It is great to meet you Mrs. Patterson."

"The pleasure is all mine," she smiled suggestively, as she shook my hand, her smile only drawing me deeper into the twisted hunger that I needed to quell... as I thought to myself how much I would love to be her pleasure.

I joked, "I read that you give your husband a lot of pleasure."

She laughed, as she sat down, "That was a great segue."

Struggling back to my normal confident self, I sat down too, and engaged her in witty conversation filled with playful banter, "Was it an easy transition to reverse roles?"

"Oh, you are sly," she smiled. After a pause, she answered, "I've never considered it a transition, but rather a natural progression in our bedroom."

"Many are calling you the Mistress of the Revolution," I pointed out, having read an article using that exact phrase as a title.

"Well, I'm not sure about that," she laughed softly. "I believe that in any true relationship regardless of gender you need to be able to play two different roles. In the traditional male and female relationship that means the man has to be willing to allow his feminine side out to play... which, contrary to some testosterone-driven opinions, all men have."

"So all men will enjoy being pegged?" I asked, imagining pegging my ex... roughly and punitively.

"I didn't say that," she said. "Although most men will enjoy it immensely if they're open-minded enough to allow themselves to surrender completely to their woman. As gay men have always known, the anus has dozens of pleasure points for a man, and a prostate orgasm is for many the most pleasurable orgasm they can ever have."

"And what do you find most exhilarating in being the one doing the..." I paused, before adding, "you know."

"How do I enjoy being the one using the dick?" she asked bluntly.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Role reversal is stimulating, and for women, who are too often perceived as the weaker sex, the submissive sex, it is a rush of power to be the one doing the..." she paused for a few moments, before standing up, turning to the crowd, and bucking her hips illustratively, she finished, "thrusting."

The crowd of almost entirely women roared with laughter and cheering... while the few men seemed to have their heads down in embarrassment, not meeting anyone's eyes.

The image of her fucking me with a shemale cock popped back into my head.

I quickly pushed the enticing idea out of my head, even as some wetness escaped my pussy.

I waited for the applause and laughter to calm down before I continued, "You discuss in your book how all women should experience wearing the strap and being the pitcher, while all men should experience being the catcher."

"Definitely," she nodded. "Reversing roles will help each partner to understand the sexual nuances of the other in ways no book or video possibly can do. There are no teachers more thorough than one's own nerve endings and personal experience."

"I see," I said, unsure where I wanted to take this.

"You see, when women are doing the..." she inserted a finger of one hand into a circle made by the thumb and forefinger of the other, "...they get to understand the work that is necessary in being the giver, a factor which women generally never consider, while the men get to understand the impact of positioning and empathy at being the one receiving the dick. Becoming the receiving end, so to speak, enhances their ability to get in touch with their feminine side, not only for the obvious physiological reasons, but more importantly because they're relatively helpless at the time, which has a surprisingly profound psychological impact."

"That makes sense," I nodded.

"You see, the hierarchy of the sexes has always been manipulated by the men. But the reality of the saying, 'happy wife, happy life,' can only completely come true when the hierarchy is spun upside down and the man learns his role is not superior, but equal to his wife in all facets of a relationship: work, parenting, housework and sex."

"How does pegging impact the parenting or housework?" I asked.

"Well, once the bedroom has become a true place of equality, it's only a matter of time before the overwhelming role of parenting and running a household that the mother has traditionally shouldered is also shared more evenly. Men can cook, men can do laundry, and men can even go to a PTA meeting. Once the first stereotype is broken, it's far easier for the other ones to break down as well."

I brought the conversation back to the revolution idea. "And that is why you're seen as the leader of a revolution."

She shrugged modestly, "I'm flattered. The struggle for equality goes back a lot further than my humble efforts. It goes back a hundred years and the right to vote. It even goes back as far as the Renaissance, although the feminist ideals inspired by the first Queen Elizabeth didn't take root far beyond her lifetime. And now in the twenty first century the idea of pegging, a hallmark of sexual equality, is just the natural next step of the feminist movement."

"And how do you recommend starting such a conversation with your husband?" I asked.

"At first that appears to be tricky and perhaps even frightening for most, but in practice it is often rather easy. My husband had been sodomizing me for years, another aspect of a woman's pleasure zones that many women often ignore. And I suggest, ladies, you all try it... with your man, your woman, even yourself. Do not let society's or religion's propaganda telling you that anal sex is dirty or taboo stop you. It's 2017 and sex is to be celebrated, not ashamed of. Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transsexuals and shemales are finally beginning to be seen in a positive light after centuries of suppression. Anal sex and pegging are natural progressions."

"Shemales?" I asked, shocked at hearing the term being used, on the air even, especially after what I had witnessed today, an image of my daughter getting fucked by Ocean's shemale cock popping into my head.

"It's a term used for a girl with a penis," she explained.

"Aaah," I nodded, realizing I probably sounded ignorant from asking such a question. I joked, "I imagine that would be many men's dream come true."

She laughed, "I imagine so, and their very existence is becoming more common as well... no longer hidden in the dark shadows of society or shied away from as a medical impossibility or an unreachable dream."

