“Yass! Oh god, right theh-!”
Emily’s breath caught as the third orgasm of the afternoon ripped through her body. On her hands and knees, she gripped the bedsheets, her head pushed into the crotch below her on an expensive pillow. She was sure she was leaking excessive pussy juice on the redhead woman’s face, but she didn’t care. After all, her mom’s friend was a total submissive slut.
Alison’s voice was ragged, “Yes Gwen! Give it to her! She deserves to be pleased.” Another orgasm ripped through her as, per Emily’s orders, she plunged a thick purple, vibrating dildo in and out of her wide-open well-used womanhood.
She was in and out of clarity having once again succumbed to the incredible power of her dominant daughter. She often wondered how she arrived at this moment but realized after the fourth or fifth time they had had sex that too much thinking destroyed the pleasure. She was an addict for sexual degradation, and her daughter was just the person to give it to her.
She was quite thankful they were at Gwen‘s house using Gwen‘s bed because right now these sheets would need at least two washings to get all of their lust-made mess completely cleaned up.
Forty-three year-old Gwen was feasting on teen pussy that tasted like nothing she had ever had. This girl was sweet and subtle. Like spring rain. It was intoxicating.
And her body? There was no question why her new friend Alison was submissive to this young goddess. The minute Gwen saw those blue eyes and incredible tits, she knew she would kneel before her as well. It took less than twenty minutes.
“Oh, my fucking God, Gwen! You eat me way better than Mom. I thought my slut mother was the dirtiest mommy whore in the world but- fuck yes, like thaaaat !”
A strangely perverse pride rose up Gwen’s core and the busty redhead MILF blushed. The energy increased her fervor. She nearly came when Emily smacked her pussy with her wet hand.
The sweaty blonde gave affirmation. “Right there! Yes, right there! I’m - aww gah- cumming again.!”
Emily was now aggressively slapping the brown and pink cunt underneath her. What started as a 69 had devolved into the teenager face fucking the older woman while dominating her sex.
“Mmmmthhhh!” Gwen did her best to push Emily up off her face so she could breathe and speak freely. “Miss! oh fuck! Going to nnghh- !” Another cunt smack. “Please, please let this slut- fuuuuck- cum!”
Emily’s own orgasm was washing away like a slow wave on the shore when her sharp mind took charge. She reached over and with her right hand, snatched the purple dildo out of her own mother‘s pussy! Alison yelled in shock and almost reached out to pull it back. But she knew better.
With deft hands Emily flipped over the toy and pushed it into the gasping gash underneath her. It triggered an explosive climax that shook the entire bed.
Gwen was incoherent, her voice strangled by ecstasy.
Emily was afraid she was going to be tossed off but her tight dancer body and strong leg muscles held in place, anchored by the face of the woman she was fucking with the long purple toy.
“Cum bitch! Cum like a filthy needy slut!”
“Ohhh FuuUUUCK!” Alison shouted in sisterhood!
“What would your husband say if he saw you cumming on this big fucking toy being used by someone who’s less than half your age?!”
Emily had been alternating between thigh and vulva smacks. Hard enough to elicit pink yet not so hard as to leave a bruise. It had been fun experimenting on her mom to vary her impacts and that gave her confidence in her punishments. “Fuck! You are going to make me cum again just from punishing you. What a perfect h-h-h-whore!” She was loving the clutching of the dildo, the conflict between her grip and Gwen’s clutching vagina. She pushed in hard and cranked the vibration to max. The sound was literally electrifying.
“Oh my - fuck, MISSSS!” Alison shook as her own orgasm erupted. Having just given up the same toy, she was vicariously experiencing the aggressive fuck from her daughter into her friend.
“What would your daughter think of this filthy cum addict?”
That broke Gwen. The climax was full bodied. She arched up and howled into the crotch of this incredible Domme. Her voice raged back, “FUUUUUUuuuuucckkkkk!” Her cunt convulsed and she shook Emily up and off.
The teen laughed as she sat next to Gwen and was stunned when despite her grip, the dildo shot out with a wet whoosh!
“Jeezus, look at that, Mom…” she marveled to Alison as Gwen’s cum peaked again. They both watched in awe as the host flopped to the bed; sheets covered in sweat, three flavors of cum, and a large amount of teen spit.
Emily laughed and tossed the purple phallus to her mother. “That was awesome! Clean up time!”
She hopped off the bed, Alison marveling that she had so much energy. Emily headed into the en-suite. “Hurry up sluts! Don’t want Shelby to find Mommy in a compromising position. Well… Not yet.”
Alison was over Gwen’s face giving her lover soft kisses as she came back around. “You okay FC?”
Gwen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Fuck, Alisub…your daughter…wow.”
Alison nodded and the two began to rise.
Emily popped in looking for her clothes. “Come on! We need to get this place back in order!”
The two older women looked at each other; Alison rolled her eyes and blushed and Gwen winked. They bratily chorused, “Yes Miss!”
Emily laughed and broke character. “Okay, you’re on your own,” and sauntered out of the room, her gorgeous, now panty-clad ass swaying provocatively. “And we still haven’t finalized transportation to the TWP!” she called back.
