Several years ago I was dating a lovely girl Rachel. I was 24 and she was 21. Rachel was a tall, thin, pretty girl with long brunette hair. She was studying at university and still living at home with her mother (Sandra) who was divorced. Most of the time we would meet out at pubs and clubs and we would go back to my place to fuck. Although she was a lovely girl she was very prudish and sex was very basic. We very rarely got past missionary position and once in a blue moon she would go down on me but she would never let me come in her mouth. After several months she asked me to o to her house and meet her mother.
The first thing that I noticed about Sandra when I met her was how beautiful she was. She was 45 years old, about 5'4" tall, had short blonde hair, was a size 12 and had beautiful 34C tits. She was very feminine and was dressed impeccably wearing a knee length tight red skirt, blouse and three inch heels. I could hardly stop staring at her and was very happy to see the outline of a g-string under her skirt as I followed her to the kitchen. Over the next few months I spent more and more time at Rachel's house often just watching TV and talking to Sandra while Rachel was studying. I enjoyed Sandra's company and loved the way she always dressed very well and was very classy. I often tried to imagine what her body was like underneath her clothes and I got the feeling that she sensed that because she would often wear blouses and leave a few buttons undone while I was around showing a lot of cleavage and then do them up when Rachel came in and she would also bend over a lot showing off her ass. He skirts were always tight and you could see the panty line through the material.
My relationship with Rachel was going well but trying to spice up the sexual side of it up a bit and make it more interesting, when her birthday came around I bought her a matching set of lingerie – bra, g-string and suspender belt and some stockings. When she opened the box that it was in she was horrified. She said that she could never wear that sort of clothing because she would look and feel like a slut.
Our relationship continued on and sex stayed plain and boring. The most exciting part was to try and get a quickie in before Sandra got home from work of an evening. Rachel would study all week and every second weekend she would go interstate to spend a weekend with her father and his new girlfriend.
I came to find out over time from Rachel that her father had run off with his secretary and that his affair and leaving had really hurt her mother Sandra. Their marriage had never been very good and he had often hit Sandra but she had gotten used to it. She had become very submissive to him and he would often humiliate her in front of friends by touching and feeling her up in front of them and taking her to the bedroom and fucking her while the friends were in the lounge room. On several occasions Rachel had come home and seen her mother on her knees sucking her fathers cock, and she had laid in bed at night and heard her parents fucking and his father telling his mother what a slut she was. I guessed that this was the reason why Rachel was sexually prudish.
After hearing about that I felt sorry for Sandra but also had many dreams about her, imagining that I was her husband and that it was me who was fucking her and making her suck my cock. They usually ended with me wanking myself and ending up with a hand full of sticky come.
One Wednesday night I was sitting watching TV while Rachel was studying and Sandra came and sat with me and we started talking. She said the Rachel had showed her my birthday present and she was surprised that I had bought something so sexy for her. I was a bit embarrassed to be having this discussion with her but I explained that I had a bit of a fetish for sexy lingerie and that it turned me on to know a lady was wearing it. She didn't even look surprised and asked me if there was anything else that I liked. I said that I liked women wearing really high heels and dressed a bit slutty – you know short skirts and see through or tight tops. I couldn't believe that I had just had this discussion with my girlfriend's mother. I was almost relieved when Rachel came out of her room because I was starting to feel uncomfortable talking about these things with Sandra.
The next night I was going over and was having dinner at Rachel's house. When I got there Rachel was not home yet and Sandra met me at the door and let me in. Sandra looked beautiful wearing a very tight black skirt that was about two inches shorter than she usually wore, a tight white top that you could see her black bra through and a pair of 4-inch heels. Sitting in the kitchen talking to her as she cooked dinner I soon noticed that she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt. Every time she bent over I got a good look at her legs and because the skirt was so short I could see the tops of her stockings. My cock was getting hard just looking at her and I knew she was teasing and playing with me but I couldn't work out why. The phone rang and I answered it – it was Rachel and she said that the bus had broken down and she would be home in about half an hour. While I was talking to Rachel my mind was racing and I realized that as Sandra knew about my fetish for stockings and had worn them to tease me, and given that she had always been treated like a submissive slut in her marriage and seemed to accept it she was actually trying to get me to use her. As I hung the phone up I walked over to Sandra and grabbing her by the hair I dragged her to the lounge room and pushed her to her knees. I looked down at her and said
"I know what you are up to – you are a dirty little slut and you want me to fuck you – you want to feel my big cock in your cunt don't you"
She looked up at me with a horrified look on her face and said
"Yes – please fuck me – I want to be your slut – I wore this lingerie just for you"
Looking down at her I told her to get my cock out and suck it.
