Fiction, Blackmail, Coercion, Cruelty, Cuckold, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Male / Older Female, Male Domination, Mature, Reluctance, Spanking, Teen Male / Female, Written by women
This is a FICTIONAL story written from a female perspective. All characters and scenarios are purely fictional, and just because I write about something more risqué, does not necessarily mean I condone said actions in real life. Hope you enjoy! This specific story features themes some might find unpleasant, such as sex between an adult and underaged character, dubious consent, extreme degredation, and NTR/Cucking. Reader discretion is advised!
I had always done my best to be a good mother for my son. Being a single mom, that meant that I had to work extra hard, but I did it happily. I managed to take good care of him, and even got him into a good school. But that might have ended up doing more harm than good.
Many of the other kids picked on him or shunned him because of our financial circumstances. One boy in particular was exceptionally cruel, Rodger Anderson. He both verbally and physically bullied my son, and because his parents were very rich, the school rarely punished him.
One day I decided enough was enough. I went to his house and rang his doorbell.
When he answered the door he smiled at me, “Hey there stranger, come on in.” He said in a mocking tone as he stood to the side.
I entered the extravagantly expensive house and looked at him, “Let me get right to it, I want you to…”
“Woah, hey lady. You’re my guest. At least let me offer you something to drink first.”
“...I’m fine. As I was saying.”
“Come to the living room so we can sit down while we talk.” He said and led me to his living room.
Once we were both seated on the couch he smiled at me, “Now, what can I do for you?”
“I want you to stop bullying my son.”
“Hmmmm, alright. I was getting kinda bored with him anyways…but nothing in life is free. I want something in return.”
“And what would that be?”
He smiled and looked me up and down with a hungry expression. He looked me in the eye and licked his lips, “I wanna fuck you.”
“...I take it that that’s the only payment you will accept.”
“You’re much smarter than your son is.” He smiled.
I let out a sigh, “Very well.” I said.
“Wow really? That was quick. You must really need a good dicking.”
“I’ve done worse for the sake of my son. So just take me to your bedroom and get it over with.”
“So eager to get going. I like it~” He said and stood up, “This way.”
He took me upstairs to a bedroom that was as big as my kitchen and living room combined.
“Here we are.” He said and looked at me, “Since you were so eager to come here, why don’t you go ahead and take off all your clothes nice and quick too~?”
I glared at him and began to get naked. I refuse to use the word strip, that’s not what I was doing. I was not putting on a show for him. I was simply paying him what he had asked.
“Damn, those fat tits are even bigger than they looked in your shirt.” He said and began to grope them. “I bet the nerd sucked on these a whole lot when he was a baby. Mine now.” He said and began to suck on them himself.
I simply stared forward blankly. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of moaning or showing any signs of pleasure. I simply stared at the clock. According to that very clock, he played with my tits for a solid ten minutes before he gave up.
“You’re no fun.”
“I’m not here to have fun.” I answered.
“That’s a shame. Don’t worry though, I’ll have you moaning in no time.”
“I doubt that.”
“Alright bitch, get on my bed on all fours.” He said as he began to disrobe.
Not having any other choice, I walked over to his bed and got on my hands and knees on it as he had asked. Part of me was glad that he would be fucking me from behind. That way I wouldn’t have to see the smug look on his face. But part of me knew the reason why men like fucking in doggy style. It makes them feel powerful, like the woman they’re fucking is submitting to them by getting down on her hands and knees. What’s more, fucking a woman from behind forces her to stare ahead of her, into a mirror or an audience, or just an empty room…but if a woman wanted to look at her lover she would have to turn her head to do so. The woman would have to actively careen her neck into an awkward position to see the man fucking her. In other words, the woman had to show the man that she wanted to look at him, that she wanted him to fuck her. Well I would not give him that satisfaction.
“Alright, let’s take that pussy for a spin.” He said as he got behind me, “Daaaaamn, this ass is gonna look really good when it’s slapping against me.” He said as he groped me like a piece of merchandise. He gave it a hard slap before he grabbed onto my hips and began to push his cock into my pussy.
I am an honest woman…so I have to admit that he was quite a lot bigger than I was expecting. Not just in length, but also in girth. His cock hit me deeper than any man ever had before, and it stretched my pussy out wider than even my biggest sex toys did. But I stayed strong. I didn’t moan. I didn’t quake and shake. I simply gripped onto the bed and waited for the fucking to begin.
“Daaaaaaaaamn bitch, you’re so tight. I bet the last time you got fucked was when you got knocked up with that brat. Speaking of, are you on birth control?”
