Fucked into Submission

How had it come to this? I was sat down on my chair, thinking back to the events of the past few months as I stroked my thick cock. It had happened on the summer after my second year at college. I was spending that summer enjoying my life as a twenty-year-old should: partying, going to the gym, and all around avoiding doing any work. And, of course, being with my girlfriend, Kitty. Each time we met up we'd go for drinks, dinner, and, inevitably, sex. I thought back to the night before everything had changed. To what I'd done with Kitty.

"FUCK!"

Kitty was on her knees in front of me, gripping her pillow as I pistoned in and out of her, her tight cunt gripping my thick cock tightly. I was close, so fucking close to cumming, as I thrust like a madman.

"Pull out." she whispered breathlessly. "On my tits baby. I want it on my tits!"

"Fuck!" I roared again, pulling out of her, feeling my balls twist as that feeling welled up from deep inside again.

Kitty turned round as I began to stroke myself, thrusting her breasts in front of me, presenting them, ripe for me to finish on.

"Cum on my tits." she murmured. "On my tits, baby. Do it!"

I felt my dick swell up as the sensation hit me.

"FUUUUUUUCK!!!!" I screamed out as my cum began to explode, spilling all over Kitty's tits. I grit my teeth, my eyes closing as I felt more and more cum explode from my cock, spasming as I rode the high of the orgasm.

By the time I was done, Kitty's tits were completely covered, my thick cum spilling down from her chest and staining the bed. I laid back, my arms behind my head, enjoying the view. Kitty turned onto her side, grinning at me.

"You came like a bucket!" she exclaimed, running her fingers across her tits, occasionally scooping some cum into her mouth.

"All thanks to you, baby." I smiled, watching her get up and head to the bathroom, her hips sashaying as her beautiful, naked ass bounced up and down. Content with how things had gone, I lay back, exhausted from fucking Kitty, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

I woke up the next morning to find that Kitty had already left, most likely to do whatever volunteering service she'd enlisted with. It was a noble cause, and one for which I was proud of her. But that didn't mean I was going to join in. For now, at least, I was going to settle for getting myself some breakfast.

Making my way down the stairs, I headed to the kitchen. What I saw there instantly dampened my spirits. Mrs Watson, Kitty's mother, was sat there in a black robe. She had a scowl on her face as I approached, dressed only in my pyjamas. Then again, she always had a scowl when she saw me. Mrs Watson hated me. Absolutely hated me. Ever since Kitty had first brought me home a few months back, she'd taken an instant disliking to me. Not that I ever knew why. All I knew was that any slight, real or perceived, no matter how large or small, always escalated, as if someone had dropped a nuclear bomb in the house. It was like she smelled shit each time she saw me. At every turn she'd try and make my life more difficult. Hell, even just yesterday night she'd tried to interrupt us as Kitty and I were getting ready to fuck. So yeah. Mrs Watson was a bitch. A real, cold-hearted bitch. She only had one redeeming feature: she was the hottest person I'd ever seen.

A perfect curved figure, from her giant, round tits to her ass, each cheek like a volleyball. Perfect lips and curly-hair, with a toned waist. Drop-dead gorgeous from head to toe. I'd have knelt down and worshipped her at every turn, if only she weren't consistently such a cunt. Yes, that body of hers was the only thing that made her bearable. Being around her was a pain in the ass, but at least seeing her was pleasant.

"What's up Mrs W?" I asked without a care in the world.

She glared at me. "I don't want you around Kitty anymore."

I couldn't say I was surprised by this. This was hardly the first time she'd alluded to this, nor even the first time we'd had this conversation. In times gone by I'd let it go, pretending to ignore her or arguing my case about how I genuinely cared for Kitty. But not this time. This time I knew I was going to have to settle things.

So I replied. "What do you mean?"

"You act like a stud," she said, glaring at me, "you go to the gym and get buff and get everyone to look up to you. But I know what you really are: you're just an asshole."

"I can be all four." I grinned cockily. "And either way your daughter doesn't seem to mind."

She nodded. "And that's the problem. You're corrupting her. Changing her."

"We're both adults." My grin stayed firmly in place.

"No. You're not. You're just a cocky, bratty kid."

I smirked, crossing my arms so that she could see the definition and veins in my biceps. "I'm actually told often that I'm quite a man."