She was referring what she was calling the “triple whore party” next week.
The three had been hired by a regular client of The Handler, Davenport. Tall Tom, as Davenport called him, had requested Emily and Alison, and when they asked if Gwen, the bad ass anything-is-possible redhead, could come along, the client leapt at the chance. It was a poker party out of town. An overnight gig where no holes were to be off limits. The three women were to serve and pleasure all five gentlemen players.
The plan was to leave Gwen’s car at the train station where she was supposedly going to see her sister who had legitimately broken her foot. Said older sister was aware of, and supported Gwen’s part time smut-life, as she called it, and had provided alibis twice before. The three would then drive to the town nearly two hours away and get ready in a motel that Davenport had secured before heading to the client’s house.
Tall Tom came to their town quite frequently to supervise a business that he kept secret. He apparently was very well off and currently divorced. Alison was a favorite fuck, having reminded him of his ex-wife (a common theme in a lot of her encounters). He loved how the mommy-whore took his poundings and humiliation. Venting decades of frustration about his ex on a willing partner's anus was better than any counseling or therapy he could imagine.
Alison loved it having left each encounter with spit and cum in her hair.
Emily was to be attending a dance competition to scope out whether she wanted to even join competitive dance. (She didn’t.) Her dad readily agreed to cancel plans of his own to stay with their other two children. Alison’s unsuspecting husband was excited to see his non-athletic child acting so “aggressively.”
Alison had shuddered thinking, if he only knew.
The Friday afternoon saw hugs and kisses and ‘good lucks’ after which the mother and daughter nearly raced to go pick up Gwen. The electricity in the SUV was intense as the three hit the highway heading for the motel. They had requested a room with a large bathroom and big mirrors so they could dress and do their hair and makeup. They all had flashy party dresses and did their eyes heavily to allow for running later when things got messy. “Ruined faces get more sympathy tips!” Gwen had insisted when the normally classy Alison showed reluctance.
Now with just their clutches, phones, and a small bag of lubes and toys the three headed for the address. They pulled up a large driveway to a respectably large three story. It was well-appointed but not garish.
Before they climbed out Gwen reviewed their pre-arranged safety checks.
“No one is ever alone with a client. No drinking anything you haven’t t personally poured.” Emily rolled her eyes. “And we make sure they all know the traffic light safety rules.”
They all said, “Agreed.” Then with a shared squeal they headed into the party.
Gwen, in a stunning thin-strapped green mini dress, lead the way. Emily followed, her white strapless dress evoking an innocence the clients would soon see was an act. Alison watched her daughter’s sexy legs clad in impossibly tall stilettos and her pussy spasmed. She had wanted to ravish her daughter since she had stepped out of the motel bathroom dressed like a sexy princess. Her own body was clad in a classic red fuck-me dress complimented by her new pair of red heels that even her husband had not seen.
All three had their hair down yet stylishly waved and set. Better to grab onto, Emily had suggested.
The 6'4" Tom ushered the three into the foyer with gentlemanly courtesy, he himself in designer casual wear.
“Welcome ladies. Don’t you all look stunning.” His dark eyes drank them in. He sucked in a breath as he lingered on Gwen’s impressive cleavage and the small red pendant sparkling at the end of a delicate necklace. It was a cheap piece that she didn’t expect to survive the night. “You must be G. (they only used letters to help anonymity) “Davenport didn’t do you justice. Fuck me!” He kissed the back of her hand, and she brazenly grabbed his head and planted a wet scorcher on his lips.
“I intend to,” she purred. He laughed.
Emily turned her head to her mom and muttered, “Hello, hot teen pussy here.”
Alison admonished her with a soft, “Shhhh…he knows.”
He turned to Emily and swatted her barely covered ass. "I do. And I fondly remember using this." He gave one more smack and Emily yelped.
“This way sluts. I hope you are ready for a long night.” He stopped at door off a small hallway, a guest room with a decent sized bed and its own bathroom. “This is for you if at any time you need a break. Or if someone here would like some privacy.”
The three women expressed some over-the-top gratitude knowing full well they would never be up here alone.
He let out a small laugh, knowing full well that none of them would ever be alone, and showed them to the downstairs.
Alison’s heart was racing as they descended. They honestly had no idea who or what to expect and the unknown lit her sex up with fluttering delight.
The man-cave basement was masculine yet elegant. Testosterone hung in the air but was not overwhelmingly. Alison was thankful these men were not cigar smokers. Although she fondly remembered one client who reminded her of own father. He had insisted on smoking one the whole time he fucked her in the ass. It was filthy yet she had an orgasm later showering off his stench.
Two seating areas of couches were located at the huge TV and the well-appointed bar. There was a large round poker table at the center, surrounded by three relatively nice-looking men ranging from 40 to 50, from handsome to average.
“Good. No fatties,” Emily arrogantly thought to herself.
They all looked up, one dark-haired muscular man standing when they entered.
Gwen said to Tall Tom, “Oh, I thought there was going to be five? Oh well, more for you then!”
The man who was closest, a short and muscular brown skinned Latinx offered, “There are. Dave’s running late.”
