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By Beverley Ann Miles
I must have been heavily asleep. I finally awoke, as my
mouth was forced open - and something plastic was being
crammed in - and by that time, it was already too late to
do anything about it! The little plastic circle had been
inserted, covering my teeth and locking my mouth open. I
couldn't figure out what it was.
I lay on my side on the bed, already bound at knees and
ankles, my wrists were secured behind my back. I was rolled
face down into the pillow, then finally my elbows were
pulled back, and tied together. This forced my shoulders
back, and my chest forward - exaggerating the prominence of
my false breasts already confined by the lacy basque I was
wearing.
I could do nothing, and the liberation of that turned me on
so that my cock expanded and strained inside the tight
satin confines of my panties. I was turned back onto my
side, exposing my excitement even more, and my legs were
bent back and up, and a rope tied tight between my ankles
and wrists. The elastic of the suspenders pulled against
the front of my thighs, while the strain on my panties
overcame the friction of the skin on my cock - so that the
end of the shaft escaped its tight lacy confines.
Mmmmh...
The taste of plastic filled my mouth, and I explored the
circle with my tongue. The top and bottom were grooved with
walls going up around both sides of my teeth. The inside
was smooth. I bit down, trying to get my teeth out of the
grooves. It didn't work. I could barely force it down at
all, and when I did, my teeth went with it. It was stuck in
my mouth until someone else removed it. Or until I could
get my hands free.
I realized what it was - an 'O' Ring - I'd heard of them,
and what they were for... This turned me on even more, and
I moaned through it.
Aaaah....
I felt the mattress move beneath me as my captor climbed
off of the bed behind me, and he came around into my field
of view. I recognized him almost immediately: tall,
athletic, in a well cut suit over his sculpted ebony body,
mum's friend and gym instructor, J.
He pulled up the armchair and placed it by the bed, then
sank down into it, to stare at me. Almost absentmindedly,
he reached down, undid his trousers, and pulled out his
meat.
I'd never seen anything like it before. It was huge and
swollen, but not yet even erect. Slumping down between his
legs, the slit in his semi-hooded black knob was visible,
slowly leaking pale precum juice. He reached down, and
slowly encouraged it to lift its head, while a smile played
around his lips.
"Okay Martin. Or should I say Martine!" he said, leering.
"I expect you're wondering why and how I'm here? Well, your
Mum asked me to pop in and check whether you were okay
whilst she is away, and gave me a key. So I let myself in
and what do I find? Now I imagine that you don't want her
to know about this, eh?"
I just stared back at him.
***
I suppose its all my Mother's fault. She told me that I was
born into a happy family, but I don't remember that far
back. I know I had a younger sister, but again, I don't
really remember her either.
The whole story, which I eventually got out both my
parents, went something like this:
They married young - they had to as my Mum was expecting
with me - not getting married was just not an option then.
But that wasn't a problem, as they were both very much in
love. When I was born, my Mum was only 17 and my Dad 18.
They both got jobs, and I did a bit of growing up with my
grandparents, but then Mum fell pregnant again.
I was about 2 when my little sister was born. By now Dad
had a better job, so Mum gave up work to bring us up
properly. However money was still tight, so Mum did a few
odd jobs - mainly cleaning houses, jobs she could take my
sister along to in her cot - I was back to the
grandparents, as I couldn't be trusted not to get into
trouble!
Unfortunately, there was a car accident, and my little
sister was killed - Mum wasn't even scratched. She took it
hard, blaming herself, even though the accident wasn't her
fault, and she began to go into a decline. She suffered
from depression, and let herself go. She'd been extremely
attractive from the photos I've seen, but she lost interest
in her personal appearance, and put on weight. The life
went out of her.
Apparently the only time she was remotely like her old self
was when she looked after me. I always remember her looking
sad when I was young.