As I said before, I am an honest woman, “Yes.” I answered.
“Fuck yeah! That means I can creampie this pussy as much as I want.”
There was a pause, so I spoke, “Just do i-...”
I was cut off by him starting to thrust his hips.
I let out a gasp but still refused to moan.
“Mmmmh, fuck bitch! You’re so damn fucking tight! I don’t think I’d be able to pull out if my life depended on it. Fortunately for both of us it doesn’t.”
“Speak for yourself.” I grumbled.
“Still doing that bitchy unsatisfied bullshit. Don’t worry, I’ll fix your attitude soon enough.”
“I doubt it.”
“We’ll see, we’ll see.” He said and began to grope my ass while he fucked me. On occasion he’d slap it in an attempt to elicit a response. One which I never gave him. “Alright, you’re better at this than most bitches I’ve fucked, I’ll give you that. But don’t worry…” He slowly bent forward, pressing his chest against my back and placing his hands on top of mine. “I’ll figure out what makes you tick~” He whispered into my ear before he bit it. Then he bit my neck. Then my shoulder.
Still I held firm, clenching my teeth in anger. Not just at him, but at myself for feeling just the smallest twinge of excitement with every bite.
“Hmmph…you’re a tough cookie. Never had a bitch take this long to enjoy herself. So I just have to go all out!” He suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and dug his elbow into my back as he pulled hard.
That was it. The sudden jolt of pain in my head, neck, and back, combined with the relentless assault on my pussy was too much for me. I let out a loud, long, and lewd moan that filled the room. The first of many…many more.
“That’s it! Sing for me bitch!” He slapped my ass harder than he had before, “SING!”
I kept moaning louder and louder, my voice shaking with each thrust. Tears and drool streamed down my face as he took control of me. I sang for him like a canary, and he was the conductor.
“See? Doesn’t it feel so much better when you let yourself enjoy it?”
With my remaining willpower I did my best to resist him, “It’s not…ah…that good!”
“Then why are you riding me?”
I gasped as I realized what he said was true. My hips were moving on their own, desperate for the sex that I hadn’t had in sixteen years. I screamed at them in my mind to stop, but that only seemed to propel them into riding him harder.
“Mmmmmh, I can tell when a bitch is about to cum on my cock. Still think you can deny that it feels good after I fuck an orgasm out of you? Huh?”
“N-No…” I answered. I am an honest woman after all.
“See? Now you’re getting it. Now cum for me bitch! CUM!”
He didn’t need to ask me again. I let out a scream as the biggest orgasm of my life ripped through my entire body. It left me drooling and crying and my whole body shaking violently in aftershocks of pleasure.
“That’s a good bitch. How many more times do you think I can make you cum before I creampie you?”
“I don’t…I don’t know…”
“Then GUESS bitch!” He said and pulled my hair again.
“AHHHGH! TH-THREE! THREE!”
“Hah! Easy!” He said and sped up, “And what do I get when I win this little bet?”
“Wh-What?”
“I asked you how many more times you think I can make you cum before I cum. You said three. If I make you cum four or more times, then I win the bet. What do I get when I win, bitch?”
“Wh-What do you want?”
He pulled my hair again, “Don’t take the easy way out bitch. I wanna hear what that horny slutty brain of yours wants to offer me.”
I gasped for air and groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, “If you…if you win…then…I’ll…I’ll…I’ll stay here and let you fuck me as long as you want!”
“Deal!” He said and immediately began fucking me harder.
I want to say that I resisted him. I want to say that I gave him a good fight. I want to say that I made him work for those orgasms. But…I am an honest woman. I was nothing compared to him. Putty in his hands. A canary for his coal mine. The first orgasm came about twenty minutes later. The second one came about half-an-hour after that. The third orgasm was another twenty minutes. The fourth orgasm…it only took him seven minutes.
“That’s what I like to hear. As for my prize, you’re staying with me all night long~”
“W-What about your p-parents?”
“They’re out of town. Besides, they’re used to me having bitches over, most of the time on their dime, so they’d probably be happy that I pulled one for free.” He laughed and kept fucking me.
I gasped and moaned more, “I’ll need to…call my son…let him know…”
“You can do that after I fill you up. Now keep singing for me baby, I’m sure I can get a few more orgasms out of you before I do that.”
And I sang for him. Moans and screams, begging and pleading, I sang for his cock as loud as I could. I…am an honest woman…I loved…singing for him. I was…happy…that I would be singing for him all night. It excited me. It thrilled me. It turned me on more than anything else ever had in my entire life. I wished it would never stop. But all things…especially the good things…the horribly disgustingly humiliatingly good things…must come to an end.