"Have you ever met one?" I asked, curious.

"Oh yes," she nodded. "They are no different than you or me... other than a rather obvious different anatomy between their legs."

"Of course," I nodded, my head recalling Ocean and her big cock pounding my daughter and being careful not to leer for the camera.

There was a pause as my lust distracted me.

She continued speaking, although I have no idea what she saying as I imagined I was at home taking Ocean's nice, big, hard cock.

I was brought back to reality when I heard clapping.

Stunned to have been so far away for so long I asked, hoping it would somehow make sense... since I had no idea what the applause was for, "So what is next for you? A second book?"

"Actually, I have some big news to reveal right here, right now," Mrs. Patterson said.

"You have the whole audience on pins and needles," I said, hoping I was seamlessly keeping the flow going without giving away that I had no idea what she had been saying for the last minute or so.

"My book is being made into a movie," she revealed.

The audience again roared with applause. Once it died down, I asked, "They're going to make a mainstream movie about pegging?"

"By all means," she nodded. "They made a mainstream movie about a submissive woman being dominated by a man, so why not make a movie about a strong woman?"

"Because it's Hollywood," I joked. "It's run by men."

"I was worried about that at first, so I only agreed to go forward if it said in the contract that I would write the script and have veto power over the principal actors hired," she continued. "Hollywood is also run by money. And lawyers."

"Well, I hope you get Ryan Reynolds or Ryan Gosling for the leading man."

"You like Ryans do you?" she laughed.

"Yeah, I also love Ryan Phillippe and Ryan Seacrest," I added playfully.

"Well if I could get Ryan Gosling I'd do it in a heartbeat," she said.

"Or in a stroke," I joked.

She roared, as did the audience, "Yes, although I think I would have to play Andrea in that case: Ryan G is on my secret five."

"Mine too," I agreed. "Although my secret five is a secret two hundred and seventeen."

"I could likely list names reaching that number too," she smiled.

"So on one last note," I said. "I have just one problem with a strap-on."

"And what is that?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

Truth was I loved cum. I loved swallowing it. I loved wearing it on my face. I loved the taste, the texture as I caught it in my mouth, I loved the warmth as it sprayed against my face. But since my husband had betrayed me and I had shown him the door, I had refused myself the pleasure; I felt it gave men a power over me that I would no longer tolerate. So now when I fucked men ... I fucked them... I rode them... they didn't fuck me... and I made it clear I was in charge: I didn't suck cock and I didn't let them come on my face... even though deep down I really missed losing myself in that sensual, all-enveloping experience.

I imagined getting a load from that big shemale dick.

I imagined a big load from Jenna's imaginary big cock:

After a pause that had lasted too long while these thoughts and images captured my attention, I finally answered, "Well a strap-on has no semen. I've been told seminal fluid is great for the complexion."

The author shocked me as she quickly quipped, "Well Sandra, you must bathe in it then. Your skin is wonderful!"

I gasped.

The audience responded with a confused mixture of gasps and laughter. Had they just heard what they thought they had?

I stammered, "That isn't what I meant."

"I'm just teasing," she said. "Pegging is about giving a woman the power of the bedroom. And just so you know, you can actually buy dildos that eject your choice of fluids."

"Well, thank God," I joked.

"That's what my husband usually moans when I'm deep inside him."

"Isn't it 'Oh my God?'" I asked.

"Does this show get edited later?" she asked.

"Of course," I nodded, forgetting that wasn't the case.

She then looked to the audience and said with a wicked smile, "Truthfully, he usually begs 'Fuck me harder, Goddess'."

"Oh my," I gasped... this time it was my turn to gasp... as did the audience before breaking into massive, standing up, applause.

Through the window in the back of the studio I noticed my engineer stabbing desperately for the bleep button. Locally the program was being broadcast on a mere five-second delay!

"Hey, until you've tried it, don't knock it," Mrs. Patterson said.

"Well, we're out of time," I said. "It's been quite a ride."

"That's what he said," she smiled, making the audience roar again.

"Thanks again for coming," I said once the crowd calmed down.

"I haven't bought one of that kind yet," she joked, her sexual comments so witty... as she referred to the coming dildos... again playing on my words.

The music started playing and I whispered to her, deciding to be a little naughty myself in the heat of the moment, feeling giddy because my cunt was on fire, "I think I'd still rather be the catcher."

"I imagine I could help you with that," she said, sending chills up my back... the idea of a lesbian rendezvous with this sexy author suddenly a great idea to solve the burning fire inside me... although I had a hunch in this scenario I wouldn't be the dominant like I usually am with women... and for some reason that was fine with me.

I stood up and gave her a hug as she whispered into my ear, her hot breath sending another chill through me, "I have to rush off and catch a flight or I'd summon you to my dressing room for a good hard fucking."

"Ooooh," I moaned, a wave of disappointment coursing through me even as a gush of wetness leaked out of me.

She then moved away and waved to the crowd before walking towards them for autographs.

Fifteen minutes later, my cunt literally burning with lust, I ordered my assistant Ashi, "In my office, now!"

