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It didn’t take long for me to conclude that I was going to treat Madison’s mother far worse than I had her daughter. Roughly a week after I’d had my fun with that little brainless feminist, I was woken up in the morning by the doorbell being rang incessantly. Head still mildly fogged up from sleep, I stumbled over to the door and yanked it open.
Still blinking the sleep from my eyes, and squinting slightly in the morning sun, it took me a moment to register the woman standing at my door. She was on the older end, likely in her late 30s or early 40s, and was standing in the pose so many angry moms had before her: arms crossed, face pouted, even so far as tapping a foot on the ground impatiently – the whole nine yards.
“Are you Marcus?”
I shrugged. “Yea, last I chec-”
My head rocked to the side, face burning from the strength in the slap she just gave me. I didn’t react how she probably expected me to. I didn’t lash out, I didn’t yell, I didn’t hit her. No, those would come later. I let that fire stoke inside me instead, ready to unleash when the time is right. Instead I simply slowly straightened, rubbing my cheek lightly where she’d struck me, and gave her my widest, most beaming grin.
“Good morning to you as well. Something I can help you with?”
The older woman had already been practically trembling in anger; the innocent smile made it worse, tears of rage threatening to leak from both eyes, hands balled into fists by her side.
“What did you do to my daughter!?”
I made a show of thinking about it, then shrugged. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. I’ve known a lot of daughters.”
“MADISON!” she shrieked shrilly.
“Oooh, yes, her.” I thought back fondly on the way she would gag and retch around my cock, the sounds she made when I forced my cock into her worthless feminist ass. Good times. “We didn’t do much worth talking about. Had a little fun, taught her some stuff. Tutoring, you could call it.”
“Tutoring,” she echoed, practically spitting the word out. “My sweet girl will barely leave her room! She hasn’t stopped crying all week, she won’t see her friends, she can barely even sit without wincing. I barely got your name out of her mouth before she started balling again! What the fuck do you mean tutoring!?”
Not letting her know how hot I found some of the details of her tirade, I simply continued like nothing happened. “I just taught her the only lesson she needed to learn: her place.”
Gritting her teeth in impotent fury, she moved a step closer, trying to be intimidating. “I know you did something sick to her. Just know that the only reason I’m here and not the cops is that I don’t want to have to put her through anything more. But if I ever see you within five hundred feet of her, I will call the authorities. Do you understand?”
Unblinking, same pleasant smile not leaving my face, I simply replied. “Nah, I don’t think you want to do that.”
“Oh trust me, I really do,” she huffed, then sharply turned to leave.
“Guess you don’t mind if I leak her sex tape then, eh?”
The older woman froze so instantly it was as though she’d turned to stone. Ever so slowly, she turned back around, face so alight with panic she looked like a deer in headlights.
“Her what?”
“Her sextape. Yea, naturally I filmed everything we did together. Seemed selfish for me to keep it all to myself, so I was gonna upload it to the internet for everyone to enjoy.”
“No you can’t!” she cried, so quickly, so obviously desperate.
“How come? Is it because you don’t want everyone to see what a dirty little slut your daughter is, or does it perhaps have something to do with you being a local politician known for being very conservative and christian?”
She stood there, stunned, mouth opening and closing silently. Apparently being recognized and called out had not been an eventuality she’d planned for. I took a step closer, making the difference in our height all the more apparent.
“You know, when you’re not yammering all that useless crap, you’re actually pretty good looking. So tell you what, I’m a reasonable guy, I’m willing to make a deal. I won’t post that video anywhere, it’ll just our little secret. But in return, you let me recreate that video with you instead.”
She could hardly have looked more shocked or scared if she really tried. “Th-th-that’s outrageous! I could never! Why, I’m married!”
I gave my most theatrical sigh and pulled out my phone. “That’s a good point. Ah well, what a shame. Still, might be interested seeing daddy’s reaction to his sweet strong girl, don’t you think? Not to mention everyone at your church. Your voter base….”
To her credit, she agonized over the decision for longer than I thought she would, biting her nail and her brow furrowed in frantic thinking. It was only when I pulled it up on my phone and dramatically declared “time for her to be a star!” that she finally reached forward to grab my arm. Through gritted perfect white teeth she grunted. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
**********
Leading her back into my dorm, she looked around, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in confusion.
