Mrs. Quill

Mrs. Quill timed her well coordinated thrusts with the DJs music downstairs. Her subdued victim didn’t take long to surrender. As his gushing sea of passion oozed out, she expertly manoeuvred herself to absorb him. He helplessly croaked as his captor wrenched her fleshy walls and moaned in delight. Carefully sapping his strength away. Sowing the seeds of a newfound sexual relationship was truly exquisite. A new relationship with her step daughter’s boyfriend that is.

Eugene had excused himself from the party In search of the bathroom upstairs. Little did he know that he would be quickly emasculated by Mrs. Imani Quill, step mother of his girlfriend Nina. Imani was a dark broad bodied woman with silky brown hair which usually hung in a well kept bun. Her expansive arms and thighs complemented her body and rich demeanour. The dragon tattoos on her gorged buttocks danced fervently as she sexually devoured her prey. It was a perfect plan. She has followed him into the bathroom and bolted it shut. Before he could react, Imani had slapped a cloth drenched in chloroform across his mouth. She swiftly subdued him from behind and positioned his frame over the toilet seat. The extremely loud music had successfully masked the struggle. All Eugene could see was a blurry figure dressed in pink undoing his lower wear. The woman’s artificially enlarged assets were tempting and he thought it might have been a dream. To Imani it was a long cherished desire to finally have him. She propped up her dress and straddled his awaiting loins. Mrs. Quill let out a deep sigh of relief when she wedged herself deep into his throbbing manhood. Her extra high heels gave her the leverage to clamp on and grind his pelvis. Why she desperately wanted this young man, Imani couldn’t explain. All she knew was that absorbing his cheesy goodness would make her stronger. And it did. The energy seemed to drain right out of Eugene and he was teetering on the brink of collapse. He could feel his juices being robbed away by someone whom he had respected.

When he was weak enough, Mrs Quill dislodged herself from Eugene. She could’ve gobbled him up until he fainted but she needed him conscious. With a steely look, she spoke softly: ‘Oh my Eugene. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your cream chowder. I’ve always wanted you more than anything in the world. You’re my guilty obsession and nothing can change that. See that iPhone beside the sink? It’s been recording how I pleasured you all night. Call it my insurance. You’re going to do exactly as I say or else. First, you WILL marry my step daughter and keep her happy. If anything happens to her, that video will go viral and I promise. Secondly, you will pledge your undying loyalty to me and become my love . Only I will pleasure myself with you. I was your first and I will be your last’. Imani shoved her tongue down his throat to cement her claim, licking the taste of cheap wine out of his mouth. Ultimately, Eugene with a feeble voice spoke: ‘I submit to you, my lady. I am all yours and I promise to love Nina forever. I...I...will be your tool of pleasure until my last breath. Use me anyway you see..I...ack... He could barely finish the sentence as she plunged back in.

As the music grew louder and crowd got wilder, so did Imani’s appetite. Forcing Eugene to orgasm deeper and harder into the ominous night. The phone buzzed in his jeans pocket. It was Nina. Unfortunately, he was too indisposed to attend to her call. By this time, Mrs. Quill had wrapped her naked body around the young man and made him squirm for the umpteenth time on the marble floor.