"Yes, ma'am," my submissive servant... in more ways than one... nodded, following me into my office and closing and locking the door as I quickly got undressed except for my thigh highs.

Ashi wordlessly did the same, peeling out of her dress.

I sat on my couch, spread my legs and snapped my fingers.

Ashi, as she was accustomed to doing, walked to me, dropped to her knees and buried her cute Asian face in my already wet and leaking pussy.

"That's it, lick my cunt," I moaned. "I've been horny all day."

"You're indeed very wet, ma'am," the subservient submissive acknowledged between licks.

"Mrs. Patterson got me pretty revved up," I admitted.

"She's very pretty," Ashi confirmed, always agreeing with me like a good assistant.

"Yes, and captivating," I agreed with a moan, Ashi's tongue amazing.

I closed my eyes and imagined Ocean fucking me instead of fucking my daughter.

Relishing the image of Ocean's big dick slamming into me from behind, I loved getting fucked standing up, as well as Ashi's tongue swirling between my pussy lips like an oral hurricane, and my orgasm was building quickly.

"Oh yes, don't stop," I moaned, as I imagined Ocean really pounding me in a dozen positions.

Doggy style.

Concubine.

Nirvana.

Spider.

Reverse cowgirl.

Angry pirate... where she fucked my face.

The barberry.

Anvil.

And others until my vision progressed to Ocean depositing her load deep in me just as I came on Ashi's face... fantasy and reality blurring into one.

"Yes!" I screamed, as I came all over Ashi's face, thankful that my office was sound-proof.

Ashi loved pussy juice and kept lapping throughout my orgasm with a hunger that no other cunt licker had ever shown for me.

As my orgasm finally drifted away, I was suddenly frustrated at myself for feeling so deferential all day. I was the woman in charge; I was the dominant.

Wanting to regain control, I pushed Ashi away, unlocked a cabinet, grabbed a strap-on cock and quickly put the harness on.

Once cocked, I walked over to her and ordered, "Get it ready for that twat of yours."

"Yes, ma'am," she obeyed, surprised by my order... I had only fucked her maybe three times in her year under me... literally.

I let her bob on my cock for a couple of minutes before I began to roughly face fuck her, making her gag, her cock sucking not up to the expert level her pussy licking was... wanting to regain the persona that usually guided my every move, both professional and sexual.

"On all fours, you hungry slut," I ordered, calling her a 'slut' for the first time ever. I had called many submissives a variety of derogatory names, but Ashi had simply been my pussy licker... sometimes for hours while I read or worked at my desk. But desperate to regain the control I'd been lacking all day, I was in the mood to really use my assistant.

"Yes, ma'am," she obeyed.

"Do you want to get fucked?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, looking hungrily back at me.

"Beg," I ordered, rubbing my strap-on up and down her pussy, something I hadn't done to her before.

"Please, ma'am," she moaned and shook, as I teased her. "Please fuck me with that big dick."

"Cock," I corrected.

"Cock. Fuck me with that big cock," she rephrased.

And in one hard thrust I filled my Asian pet.

"Yesssss," she moaned, as I began fucking her hard. I wasn't making love to her, I was fucking her.

And for a couple minutes I just slammed into her.

I fucked her hard.

I fucked her deep.

I fucked her rough as I stretched my right foot up and put it on her head to reposition myself and go deeper at the fresh angle.

"Oh God," the suddenly religious assistant moaned, her breathing forecasting that her orgasm was close.

"You're worshipping my cunt and cock now," I said, as I resumed pounding her... exhilaration at my regained power coursing through me.

"Yes, ma'aaaaaaaaaaaam," she moaned, seconds later as her orgasm hit her.

I kept slamming into her throughout her orgasm before finally pulling out, removing my harness and returning to the couch; I snapped my fingers.

Clearly exhausted, she got up and crawled back between my legs and brought me off for a second orgasm before getting dressed and returning home, leaving me wondering how I was going to talk to my daughter about what I had witnessed that afternoon.

Yet, once home, I found that I couldn't say anything to my daughter. I didn't want her to know I'd seen her... I didn't want to embarrass her. Instead, I decided I would confront Ocean... although not tonight.

I went to my bedroom and was surprised to see a picture lying on my pillow. It was a picture of my daughter with her face coated in cum and Ocean's hard dick in full view... which made me wonder how it could have been taken.

I stared at the massive load of cum.

I stared at the massive dick.

I stared at the utter look of fulfillment on my daughter's face.

I flipped the picture over and gasped at the note.

Sharon:

Since you left before the money shot I figured I'd leave you a picture.

PS: You're next!!!

I couldn't believe the words.

I couldn't believe I'd been seen.

I couldn't believe the confidence of the nerdy girl.

I couldn't believe the smugness of the nerdy girl.

I also couldn't believe the wetness that was suddenly leaking out of me... again.

Fuck!

Fuck, what was happening to me?

Fuck!

I sighed, grabbed my vibrator and got myself off one more time before bed imagining it was me getting that massive load of cum all over me.

I shook my head at my weakness again.

My conclusion: I needed to get laid.

.....