“Too bad he missed our entrance. Let’s show them what we have on the menu, ladies.” Just as they rehearsed in the motel, Alison and Emily joined the redhead in a sexy spin that ended in a slight curtsy. The men applauded.
Tall Tom clapped his hands together loudly. “Boys, the fun has arrived!” They all cheered and applauded Tall Tom. He stepped behind Alison and kissed her neck, giving her a shiver and a nipple charge. “This is A.” He then stepped to Emily who spun and kissed him hard with a large amount of wet tongue. The men all laughed. She popped off with a slurp and Tall Tom staggered and chuckled.
“And this is E. She’s 17, a great ass-fuck, (Emily legitimately blushed) and…A’s real-life daughter.” The men all made surprised sounds.
Alison gasped softly, surprised at the revelation, yet turned on that all of these strangers now knew she was a horrible mommy slut.
Emily was in show mode, excited to perform, aroused to be used. She stepped to her mom and reached under Alison's dress to grab her naked slick slit. She was not allowed underwear when Miss was using her.
“And just so you know, I’m in charge. Not Mommy.” She pulled her wet hand out and put it up to Alison’s mouth without looking. The blonde mother was red-faced and shocked. She looked at the floor and then leaned forward and licked her drippings off her daughter’s offered digits. The humiliation stung and her already aroused nerves kicked into overdrive.
The men were silent then burst into cheers and insults about what a filthy slut Alison must be. Emily beamed and then kissed her mother with as much heat as she had Tall Tom.
“They are going to ruin you tonight,” she whispered, “and you are going to love it.” Alison gulped and nodded just once.
Tall Tom cleared his throat. “And finally…” he stopped as Gwen was no longer there. She had slid over to the table during the Emily show and was sitting in the lap of a large black man. They were intensely making out. His hands on her protruding breasts. She popped off and looked falsely surprised.
“Sorry…I’m super horny and also a hot mommy slut.” She blushed and Alison felt it was at least half genuine. “You can call me G, or filthy redheaded whore, if you like.” The room erupted again, and Gwen let the man slip his hand into her bust and tweak her nipples as they resumed kissing.
Emily fumed a bit. Her competitive side was real.
Tall Tom interrupted. “Hold up there, Joe. You only get to use one of our guests if you win a pot.”
The man mumbled, “Fuck,” and lifted Gwen up. She showed disappointment but surveyed the room. “Looks like this fine gent has the most chips,” she said to a hot looking Latinx man.
The man who had stood when they entered cleared his throat. “Sure, but I won last. You’re mine.” He offered a hand, and she felt her body go pink with heat. This guy was sexy AF! "You, uh, you all know the traffic light system? Well, I am all green!" She took his hand, and he led her to the couches near the bar. After she set down her clutch and the goody bag, she straddled him, and he was soon on the way to claiming his prize.
Emily was still holding her mom in an embrace, watching the master at her craft. She whispered to no one in particular, “Fuck, she’s good.” Alison nodded again, eyes riveted on Gwen and Mr. Polite.
Tall Tom was giving instruction, “Okay, sexy girl, you and Mommy can get us another round of drinks. Feel free to have one or two. Then we will need you under the table. Because this is a ‘cum and you’re out’ game!” The boys all cheered, and Alison and Emily headed for the bar.
As they looked over to the table and duplicated the men’s drinks Emily asked, “What the fuck is a “cum and you’re out?”
Alison made a logical leap. “We give them blowjobs as they play. If they cum in our mouths they are out of the game… I think.”
Emily took a shot of tequila, obviously not her first, and her eyes went wild! “I think I saw this on Pornhub once!” She sexy walked back to the table and passed out bottles of beer. Alison followed with a perfectly executed Manhattan for the host.
He took it and sipped. He nodded his approval then paused, his eyebrows raised. Alison’s heart was racing as she sunk to her knees. As she moved under the table, she glanced over to see Gwen’s dress bunched at her waist. She was riding an impressive cock while Mr. Polite sucked her lovely left breast. “Fuck yes! Oh god, I am such a slut! Make me your cum whore, please!”
“Pouring it on thick, I think.” Emily was under the table as well. Alison could hear the eye roll.
Tall Tom gave instructions again. “Each guy gets thirty seconds. Start with me and Joe, then rotate to Joe and Manny when you hear the timer.”
“Let’s do it, Mommy!” Emily excitedly ordered. She was on hands and knees in the cramped space but managed to help Joe open his jeans. A relatively thick black and brown cock nearly poked out her eye, and she giggled. A BBC had been her first and she loved the memory. She was soon licking up the underside while fishing out a mature set of hairy balls.
Meanwhile, Alison had released Tall Tom who had smartly worn a draw string pair of casual pants. She sighed as she took hold of his long thin pole, remembering it from the last time as a voluminous cum shooter.
"Take me deep, Mommy. Show your daughter what a slut you are!”
The insult didn’t offend; it encouraged. Soon the two were slurping noisily and gagging on their appointed penises. Just when things were feeling good, Tall Tom’s phone dinged.
The mother and daughter adjusted, and Alison soon had a lovely long and hard brown cock in her teary face. Manny moaned and...