"A man? What makes you a man? A real man is a gentleman. A real man is honourable. A real man would know how to make love properly instead of fucking his girlfriend like she was some cheap slut."

I couldn't help but smile. "So you heard us last night?"

"I heard you groaning like a pig. Rest assured, your ten minutes of pumping wouldn't work on a real woman."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No. It's a statement. You're not some big bad man, you're a little shit."

"A little shit with perfect abs and a huge dick."

She frowned as if she'd smelled something rotten.

"And now you're hitting on your girlfriend's mother. How classy."

"Hey, you're the one who brought up sex and physical attributes, and as for class-" I stepped forward and, before she had time to react, clamped both my hands on her round ass, before leaning in close to whisper into her ear. "-I'll make sure to kiss you after you choke on my cock."

She glared at me. "Get your hands off of me."

But she didn't move.

"I mean it! Get your hands off of me this instant, young man, I never want to see you again."

But she didn't move.

"Liar." I said in a sing-song voice, my hands staying exactly where they were.

Mrs Watson sneered. "You little brat. You think you could take me on? I'd chew you up and spit you out."

She wanted me. She could try and hide it, she could try and deny it, but I could see the way her eyes had lit up at my touch. Beneath that

I leaned in close, till my lips were practically brushing hers, till the only thing between us was the palpable sexual tension. I was holding her like you hold a lover. Tight and close. But there was no love between us. Only lust. We were two animals in heat, and it was time to breed.

"Prove it."

Her face contorted into a snarl. "I'm going to take you. Rough and hard. And then when I'm done with you, you're never going to show your good-for-nothing face around here again."

I gave her a wide smile and let go of her ass, before giving her a firm smack on each cheek. Making sure she knew how much I respected her, i groped her gorgeous breasts for a moment, gripping and mauling the creamy mounds with my hands. Then, stepping back, I sat down at the head seat of the table.

"Okay." I replied, kicking my feet up onto the table as a further sign of disrespect. "I'll take you up on your bet. Here's how it's going to end: I'm going to end up deep in your ass with my foot on your face, stepping on you to hold you down. And you'll love it. From then on I'll use you however I see fit, and you'll love me for it every single time."

Mrs Watson snorted. "I'm sure. Now, when you inevitably finish in ten minutes, and your orgasm tires you out and makes your dick more shrivelled than a burst balloon, you're going to promise to break up with my daughter and never speak to her again, and leave our family alone, got it?"

I smiled. "Sure. But if you think I'm a pain in your ass now, just wait until I'm done with you. You won't know pain till my cock is all eight inches up your shit-pipe."

"You're disgusting." Mrs Watson glared.

"And yet you're going to fuck me." I countered. "You're going to take me deep inside you. Starting right... now!"

With that, I stood up, pulling down my pyjamas, my giant, thick cock bouncing back up, the head staring her right in the face. I felt tingles down my back. Even though we'd already agreed to, this felt so wrong. I felt so exposed, pulling out my stiff cock in front of her, in front of my girlfriend's mother. And it was stiff. All of this talking, plus kneading her thick cheeks and her gorgeous breasts, and the idea that I was about to push myself deep into her most private places, had made me rock hard. Harder than Kitty had ever made me. Kitty was a beautiful girl, yes, but Mrs Watson was a goddess.

But even a goddess couldn't help but stare in awe at the powerful tool in front of her. For once, Mrs Watson's facade as a cold, uptight bitch was gone, revealing what she truly was: a cock-crazy, horny slut. I saw her legs grow weak as she slowly knelt down, her soft lips moving closer and closer to my big dick, hypnotised by the sight of it. For a moment Mrs Watson caught herself, and the bitch was back.

She frowned, looking back up at me. "If we're really going to do this, go and get a condom."

An easy bluff to see through. She was trying to exert what little authority she had left after seeing my dick. I couldn't let it happen. I needed to take control. There would be no taking it slow, no timid first contact. I needed to force things to move and set my pace, not let her get ready to take me on. So that was what I did.

"Nice try." I laughed, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her mouth onto my thick cock, sheathing it down her throat till my balls were slapping her chin. I held her there as she began to choke.

"Here's what's going to happen," I continued, enjoying the choking and gagging sounds which filled the room as my strong hand held her head firmly in place, "I'm going to pleasure myself with your throat till I feel like fucking you. Then I'm going to push myself into your tight, wet cunt, fully raw. I'm going to fuck your pussy and ass raw, and you're going to love it and thank me, got it?"

