Nathan Silvers - Whipped, bound mom

"Go on, Josh!" Zola screamed. "You come too, go on, shoot up the whore's cunt!"

Dorothy shook as the climax burst out of her cunt and she knew that Kathy was coming, and Josh too, about to shoot all his cum into her spasming pussy. Above her, Martin shoved his cock into Kathy's hot mouth, his shaft ramming in and out as the first jets of cum gathered in his balls and shot down his cock.

"Yeahhhh, come on, fuuuuccckkkk, we're all gonna come, ohhh fuckkkkkk!" Martin bellowed as the white cum shot out of his piss slit into the back of Kathy's mouth. She gurgled with delight, letting ropes of it roll over her tongue.

As the third great gush of jism shot out of Martin's cock, Kathy let it fall right onto Dorothy's face. Some of it splattered onto Kathy's tits and belly, but most of it burst over Dorothy's cheeks and nose.

At that moment, Josh's cock shot deep in her pussy and the force of that ramming come drove her over the edge of reason. Her body trembled as she rammed her cunt up, taking as much of the spurting fuck rod as she could in her wet pussy. She felt Josh's heaves as he shot, and then Zola yelled as her own orgasm burst over her.

"Ohhhh shit!" Zola moaned. "Suck me, ohhh yeahhhh, shoot up her pussy, shoot you bastard, shoot!"

She rasped her hot cunt over Josh's face as he shot his load into Dorothy's helpless pussy.

Dorothy took more of Martin's hot white cum on her face. With her eyes closed and the surging orgasm thrashing her body, she sucked Kathy's cunt, while her daughter heaved and yelled in her own mounting climax. More wet jism splashed onto Dorothy's face and she buried her mouth closer to Kathy's cunt. She felt the cum running down her nose and cheeks until some of it reached her mouth. Dorothy sucked down the delightful mixture of cum and pussy juices.

"Aaaghhhh ohhhhh, fuckkkk!" Kathy screamed. Her cunt rolled over Dorothy's face, spreading the fuck juice until Dorothy had it in her hair and over her chin. Dorothy licked it down as fast as she could, while Kathy spasmed her cunt until the last murmurings of her come faded. Then she leaned in and licked the drops of jism still oozing from Martin's cock.

"Well, fuck me," Martin said. "That was a hell of a bang to go out on. I think it's time for bed, don't you?"

"Mmmmmmmmm," cooed Kathy, licking his still-hard fucker.

"I didn't mean that," Martin said, "You're gonna have your work cut out tomorrow night."

He stepped back to took at Dorothy.

"Fuck," he said. "Leave her hot… She can't get away."

As Josh slipped out of her cunt and Zola licked his cock clean as a treat, Martin loosened Dorothy's ankles so that she could move her legs. She was still helpless on her back, her neck bound by the collar her legs and arms tied. After laughing and joking at he, they left. The light was switched off and Dorothy lay there in darkness, with cum drying on her face and over her neck.

She fell asleep almost immediately. And there were no bad dreams, either.

The light went on and Dorothy jumped. She pulled at her handcuffs, felt the collar on her neck, and broke into tears. Kathy came into the room with Zola. They were dressed in small roves that swayed open with each movement they made.

"It's morning," Kathy said, brightly. "How about some breakfast?"

"Leave me alone!" Dorothy muttered. She looked around the torture chamber where her nightmare had taken place. It looked even worse to her now.

"Oh please let me go," Dorothy whispered to Kathy as her daughter untied her leg. "I won't say a word, really I won't."

"But, Mommy Dearest, we are entertaining some police friends of Martin's tonight. Surely you wouldn't want to miss that?"

The very thought of what that might mean sent a chill through Dorothy. She waited until Kathy told her to get up. Slowly she allowed herself to be led to the bathroom.

Dorothy was allowed to use the toilet, and then the shower. She came out and dried herself off.

She was led to the kitchen and given breakfast while she could hear the others laughing and joking in the dining room. She realized her total captivity. Somehow she had to get out of here. They couldn't keep her hostage for much longer.

Zola and Kathy took her to one of the bedrooms. There they tied her to the bed by the chain around her neck and left her. It was a long day for Dorothy. She, lay there trying to guess what was going on, but there was hardly any movement in the house. She tried to break the chain, but it was far too strong.

Finally Zola and Kathy came back into the room. They were obviously ready for the party. Zola was dressed in a tight black leather vest, skirt, and boots. The vest swung open to show her swelling tits, and the skirt just covered her pussy. Just below that the boots started, and the black cap pulled well over her eyes accentuated the fact that she was carrying a long, thin whip. She smiled at Dorothy.

"We've come to get you ready for the ball," she said sweetly. "Your fans are waiting."

Dorothy gasped. She was going to be some sort of special attraction at their perverted party. She sat up on the bed, crossing her arms over her tits as if that would do any good.

"Oh, come on, Mom," said Kathy. "That's silly."

Kathy looked virginal. She had on an almost transparent nightgown. It was gathered over her young tits, tied with a lacy string that ran through loops all the way to her waist. Below that it was open in the front, showing her blonde pussy hair. Simple high-heeled sandals finished the picture.

Zola cracked the whip in the air. "Get up! And behave, or you'll be in big trouble."

Dorothy leaped out of bed and stood naked in the middle of the floor.

"Stand by the mirror," Zola said.

Dorothy ran to the full-length mirror on the far wall. She stood there, shaking with fear. Slowly Zola walked around her, examining her closely.

"Yes," she said slowly. "I think your plan will work well, Kathy. See what you can do."

"Okay," said Kathy. "Sit down, Mommy." The next hour was utter humiliation for Dorothy. She sat in a chair and had her hair done in a way that was quite unsuitable for her. It made her look even younger than she normally did and accentuated the sensuality of her face. Desperately Dorothy sat there, watching Zola as she paced, the whip curled in her hand.

Then Kathy made her face up, and Dorothy was even more ashamed. With her cheekbones accentuated, her eyes made even larger and her sensuous lips done in a dark-red lipstick, Dorothy could hardly recognize herself. She looked like a whore, as if she wanted sex. Men would want to rape her. She realized that was what they were going to do. She shivered, and yet there was a strange pang of pride. She really did look wonderful.

"Put these on!" snapped Zola.

She threw Dorothy a pair of red boots. Dorothy took them and slid her feet into the soft leather. She was amazed at how easily they went on, and how sexy she looked as she stood in them, perched easily on the six-inch heels. The leather came a long way up her thighs, showed every curve of her legs, and thrust her tight ass higher, rounding it even more. She looked at it and was amazed to see that there was only a faint red glow on her flesh from all the beatings it had received the night before. She ran her hands over her ass and the flesh tingled in anticipation.

"Now these," said Zola. The gloves were elbow-length, and red like the boots.

Zola came towards Dorothy with a red leather corset that closed with a string. It looked uncomfortable, and Dorothy shivered as Zola and Kathy pulled it around her and began tightening it. There was a strap that pulled the top of the corset up so that it ran just below her tits, thrusting them up and closer together, deepening her cleavage. There was also a strap that went between her legs and tied to the back of the corset. But anybody could get at her pussy or ass if they wanted to.