Because of my night hours, my daughter was already in school when I woke up... which was frustrating because I really needed to have a chat with her... knowing that Ocean was going to be a major problem.

When I got to the station, Ashi said, her face averted, "You have a guest waiting in your office."

"Who?" I asked.

"Her name is Ocean. She insisted on waiting for you," Ashi explained looking very nervous and guilty, knowing I didn't like surprises and still not looking at me, which was unlike her.

"Oh, okay," I said, shocked by her revelation and instantly nervous... a feeling I wasn't used to. I mean I had interviewed the irrepressible Madonna once, so dealing with a nerd teenager with a dick shouldn't be much of a problem. I added, "Please hold my calls until I'm done with her."

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, still not making eye contact with me.

"Are you okay, Ashi?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," she said, still avoiding my face.

"Look at me," I ordered.

She wordlessly lifted her head up and revealed she had a load of cum on it.

I gasped. "Did Ocean do that?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious.

"Yes, ma'am," Ashi admitted, clearly mortified.

"It's okay," I said tenderly. "Go wash your face. I'll deal with her."

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, quickly scurrying to the washroom.

Angry at how Ocean had dominated my daughter and now had used my assistant, I walked into my office, closed and locked my door and said, before even seeing her, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Waiting for you," she answered, sitting on my couch, dressed, but her cock dangling out beneath her short skirt.

"How dare you treat my assistant like that," I demanded, ignoring the cock head peeking out at me like a naughty little boy.

"I think she enjoyed it," she shrugged, lifting her skirt up slightly to reveal more of her hard cock. "Did she keep the cum on her face like I told her?"

"You need to leave now," I ordered, wondering if her cock had just stayed hard after coming on Ashi or it was like that because of thoughts of me. The load on my assistant's face was definitely fresh... no more than a few minutes old.

"I don't think that's what you actually want," she smiled.

"Yes, because you're a mind reader and you know what I want," I said sarcastically, even as I felt wetness once again beginning to leak out of me.

She stood up and tugged her skirt to her ankles as she said, "I know exactly what you want."

"What are you doing?" I asked, staring at her big, well-shaved cock.

"Getting undressed so you can do what you've been craving since yesterday afternoon," she answered, somehow able to see through my persona of strength.

"Get dressed, young lady," I ordered, trying to resist staring at her cock, trying to regain control.

"Stop pretending," she sighed, walking in front of me. "I saw the look of lust in your eyes while I was fucking your daughter."

"I can't believe she would let you fuck her," I said bluntly, trying to sound shocked and disgusted, even as I took another quick glimpse down at her cock.

"And you can't believe I'm about to fuck you," she said matter-of-factly.

"Leave," I ordered, even as another gush of wetness leaked out of me.

Before I even knew what happened, her hand was under my skirt and rubbing my pussy through my wet panties.

"You see Sandra, your words say no, but your tone, your eyes, and your body betray you," she correctly assessed,

"That's ridiculous," I moaned, my body, and now even my voice indeed betraying me.

"Is it?" she asked, as her hand moved away from my fevered box and a wash of disappointment coursed through me as her hands instead moved to my shoulders.

"Yes," I mindlessly answered, still attempting a stoic face of denial, but knowing I wouldn't be able to resist falling to my knees if she put the slightest pressure on my shoulders.

She laughed. You're just like your daughter. She too wasn't interested at first," she explained as she did indeed press on my shoulders and guide me down to my knees. "Until she was face to cock that is."

And I too was now face to cock.

Speechless.

Mesmerized.

In lust.

"Take a closer look at what you've been daydreaming about since yesterday and haven't been able to take your eyes off since you walked into your office," she again correctly appraised.

I felt my dominant will disappear as I suddenly realised I was on my knees... staring helplessly at the same dick that had fucked my daughter yesterday afternoon.

"Isn't it a nice big dick?" she asked.

I was paralyzed with shock.

I was starving for dick.

I stared at her cock with the same admiration and awe as when I'd visited the Louvre and was staring at the Mona Lisa.

"You look just like your daughter did when she first discovered what was underneath my skirt," she said, amused.

I imagined that was the truth... her cock so big and juicy... a ripe apple I just had to take a bite out of... metaphorically of course.

"Go ahead, open your mouth," she ordered, as I felt her hands taking control of the sides of my head.

"This is wrong," I weakly protested, finally speaking... even as I opened my mouth... which destroyed any hope that my protest was believable.

"Yes it is," she agreed. "I don't usually fuck older women when I have a whole cheerleader squad fighting over my cock. But you... you're special."

"I am?" I asked, which was the wrong thing to say.

"Oh yes," she said, as she tapped her cock on my open bottom lip. "I've never had a mother and daughter team. Now extend that tongue."

My moral brain switched off....

My lust brain switched on....

I obeyed, extending my tongue... wanting that cock in my mouth.

She asked, my tongue an inch from her shaft, "You sure you want this cock?"

"Yes," I whispered, no longer feigning propriety.

"Yes, what?" she asked, tapping her cock on my tongue.

"Yes, I want to suck that big hard dick," I admitted, as I allowed this teenager to treat me like a slut.

