Linda ends Billy's reign

It was taking Billy all his strength to pry open his eyes, only for them to shut under the burden of immense pain, pulsing from his chin to the now throbbing vein visible on his temple.

He tried to lick away the dry cracks off his lips, as if doing so would quench away his thirst.

Billy hadn't even begun to piece together his surroundings when he felt a tug on his arm...

...which, to his horror, made him realise his hands were tied behind his back.

"You're not going anywhere honey"

Billy's eyes widened with shock as he heard the familiar voice coming from behind, ignoring the throb in his head.

"I hope it's not too uncomfortable"

Even in his dazed state, Billy could perceive the sarcasm dripping from her words.

Stacy leaned forward, each word a warm whisper tingling on his neck.

"I knocked you out...mister champ"

She paused, letting her words settle inside the storm that was stirring up within Billy. To him, it was nothing less than a slow yet deliberate stab.

"with just...one punch"

The knife twisted, the heat emanating from the wound silencing the cry within. He couldn't help but squirm in his place, **** to get free from his binds, but in vain. All Billy felt was the cold metal bench beneath, and Stacy's legs sticking to his.

Billy had been grating his ego to shreds for quite some time, but this was the moment he felt most ****. His legs wide apart, without a shred of covering, and a woman spooning him, her hot breath crashing against his nostrils, its scent like the sulphur fumes emanating from a devil.

From the corner of his eye, Linda emerged, with quite a change in her wardrobe.

She was sporting a blue padded bra and a matching v-string panty.

Without breaking her eye contact, Linda swung her leg over the bench and planted her foot with a conviction which had been unseen before.

She slammed down on the metal seat, the resulting reverberations pulsing through Billy's bare flesh.

"I'm glad you agreed..."

"Stacy...can you please shut the...just shut up..."

Rather getting upset from her best friend's sharp words, Stacy grew curious, her lips convulsing to a mischievous smile.

Linda, with her gaze still locked on Billy, continued.

"Look how the tables have turned"

A weak grunt was all Billy could come up with. Stacy pulled him back, a cop restraining a low-life thug.

"I was fucking pissed at you Billy...I just...I somehow wanted to snatch that smirk away from your stupid face..."

"Ooh...such colorful language", Stacy cooed.

Linda shot a glare, the type which could be only perceived by someone who has known her for years. Stacy obliged and backed off from making another comment.

"What was it about Stacy that caught your eyes...or is it just mommies in general...huh?"

Billy felt the familiar twitch in the base of his shaft, the heat spreading from the gonads to the tip of his meat. Stacy's delicate fingers fiddling on his inner thighs did not help either.

"What my friend shared about you...while you were napping...like a baby..."

Linda winked at Stacy, a smug grin on her face, a silent exchange recollecting a similar conversation they had minutes before. Stacy gave back a nod of approval.

"...it was quite the revelation...or was it?"

Linda paused to let her words linger in the air.

"...I mean...retrospectively speaking...wasn't it my punch...if you can call it one...that gave you a hard on...in front of all the ladies?"

Billy couldn't help but notice the beads of sweat glistening on Linda's cleavage, like dew on morning grass, catching the light in a way that took his breath away.

"It was me...right Billy?...I gave you a hard on...c'mon say it"

It wasn't just her punch though, but a culmination of many events which had contributed to Billy's 'state' during the workshop.

The incessant teasing by the Asian lady, the judgemental stares of the participating women, and the unsettling closeness of the two best friends to his body right after the punch.

However, Billy, in his dazed state, couldn't recollect the intricate details of how exactly he had gotten hard.

Linda, unable to wait any further, leaned towards him, placing her hands right on his tight pecs, his heart thumping beneath her palm.

"Say it", she whispered repeatedly, the scent from her lips intoxicating his senses.

Sandwiched between the predatory women, Billy's mind raced. He sensed his self respect draining away, and a single 'yes' seemed the only way to prevent himself from spraying his load like a punctured hose.

Billy grunted again, which was as good as a 'yes' for Linda. Stacy frowned, as if her prize had been snatched away.

"Good boy..."

Linda almost brushed her lips against his.

"I'm not gonna lie...I felt jealous when you chose her..."

Linda's words hung heavy in the air. Stacy, on the other hand, slowly scanned Linda's face, as her eyes widened with disbelief. This couldn't be the same timid woman she'd known for years. Her last confession, in particular, was a shocking revelation.

Stacy barely managed to keep a straight face, hiding the turmoil within.

"...but it's not about Stacy...is it?...she could be anyone..."

Linda traced the tip of her finger against Billy's sensitive dick. A low moan escaped his lips, a silent plea for more. Even Stacy bit her lips, her fingers busy inside her shorts.

"...as long as she fullfills your craving...your forbidden desire...a fetish so specific...she could be anyone...Stacy told me all about it..."

Billy's meat was dancing to Linda's tune.

"...but then...I gave it some thought...and realised...it cannot be just 'any' woman...I mean...you have so many good looking girls in school..."

Linda paused, weighing her next words carefully.

The silence in the room was deafening, each passing moment trying to unfold a fateful truth.

"...of course...it meant you love mature women...or more importantly...you love your milfs dominating you...that's what you kids call us...right?..."

A faint chuckle escaped both Linda's and Stacy's lips simultaneously. Stacy went ahead and gave Billy a wet peck on his neck.

"...but then this..."

Linda brought her fingers close to Billy's chin. He instinctively winced, adding more weight to Stacy's story.

"...this is more than being submissive...isn't it?...this obsession of yours, it goes deep...perhaps mommy issues?..."

A faint image of Heather flickered in front of Billy's eyes as his breath hitched for a moment.

"...you were ready to serve your career on a platter...you even let Stacy knock you out...should I admire you for your twisted sense of commitment...or laugh at your lack of..."

As she was about to complete her sentence, Linda felt his cock twitch beneath her finger tip, reaffirming her thoughts.

"Look at me..."

Linda sighed audibly and slid back as she held her breasts.

"...drink the sight of my body...let it all in...the 'milf' who's about to ruin your life...your career...your fucking future..."

A shiver snaked down Billy's spine, icy tendrils reaching for his heart. Stacy's hand snaked in and took hold of his quivering meat.

"Ugh...you bitch..."

Billy tugged his arms, his muscles bulging against the strain of his binds.

"All these muscles...and losing against a pair of panties...", Stacy whispered, a venomous hiss in his ear.

"No...no...not like this..."

Billy failed to notice Linda swinging her legs over the bench to place her ass right in front of his face.

"Billy...Stacy told me all about your ass worship routine...care to demonstrate?...I might change my mind..."

Madness dripped from Billy's eyes as he lunged forward, his lips descending on Linda's ass, restrained only by Stacy's iron grip over his family jewels.

The rhythmic slap of Billy's lips against Linda's exposed flesh was suddenly overshadowed by a subtle rustle of leather against skin. A chill ran down his spine as his lips peeled away, a pop echoing in the quiet room. His ragged breaths mixed with the stale air emanating from her backside.

Linda peered over her shoulder, intoxicated by the terror in Billy's eyes.

"Your final moments as a champ...beneath my ass...a fitting end"

She swung her leg yet again, this time over Billy's head, pulled her fist back, ready with the glove, twisting her hips just as he had taught, and delivered the world shattering blow.

The sound reverberated through the room, a relentless echo that seemed to seep into the very walls.