He fucks her

Just for a moment, Matt considered whether he should punish her by walking out. Maybe he'd gotten her to the point where she would do what he said regardless. Maybe he'd gotten her to the point where she'd be more cooperative if he left her frustrated rather than satisfied. But then his teenage senses kicked in. She was hot. He was horny. He wanted to fuck her and she was willing. There was nothing wrong with this picture.

"On the ground on your back," he commanded.

She silently complied.

He stripped off his clothes, then straddled her ribs, shoving his dick between her big fake tits then spitting into her cleavage for lubrication and humiliation.

"Push those melons together hard." he said.

"Of course, master."

He wondered how much of the master thing was an act, how much was just her indulging in fantasy, and how much was real. If it was all real, he could just order her to back off and go on with his life but he didn't think it was.

He humped her boobs for a few minutes, squeezing them and pinching her nipples hard enough that it had to hurt then he stood.

"Okay, bend over the bed."

She nodded and followed his instructions.

"Grab your cheeks and pull them apart."

"Are you going to do my ass... master."

"Is your cunt too loose to bother with? We'll see."

"I try to keep it tight."

"Yeah, I said we'll see."

She was dripping wet so he didn't mess around, grabbing her hips and shoving his dick all the way into her.

"Doesn't your husband use this cunt at all?" Matt demanded. "You're as tight as a virgin."

"He likes younger girls."

There was a lot of that going around the Hill. Not that Matt could blame the guys. Who wouldn't want an eighteen year-old of their own? Still, there was a lot to be said for MILFs as well. If Matt was married to this woman, he would fuck her a lot... and also fuck eighteen-year-olds if he had the chance. Sort of like enjoying both steak and chocolate cake... why pick one if you can have both?

"Well I'm pleasantly surprised," he said as he continued fucking her. His experiences over the past few weeks had finally kicked in and he was no longer tempted to squirt the second he inserted... which was lucky because he was pretty sure that would ruin the fantasy for Mrs. Fellers... and ruin any chances he had of taking advantage of the situation.

"You will practice your blowjobs," Matt said. "You may call me and ask my permission to blow your husband or practice with a dildo but I'll expect a daily call to report progress from the previous day and to determine a target for the next day. There's no point in a slut not being able to suck dick."

"I understand." She was making little grunting noises as he continued pumping her pussy.

"You will reserve your cunt and your ass for me, of course," he continued. "If you do a good job with your blowjobs, I may be able to use you in a MILF show on my channel. You'd like to be able to show that jerk of a husband of yours that you've still got it, wouldn't you."

"Hell yes, master," she groaned. "Please give it to me hard."

Yeah, he could do that.

He slapped her ass and increased his speed, plunging all the way into her until he bottomed out on her cervix, then pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in.

"Squeeze my dick," he ordered. "You're loosening up. I can't have a loose cunt on my team."

"Sorry, master. I'll try to do better."

Not that her pussy was loose. Still, he couldn't let her get cocky. She was into the humiliation thing and it was his job to keep it up. Not that doing so was any great hardship although, really, he preferred girls who were willing and enjoying themselves.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered.

"Hell no," he said. "You don't get to cum until you get me off."

"But--"

"There are no butts. Squeeze my dick with your loose cunt and milk my sperm out of me and then, if you do a good job at it, I may let you cum."

"But master... I have--"

"Time you lose that word 'I' from your vocabulary. You're my slut. I decide what you do and when you cum, do you understand."

"Yes, master."

"Okay, flip over. Maybe squeezing those big fake tits of yours will help me get off."

She obeyed without a word and Matt grabbed her legs, pulling her up until her legs wrapped around his neck, and finally plunging into her again.

At this angle, his dick hit her G-spot every time he shoved it in and her face got red as she tried to hold back her orgasm.

Matt tried to hold back a grin. If she came against his orders, he'd have a perfect excuse to punish her. Of course, if she managed to hold on... well, he'd have to make sure that didn't happen.