"You sure?" she asked. "I recall you did ask me to leave a couple minutes ago."

"I was stupid. Now I'm asking you to please just shove that big dick in my mouth," I begged, desperate to have it in my mouth, in my cunt.

"You sure?" she repeated, teasing me, "Once I fuck you, you're all mine."

Her threat was scary, but my lust overrode my common sense, "Yes, Mistress," I replied, using a term I occasionally had required my pets to use when addressing me.

"Mistress," she smiled, as she moved her cock head around my lips as if putting on lipstick, "I like that. I'm Mistress to a MILF."

She then ordered, "Lick my balls."

I obeyed, hoping such obedience would eventually lead to getting her cock in me.

I began licking her balls. The act should have been shameful, yet it felt natural. It somehow felt uplifting.

"Look up at me when you lick my balls, my MILF slut," she ordered.

I'd been called a MILF before, but never a MILF slut. I obeyed though, at the moment feeling like I was indeed a MILF slut... a MILF slut for a shemale shaft.

"Oh yes, now take my balls in your mouth," she ordered. "Let's see how big that mouth of yours is."

I again obeyed, taking part of her bag, and one of her big balls into my mouth.

"No, my Mommy-slut, I want my entire bag in that sexy mouth of yours," she clarified. "Both balls."

That is not something I had ever done before, yet I again obeyed... the task rather challenging because of how big and wide her balls were. I also had never been called a 'Mommy-slut,' the term somehow only enhancing my desire to please.

Once I had her entire bag and both balls in my mouth she ordered, "Very impressive, now look up at me."

I again obeyed, proud to have achieved the difficult task.

She continued, her balls remaining in my mouth, "Very impressive indeed, your daughter couldn't get my entire bag in her mouth. Maybe I need to have you teach her."

My eyes went big as I looked up at her, silently begging 'please no'.

"Oh yes, I think having my own Mommy and daughter team will be quite fun," she continued, seeing my obvious concern.

Having a mouthful of honorary ball sac, I couldn't respond, only plead with my eyes.

She then asked, tugging slightly so her balls left my mouth, "Do you want to suck my cock?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, at long last owning the submissive side I had spent years hiding from everyone, even from myself. I stared hungrily at the hard, inviting cock.

"Beg," she ordered, as I slowly stroked her shaft.

"Please, Mistress," I begged, "Shove that big dick in my mouth and let me serve you as your pet MILF."

"Not bad," she smiled, before sliding her cock in my open mouth.

It felt so good to have a real cock in my mouth... it was years since I'd last had one between my lips. I began slowly, getting used to its length and girth... remembering the skill of cock sucking... which luckily is like riding a bike... you don't ever forget.

"Oh yeah," she groaned, "get it nice and ready for that tight twat of yours."

I moaned on her cock in excited response to her implied promise.

"Oh yeah, I knew the minute I saw you staring at your daughter taking my cock that you'd be next," she explained, as I slowly bobbed back and forth... taking more and more with each forward bob.

I moved my hands to her ass for balance as I got off my knees so I could suck her cock from a more aggressive angle and do a real job on it.

And for a good three or four minutes, I bobbed hungrily on her cock, eventually taking her entire cock into my mouth with a silent pride at achieving the impressive task.

She seemed to be impressed too as she moaned, "Oh yes, take it all, you cock hungry slut."

And I was exactly that... a COCK HUNGRY SLUT!

Eventually, she pulled out of my mouth and asked, "Ready to show me your obedience?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, willing to do anything to have that cock inside me.

I watched her take off her heels before she ordered, "Lick my feet."

"Really?" I asked, surprised by the task.

She sighed, "I don't like repeating myself."

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, realizing my role reversal. Usually I hated repeating myself: I expected my own pets to obey without hesitation.

I then lowered myself back onto my knees, then onto all fours, before humiliatingly bending further down to lick her stocking-clad foot. I found my face burning in shame and I enjoyed the sensation.

"Good girl," she purred, clearly reminding me of the hierarchy between her and me, even though our ages would imply a rather different role assignment.

I licked both her feet, before she lifted each one up and I licked the soles of her feet too.

It was humiliating.

It was exhilarating.

The conflicting emotions somehow only enhanced the moment.

She then ordered, "Take off your skirt and panties."

I quickly obeyed, thinking I was about to get fucked... finally.

She sat back down on my couch and watched me get undressed, although I kept my blouse on since she hadn't ordered me to take it off. I knew the script, even though I'd never played this part.

"Come give me a foot job," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied obediently, even though I was disappointed... she was really making me work for the privilege of having her fuck me.

I moved onto the couch, repositioned myself twice and then used my nylon-clad feet to masturbate her. It was something else I'd never done before. Not even for a guy.

At first it was awkward, but I eventually got into a bit of a flow, moving my feet up and down.

"That feels nice," she said, as she watched me responding to her every whim.

After another minute or two, she ordered, "Stand up."

I quickly obeyed, thinking she was finally going to let me straddle her cock and go for a ride.

She moved to where I'd just been, leaning on the back of the couch, as she ordered, "Now let's see those titties."