“How…..”
I chuckled darkly. “You know, she asked the exact same thing.”
Her scowl returned in full force, glaring as I set up my filming equipment. There were several obvious ones, and with a hidden remote I triggered countless hidden ones as well. I was not going to miss out on a single angle of this. Double checking that everything was working as it should, I turned back to her and held up my phone, video loaded up.
“Do you wanna see what’s in store for you, what your little slut of a daughter got up to?”
“Heavens no!” she decried, face twisted in disgust. “Unlike you, I don’t subject myself to that kind of filth normally, let alone ones with my own daughter in it.”
“Suit yourself,” I said casually, not showing how thrilled I was with her answer. Her ignorance would be my bliss, able to do things to her that not even Madison had been made to do. I waited a moment longer, then gestured impatiently. “Well?”
“Well what?” she barked back. I let it slide. She’d be getting one hell of an attitude adjustment soon.
“What’re you still doing with your clothes on? You think Madison whored her ass out all dressed up? Strip.”
This took her a moment. It was one thing to agree verbally, it was another to actually start doing it and get naked in front of a stranger who had done god knows what to her little girl. The first step is always the hardest. I always liked seeing this moment, where they take that first step, not knowing the depths that path will lead them. And eventually take it she did, face hardening with determination and methodically taking her clothes off. There was no sensuality in the way she stripped, only efficiency and brisk quick movements, but that suited me just fine.
Finally naked, she moved to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands, instincts towards modesty kicking in, but forced them back to her sides at a non verbal warning. I circled around her a couple times, drinking her appearance in.
In many ways she was the opposite of her daughter; bleached blonde where Madison was brunette, tanned where she’d been pale, and shockingly fit and toned, with massive breasts that had been hidden away beneath her pant suit and concealing bra. She had a bush, but it was well kempt and tidy, and a darker colour than her hair, which I was surprised to find hotter than I’d thought I would. If it weren’t for their similarly pretty faces, you could scarcely tell they were related at all.
I gave her an appreciative whistle. “You know, under all that frumpy business crap, you actually look pretty sexy. Should show it off some more, show people what you’re worth.”
“I’m worth,” she sneered, “ a whole lot more than just my sex appeal.”
“Yea well, we’ll see about that. Now then,” I began, and aimed a camera directly at where she was facing. It wasn’t strictly necessary, but good for her to have something to focus on. “Why don’t we start with your name.”
Still trying to stay strong, she looked right in the camera and stated clearly, voice only shaking the slightest amount. “My name is Katherine Miller.”
“And what are you, Katherine?” I asked, stripping naked as I did.
“I-i’m a member of the district school board.”
“Is that right? And yet I’m the one who had to teach your daughter everything about who she really is.” I winked at the camera. “Politicians, am I right?”
I walked up close to her and laid a firm grasp on both of her shoulders. “Of course, you got something wrong there. You aren’t really a politician, not right now. Right now, you’re my personal fuckdoll.”
Firm and implacable, I forced her down to her knees, face nearly smacking into my hardening cock as she went down hard. Crying out from her jarred knees, she was cut off by me grabbing a handful of her long blond hair and yanking her head over to my cock and using my other hand to smack her across the face with it a few times.
“This right here?” I held her in place and ground my cock against her flustered face. “Until I’m satisfied, this is the only reason you fucking exist. This is your God. Understood?” When she didn’t respond, I rolled my eyes slapped her face with my cock again, harder this time. “Understood?
The older whore nodded slightly, eyes wide, breathing quick and panicked. I grinned wolfishly: the female mind is too slow to react to such quick changes in environment. It’s why they should always be treated with aggression and a steady hand, lest they start thinking they’re people.
“Good girl. Why don’t you go ahead and give it a good sucking, to start with? Surely even you know how to do that?”
Slowly, wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and jerked it slightly, small hand barely able to wrap all the way around. Tentatively, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and slowly worked her way up and down. She barely took three inches into her mouth at her deepest, and barely applied the slightest amount of suction. I barked out a laugh, startling her.
