Mummy & Nanna (Part 3) - Sex Stories

Mummy & Nanna (Part 3)

... inside. I moved closer to her, then pulled her head against my body, forcing my cock deep inside her mouth. I felt her body shaking as she tried desperately to control her gag reflex.

I released her head and stepped back, letting my cock slip from her lips. Daisy gasped deeply, her breathing fast and deep.

“Good slave. Now stand up.”

Swaying gently, she rose to her feet again. I smiled at her, then kissed her harshly, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth for just a few seconds before stepping back.

What next? I wondered.

Then I had a new idea. I rummaged around in a drawer and found an old airline sleeping mask. I stepped back to her and slipped it over her head, lined it up with her eyes, and then gently pressed in to make a better fit. Not enough, I thought. Another rummage and I found an old silk scarf, unused for decades, stuffed into the corner of a drawer. Long enough to go around her head and with enough length for a knot as well.

I stood back and admired my handiwork before guiding her to the bed, then making her shuffle into the centre, lying on her back. I moved the pillows around, took her bound hands, lifted them over her head, and tied the trailing tights around the headboard.

“You are going nowhere, now, slave.”

“Yes, Master.”

I climbed onto the bed, nestled myself between her thighs, then bent forward to prise her pussy lips apart.

Daisy was soaking wet. I smiled to myself, then went all the way in, licking my tongue over her hard clit. She was ready; it took no more than half a minute before she came, her whole body juddering in orgasm.

Then I started again; this time it took her ten seconds to orgasm. On and on, I licked for England, and after every orgasm, the time for her to recover was much shorter than the time to reach orgasm again.

After the eighth, she started to plead.

“Please,...