It had been years since I'd heard the term 'titties' but I nodded, "Yes, Mistress," as I unbuttoned my blouse and discarded it, before unclasping my bra and tossing it aside as well... now completely naked, except for my thigh highs, in front of an eighteen-year-old nerd who lived across the street from my daughter and me.

"Very nice," she nodded, checking me out. "You've aged well."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, although if a man had said I was aging well I likely would have cut his nuts off.

"Come put those titties around my cock," she ordered.

I had gotten many tit jobs, and used my tits to masturbate cocks when I was younger... my tits a great asset in high school and college... as were my legs, ass and mouth.

I crawled between her legs, and leaned forward... like the other position she had put me in, it was slightly awkward... but I didn't let that hinder my performance of the task at tit.

I moved my titties to her hard cock and began moving up and down, the same way I would ride a cock. Slowly, but surely, I got into a rhythm.

After a minute of this, she announced, snapping her fingers for me to back away, "Time to fuck."

I moved away, her words music to my ears.

She took off her t-shirt and I finally got to see her firm young tits from a much closer point of view.

She then sat down, her erect cock standing straight up like a flagpole, and again snapped her fingers.

I wasn't sure what the snap meant for me to do, so I asked, "Mistress, do you want me to suck you or ride you?"

"I just announced it was time to fuck," she said, condescendingly. "I think that's pretty self-explanatory, don't you agree?"

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, before adding, "I'm just a dumb bimbo slut."

"Yes, you are," she agreed, as she again snapped her fingers at her cock.

I straddled her, daring to use her shoulders for balance as I placed my feet on the couch and slowly lowered myself on her massive missile. She gave me a look, but then shrugged. "I'll allow that for now my slut, it's still early in your training."

I breathed a sigh of relief as I slowly impaled myself on her cock, this position filling me completely. I sat on her cock briefly, getting used to her entire dick deep inside me before I began slowly riding.

"You're quite flexible," she said impressed.

"Yoga," I answered with a moan.

"Well, I'll be sure to put you through a lot of positions in the future," she smiled.

"I can't wait," I responded.

After a couple minutes of slow riding, I could feel my orgasm rising and I began bouncing on her cock... which led to her reaching new depths inside me.

"Oh yeah, you MILF slut, fuck yourself," she groaned.

"Oh yes," I moaned, as my orgasm built rapidly.

"Yes you little slut," she purred a moment later. "Come all over my dick, you nasty cum slut."

I didn't need to be told twice as I bounced faster, and seconds later reached my first orgasm. "Yesssssssssss!" I screamed, again happy my office was soundproof.

I quit riding, suddenly exhausted, and rested, allowing the orgasm to course through me. That respite lasted only seconds, before she ordered, "On all fours on the floor."

I weakly got off her and into the position she demanded, even as my orgasm was still rippling through me.

In one hard thrust, she was back inside me and this time she was in charge of the pace... fucking me hard and deep.

My orgasm was still lingering, but was mixed with new pleasure, and I could already feel a second orgasm building to replace the first... like wave after wave breaking on Ocean's shore.

"Oooooh," I trembled.

"Oh yes, I like long hard fuck sessions, my slut," she declared.

"Me too," I moaned, as I loved having multiple orgasms... then sometimes multiples on top of multiples.

After a couple of minutes of deep doggy-style pounding, she pulled out and said, "Let's see how flexible you are. Lie on your back."

I did, happy to be off my knees... which always get sore quickly.

She grabbed my right leg, lifted it almost completely perpendicular to my body, positioned herself with one leg under my right and the other over my left to slide back into me at a very unique and, I quickly learned, very stimulating position.

"Ooooooh," I moaned, as the angle was unlike any I had ever felt, and she was now able to stimulate both my pussy and my clit as she slowly fucked me.

In this position, her moans began to increase and after a brief period of getting used to the position, she began to fuck me hard again.

"Oh yes, fuck," I bellowed, as my second orgasm built quickly.

"Don't come yet," she ordered, as her own breathing told me she was close herself.

"No, Mistress, I won't," I agreed reluctantly.

She kept fucking me for a couple more minutes in this position before pulling out and ordering, "Now go sit on the couch."

I quickly obeyed, unsure what she intended.

She ordered, "Rub yourself to orgasm," as she moved to me and began jerking off.

I instantly knew I was about to receive a facial... just like the one my daughter had gotten yesterday.

Ocean stroked her cock.

I rubbed my pussy.

Both of us moaned.

I purred, "Come all over your MILF slut."

"You come too," she demanded, "I want to see you come like the bimbo slut you are."

"Oh yes," I moaned, already rubbing myself frantically.

And as the first rope shot out of her flesh cannon my own orgasm hit. "Yesssss, coat me with cum, Mistress," I screamed.

And she did. Five solid ropes splattering my face and titties even as my own cum leaked out of my flooding cunt.

Once she was completely spent, she sat beside me and said, "Well, that completes round one."

"There's a second round?" I asked, with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

"I still have one more hole to pound," she explained, so matter-of-factly she might have been standing in front of a chalkboard.