“Fuck me, and I thought Madison was bad at that. You know she tried using her hands too, but at least she had the sense to know sucking cock actually involved sucking!”
Katherine pulled off my cock and glared up. “Shut up! You asked me to suck your dick and so I am!”
I snorted and slapped her hand off my cock. “Hardly. No, let me show you how to actually do it, how Madison did it. Trust me, your husband will thank me for showing you how to use your throat pussy properly.”
Keeping both hands firmly on her head, fingers tangled into her hair, I lined up the head of my cock with her lips and coldly demanded she open her mouth. The second she did, I pulled her forward at the same time I thrusted my hips, forcing my entire cock down her throat at once. Her body seized up and she flailed helplessly, constantly gagging and gurgling around me. Forcing her to stay in place, I let out a content sigh. Who doesn’t love breaking in a whore’s gag reflex?
Rather than start fucking her face, I simply held her down, lips kissing my groin, balls resting against her chin. Thick spit spilled out around her lips and dribbled down my balls from the constant gagging, Her tan face grew red and then slowly blue, her hands frantically beating futilely against my thighs growing more and more desperate. Finally, I let her up, just enough that her lips still grazed against the head of my cock as she gasped.
“Sounds like you’re having fun down there,” I teased as she coughed and wheezed in ragged breaths. “What’s that, little slut? You want more?”
“F-fuck yo-”
“Woops, can’t hear you,” I chimed in an almost sing song voice as I rammed my cock back down her windpipe. This time I wasn’t content to just let her deepthroat and be done. That was her warmup, and I was quite ready for the real deal. Standing still, I worked her head like a fleshlight, working her throat back and forth on my whole length without a care in the world to her wellbeing, groaning at the way her throat constricted around me every time she gagged.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I cut you off. What were you trying to say earlier?”
“Grrrk! Gluk gluk glurk gaack!”
“Mmm, yea that’s more like it. That should be the only sounds I ever hear from the mouth of a worthless whore like you.”
As if in response, something hot and wet shot from her mouth and sprayed across my cock. The facefucking had proven too much, the fuckdoll had puked up around my cock. I tossed her off my cock roughly, then wiped the puke off my cock with her hair before letting her fall to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
“Well now look at the mess you made, slut? You couldn’t handle a bit of foreplay?”
Katherine lay on the ground, still coughing and sputtering, face slick and makeup smeared. “Please,” was all she managed to croak out, vocal chords rough as sandpaper from the abuse.
“Please? Please what, whore? Ohh! You want a drink? I can help you with that.”
Forcing her back onto her knees with a sharp tug on her soiled hair, I leaned in close and dropped the pleasant tone from my voice entirely.
“Now listen close; I’m only going to say this once, so do your best to actually pay attention, I know that’s a big ask for you.” Taking her fearful sniffles as assent, I continued. “From here on out, you do what I say without question, or I leak not just your daughter’s video, but yours as well. Make me repeat an order, ever, or do anything to displease me, and your lives are ruined forever. Got it?”
You could almost see the glimmers of hope in her eyes get snuffed out as she slowly nodded. God, it was so fucking hot. With a grin even a demon would find predatory, I patted her on the head.
“Good fuckdoll. Now, let’s see if you enjoy the taste of my piss as much your worthless cunt of a daughter did. Mouth open.”
The old whore opened her mouth wide, tongue stretched out. Aiming my cock right at her open mouth, I let myself go; a hot stream of golden piss spraying down into her mouth and, at my maneuvering, all over her face.
“There you go, nice and refreshing. You look so much prettier like this, gulping up men’s piss. Instead of the school board, maybe we should have you run for school urinal?”
Tears streaked from her eyes and helped the piss coating her mess up her makeup even more. By the time I was done her mouth was so full of piss it made her cheeks bulge. She made to spit it out, but at a sharp order from me she swallowed it all with a grimace.
“So, tasty?”
Taking a moment to stifle her crying as best she could, she looked up at me with a thin smile and watery eyes. “D-d-delicious!”
Rewarding her by spitting on her face, I turned and grabbed one of the smaller, more mobile cameras. “Bend over the couch, spread your holes out for me. I wanna get a good look at your worth.”
