You become their plaything

Eyes rolling back into your head from the overload of sensation, you try to stay focused on what Mrs. Leathson is saying.

“Now, who’s our good little girl?” She asks

“I am” you answer.

“Will you do everything we tell you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure about that. How about for tonight you refer to me as Mommy and to my husband as Daddy. Got that?”

“Yes Mommy!”

As you say that last response, her fingers retreat from your pussy only to be replaced with Mr Leathson’s cock. It feels a lot like your uncles in girth and strength, but just a little bit shorter. You feel him pounding inside you; quick but efficient thrusts that do a good job of hitting all the right spots within you. The pressure starts to build inside your gut as you can feel an orgasm coming along, and you can tell he’s getting close too.

“Want me to cum inside her dear?” He asks

“Hmm, no. That would be too good for this little slut. She’ll have to earn her creampie. Cum wherever else you want on her though.”

He pulls out of your pussy and within a few strokes spills his cum on your leg. Because of the premature ending on your end, you find yourself frustrated that you haven’t been able to orgasm yet. Unhooking you from your standing position, your hands are tied behind your back. Mrs. Leathson pushes you onto your knees at eye level with her pussy.

"Eat mommy out dear." she says

"Yes mommy." you obediently say before starting to lick

Her pussy tastes bitter, moreso than the ones you tasted earlier the same day, but you didn't let that stop you. breathing became difficult as she **** your mouth and nose into her crotch. You lick as passionately as you can, but despite your best efforts you start running out of breath. survival instincts kick in and you attempt to pull yourself away to get a breath but her vicelike grip on the back of your head keeps you there. Far from concerned, she seems to enjoy suffocating you with her pussy, and you feel her orgasm as you slip into unconsciousness.

You aren't out for more than a second, as you feel yourself breathe a in ragged gasp the moment you hit the (luckily padded) floor. Standing over you is your mistress, your saliva dripping from her wet pussy. Your own is no less wet, and if it weren't for your bound hands you'd be furiously masturbating.

"Spread your legs. sluts like you should have no shame" she says

"Yes Mommy" you reply, and do as she orders.

Taking out her phone, she takes a picture of you in your filthy, messy state. She's right, you realize. You don't have any shame anymore.