It was tough for Dad - she closed him out - but he stuck
with us for ten more years (I was thirteen then),
apparently having had a number of affairs. In the end he
left us, and filed for divorce. He kept supporting us at
first, but said Mum had to get a job, as he would only
support me after six months.
Mum didn't fight him, but I think it shook her up. She
started trying alternative therapies, and one day I came
home from school to find her smiling. She'd finally gotten
over the loss of my sister, and began to rebuild her life.
Instead of moping around, she was now all fired up. She had
taken one look at herself in the mirror, and decided
"That's got to change!" So she started at a gym and went on
a diet. In six months she was almost back to looking like
the twenty year old woman that she'd lost for 10 years.
She also got a job, and rapidly got promoted as she found
her true niche.
But that still doesn't explain why I'm made up, dressed in
sexy white lingerie, stockings and high heels - tightly
bound - and helplessly staring at a huge black cock rearing
up between strongly muscled thighs right in front of me.
***
My Mum changed her outward appearance as well. As a kid I
remembered her as, well, dull. Her blond hair - the same as
mine - was long and lank, and usually just pulled back in a
ponytail, and she wore no make-up. Clothes were just to
cover her body - sweatshirt and jeans with trainers most of
the time.
But once she got herself that new trimmer figure, she went
out and got a whole new wardrobe. She changed everything,
from underwear outwards and shoes upwards. I know this
because in the old days she didn't care what I saw, and
occasionally slobbed around in her underwear, but now she
was working as well, I had to help with keeping house -
which meant doing the washing - and I was under strict
instructions not to put her 'delicates' in the washing
machine; hand wash only.
So I got to handle her lingerie in my impressionable early
teens.
Yes, Mum had switched from underwear to 'lingerie', as well
as stockings on her legs, and high heels on her feet.
She'd kept jeans for gardening, but otherwise it was
skirts, either short or tight, and sometimes both, whilst
the baggy sweatshirt had become a deep plunging or
translucent blouse, or tight fitting pullovers.
My Mum had become hot, and school friends started
commenting - not going as far as making overtly sexual
remarks in my presence, but I knew what they were thinking
- so was I! So now, when I was separating out the washing,
I'd come across a bra or suspender belt, and start to get a
hard on.
After a while, I got to see her wearing this stuff. She'd
call me into her room when she was getting up, sitting at
her dressing table in just frillies, stockings and high
heels, so she could talk while she put on her make up. It
was the most erotic thing I had ever seen at that time. I
know it's usually difficult to think of your own mother as
sexy, but she'd changed so much that she was no longer the
dowdy woman who'd raised me.
Anyway, she'd finish her make up, and usually ask me to
help her get dressed - do up a back zip or whatever - then
she'd go out. I'd usually have to go into the bathroom then
and deal with myself - standing in front of the sink I'd
whip out my stiff standing cock, and rapidly shoot my load
over the mirror.
As Mum's job got better, she began to work longer hours,
and I offered to do more of the housework - supposedly to
help her out - and so I offered to do her hand washing, as
it seemed to take her so long.
"Why thank you Martin," she said. "But are you sure you
want to do something quite so un-manly?"
I blushed, but boldly said I'd do anything to help, as she
worked so hard it was only fair. So now I got to hand wash
all of my mother's sexy undies. And I got to put it away in
her lingerie drawers - and find what else was hidden in
there...
Handling the delicates - lace, silk, satin and elastic -
was a major turn on for me. It looked so good on her, that
I began to wonder what it would feel like to wear it
myself. So it wasn't long before I was trying on her
lingerie before I washed it - quite often making it dirtier
in the process! Then I'd wash the stains out.
The first time I pulled on a pair of panties, the sensation
was so amazing that I shot my load before they were even
snugly in place on my hips - the waistband only reached
half way up my throbbing stiff shaft, and held it tight
against my stomach whilst the knob belched its sticky
emission all over my ribs.