Barely holding back a sob, face still dripping with piss, the older woman did as she was told, draping her upper across the couch cushions and reaching back with shaking arms to grip her cheeks and spread them. She was already spreading them wide apart, but I gave her a sharp spank on one cheek and barked “wider!” just for the fun of it.
As I’d expected from a bitch her age who’d already had a kid or two, her loose, sloppy pussy naturally gaped open when spread apart, dripping and slick with arousal that I knew from past experience with sluts like her she felt unfathomable shame about. Thankfully, her cunt being worthless wasn’t a problem I was going to have to deal with. No, my eyes were set on a much higher prize: her asshole, which despite her cheeks being stretched all the way out was still tight as possible.
I didn’t bother hiding my delight. Breaking in a whore’s asshole was always fun, but it was magnified uncountably if they were backdoor virgins. Stepping up to her, I made sure the camera got a good closeup of her tight sphincter, spitting on it to make it shimmer. Then i set the camera aside, not caring where as every angle would inevitably be covered.
“So,” I started casually, “Has your limpdick of a husband ever used your shithole before?”
Gritting her teeth to bite back the insulting retort that had instantly sprung up in defence of her husband, she simply said “Of course not. My husband’s not a pervert!”
“Maybe not, but you are, aren’t you? A degenerate little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Another sharp spank, this time on the other cheek.
“Yes what?”
“Yes…..I-i’m a degenerate little slut?”
“That’s what I thought. You sure you haven’t stuck a finger in there once or twice, like this?” To demonstrate I forced my finger inside to the knuckle, with only my spit as lube. Her breath caught in her throat, stopping her pained yelp in it’s tracks. She gripped the couch cushions so hard it looked like she’d tear them apart, in an effort to not try and move away from my forced entry.
“That fucking hurts!” she gasped and looked back, but then quickly changed her tune at my raised eyebrow. “No, I haven’t, not even a f-finger.”
“Yea, I can tell, you’re clamping on me so tight it feels like my finger’s gonna go numb.” I swirled it around inside as I did, enjoying forcibly stretching out her hot walls. “With a slutty shithole like this, breaking it into it’s true purpose is going to be a breeze. Well, on my end at least. For you it’ll probably be a pain in the ass.”
I pulled my finger out with a lewd plop. That was all the preparation she was going to get. I’d given even Madeline more foreplay than that, but she didn’t need to know that. If she couldn’t even be bothered to watch what she was signing up for, I couldn’t be bothered to not go as hard as I want regardless of the truth of the arrangement.
She started hyperventilating when she felt the head of my cock press against her ring, much to my amusement. Even with it having been all the way down her throat pussy, feeling it knocking on her backdoor still made it seem so much bigger than she could possibly take. Leaning up across her body, I grabbed a fist full of her bleached blond hair and yanked it back roughly, forcing her to arch back until her ear was close to my mouth.
“You know normally, this would be when I tell you to try to relax, that it’ll make it easier for you. But quite frankly?” With my other hand I firmly grasped one of her tits and pinched her big pink nipples untill she gasped from the pain. “I don’t fucking care.”
With all my strength I thrust in, forcing my cock past her tight ring and all the way inside her virgin asshole until I was buried balls deep. Her shriek would have alerted the neighbours had I not gotten secret soundproofing done in every room in the house for just such a reason. It was the sweetest music to my ears. Well, soon to be sweetest. For now, it could use some percussion and lyrics. Giving her ass another couple harsh slaps, I pulled almost all the way back out before forcing myself all the way in again, using her hair as leverage to force myself even deeper. It only took a few sharp fast moves like that before she broke and gave me what I wanted to hear.
“GYAAAH FUCCCK! PLEASE! IT HURTSSSS”
“Please? You want me to go even harder, huh? Man, you’re even more of an anal cum dumpster than I thought. Well, since you insist”
Letting go of her hair, I held her firmly by both hips and started pounding as hard and fast as I could. My movements were a frenzied blur of primal sadism, savouring the way her ass clung so tightly to my cock with every single movement, like it was trying to wring me dry.
