Disclaimer: Getting involved with people you don't know is not a great idea. "Playing" with strangers is downright stupid. Don't do it. This is just a story.
Bonus Disclaimer: To the person who asked for this to be continued, this is the best I could do with the little time I had. I might come back to it at some point in the future. For everyone else, I only had a couple of hours, forgive the lack of editing.
A Bonding Experience -- Part 2
Judy pulled into her garage and turned off the car. The young woman, her new and very unexpected lover stepped out of the car. Judy took a deep breath and got out as well.
She walked a few feet to the door and unlocked it. She opened the door and entered, Tomieka right behind her. She was removing her shoes when she heard Tomieka close and locked the door. She turned around nervously.
"Not bad. You'll have to give me the tour. But first, we have a problem to take care of, don't we?"
"We do?"
"I told you before, I haven't seen you naked yet. Take it off."
"I uh...I'm not sure..."
Tomieka reached out and put her hand over Judy's mouth. "Stop it. Stop it now. You brought me home with you. You knew what was going to happen."
Her voice softeened. "You have a nice body, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Here, I'll help you."
Judy managed to stutter thanks as the young woman started removing her shirt, then bra. Her pants and panties were next. She felt suddenly insecure about her pubic hair. She hadn't been great about keeping it trimmed after her divorce, after all, no one was going to see it.
Only now someone could. She felt sure it hadn't been over a month, but she wished she had kept up with it.
Fortunately, Tomieka didn't seem to mind, or at least didn't say anything. She asked for and received a tour of the older woman's home. The young woman seemed more interested than Judy had expected. She asked about the stories behind pictures and other art on walls. She even stopped to look through a photo album on the coffee table.
When they finally finished Tomieka sat down on the couch. "Well, I guess it's time to get on with it. Beg me to fuck you."
Judy stood there silently for several seconds, unable to will her mind to form words.
"Don't make me wait. We both know you are getting fucked tonight. We both know you will let me do whatever I want to you from now on. So let's get started."
"We both know that your precious daughter is begging Keke to use and abuse her right this minute. We both know where she got that need. Don't tell me you aren't brave enough to ask. We both know it's going to happen, why annoy me right beforehand?"
The girl's words hit Judy like a punch. She did not doubt that her daughter was doing things right now that she preferred not to think about. Was this girl suggesting she inherited that desire from her mother? That couldn't be true.
The silence got exceptionally awkward. Judy knew she had to say something. "I guess...I mean...."
"No. Get on your knees at my feet. And you don't 'guess'. Beg. Make it good. Make me believe it."
Judy got on her knees. She knew by bringing this woman to her home she had agreed to this. She had even asked for it, in front of her daughter no less. It wasn't what she wanted, but... "Please, Tomieka, please fuck me."
"Fuck you? You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Maam."
"What kind of a person begs someone to fuck them?"
"My kind, I guess?"
"And what are you?"
"Your slave, Maam. I'm your slave. For the next week, I'll do whatever you ask."
"Just for the next week huh? We'll see about that. But that's not a bad answer. If I agree to fuck you, you promise to be a good little slut for me? You said you would do whatever I asked. I will hold you to that."
"I understand, Maam."
"Good, do you have any rope in the house?"
Judy thought for a few seconds before remembering she had some in her trunk in case she needed to tie something down. The pair went and retrieved the rope.
Tomieka then led the older woman up to her bedroom before proceeding to tie Judy's wrists and ankles to the bed. The young woman undressed, then pulled a large, black strapon out of her purse.
Judy felt herself getting wet as the young woman put it on.
Before she knew it, the young woman was on top of her, thrusting far more vigorously than her ex-husband had for the last several years of their marriage, maybe ever.
...and to greater effect. The strap on wasn't warm like a cock would have been. The texture was different as well. It wasn't that long, or even particularly thick. But for some reason, she felt herself losing control. She didn't want Tomieka to stop.
It was more intense than anything the mother had ever experienced. Maybe it was the way the girl talked dirty to her. Maybe it was the loss of control and knowing that Tomieka could do anything she wanted to her, not only because she was tied up, but also because she had already proven unable to say no to this girl.
Or maybe there was something to having a pair of breasts bouncing around on top of her, slapping against her when the girl would thrust deeply into her.
Was the girl right? Was she gay? Did she want to feel used?
Before long, Judy was unable to think. All she could do is unconsciously writhe in her bonds as the sensations overtook her. And then, for the second time today, this girl her daughter's age caused her to climax like she had never known she was capable of.
Judy wasn't sure how long it took her to calm down and come back to her senses. When she did she was surprised to see the young woman untying her. She was surprised she wasn't going to be expected to return the favor. Surely she couldn't be disappointed by that, right?