"I am not going to fuck you yet but I am going to make you drink my come"
She obliged and undid my pants and took my already hard cock out and started to lick it. She then put about three inches of it into her mouth and started to suck it. Looking down at her I grabbed her head and pulled it down onto my cock. When I felt it hit the back of her mouth I pushed harder and felt my cock open her throat up and I could feel and hear her gag as my cock pushed down into her throat. When it was all the way in and her lips were buried in my pubes I started to fuck her throat. I could see the head of my cock going up and down her throat stretching it. After about twenty seconds I pulled my cock out and she took a huge breath. Looking down at her she had saliva dripping out of her lips and running down her chin. I said to her
"Do you like sucking my cock, slut – do you like the way I fuck your throat and make you gag – do you want to taste my come you dirty slut"
She looked up at me and said
"Yes – please throat fuck me and make me gag, I love it – please come in my mouth and use me like a whore"
I grabbed her head again and forced my cock back into her throat. Holding her hair I savagely fucked her throat feeling her gag every time I pushed my cock deeper in her throat until I was ready to come. As I came deep in her throat she swallowed as hard as she could but it was too much for her and it started to dribble out of the corner of her mouth. As I pulled my cock from her mouth she put her hand to her face and using her fingers she wiped all the come and her saliva up and licked her fingers clean.
Putting my cock back into my pants I said to her
"You are such a slut and you love being a slut don't you"
"Yes"
"Do you want to be my slut from now on"
"Yes"
"Good – go and get changed so that Rachel doesn't see you like this and I will talk to you later"
Just as Sandra walked into her bedroom to get changed Rachel walked in. I kissed her and told her that her mum was just getting changed and dinner was almost ready. As we sat and ate dinner it was as if nothing had ever happened. Sandra was just her normal self. Over dinner Rachel said that she was going to see her father this weekend and was leaving on Friday afternoon and would be back at about lunchtime on Sunday. After dinner Rachel went to have a shower and I sat and talked to Sandra.
Sandra admitted that she loved feeling like a slut. She said that during her marriage her husband had made her feel cheap and worthless and that she had enjoyed that feeling. Since her husband had left she had lived a prim and proper lifestyle and all the guys she had dated had all been perfect gentlemen and no one had ever tried to treat her badly. She said that she knew that Rachel was not really interested in sex and that if I wanted to I could use her to make up for what Rachel didn't give me. I told her that that would be fine but there were going to be some rules.
1/ She was to always dress elegantly and had to always wear stockings and nice lingerie.
2/ She was to shave her cunt so that she only had a small strip of hair above it and keep it hat way.
3/ I was allowed to do anything to her that I wanted.
4/ She was to get a collection of special slut clothes and shoes for when I wanted to take her out and show her off.
5/ She was to always wear red lipstick and keep her fingernails long and painted bright red.
I told her that this would start tomorrow when Rachel left to see her father. Sandra agreed and said that she would do anything to make me happy.
That night Rachel and I didn't fuck as my mind was busy thinking about her mother. I left early and went home with a lot on my mind. I didn't know how serious Sandra was or how far I could push her but I was about to find out.
The next day I rang Sandra at work and told her that I wanted her to meet me at the Harley Bar at 7 PM and that she was to be wearing a very short black skirt, a see through blouse, black seamed stockings with a suspender belt and 6 inch heels – no bra or knickers. She was hesitant about going out in case she was recognized but I just said be there at 7 and hung up. I got there at about 6 PM and was having a few drinks with some friends when Sandra arrived. Everyone in the bar watched her as she walked across to where we were sitting. Her skirt was so short that the tops of her stockings were showing and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse. She sat down next to me and I ordered her a drink. We were sitting in a dark corner of the bar when I reached across and started to rub one of her nipples through her blouse. She looked around to see who was looking and a few people were. I could see the embarrassment on her face but she didn't say a word. When her nipple was rock hard I pinched it hard between my thumb and finger and she let out a moan. Pulling her towards me by her nipple I whispered in her ear
"Do you like it when I pinch your nipple"
"Yes"