Katherine was beside herself, eyes rolled up, face flushed red from the intense stress, vocal cords already raw from the constant screaming and begging. I was already picturing how I’d edit the video like those guys do online, putting her pained expressive face next to a close up of my cock violating her ass.
And then, abruptly, I pulled all the way out and shoved her away. That was a close one. Her ass had felt too good, I’d felt myself approaching the edge. Couldn’t be having that, we still had so much to do, so much to see!
Katherine collapsed on the couch, ass gaping wide, red and raw as her spanked cheeks. Each shaking breath was underscored with pain. Oh if only she knew how much more she had to go. Sitting on the couch next to her, I grabbed her firmly by the hair and gave yet another violent tug on her now thoroughly abused scalp, forcing her around until her face was on my lap, where I smacked my cock against her disheveled face.
“Now look at what you’ve done, you dumb whore! Your worthless fuckhole got me dirty!” My cock was smeared with brown. It was only natural, it’s not like she’d had time to go through the usually lengthy preparation process for anal sex. Not that I wouldn’t punish her for it anyway.
Grasping her face to force her jaw open, I plunged my filthy cock into her mouth, making her gag and retch instantly. She tried to pull away, against her better judgement, but my firm hand on her head wouldn’t let her.
“There you go, that’s a good hole. Clean up your mess, taste your own ass.”
Holding her head like a fleshlight, I bounced her up and down on my cock, thrusting at the same time to make sure she got to taste every last inch. In just moments bile was spewing past her mouth over my cock and down my thighs, but I just rolled my eyes and kept using her mouth the way it was meant to be used. It wasn’t until my cock was so clean you could eat off of it that I finally let her up for air.
Letting go of her head entirely, I opted to grab her by the waist and lift her small body up effortlessly, planting her on my lap.
“Line up my cock with your shitring. Now!”
Reaching behind her, she slowly aimed her slobber covered cock at her own asshole. The moment I felt my head against her ring I slammed her body down to my hilt. It hurt her nearly as much as it had before, perhaps even more since her weight forced her down. Each hand mauling her already sore ass, I used her body like a toy, bouncing her up and down in time with my thrusts, all the while sucking and nibbling and biting her nipples until she squealed an even higher pitch than I’d thought possible.
Her hands dug into my shoulders as she held on for the ride of her life, nails digging in until they drew blood, all the while swearing so foully that just hearing a snippet of it would have ruined her career for life. Granted, that was the least career damaging thing she was doing right now, so I could hardly blame her.
“FUCK FUCK FUCKKK! YOUR SPLITTING ME IN HALFFF! PLEASSEE SSTOPP, IT HURTTTS! I’LL SUCK YOUR COCK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT JUST PLEASE NO MORE!”
Cute that she still thinks she’s in a place to bargain. But hey, if she’s offering, who am I to turn her down? Pulling out of her made her breath catch in pain again, but she didn’t have time to focus on that before I tossed her off me and rearranged her to my liking: laying on the bed flat on her back, me straddling over her head.
I dipped my cock, now even dirtier than the first time, down to face her mouth, which she opened without needing to be pressured, though the look in her eyes said all they needed about how much she didn’t want to.
I patted the side of her face demeaningly. “Good toilet whore.” Then plunged it down into her warm mouth. She lasted longer before retching this time, and even incorporated her tongue into polishing my cock clean. She’d finally caught on to a strategy, that this will all be over faster the better she makes me feel. She was finally learning to be a proper slut.
It was a tricky position to fuck in, admittedly, but oh so worth it to see her body start to writhe and twinge after two minutes straight of deep throating and her getting more and more desperate for air. With one last pinch of her nipple I pulled back out of her mouth, thick strands of drool connecting my cock to her face before they finally snapped and splattered back down over her.
Shifting over, I let her suck on my sweaty balls while I spoke. “There you go, now you’re getting the hang of your purpose in life. You managed to take my cock in your throat pussy without vomiting. Here, this deserves a special reward: I’ll let you eat out my ass.
“Wait wha-mmmph!”
