MILF and Friend's Son Ch. 02

"This is a mistake," I thought to myself. I couldn't believe I found myself in this position. How did this happen? I'm a smart, successful law professor. I should know better. Yes, I had arrived at his apartment dressed sexy, but I wasn't looking slutty. Sure my slender, toned legs looked great in my new form fitting skirt and Jimmy Choo heels. And yes, maybe I had loosened one too many blouse buttons revealing a bit too much of my increasingly heavy 40Cs. But somehow my nylons had been turned into restraints. My skirt, blouse and bra were in a pile on the floor and my lacy thong had been stuffed deep into my own mouth. I was spread eagle, face-down on the bed, my legs tied with my own nylons to bedposts and my hands secured above my head on a lead to a third post.

How did I manage to put myself at Johnny's mercy? l knew damn well that he has a predilection to rough play at my expense. If I were truly being honest, I knew the answer - I just can't resist the thought of that 22 yr-old's big, juicy cock in my mouth and I would do just about anything to have another go at it. At 49 years of age I find myself craving that obnoxious self-entitled brat - but this was a bad position to put myself in. I started to worry that I was going to sorely regret it; and the more I thought about it the quicker my heart began to race.

As he re-entered the room I cringed as I heard -snap-. Good lord, I thought, what does he have in his hand? -Snap-, even louder this time. I attempted to crane my neck and head in every direction trying to see what he was holding, but my arms were pulled too tightly over my head for me to get my chin around them.

"Hey, Marie. I've got something for ya," he laughed wryly, as he reached a hand over my shoulder and plucked the thong from my mouth.

"Um, wha..what have you got there Johnny?" I stammered.

"Just an old dog leash I found in the closet." He walked up beside me so I could see. He had it doubled-over between his hands and he continued to snap the leather strap against itself as he slackened and then quickly pulled it taut between his hands -snap- -snap- -snap-

I winced to myself. Maybe if I didn't respond he would put it aside. Wishful thinking -CRACK- it landed across my bare bottom. "God dammit, Johnny!" I wailed. I naturally tried to twist my stung bum away from another blow but the nylons didn't have enough give in them.

"Who are you kidding? You love it." -CRACK-

"Noooo!" I cried as it landed on my other butt cheek. "Please..." as I tried to catch my breath. My butt is juicy and round with just the right amount of firmness (by far my best asset, a real crowd-pleaser) - but with his strength there was no way I'd last long with that leather strap striking my bottom.

"More?"

"No! Please; I'll do anything!" I blurted-out.

"I want your ass today."

"No, please Johnny. You're too big. I can't handle it back there." -CRACK-

"Owww..," I cried. My increasingly tender butt cheeks were being savaged with that leash. There was no way I would be able to fit his large cock in my back-door. But the restraints ensured I was not going anywhere by my own choice. I had to face the facts - one way or another I wasn't going to be able to sit for days. Damn, I was furious with myself for getting into this mess. Fooling around with my friend's son was starting to look like a mistake.

Before I could say another word he stuffed the thong back into my mouth. I tried to force it out by wiggling my jaw and pushing with my tongue, but to know avail.

"What's it going to be?"

"Mmmph, mmmmmph," was all I could get out.

"Trying to say something Marie, I can't hear you. Speak up." -CRACK-

My eye went wide, "MMMMMMPH!"

"Oh, let me help you with that Marie," as he pulled the now saliva-soaked thong from my mouth again. "What did you want to say?"

Panting for breathe, my eyes starting to water, I hesitated a moment too long -CRACK- again it landed across my poor reddening bottom. "Ok, Ok!" I screamed. "Just stop, please!"

My poor bottom; it hurt like hell. And then I felt a hand squeeze each cheek. He slowly spread them apart as he laid himself down between my legs. I could feel a bit of cool air down there as he spread my bum cheeks even further apart which only made my back hole wink tighter. I felt so exposed and vulnerable. And then I felt his tongue against my most private hole. I was shocked; I wasn't expecting a rimming. I tightened even more. But as his tongue continued to probe my back door I relaxed it a bit. With his warm breath and the flat of his tongue continuing to lap at my butthole I loosened it further. Before I knew it his tongue was deep in my asshole. I moaned with pleasure and I felt myself getting wet. What an unexpected turn of events.

He began to kneed my firm butt cheeks with his strong fingers. At first the sting of the strap was still there, but as his tongue went further into my asshole I forgot all about the leash. I began to grind my hips up and down; I forced my ass against his face and felt his chin against my moistening lips, which made me even wetter. His tongue was wonderful as it continued to dance around, and in, my butthole. Things were looking up.

I then felt him slide a finger into my increasingly wet pussy. I was always a bit of a water-works down there but his rimming had me dripping more than usual. It was becoming very slick, which was a good thing for me because he then unexpectedly slid a slippery finger in my ass. I was so relaxed from the rimming that I didn't hesitate to ask him to push it in deeper.

This continued for awhile - him fingering my pussy and ass simultaneously, me grinding and moaning like a sex starved housewife finally being touched. And then he sat-up abruptly, grabbed my hips and pulled me onto my knees. The lead tied to my wrists snapped taut as I was pulled up and back. He quickly forced my head backs down to the bed, as my ass remained up in the air. I knew what was coming and I was scared. Yes, I was wet, and primed, but I had been eye-to-eye (so to speak) with that cock just the other day. I knew what I was facing - and it is a beast. I was struck with fear with the thought of him attempting to put all 10" of that rod up my ass.

"Johnny, let me suck you. I want to swallow your cock." I tried to sound sexy, but it came-out in a panicked tremble.

He just laughed, "Nice try, but no way. You know what I want."

And with that I felt the head of his throbbing cock against my back door. I wish I could say he was gentle - but he was not. I felt that apple-sized head force it's way in with a pop using nothing more than some pre-cum as lube. I screamed like a banshee and saw stars before my eyes. I couldn't catch my breath; I thought I was going to pass-out. It burned like hell and I felt stretched like never before. I couldn't even get a word out to ask him to take it slow. Not that it would have mattered. I was going to be his anal slut-milf for the day, no matter what I had to say about it. He worked all 10" inches of that fat cock up my shoot and pumped at my poor bottom aggressively, all the while slapping my ass like he was taking a crop to a racehorse.

My shame was complete as he continued to ride my ass mercilessly and insist I beg for more. "Yes, Johnny! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my slut ass! Give it to me! Deeper, deeper, deeper!" How degrading, how humiliating - and oh how I loved every minute of it. I almost broke; but, thankfully I didn't use my safe word. He was becoming such a good student. Wait till my friend Debbie finds out how her youngest is coming along...