The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... mercilessly. Jesse had her legs on our mother’s shoulders and had her eyes closed. She was holding the chair in a death grip as an orgasm washed over her, and a fresh load of her juices washed over our mother’s face.

Our mother pulled back, her chin dripping with her daughter’s cunt juice, and turned to Brenda, pursing her lips as if she was going to give her a kiss, but when Brenda leaned forward she instead received another punishing slap. Her cheek had gone from being pinkish red to being fire-engine red inflamed and several welts had erupted along the cheekbone and the jawline.

“You bitch,” she murmured, glaring darts at my mother and Jesse. “You fucking whore.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” my mom said, and hit her again.

Jesse was still sitting in the chair, smiling, slowly stroking her slit. My mother turned to the camera.

“Send out our next guest,” she said. “The office gimp.”

That was my cue. I pulled on my mask and stepped into the room.

Brenda looked at me and her eyes brightened. She had no idea who I was, and I think she thought I was going to fuck her while Jesse and my mom continued their makeout session. She was wrong.

My mother, her face still dripping my sister’s cunt juice, reached down and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor and freeing my cock that had risen while watching the show on the computer. She leaned down on her knees in front of me and immediately took my cock into her mouth, sucking it all the way down ...

... her throat on the first stroke. I moaned and looked down at Brenda, who was watching intently as my mother deepthroated my meat, then pulled back, streamers of throat goop cascading down her breasts, past her pierced nipples, and over her leather dom outfit.

My mother pushed my hard, purple, pulsating cock towards Brenda, hovering the gaping tip in front of her mouth. Brenda hesitated, then shook her head.

“Not falling for that shit,” she said, then spit on my cock that was just a couple inches from her face.

“You don’t want his cock?” my mother asked.

“I’d love his cock,” Brenda said. “I just don’t want to be hit again. This is getting a little intense.”

“So suck it already,” my mom said. “I won’t stop you and I won’t hurt you. Just be sure that’s what you really want before you start sucking it.”

Brenda squinted her eyes above her pink, welted cheeks. She glared up at my mom as if considering if it was safe, then looked up at my face. But all she could see was my gimp hood and eyes looking out of two slits.

“You won’t hit me?” she asked.

I shook my head, and both Jesse and my mom said “no” almost simultaneously.

Tentatively, Brenda leaned her mouth forward and touched her tongue to the tip of my cock. When she wasn’t slapped immediately, she got a little braver and ran her tongue around the head, teasing the underside and flicking across the base of the head. A thick glob of pre-come formed and she flicked it off into her mouth. Then she sucked the ...