The panties were pink, with a lace front panel and a satin
rear, and I left them on so that I could stroke my bum
through the silky material, whilst my cream trickled down
my front to soak into the lace encasing my now shrunken
cock.
Because I was now doing her washing, and she did not know
what was missing, I began to borrow items, and occasionally
wear them all day, under my normal clothes. This acted as a
kind of exposure therapy: You can't go around with a hard
on all day, and so my cock began to relax within its satin
and lace confines. In time, I was able to tuck my soft
bulge back between my legs - a useful skill.
***
Mum started to date again. She was a bit worried about my
reaction, but I told her to get out there and have some
fun, so she did, although she rarely brought them home. She
was still going to the gym at least twice a week, and now
she was trim she was getting quite a bit of attention from
some of the male membership - which she enjoyed immensely.
Of course this gave me more time with her clothes, and with
more practice I did not make a mess of myself unless I
wanted to any more. First I tried bras and slips, then
experimented with suspender belts and stockings. I'd seen
my mother put them on, so knew how to do so without
snagging them and leaving evidence of my playing. With the
stockings on I could just squeeze my feet into a pair of
her high heels.
Fantastic! The heels caused me to stand with my bum thrust
out, heightening the already taught sensation of the
suspenders against my buttocks and thighs.
In time I became more daring, and when I knew she was going
to be out all evening, I began to experiment with her make
up. The first time was a disaster, but after that I began
to pay attention to how my mother did her face, and soon
got the hang of it. With my hair still in a collar length
pageboy cut, I began to look good, really good.
I'd now look in the mirror, and get turned on by me!
***
It was while going through my mothers drawers looking for
new things to try that I found her toys - her sex toys.
There where two vibrators, one slim and chrome, the other
bigger and more 'active' - and her dildo. It was huge - at
least twice the length and girth of my own fully enlarged
cock - and it was black. Not shiny gloss black, but Negro
black, with a pinky tinge to the bulbous knob.
It was the first time I even seriously considered my
mothers choice of partner, but I thought of the gym and it
was obvious. Most of the men there were fit black guys,
with toned muscular bodies. And suddenly the image of the
black athletes at the Olympics - in their one piece spandex
running outfits with their bulging groins - returned to me.
I stood there in my mum's lilac lingerie - basque, thong,
lace top stockings and strappy high heel sandals - a big
black dildo in one hand and stroking myself through the
thin shiny material with the other, and thought of her with
man other than my father. A tall, toned, naked black guy
standing over my mother - her dressed like me. He'd bend
her over, pull her thong to one side and fuck her; his
thick black tool thrusting deep between her smooth white
thighs.
The thought was so erotic that immediately my own cock
began shooting up my front, cum splattering the basque and
my chin.
***
Mum got a new job, and my life got even better.
She was now the sales rep for a lingerie company, which
meant not only did she spend more time away from home, but
she was using the spare room to store the free samples... I
quickly began to select 'samples' for myself, discretely
building up a selection of items in my size.
She also started going steady with one of the gym
instructors, and brought him home a few times for meals. I
wasn't surprised when 'J' turned out to be black, or have a
statuesque physique. But I was surprised at his age - he
looked about 18, but Mum assured me that he was 21 - 'My
God' I thought, 'Mum's got a Toy Boy!'
But, for a Toyboy he was intelligent, witty, polite, and
not unlikable. But he kept his attention mainly on my
mother.
Until now that is.
***
Now he staring straight at me.
"So." he continued, "I think you have a choice. Either I
can tell your mother that I caught you dressed up in her
underwear, or you can persuade me not to tell her. So
what's it to be, eh?"
I admit that given the state I was currently in, I was
quite surprised to get any option - not that it was much of
one. I was pretty sure that Mum would go absolutely ape-
shit if she found out about me in her undies, and as to
what J wanted in terms of persuasion - well the 'O' ring
was a pretty good clue...
"Do you want me to tell your Mother?"
