Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... more easily and less painfully in and out, but her constant thrashing into me creates a queasy feeling in my gut. Ms. Pennington grunts like an animal every time she thrusts forward and slaps my ass every few strokes. In an attempt to take my mind off the ordeal, I think about today’s and yesterday’s events. I am totally confused as to my own reaction to what I have been going through. Although most of what I have been subjected to has been either painful or humiliating, somewhere deep inside me I feel a strange attraction for the women who have been imposing their will upon me. Even the whipping I received just a few minutes ago and the ass thrashing I am currently taking, none of which appear on my favorite sexual activity list, stir an unknown and deep feeling of arousal in me, manifested by the gradual swelling of my dick. My bodily reaction is beyond my understanding. Ms. Pennington withdraws the strap-on from my ass and finally unties the handcuffs around my wrists. I drop to my knees, exhausted. Ms. Pennington’s shoes appear below me and my head is suddenly jerked up by the hair. I am staring at the tip of the shit smeared strap-on which is still attached to her crotch. ‘You soiled my cock, you bitch. Suck it!’ Ms. Pennington pulls my head forward and the strap-on bumps against my lips and slides off the side over my cheek. She grabs my head with both hands and pulls it back again. ‘Open your mouth! I’m going to fuck your mouth like I fucked your ass, slut.’ She ...

... aims the tip of her phallus at my open mouth with adjusting movements of her hips, but it keeps wobbling up and down and she ends up ramming it against my chin. After two more unsuccessful attempts, which leave my face smeared with my own shit, she finally manages to penetrate me. She pushes it in all the way to the back of my throat but pulls it back when I gag. ‘Suck it, bitch.’ Her hips start to grind back and forth and she is fucking my mouth as she said she would. She is looking down at me, grinning. It is obvious from the look on her face that she is drawing great satisfaction from seeing her cock slide in and out of my mouth. My own cock is hard like a rock between my legs, twitching against the cold floor. She doesn’t seem to notice. After a while Ms. Pennington withdraws the strap-on from my mouth and loosens the straps. She motions me to get up and hands it to me. ‘There’s a broom closet behind that door. Wash it and bring it back to me.’ I open the door she points out to me. It is empty, but there is a concrete washbasin at the far end. I wash the strap-on and dry it with a paper towel from a dispenser that hangs precariously at an angle. When I return to Ms. Pennington, she is standing in the middle of the room, naked from the waist down. ‘You’re a mess, Peterson. You’d better take a shower.’ She points to the floor in front of her and I kneel down before her. I know exactly what she has in mind. She spreads her blond cunt and starts pissing immediately. The thick ...