Walter Ellison - Hot like mom

Mrs. Pussie took Johnny over in front of Mrs. Julian's face. She fed the boy's cock into the woman's mouth. Mrs. Julian did not balk. She accepted the limp cock gratefully. She wanted something to suck on. She was breathing heavily, the excitement of the tongue up her asshole was driving her wild.

Mrs. Hayes fucked the asshole with her tongue, played with her own cunt with one hand while she stroked Mrs. Julian's box with the other.

In a short time, the boy's tool began to enlarge within Mrs. Julian's mouth. The boy began to move back and forth, fucking her in the mouth. The woman was a mass of seething sensuality. She groaned and sucked, wriggled her rear and moved back onto the invading tongue. She was beside herself with pleasure. She was bursting with the need to come.

In a few seconds Mrs. Julian began to grunt and strain. Her mouth opened reflexively. The boy's cock smashed down her throat and her body swayed and wriggled through her orgasm. The boy's cock erupted and pound its juices down the woman's throat. Mrs. Hayes buried her tongue deep into the other woman's asshole, as her body was thrust forward with the violence of her own orgasm.

"Pip!" Mrs. Pussie shouted.

The two women were filled with remorse. Mrs. Hayes looked over at her husband. She read disgust on his face too. Her eyes pleaded with him to forgive her. How could he. She still had the taste of the woman's asshole on her tongue. She wanted to die at that moment. She wanted to tell him that she didn't know what came over her or that she couldn't help it that she had been forced. But it was not like that. She had voluntarily tongued the woman's asshole. There was no doubt about that. She was to blame. She fell to the floor and wept bitterly, begging for forgiveness.

Mrs. Pussie took up her whip and lashed the crying woman across her ass. Mrs. Hayes screamed and jumped, falling onto her side on the floor. The whip struck again and the woman began crawling across the floor toward her tormentor.

"Yes, beat me!" she begged. "Hurt me! Whip me! Drive this Devil from me! Ouch! Oohhhhhh!"

The woman fell onto her back. She kicked her legs in the air. "Hit me on my cunt! Whip it!"

"I'll whip the Devil out of you! You're nothing but an ass-sucking tramp!" Mrs. Pussie shouted at the squirming woman at her feet. She lashed at the woman's gash.

"More! More! Hurt me! Beat me! Slash me! Make me sorry for my sins! Make me bleed! KILL ME!"

"Me too!" Mrs. Julian shouted. "I need to be punished! Please punish me! Beat me too!"

Mrs. Pussie was in her glory. She turned around and began whipping Mrs. Julian's upturned rear. She alternated between the two women.

The men watched their wives beg for their whippings. They couldn't believe their eyes and ears. They gave their bodies over to the whip and to the woman who wielded it. How could something like this happen? How could these women that they thought they knew do such things? Their personalities were so radically altered. They were at the mercy of this wicked woman who degraded them, humiliated them, and they came back for more! The two husbands knew that they could not have stopped the proceedings. They could not have changed their wives' minds. This woman was more influential than they. She had these women eating out of her hand. The men were jealous.

On her back on the floor, Mrs. Hayes lay crying and screaming. Finally, Mary had had enough of her mother's cruelty. She lunged at her mother and wrestled her to the floor. Site nabbed her mother around the neck and pushed her knee into the woman a back. Choking sounds came from the woman's throat, and her arms flailed helplessly at her sides. The woman was taken completely by surprise; she could not tight back. Her daughter grabbed hold of a handful of her mother's hair and jerked her mother's head backward with it. With her other hand she gasped her mother's mouth and pulled upward and backward. This stretched the woman's mouth painfully.

Seeing her advantage, Mrs. Hayes got up, picked up the whip and began striking Mrs. Pussie on her bottom. The woman screamed and yelled, kicked her legs wildly. She struggled to escape but her daughter's grip was firm. Her mouth was sore and her ego was bruised. The whip left red-lines on Mrs. Pussie's backside. Mrs. Hayes began whipping the woman's thighs and legs until they too became red with welts.

Mary let her mother's head drop to the floor. She turned around and saw Mrs. Hayes plunging a dildo, up her mother's ass.

Mrs. Pussie screamed.

This was more like it, Mrs. Hayes thought.

The dildo fucked in and out of Mrs. Pussie's rectum, bringing her pain and pleasure; Mrs. Hayes loved every minute of it. Shown finally getting back at the bitch.

Mary liked watching her mother getting fucked in the ass. She liked hearing her scream. She liked having her struggle. She liked being in control. She liked getting revenge. She rubbed her crotch against her mother's back to masturbate herself.

"Oh, fuck my asshole." Mrs. Pussie gasped, her had rolling back and forth with the exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. Much to Mrs. Hayes' disappointment, Mrs. Pussie screamed out in orgasmic delight. The dildo in her ass had brought her satisfaction. She groaned and sighed, lying very still. The dildo was left in place.

Mary led Mrs. Hayes over to the other pillow. With help from Johnny, they locked the woman inside the thing. Mary then escorted Johnny back to the bed and tied him once again to it. Her father was the only one free. She wanted to bind him too. She tricked him into an embrace and then kneed him in the groin. When he doubled up she wrapped a rope around his wrist. The man was in too much pain to fight back. She grabbed and tied his other hand too. She left him lying on the floor, groaning and gasping in pain.

Mary looked at her handy work. She was certainly becoming an experienced dominatrix. Her mother smiled up at the girl. Mary was pleased. She smiled at her mother. "You are a good slave," she told her.

"Thank you, mistress," her mother answered.

Mistress, Mary thought. Yes, mistress, that was what she was at this moment.

Mary looked at each one of her subjects. The men and the boy were tied up. The men to the wall and the boy to the bed. The women were locked in the pillories. She gazed about the room. The men looked so ridiculous and vulnerable. Her reverie was interrupted by the doorbell.

The girl shut the heavy door behind her and went upstairs to answer the door. It was her long-time boyfriend Mike, a policeman, and her girlfriend June, a policewoman. She invited them in. They said they had come around because they thought something had happened since she hadn't been to work in several days.

Mary had completely forgotten about time. Her adventures in the cellar had numb her to the activities of the rest of the world.

The girl prepared a special form of coffee for her two friends. They wanted to know where her family was. They would soon find out. She sat and talked with the couple until the drug took effect. Soon they both were unconscious. Mary dragged both bodies to the cellar. She tied Mike to the wall and placed June on the rack.

The feeling of power within Mary was overwhelming. When she surveyed her captives she was amazed at what she had accomplished. She had only taken off Mike's trousers, feeling that leaving the top part of his uniform on added to the erotic value of the scene. She had stripped off June's whole uniform. She had taken the woman's badge and pinned it in her hair. At first she had wanted to pin the badge to the woman's nipple!

Mary greased up Mike's night stick with the Vaseline and rammed it up the man's asshole. The man awakened with a scream. She could only get the thing in about halfway. She tied a piece of rope around the stick and around his body to keep it in place.