Her incredulity was cut off by me shifting again, kneeling over her face and planting my unwashed, sweaty ass down firmly on her face. She froze up entirely, clearly never having anticipated ever having to lick a stranger’s asshole even in this scenario. Smirking cruelly even though she couldn’t possibly see, I took advantage to rut against her face, smearing her already sullied face with my unwashed ass and enjoying the sheer perversion of feeling her features pressed between my cheeks. But after just a few moments, I grew tired of waiting.
“If you don’t get to eating in the next five seconds, I’m uploading both Madeline’s video and this one.” I started counting out loud. By the time I’d reached three, she was tentatively tracing her tongue around my hole. “Uh uh, not good enough, fuckmeat. I’ll be more clear: if you don’t start making out with my shitter more intensely than you would your husband’s lips, I will personally hand him both recordings. Are we clear?”
Her answer came in the immediately increased fervour in her rimming. She worked her lips around the ring like it was her lover’s lips, she lapped her tongue flat against it, and after a couple minutes in that manner, making out sloppily with my asshole, she poked her tongue deep inside me.
“Mmm there you go, that’s a good fuckmeat,” I purred, grinding down against her tongue even as she swirled it around, groping and fucking her funbags along my cock all the while. “I think you might be better at this than Madeline was. Hard to say, maybe I should invite her over, have you guys compete to see who’s the better toilet paper?”
She licked inside me even more intensely, presumably trying to prove her worth so indisputably that I’d never need her daughter. Naive cunt, as though that would stop me. Not that I’d correct her, not when it’s got her working so enthusiastically.
Occasionally I’d lift up to allow her a single breath of air, then plop back down so hard she’d probably have a bruised nose by the time she finally went home. And that, unfortunately for her, was quite a long ways away.
*******
Hours upon hours and dozens of humiliating positions and sex acts later, Katherine faced one of the visible camera’s as she knelt doggystyle, getting her asshole blown out as I fucked it without remorse. My fingers hooked into either side of her mouth, she had no choice but to stare into the camera, mouth held open and tongue held out, looking as pathetic as possible for everyone to see.
“Go on, tell everyone watching at home what you are.” I didn’t move my fingers out, if anything i tugged even harder so she had an even harder time spitting it out, even with every word being punctuated by deep animalistic pained grunts.
“I jus cum dum huk meat.”
“That’s right, you are.” I groaned, and rewarded her with another cruel spank. “Now beg for it. Tell the audience exactly what you want. And don’t forget your manners this time, or we’ll have to start all over.”
Cold panic gripped her heart and she enunciated as best as she possibly could, and as loudly too.
“PLEASH CUM IN MY FUCKMEAT ASSH!”
And what kind of man would I be to refuse such an earnest plea?
Ramming myself in to the hilt, I finally let myself go and pumped her shithole so full of cum it started leaking out around my cock and dripping onto the floor beneath us. No sooner was I done that I shoved her off me and let her collapse weakly to the floor. I didn’t say anything to her, not even a taunting gloat. I’d gotten what I wanted out of her: she was practically out of my mind entirely. That’s all women were good for anyway, everything else is just fluff.
Kneeling down, I spread her ass apart and ordered her to push my cum back out. She audibly strained, not from difficulty but from having to do literally anything with her raw, abused asshole, until finally a white and brown mixture pushed out and pooled on the floor. Roughly seizing her, I forced her face down into the puddle.
“Drink up. If there’s a single drop left on my floor in the next two minutes, we’re starting all over.”
The next moments he could hear nothing but frantic slurping and gagging as I cleaned myself off and put my clothes back on. At two minutes on the dot, I walked back to inspect, and was mildly impressed to find not even a trace on the floor, though quite a bit smearing her mouth and chin.
Crying hot tears, she broke down entirely and had a fit on the floor, weeping so hard she was practically retching. I looked on disinterestedly for a moment, then tossed her the remains of her clothes: her fancy, expensive clothing had managed to get torn in several places and was absolutely soaked through with piss and cum and spit.
She put on the soiled clothes with jerky, stiff movements, barely having them on before I all but tossed her out of my place. She stood at the door, looking back at me, face scrunched up in tears of pure, unmitigated shame and self loathing. I sneered.
“Next time, wear some sexier underwear for me.”