Justine’s whole front was now exposed to her daughter’s best friend. “Oh jeesh, I had no idea,” Jte said, dazzled by the big tits capped by the big dark aureole and the thickest, longest, darkest nipples ever.
“How dare you!” the exhibitionistic mother said in a halting, husky voice, as if that was what vani behavior demanded she say. She tried to back up but her ass and thighs were already up against the table in the tiny dte.
“You should be ashamed, walking around covered with your daughter’s pussy juice!”
“What? What are you-”
Without thinking, Jte grabbed for the huge nipples, holding each one at its base with a thumb and index finger. Even with her broad thumb, over an inch of the huge stalks extended above her fingers. Justine’s knees buckled and she sank to her knees for the second time in ten minutes.
Jte rapidly tied the ck belt from the robe in a figure eight around the sub mother’s 34Cs, squeezing the big mounds till the belt forced them up and out. “Don’t move,” she warned.
The girl strode into the master bedroom. There was an armoire in addition to the main closet. Jte pulled on the handle but it was locked. She stood on her toes, reaching above the armoire, and immediately found the key. Swinging open both doors, she had discovered a serious toy collection. Every major piece of bondage gear was there, all well made and expensive.
She grabbed two handfuls and returned to the dte, a gleeful smile on her face. Her new sub hadn’t moved and was looking more gorgeous than ever. Jte dumped the devices from her overflowing hands onto the table. “That’s quite a collection in your armoire.” Justine looked up just in time to be cored, gasping at the heap of metal and leather gear that Jte had piled onto the table. “You must have been a sub for a long time to have gathered so much expensive stuff.”
Jte stuck a small pair of mps onto the burgeoning, swarthy nipples, amazed at the huge dusky nipple flesh that bulged out above the mp. Shepensated for the lightweight mps by attaching two long chains with heavy metal links. Jte was correct: Justine epted the nipple pain like a well-trained sub. So Jte mped theely MILF’s thick clit hood, added a long thin chain, and clipped the end to the D-ring in the front of the ve cor. Jte stood back to appraise her work. Not bad, but not enough. Justine’s eyelids fluttered, swooning with shock and excitement.
The time was almost noon. The teen felt hungry, so she opened the frig to see if there was a piece of fruit. She forgot about her snack when she saw severalrge storage containers, stacked on several shelves. They were all filled to the brim. Instantly, Jte knew what they contained. She was staggered.
“Where did you get these, you cum slut?” she asked Justine. But the sensuous sub only shook her head, resistant.
“All right,” Jte conceded. She gathered thepliant older woman’s nipple chains and pulled up on them. The docile, sultry sub scrambled to her feet and was led a few feet to the living room, where her new Mistress shoved her down so she was sitting on the edge of the coffee table. Automatically, Justine spread her limber, toned legs to the outside of the table legs, her dusky, chunkybia spreading apart, her pussy drenched with arousal at the hands of her daughter’s fiercely dominating best friend.
Jte held a spreader bar against the rear of the sweating sub’s waist and attached the enticing mother’s wrists to the bar. The dominating girl raised one of Justine’s ankles and raised it from the floor to the corner of the coffee table, strapping it tightly. She bound the other ankle the same way. Justine’s legs and thighs were now pointing up and out, with her knees at the highest point. So her groin waspletely, obscenely exposed. Jte took a moment to admire the toned thighs, jutting clot and wet inner lips, juicing so much that Justine’s puckered hole was already saturated with cunt juice.
Jte picked up another of Justine’s penis gags. Although it was mostly hollow, so the reservoir could hold as much cum as possible, it had been designed to have the approximate stiffness and flexibility of a real cock. On the side of the base was a small red button that she’d never seen before. Jte pushed the button but nothing happened. Justine realized it was the brand new one she’d just bought. But she hadn’t noticed the red button when she’d bought it online.
“Last chance,” she offered. “Where’s it from?”
“I – I was away, away on vacation.”
“That’s it? That tells me nothing.”
She opened the container, poured the cold ingredient into a bowl, microwaved it and carefully poured the thick steaming contents into the penis gag, plugging the thick gag, inserting the gag into a head harness, and strapping the harness tightly to her new sub’s head, shoving the broad cock between the cock slut’s meaty lips.
