Crossing the Line

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you fucking slut,” you say. The words feel odd coming from you lips—almost empowering—as you speak to this woman you’ve wanted to worship since you figured out what tits are for. Sally moaned in response, her eyes glazing instantly.

“You like to be treated like a whore, like to be told what to do, don’t you bitch?” you say assertively, staring possessively down into her eyes. You can feel your dick, hard as iron, straining at this new power.

“Oh, yes, James. Fuck, honey, I like it. I NEED it, James,” she purred as she melted against your body.

“Then that’s exactly what my little cum slut will get,” you say firmly.

“Your little cum slut?” she asks playfully? “I don’t recall…”

“You are my little whore, aren’t you, Sally. You will do everything I tell you to do just for some of this hot cock, won’t you,” you state, making it clear that it’s not a statement. Her hand moved between the two hips pressed together and rubbed your prick through your jeans.

“Oh baby, for this thing, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t fucking stop talking dirty, don’t you fucking stop talking to me like I’m a trailer trash fucking whore. I’m fuck meat, just for you, just for this,” she purred, bowing her head as her hand fished your raging prick out of your pants. Your whole body shudders as her breath collides with the sensitive head and you nearly loose your balance as your best friend’s mom inhales your cock like a vacuum going after dust bunnies.

“Fucking right, you will, slut,” you sigh, your body still twitching. Her mouth slides effortlessly up and down your rod, slurping loudly in quiet house. This unexpected twist has you ready to blast off early, but you don’t think in her mouth is appropriate.

“All right, slut, enough of that. You’re getting my full fucking load up that twat of yours. Is your cunt ready for some spunk, whore?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” she said, almost giggling. She stood up quickly and jerked her dress up over her hips and her panties aside, revealing her drooling snatch. You slam it home hard with one stroke, your balls slapping against her clit.

“Like that, bitch? Like being fucked like a dog, by your son’s best friend!” you almost shout as you start to mercilessly pound into her from behind.

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes! Harder, please!”

“Fuck you’re tight for an old cunt! Are you ready for my spunk? Ready for me to soak your cunt in my fuck juice?” you say, almost grunting as you slam her forward against the cupboard.

“Oh Christ, Oh fuck! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck me like the whore I am, James!” she screams. Sally’s pussy clenched hard, and unlike the college girls, she stayed clenched, if anything clenching harder as she came. You feel her pussy gush around your still pistoning cock, making another stroke before you spurt your thick load into Sally’s quivering quim.

“Oh my fucking God,” she pants repeatedly as she comes down, her legs trembling in time with her pussy walls. You pull out with a wet plop and a thick wad of creampie splashes to the floor. The sound echoes in the house.

“Turn around, cum slut, clean up the fuck stick that just nailed your pretty little twat.”

Sally does so without question, looking into your eyes the whole time. Her normally green eyes were lighter than normal, hazy with lust, submissive, and determined all at the same time.

“More, please?” she begged after licking your balls clean and sucking your shrinking shaft down her throat, cleaning it with the back of her tongue.

“Right now, my little cum slut, we’re going to set down some rules….”