“Are you ready bitch? I’m gonna fill you up!”
I am…well…you know by now. “YES!” I screamed, “CUM IN ME! I NEED YOU TO CUM IN ME! FILL ME UP! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! I’M YOUR BITCH! I’LL ALWAYS BE YOUR BITCH! PLEASE! CUM! IN ME! I NEED IT! PLEASE!!!”
“HERE YOU GO YOU FUCKING WHORE!” He shouted and slammed his massive cock in deeper than ever as he began to empty his balls inside of me.
Roger Anderson, the boy who had made my son’s life a living hell, was filling my pussy to the brim with his semen…and I let him. No…I am an honest woman. I didn’t “let” him fill my pussy. I begged him to. I wanted him to. I NEEDED him to. I wanted Roger Anderson to shoot out every last drop of his semen into my bare, unprotected pussy. I wanted to belong to Roger Anderson. I wanted the boy who tormented my son to fuck me like a cheap whore…like a sex toy. I wanted Roger Anderson to make me his bitch. Do you understand? More than anything else in the world, at that moment, I wanted to be Roger Anderson’s bitch.
“FUUUUUUUUU-UUUUU-UUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” He moaned, “HOLY FUCK! AH SHIT! Mmmmmmh~” He moaned, and then, to my dismay, he pulled out. “I have to admit, you were a hard bitch to break, but the bigger they are, the harder they fall. He chuckled and groped my ass, “And you are a BIG bitch. I like that~” To my surprise he spread my ass and licked my ass hole. “I think I wanna fuck that one next.”
“O-Okay.” I whimpered out.
“Hmmm? Something wrong?”
“N-No it’s fine. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“STOP LYING TO ME BITCH!” He said and slapped my ass hard, “Tell me what you want!”
“MY PUSSY!” I screamed out desperately, “ I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY PUSSY! PLEASE FUCK MY PUSSY AGAIN! I WANT YOU TO FUCK IT AND TAKE IT LIKE YOU OWN IT BECAUSE YOU DO! YOU OWN MY PUSSY NOW! PLEASE FILL IT UP AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAINANDAGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN!!! PLEEEEAAAAAASE!!!” I was so desperate that I was crying.
He chuckled, “Well when you say it like that, then there’s no way I can refuse. Now sit up and call your son.”
“Y-Yes sir.” I said and slowly stood up. He handed me my phone from my purse and I dialed my son’s number with shaky hands.
“Hey mom, what’s up?”
My heart quivered and nearly broke. How could I do this? Lie to my own son just so that I could have more sex with his bully? I wanted to leave and go home and hug him right then. No…I’m an honest woman. I felt obligated to go home, but what I wanted…what I wanted was to stay at Roger Anderson’s place and let him fuck me all night long.
“H-Hello sweetie. Um…mommy probably won’t make it home tonight?”
“Is everything okay?” He asked with a worried tone. I knew how much he cared about me and worried about me.
“Yes everything is…” Roger suddenly grabbed my tits hard, which caused me to gasp, “E-Everything is fi-fine!”
“Mom? Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“S-Sorry sweetie…mommy…went to the gym with a friend. I may have overdone it, so she’s letting me stay at her place. I’ll be fine.”
“Alright. Let me know if you need me to go over and pick you up.”
“Thank you sweetie. You’re the best son I could ask for. I love you, so so much.”
“I love you too mom. Good night.”
“Good night sweetie.” I said and hung up. The moment the call ended I threw my head back and let out all the moans that had been building up while Roger was groping my tits. “Oh fuck baby~”
He forcefully pushed me down onto my back and pinned me down.
I immediately spread my legs for him.
He licked his lips and rubbed his massive cock against my pussy, but didn’t push it in.
I gasped and began to panic, “W-Why aren’t you putting it in?”
“You want me to fuck you more?”
“YES! PLEASE!”
“Nothing in life is free. I want something in return.”
“Anything! Please! What do you want?”
“If you want this cock, then you have to promise to come over and let me fuck you whenever I want.”
“Yes! YES! I-I was already planning on doing so!”
He chuckled, “Good, but that’s not all.” He slowly leaned down to whisper in my ear, “If I tell you that I want your son to watch…he watches.”
I gasped and was unable to answer. I want to say it was out of shock and disgust, that this was the last straw that I would never agree to, that I slapped him in the face and left to go home. But I am an honest woman. I was unable to answer simply because I was out of breath. The moment I regained it, I whispered my answer into his ear, “Yes~”
“Good girl. Now…how many times do you think I can make you cum before I fill you up this time~?”
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