"You want my ass?" I asked, surprised... I hadn't been ass fucked in over a decade, and that had been on a drunken weekend as part of a lesbian threesome in Mexico.

"Yes, and I'm taking it soon," she said.

"I haven't had anything back there in years," I admitted.

"Well, we will change that in a few minutes, and you'll never have to say it again," she predicted with an ominous smile, as she then added, "Suck my cock again."

My head was spinning at the reality I was about to get ass fucked by an eighteen-year-old nerd with a huge snake... way bigger than the strap-on I'd taken years ago and bigger than all three men who had pillaged my back door when I was young.

As I moved between her legs I was in awe of the reality that her cock was still rock hard. She had shot a load all over Ashi, and now me, and yet she seemed already reloaded and ready for more.

I licked and stroked her long shaft, taking my time and worshipping her massive missile.

As I licked up and down her shaft, sucked on her balls and showered my attention all over her cock, she mused, "I can't wait to have you and Nat worshipping me together."

I said, pleading with her, "Can't we keep this just between us?"

"You, me and Nat? Sure," she answered, even though she knew that was not what I wanted.

"Please, don't let Nat know about this," I begged, as I sucked on her balls again.

"Oh, why not? Like mother, like daughter," she shrugged. "Plus the idea of having both of you simultaneously is too hot to resist."

"I'll do anything," I pleaded, although I wasn't sure what else that could entail... I was already apparently about to take it in the ass very soon. There weren't very many 'anythings' left to do!

"I'll keep that in mind," she nodded, before adding, "I attend monthly sex parties where I must bring a new slut every time. I was planning on bringing Nat next time, but perhaps I could bring you instead."

The idea of going to a sex party was actually very intriguing... I'd been part of an orgy back in college where I was fucked by four guys and ate out two girls... back in my wild freshman year before I buckled down to focus on my studies.

She stood up and slid her cock in my open mouth as she kept talking. "Ever been fucked air tight, my slut?"

I had no idea what 'air tight' meant. When she pulled her cock back out of my mouth, which tasted of my cunt juices, I asked, "What is air tight?"

"Three cocks, three holes filled," she answered.

"Then I did do that in college, but only once," I admitted, the feeling of having a cock in both my cunt and ass at the same time had been over-the-top wild and had me coming over and over again... although the tequila had helped loosen my inhibitions (and my sphincter) that night. Tonight I hadn't had a drink in a week!

"You're an even bigger slut than I thought," she chuckled, sliding her cock back in my mouth.

It was ironic that ever since I'd turned eighteen I'd always been the one in charge... the one calling another girl a slut. Yet, the role reversal was exhilarating, just letting go, just allowing someone else to take control, just abandoning myself to the freedom of being a mindless slut.

She slowly fucked my face for a minute before she ordered, "Lie on your back."

I allowed her hard cock to slip out of my mouth as I lay back on the floor thinking it was an odd position to attempt anal. I did, however, have lube in my desk... for the rare time I fucked someone in the ass... which hadn't happened in a long time... a sexy pop star guest a few months ago if memory serves. I said, "I have lube in my desk."

"For what?' she asked.

"I sometimes entertain visitors," I replied coyly.

"Are you usually the top?" she asked, looking down at me with curiosity.

"Yes, always when it's anal," I nodded, looking up at her and her big cock swaying directly above me.

"Delicious," she said, amused, as she lowered herself over my face and then surprised me by sliding her cock into my mouth at the most surprising angle and position. She then added, as she began to face fuck me, her balls banging on my nose, "You may be the perfect little slut to recruit other sluts for me. Fancy yourself a lez-pimp?"

I pondered that possibility as her ball sac kept slapping against my nose.

And for a couple of minutes, she face fucked me and used my tits for balance. It was the roughest I had ever been treated in my life and I loved it.

When she pulled out, she walked over to my desk, found the lube and returned as she ordered, "Doggy position, my fuck pet."

I got onto all fours and felt her pour the lube on my ass... the way I usually poured the lube on a slut's ass... but this time I was the slut.

"Your daughter loves my dick in her ass," she revealed, as I felt a finger slide inside my long neglected back door.

"She does?" I questioned with a slight grimace, as a second finger was added, widening my hole... preparing it for her huge pecker... even though it seemed obvious in retrospect as I recalled Natalie taking it in the ass yesterday.

"Oh yeah, she's an anal nympho," she continued, as her fingers wiggled inside my ass. "I was about to ream her shit hole when I noticed you watching. I wasn't sure you were ready to watch your daughter get sodomized, but figured fuck it. You hadn't stopped the debauchery of your daughter yet, you were unlikely to do it when I plundered her asshole. You missed seeing the facial I photographed for you by only half a minute. And my next load half an hour later was spewed up her butt. The next cream pie I deposit there I'll let you retrieve and swallow."

"Oh my God!" I gasped, getting way more information that I needed about my daughter. I mean I'd known before yesterday she was sexually active, and yesterday I'd learned she was slutty like her mother in high school and as a college freshman, but that she preferred it in the ass to anywhere else was somehow still shocking... although not overly surprising if I would have thought about it and how easily she had taken Ocean's big dick up her butt yesterday.