Justine was stupefied to watch Jte attach a pussy mp to each of her heftybia, fasten cords to the mps, lead the cords to her wrist cuffs, and tie the cords tightly, pulling her lips wider than ever before and stretching them beyond belief. The bound sub uttered a flurry of muffled sounds through the heavy penis gag.
Jte was nothing if not thorough. She picked up a modestly proportioned, 4-inch anal dildo, applied lube liberally, positioned it at the dark-haired sub’s dusky, crinkly wet hole, and slowly pushed it into her bottom’s bottom. Justine shook and whimpered with pleasure. However, Jte was surprised that the ck dildo slid in so easily. Much too easily. So she pulled out the toy, to Justine’s grumble of disappointment, and marched back to the armoire in the master bedroom, seeking something more substantial. Hurriedly, she grabbed thergest anal dildo she saw.
Upon Jte’s return, she greased up therger, 6-inch tool, ced the ck shaft at the slightly gaping ring and carelessly shoved the head into the dark circle. This time, Justine didn’t whimper with pleasure, she gasped with pain. Jte couldn’t get more than half of the head inside. Then she remembered what she’d learned from Matt: always lube and go slowly. She withdrew the shaft, drenched in a thick coat of lubricant and slowly twisted the fake ns into the hole, rotating the shaft.
Justine produced a string of “Ugghhh!”s and “Ahhhh!”s as the huge dick plowed into her asshole. She guessed that Jte was way too inexperienced to know that only a well-trained, harshly used anal slut like Justine could have epted the monster so readily. Jte wasn’t satisfied until the entire six inches was lodged up into Justine, who quivered and writhed in a massive cum, her hips bucking and groin gyrating frenziedly, causing the cords attached to the cunt lip mps to stretch the abusedbia even further.
As soon as Justine came down from her high, her eyes widened. Jte, perspiring from her exertions in the stuffy apartment, had stripped off her blouse and shorts, revealing a matching pair of expensivece underwear. Justine ogled the teen’s luscious body, realizing that their bodies were so simr that Jte could be her own daughter.
The bra had plenty ofce in the decolletage and side boob areas, but none at all in the middle, exposing the beautiful girl’srge aureoles and thick nipples. Through the light gray fabric, Justine could see faint horizontal striations across the girl’s tits. Did that mean the girl would flog Justine’s tits?
Justine was stunned: this dominating teen was also a submissive who received discipline. But from whom? Certainly Angie would have known if Jte had a boyfriend. Justine had specifically asked Angie, who looked ufortable with the question and then replied, “I know that Jte definitely does not have a boyfriend.”N?velDrama.Org holds this content.
The boy shorts hadce on the hips, but the girl’s mons was totally visible, pussy juice covering the big dark outer lips that made a pronounced camel toe in the the gusset. There were striations across her mound, but darker, broader and angrier than the ones on her tits. Would this dominatrix crop Justine’s pussy?
Jte hefted a crop from the table. Justine shook her head wildly, drops of sweat flying off her ck hair, trying to dissuade her tormentor. Jte just smiled. She bypassed the pain-slut mother’s tempting tits and thwacked the crop into Justine’s upper thighs. Justine grimaced from the blow as the mark bloomed on her flesh, but gritting her teeth on the penis gag didn’t release any of the contents.
Justine’s juiced-up pussy was dripping and she knew exactly what anguish wasing next. Jte whacked the crop’s leather p alternately into the stretched, dusky lips, walloped the wet pink inner lips and swatted the distended clit, as oversized as the aureoles, nipples andbia. With each round thrashing the three throbbing areas, Jte struck harder. Justine’s pussy had never been tormented in quite this way. Where did an 18-year-old learn how to do this?
Jte pressed the red button only for a second. The penis gag lurched backward in its harness, the cock retracting and the shaft copsing by a couple of inches. Then it sprang forward, spewing its contents with such force that Justine’s head jerked backward, the hot cum jetting against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed the mouthload of hot jizz while she was cumming, her entire torso shuddering.