I shook my head vigorously, and he smiled back. "Good
Girl." he said as he began leisurely to undress, placing
his neatly folded clothes on the chair.
I finally get to see him fully naked and realise that my
suspicions were right. He was a black Adonis. His perfect
body was all muscle and sinew, with not a trace of fat, and
I regarded it with awe. Then he turned to face me, his
lazily erect cock pointing straight at me - not yet fully
hard - and I realised what came next.
With the 'O' ring keeping my mouth open, my mouth and lips
had dried out, and so I automatically licked my lips. Then
realised what I had done!
"Oh you little tease. I bet you're looking forward to this!
I know I am. Your Mum is good, very good, but she's a lady.
And I bet you're a slut - a real cock teaser!"
With that, be bent over me, and picked me up off of the
bed, then placed me on my knees on the floor. I felt his
muscles against me whilst he did so, and I knew that even
without my bonds that I would have had to let him do
whatever he wanted anyway.
I was unstable on my knees and toes, so he steadied me with
his fingers on my shoulders. Of course to do that he was
standing right in front of me, and his cock was aimed
straight at my open mouth. I closed my eyes. I couldn't
move, so he stepped closer, and eased his knob between my
open lips. He stopped when my lips encircled his knob, and
waited, breathing heavily.
What could I do? I was bound tightly, and my mouth was held
open by the plastic ring, so there was no way in the world
that I would be able to stop what was about to happen. When
you have no choice, you may as well accept it rather than
have it forced upon you. That's what I thought anyway, so
at that point, I became his slut, and began to tease his
cock.
I reached out with my tongue, and began to explore the
smooth round dome of the intruder in my mouth. The taste
was odd. Not nasty, just unexpected, and it felt velvet
smooth as I moistened it, and cleaned off the precum. He
sighed above me, then slowly, he began introducing more of
his prodigious length into my waiting mouth.
I opened my eyes, and caught sight of myself in the mirror
wardrobes, that were visible to one side of J's hips. The
sight was so erotic I almost forgot it was me! A teenage
girl in sexy lingerie was kneeling in front of a hunky
black guy. She had her hands behind her back, and he was
feeding his thick black cock, inch by slow inch, between
her pink lipstick covered lips.
I felt his veined shaft slide along the top of my tongue,
and I was suddenly brought out of my appreciation of the
view by the sensation of cock reaching the back of my
mouth. I looked down at the shaft, and saw there was still
a few inches to go.
He sighed again, then began to reverse direction, slowly
pulling out. As he did so, I began to grip the shaft with
my lips -traces of my lipstick transferred to his length.
He pulled it all the way out, and it immediately sprung
upright in front of my eyes - erect at last.
"Good slut!" he said, "Now, do you want some more?" I
nodded and licked my lips again. "Excellent. But this time,
suck it!"
With that, he placed one hand on my head, and used his
other to aim his now rigid lance at my anticipating mouth.
Once the head was inside my lips, he surged forward, and
grabbed my head with both hands, intertwining his long
strong fingers into my hair, as he began to fuck my face.
Like I said, I had no choice, but I began to enjoy it
anyway, suctioning his cock as it surged in and out, and
occasionally gagging as it hit the back of my mouth. He was
starting to call out encouragement - "Oh yes Baby!" and
"That's right slut, suck harder!" I was wrapping my tongue
around the thick shaft, and it was now emerging from my
clinging lips glistening with my saliva and streaked with
lipstick.
He varied the pattern of the strokes, fast and shallow,
long and deep, but finally I sensed he was swelling even
more, and he jammed it in as deep as I could take, and held
it there, whilst spunk hurtled out of the end, and began to
slide down my waiting throat. The sticky salty fluid was
overwhelming, and with his cock filling my mouth I began to
choke. Realising this, he eased his grip on my head, and
slid some of his length out, so I could swallow properly.