No response, I looked down at Mrs Watson, her lips still stretched taut over my mast, my dick buried completely down her throat, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

I frowned. "GOT IT?"

"Gmmmmmmph."

"Good." satisfied, I eased up, pulling her head off my cock.

She started gasping for air immediately, taking deep breaths, trails of spit and snot still hanging from her lips onto my dick. I couldn't help but chuckle. We were off to a good start. Mrs Watson seemed to disagree.

"You motherfucker." she glared. "You-"

Before she could finish, I stepped forward, pressing my dick on her face, my balls just under her nose, letting her smell my musk, with my taint on her mouth. I hadn't showered this morning, and I wanted to make sure she knew it. I wanted to make sure she could smell my sweat, my musk, and some of the dried cum from last night. The scent was going to drive her crazy.

"Mmf." said Mrs Watson, her mouth covered by my genitals for the second time in as many minutes. If I didn't know better i'd have said the sound was even loving.

I held her face gently, contrasting with how roughly I was pushing my balls down on her face. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her head back and forth on my genitals. I could feel her hands pushing against my thighs, but they weren't resisting. If anything, she was gripping my legs, making sure she stayed in place. I kept her like that for a while, before grabbing her by the neck and pulling her back up. She stood in front of me, my rock-hard dick brushing against her leg, the spit sticking to her thigh.

"As promised." I said, before leaning forward and planting a wet kiss on her perfect lips, jamming my tongue down her throat.

We lasted like that for a moment before she pushed herself away from me, breaking loose from my grip for the first time since i'd grabbed her ass.

"God." she shook her head. "What does Kitty even see in you? You're disgusting."

I laughed. "It's simple. This."

With that, I grasped my cock again, stroking it slowly in front of her, making sure she got a good look at its full length and girth. I wagged it slightly and slapped it on her pelvis. First contact. My flesh on hers. Mrs Watson gave me a look of repulsion, as if i'd just deposited garbage on her dining table.

"So," I continued, ignoring the look she was giving me, "where should we do it?"

She continued to scowl. "In the living room."

"Why?" I moved in closer, my breath on her neck. "You scared to fuck me in your husband's bed? Worried once you've been with me you'll never be able to enjoy him again?"

"I just don't want to taint the bed." she replied. "I'm doing this so that you'll leave Kitty alone."

Another lie, but I didn't call her out on it. No point. Soon enough she'd be begging for more, and Kitty would be long forgotten. I followed Mrs Watson to the living room. My cock bounced with each step I took, rock hard, the spit and saliva dripping from it.

We reached the living room, and Mrs Watson stepped forward into the middle of it without giving me so much as a glance. She slowly reached her hands over her torso, opening up the robe, before raising her arms to let it slip off her. She stood there, completely naked, like an hourglass of perfect flesh. I didn't hesitate. Striding forward, I reached my hands around and began to grope her big, bare tits. Before she could even turn her head, I put my chin by her neck, licking her chin. Pushing my hips forward, I began to hump her slowly, making my intentions clear. To my surprise, however, my cock slipped straight through her thighs. I paused.

She was wet. Holy shit she was so wet. The cold bitch was a ruse. She was desperate for my thick cock. And I was going to deliver. At last she stepped away, but this time not to try and get away from me. No, Mrs Watson turned round, letting me see her big tits and shaved pussy for the first time as she lay back onto the couch, spreading her legs for me. Her body was just perfect. Her breasts were massive, they seemed to draw your eye to them as if they had some sort of gravitational force. I couldn't help but stare in awe at the sheer size of them, at the perfection of her gorgeous body.

I snapped out of it. I had a job to do, after all. I knelt down by her, licking my lips as I saw how wet her pink lower lips were. I positioned myself against her entrance, my cock harder than ever, pushing against her tight hole. I looked up, staring Mrs Watson dead in the eye. This was the moment. Full contact. This would be the official line. We were going to have sex. We were going to fuck. No matter how much she despised me, no matter how much I thought of her as a cold-hearted bitch, I was about to be inside her.

So I looked into her eyes, making sure we were on the same page. Making sure we both understood exactly what was about to happen.

Mrs Watson nodded.

That was all I needed. Bucking my hips, I pushed inside hers. Fuck, she was tight. I pushed my head inside her hole, feeling her insides caress me as my shaft slid inside her.