"She usually bellows that when she comes from getting her shit hole reamed," Ocean bluntly added, as she pulled her fingers out of my ass.

"I can't believe it," I said, although I didn't doubt she was telling the truth. I hadn't been ass reamed, as she put it, in years, and yet here I was on all fours willingly being gaped for her teen cock.

"Oh, I imagine she won't believe this either," Ocean countered, as her cock pushed against my rosebud... and after a brief resistance... her cock filled my ass.

"Oh God!" I screamed, the pain coursing through me as my asshole was unnaturally stretched by her big, thick cock.

"Like daughter, like mother," Ocean quipped, as her cock kept boring deeper into my forbidden hole.

"So big," I said weakly, through gritted teeth as I dealt with the burning.

"Also what your daughter declared when I took her anal virginity," Ocean revealed.

And then her body was resting against mine.

Her cock was buried deep in my rectum.

She lay there a minute, thankfully allowing me to get accustomed to having a big trunk up my shit hole. Talk about your tree huggers!

She then said, "Now rub that twat as I slowly fuck your ass."

Wanting some pleasure to distract from the pain I was feeling, I quickly obeyed.

And as she slowly fucked me, I rubbed my clit.

As she slowly fucked me, the pain started to fade.

As she slowly fucked me, pleasure began to emerge... slowly at first... like a meandering snail out for a leisurely stroll ... but eventually the pleasure overtook the pain as I slid a couple fingers inside my wet snatch. Okay, this was going to work for me.

"Your daughter has her best orgasms from anal," Ocean said. "I bet that's another like daughter, like mother thing."

"I don't know," I moaned, "but I think I'm going to find out," as I tried to time my front door fingering with her back door thrusts.

After a few more slow thrusts, she said, "Alright, time to ream your round rim."

I was surprised at how disappointed I was when she pulled out and my ass was suddenly empty, just as I was getting used to having it full.

She stood up, and ordered, "Bend over the couch."

At first I was confused by the order, until she added, "Put your hands on the couch cushions and showcase that firm ass of yours."

"Oh, okay," I nodded, now understanding what she was requesting.

As she put her hands on my hips, she asked, "Ready to really get reamed?"

"God, yes," I answered, "ream my shit hole like you ream my daughter's."

"Good girl. That's what I want to hear," she said, as she slid her cock back in my ass.

She moved her hands to my lower back and began slamming into me... the anal prep now completed.

"Oh yes, fuck my asshole," I moaned, getting turned on by giving up my ass to a shemale teenager.

"I'm going to be fucking this whenever I want," she said, as her body slammed into mine.

"It's yours whenever you want it," I offered, not thinking of the future, but only the present.

"Good ass slut," she approved, as her cock kept reaming me.

For a couple of minutes, maybe more, she fucked me in this position.

Then she pulled me up, pushed me against the wall and fucked my ass in a new position... one that oddly didn't allow her to get as deep... although my knee took a beating banging again and again against the wall.

Then we were back where we started.

She sat back on my couch.

I sat on her cock... although this time in my ass... reverse anal cowgirl. A position where I controlled the penetration and the pace.

Horny and wanting to come like a cheap anal slut... I devoured the whole cock up my butt and rode her like my sexual life depended on it.

"Oh yeah, ride my cock with that tight asshole," she moaned, as I rested my hands behind me on her shoulders for balance and her hands held my ass.

"Oh God, I'm going to come soon," I moaned, after a couple dozen bounces of anal rapture.

And after a couple dozen more bounces, my third orgasm cascaded through me. "Oh fuck!" I screamed.

"Another ass slut swims home," Ocean quipped, before adding, "indeed, like daughter, like mother."

I collapsed forward off of her and onto my back on the floor as the orgasm ripped through me.

To my surprise, Ocean straddled my chest and ordered, "Get your cum, slut."

I reached for her dick with one hand while I moved my other hand to my cunt to rub myself as my orgasm continued.

In just a few pumps, the second facial of the night splattered my face.


"Ohhhhhh, yeah," Ocean grunted, as she finished unloading all over my face.

I looked up once I was done getting my facial cream and smiled, "God, you shoot loads."

"It's a gift," she shrugged.

"Yes, it is," I smiled. "Thank you."


Once she got off me, she began dressing and said, "Next weekend is the sex party."

"Oh," I said, now recalling that.

"I'm either taking you or Nat," she said.

"Take me," I said, not wanting my daughter going to a sex party.

"Well, aren't you an eager beaver," she smiled, already dressed.

"Can I assume the sex party is discreet?" I said, my face feeling heavy with cum.

"Of course," she nodded, as she headed towards the door.

"Okay," I agreed, as I stood up, suddenly watching nervously as she pulled out her phone.

"Smile," she said, as she snapped a picture.

"Please no," I pleaded.

"Just for my own wall of cum," she smiled, as she headed out adding, "time to go and deposit a load in someone you know very well, Mommy-slut."

As she walked out, I quickly went behind her to close the door, knowing everything had changed.

A moment of weakness... seeing a shemale naked... and I was no longer in control.

Fuck!

What had I gotten myself into?
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