But then he said "Don't swallow it all slut, 'cos we still
need it!" I didn't understand why, but I endeavoured to
keep some of it in my mouth as he pulled back his hips to
release his still erect cock from my mouth.
He quickly bent over, picked me up again and placed me on
my side on the bed. He untied the rope linking my wrists
to my ankles, then released my ankles, knees and elbows,
but not my wrists. I tried to relax and stretch, but my
limbs hurt like fire, and felt like jelly, so I did not
resist when he rolled me onto my front, then pulled my legs
around so that I lay half on and half off of the bed. I
would have been kneeling again, except my knees didn't
reach the floor.
I felt his hands ease my panties down. Then I heard him
laugh!
"Ho Bitch! Was you waiting for me or something?" he said,
as he grasped the hilt of the black dildo buried deep in my
arse.
I'd completely forgotten about it!
***
I'd been experimenting with it, and had finally managed to
get it inside me - but 'Oh God' did it hurt! Now I thought
I new the meaning of the phrase 'it hurt like buggery!' -
but I also new that if I could stand to leave it in there,
then my muscles should relax and it would feel OK.
I hoped so anyway, so I'd pulled up my panties to hold it
in place, and tried to relax. It seems I'd been 100%
successful, as I'd managed to fall asleep, and when I awoke
I'd forgotten it was there.
Well, I had been distracted ever since my rude awakening!
***
"Bitch," said J. "I underestimated you. Seems you was just
waiting for me to come along." He laughed again. "Well some
black guy anyway!"
He reached up to my head, and turned my face so I could see
in the mirror again, then he reached his fingers into my
still open mouth, and scooped out the last of his cum. I
watched him smear it all over his cock, then he reached up
again, and deftly hooked the O-ring out of my mouth.
The relief was incredible, and I immediately began
exercising my jaw muscles... but I didn't say anything. J
was in charge and would tell me when he wanted me to speak.
He then pulled the black dildo - my mother's dildo - out of
my anus.
"Ohhh..." I sighed.
Suddenly I felt empty and cold inside, and I wanted it back
in me, but of course J had a better alternative.
"Is that good, having it out of you, eh?"
"No J."
"So what do you want Martine?"
"I want to be full again."
"Beg, Bitch?" he smirked.
"Please J. Please put your big thick black cock in my bum."
I turned round to look him in the face. "Please fuck my
arse." I begged.
"Okay Bitch." he said as I felt his thumbs pull my crack
apart, and he leant forward to place his mighty knob
against my still semi-open sphincter. He thrust his hips
forward, and it slid in. It was still a tight fit, as he
was bigger than the dildo, but it had helped, as it didn't
hurt, and my hole made him welcome.
J changed his grip, to pull me back onto him as he rammed
his full length up me, jamming his bulging balls between my
cheeks. It felt fantastic as I squirmed on his pole like a
fish on a hook, then he began to fuck me, and it got better
Because he'd already cum once, he was able to fuck me for
ages. Young fit and strong, he pounded away for at least
half an hour, his stamina was amazing. I watched and felt
with self satisfied pride as his monstrous tool pistoned in
and out between my cheeks, his toned belly and thighs
slapping against my rear end.
We were both loving it, he calling me Bitch, Slag, Slut,
and Whore, and I answering back with Oh yes! More! Fuck me,
Harder, Aaaahh....
Eventually, deep inside me, he came. I imagined that I
could feel the spurts, but I did notice the extra
lubrication, and he finally slipped his length out of me to
finish by shooting the last of his essence over my arse and
thighs.
J got up and went into the bathroom to clean himself up,
walked back in and got dressed. He regarded me still lying
half off of the bed, sweaty and smeared with his spunk, my
once virginal white lingerie not so clean now.
"So." he announced "Are we even now? I won't tell your
mother about your misbehavin' and neither will you. Deal?"
"Deal." I said.
"But, if I have to come around to check on you again, and
you are misbehaving again, well..."
(The End ?)
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