"FUCK!" the bitch screamed out as I pushed in deeper. Deeper and deeper down I went, further and further until I felt my balls slap her anus.

"Ugh." I groaned, scrunching my eyes closed as I felt the wave of pleasure and relief engulf me. At last. I was inside her. I was actually inside her.

I looked back down at her, only to see her staring me in the eyes. Her expression had softened somewhat now that I was inside her. Like it or hate it, we were intimate. We were together. I kept my eyes on her as I lowered my head, still balls deep in her twat, and kissed her, our tongues sliding against each other. It was loving. It was romantic. For a moment the hatred was gone, and we were almost like a couple.

And then, just as suddenly as her facade had vanished, it had reappeared. Mrs Watson slid her tongue out of my mouth, pushing my face away. I saw her sneer once more now that our kiss had been broken.

"Just get on with it." she said mockingly.

I snorted. "Careful what you wish for, bitch."

I pulled back slowly, painfully slowly, and slammed in again to the hilt.

"FUCK!" she screamed out again in what could have been pain or pleasure.

I pulled back, my hips buckling slightly, only to find that I'd gone too far. I could only watch annoyingly as my thick shaft slipped out. Then I saw it. A hand. A hand other than mine, reaching out, grabbing my dick, wrapping its fingers around my shaft. I looked up. Mrs Watson had touched my cock.

I widened my eyes.

With a cooing sound, she directed me back inside her, pulling me forward into her warm depths. I slid back up to the hilt once more, balls deep inside her. We locked eyes. This was real. No matter how much she claimed to hate it, no matter what she said, Mrs Watson had pulled me back in. She was enjoying this.

Well if she was liking it now, it was my job to make sure she loved it. I drew back slightly and began to piston mercilessly.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"AAAGH!" Mrs Watson gasped for air, immediately taken by surprise by the speed at which I was now going.

I kept smashing into her relentlessly.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"AH FUCK!" she screamed out again.

I felt her cunt tighten around my cock as she began to tremble.

"So easily." I mocked her. "You're going to cum this easily?"

"FUCK!"

SMACK!

I grinned viciously. "You're going to cum-"

SMACK!

"-from my dick-"

SMACK!

"-like a cheap-"

SMACK!

"-common-"

SMACK!

"-SLUT!"

"OHFUCKI'MGONNACUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" Mrs Watson's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her legs kicked back and forth, her toes curling.

I kept pumping, a twisted smile on my face. Within just a few minutes of fucking her, I'd already made her cum. More than her husband ever had, properly. Was it all going to be this easy?

"UNNNNNNNNNNNGH!!!" she continued to groan, the after effects of her orgasm keeping her propped up on cloud nine.

"Oh, did you fake that?" I smirked. "Or is it only your personality and tits that are fake?"

Mrs Watson gave me a glare. "You're such a prick. We've barely even started."

I grinned. "Oh I know."

I began to thrust again, hard, letting her feel it, enjoying how tight her hole felt. I was in control. Everything was going according to plan. It was simple. I was overwhelming her, trying to smother and outfuck her at every turn. And it was working. And, though neither of us would admit it, this was the most fun we'd ever had. I pulled out of her roughly, pushing her to the ground. Mrs Watson looked up stupidly at my big, dangling cock as I stroked myself. I stepped forward, my dick slapping her in the cheek.

"You said I was an asshole."

All mrs Watson could do was nod, her face a mess.

"And what do you do with assholes?"

I stepped over her head, placing my foot on the table, exposing my wrinkled, puckered ring, less than a foot from her face. Without a prompt, without instruction, without hesitation, she went straight for my exposed ass, diving in and licking it furiously. She drew back for a moment, before extending her tongue and punching forward, penetrating my sphincter, going fully inside me. Once again she drew back, the tip of her tongue still in my ass, before pushing forward again as she began to tongue fuck me.

"Fuccck."

I began to stroke myself, enjoying how her tongue wetted my asshole. Half an hour earlier she'd been lecturing me on what an asshole I was, and how she never wanted to see me again. I grinned as I felt her tongue puncture my hole, a wet warmth slipping inside my ass. I had to admit this was a much better use of her mouth. We were like that for a minute or so, me touching myself as she tongued and probed my sensitive hole, the waves of pleasure washing over me with each lick.