A mother should discipline her daughter

Caitlin took off the strap-on and knelt before you, presenting it like a knight would present his sword. You picked it up and realized just what a monster it was; you could only just get your fingers around the shaft, and that morning star head was easily the size of your fist. You almost felt sorry for Katy, but then you remembered her on her knees with Saul Lincoln balls-deep in the only mouth you'd ever kissed. You turned to Mrs. Grey.

"This whore is your responsibility. I want you to punish her."

"Y-yes, sir," Mrs. Grey nodded soberly, stepping into the straps of the dildo. "Katy, please sit on the table."

There was panic in Katy's voice as she protested; "Mom, this is crazy! Yes, I-- I cheated on John. It was wrong, but I was just trying to practice for him! John, your birthday was coming up, remember? And you kept joking about how blowjobs wouldn't really count as sex, so I figured that's what you wanted. But I didn't really know how to do that..."

"So you decided to whore yourself out? You expect me to be grateful?"

"NO! I just-- I just want you to understand."

"Katherine Grey," Mrs. Grey snapped with that universal motherly authority that can only be accomplished through the use of her child's full name. "No more excuses. You get on that table and let me bury this strap-on in your pussy right this instant."

"No, no, no," you laughed darkly. "It's not going in her pussy. Bend over that table and spread your cheeks."

Katy set her jaw with a deep, controlled breath and rose slowly to her feet. She glanced fearfully at that massive dildo one last time before looking you in the eye.

"Okay, John. I'll do this for you, because I love you."

A sympathetic awww rang out from the crowd around you as Katy pulled her self across the table and revealed her puckered little asshole. You were suddenly feeling generous, so you waved Mrs. Grey back for a moment and knelt behind your ex. You kissed her tight sphincter as lovingly as you used to kiss her mouth, massaging her entrance as best you could with your lips and tongue. She relaxed just enough to let your tongue in an inch deep or so, and you did your best to coat that inch in spitlube before backing away and nodding to her mother.

It wasn't pretty. Imagine cramming an augur bit through a drinking straw made of meat. You couldn't bear to watch but weren't quite ready to call the whole thing off either, so you circled around to hold Katy's hand and watch her face twist in pain.

"She's, uh, she's really tearing you to pieces back there..."

Katy just nodded, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

"That's what it felt like when you tore my heart to pieces. Do you understand?"

Katy suddenly grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a sudden, passionate kiss. She didn't even seem to notice the taste of her own ass on your lips -- maybe she thought getting you off would get her out of this sooner.

"I love you, John," Katy gasped. "I always have. I always will. If all you want is a screaming lump of flesh, I'll be that. I'll be anything if it means you'll let me be near you. I can't live without you. Make me your sex ****. Your cum dump. Your cock sleeve. Just don't leave me again."

You seriously considered the offer for a moment.

"A sex ****, eh? Sounds kinda hot, but let's think it over. Your ass is a real disaster area at the moment -- quite honestly it may never be worth fucking again -- so that's one of your three holes out of commission. Your cunt doesn't deserve a cock in it, especially not mine. I might not even let you finger yourself if I owned you. That just leaves your throat... Let me just test the merchandise before I buy anything."

You stand up, and Katy dutifully opens her mouth wide for your dick. Locking eyes with Mrs. Grey, you sync up your thrusts with hers so you both get a little extra depth. You rammed straight past her lips, but she still works her tongue along your shaft as best she can while her gag reflex fought you every inch of the way.

All of a sudden, you realized that Katy really did seem to care about you. She was doing her damnedest to make it all up to you in the only way she could. That bullshit excuse about practicing for you was almost stupid enough to be legit, especially considering how dumb you both were back then. You found it in your heart to cut the girl a break.

"Damn, Katy! All that practice really paid off. I've fucked my share of faces today, and you're easily in the top ten. I have to admit, there's a poetic justice to keeping you as a blow toy. Like making a kid smoke the whole pack when you catch him sneaking a cigarette. Alright, I'll take you. Not as my girlfriend, or even my friend. You'll just be a little facepussy for me to take out my morning wood on."

When you feel your balls tighten in orgasm, you pull out, slam Katy's face against the wood, and cum in her perfect blonde hair.

"Thank you, Master," Katy rasped. "I love you. I love your cock, your balls, your cum. I'll eat your ass, drink your piss, and breath your farts from this day on."

She kept going, but you were already searching the crowd for your next fuck. You grabbed Mrs. Grey's ass for a moment, averting your eyes from the horror show below.

"Keep going until she passes out, then do what you can about the bleeding and dump her in my room. Leave her on the floor; we can't have her thinking she's allowed on the furniture!"

"Of course, sir." She nodded, then turned to you with genuine emotion. "And thank you for taking her back, even if it's like this. She just hasn't been the same since you broke up."

"I never really stopped loving her," you shrugged. "I guess that's why I was so angry. Give it to her good; I don't want this to last any longer than it has to."

Turning away from your newly acquired sex ****, you found Caitlin staring in horror at the damage her favorite toy was doing. You snapped your fingers in front of her face to get her attention, then scanned the crowd with a singular purpose in mind. All this fucking has taken a lot out of you; you've worked up a serious thirst.