Used In Her Mothers Place

*All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction containing nonconsensual sex and other such themes, do not copy or act out any of the actions within this story without prior discussion and permission from the other party.

The acts and thoughts of character's within my stories do not represent my own. My kinks are not my politics.

Consent matters, and so does communication with your partner.*

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Ashley re-adjusted her bag again with a grunt, tossing her wavy dark-red hair out of her face as the edges curled too close to her eyes. Way too many stairs lay between her and the apartment afforded by her part-time work and her mother's... employment.

Her hips swayed as she walked, flaring out from a thin waist into nice and wide curves. Her full ass wasn't the kind of huge that looks so clearly fake, but rather was tight, and had a firm peach shape to it. Round, bouncy, and light, tempting any man confident enough to tame the redhead to spank it and watch the ripples in her pale flesh.

Her bra was the kind that hides the size of what is beneath, not the flattering sort. She hid how large her bust was as well as the narrowness of her waist with a loose shirt, though her wide hips and full bubble-butt wasn't able to be hidden quite so well with her sweat pants.

She had these pure blue eyes with little almost-white streaks next to the pupils, like a ring of clouds that gave way to the sky. Below was a cute little button nose, and beneath that to were pouty lips. Her face looked so beautifully pure and innocent in the way that many men would instantly desire to distort it with the most degenerate pleasures they could imagine.

She came up to her door, and fit her key into the lock. A fuzzy pink pom-pom keychain tickling her wrist as she opened the door to release the grunts and squeals within.

Ashley flinched, quickly getting inside and shutting the door, trying to make as little noise as possible while blocking anyone from hearing what her mother was doing.

'Mom! Your supposed to be done an hour early to air out the smell!' She wrinkled her nose as the thick musk of sweat and sex filled the air, involuntarily taking a deep smell before catching herself.

"Fuck! FUCK ME! Agh! SHOVE THAT BIG CO-Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD, AAAAAA-"

The sudden scream was cut off as Ashley quickly stuffed earbuds in her ears, quickly dashing past her mother's room before shutting herself in her own.

She paused, leaning against her bedroom door as she sighed in relief. She had been spotted before by her mother's clients, and the suggestions to be "paid extra to get a mother-daughter mashup" had never failed to make her feel sick.

Thankfully she had gotten her room soundproofed, so even if she made noise or played music, her mother's clients wouldn't hear, and she didn't have to hear them.

Blocking the noise helped stop her mind from imagining exactly what might be going on in the other room. Just the thought made her recall memories of being a child and watching through a crack in the door frame as her mother was folded in half and crushed beneath big, strong men as she squealed and moaned, helpless to the pleasure they inflicted on her slight, curvy body.

She had gotten wet, even touched herself at the thoughts the noises gave her, leading to her attempts to block such feelings by blocking the sound. She felt a curiosity, of course, towards what it must feel like to be used like that, to be in her mother's place.

But she also felt herself longing for the romanticism of the act, as described by the fairy tales her mother told her, as though trying to use the idea of true love to combat the influence the prostitution brought into their lives. Even though that same romanticism seemed impossible after all she had seen. She had seen her mother get piledrived by a massive black cock, and had seen the way her mother struggled to walk straight afterwards.

Men weren't romantic. They just enjoyed using women as objects, and women like her mother enjoyed being used as objects.

It had made a much-younger Ashley wonder at the women insisting they were superior or equal to men, what sex for that kind of person must be. Maybe man or woman didn't matter, and there were just people who used and people who liked to be used.

Where on earth would she ever find the kind of love she wanted?

Ashley bit her lip as heat flushed her cheeks, a growing warmth underneath her stomach signaling her arousal at the memories and thoughts, scenes of the many cocks pounding away at her poor mother's pussy...

'Shit...' she widened her legs slightly, the wetness already soaking into her panties and from there, eventually, even her pants. She always got too wet too fast, it made her change underwear at a ridiculous pace back when she had no soundproofing and suffered the arousals brought by the noises.

"You and your daughter were both made to be whores, from your hair to your slutty ass!" The memory of a man screaming those words echoed in her head, and she flushed an even deeper scarlet, ashamed at her arousal and the puddle that so easily formed from it.

She took her pants off, throwing her stuff aside as she pulled her laptop onto the bed, wriggling her ass slightly as she wormed up on top of the bed.

'It couldn't hurt to just... make it go away, right?' She knew how hard it was to make her body stop once it got started unless she got to cum. A long and stressful frustrating endeavor, and she honestly felt too tired to resist the urge.

'It doesn't make me a slut, I just have needs. I'm not a slut, I just have needs. I'm not a slut, I just have needs.' A simple mantra is all it took to convince herself it couldn't hurt.

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Rick leaned back, breathing somewhat heavily as he slapped the ass of the passed-out woman underneath him. "Hey bitch! I'm not done!"

Her full bubble butt jiggled and rippled from his slaps, covered in red handprints already.

A few gurgles were all he got, her mind too blissed out to even comprehend the concept of language.

"Fuck!" he hissed, annoyed. "Like I'm going to pay now... stupid slut, supposed to get ME off..."

'Guess she's never had a guy who has a big cock AND stamina.' He ridiculed every past client and/or partner the whore had ever had. His cock wasn't the biggest in the world at just about halfway between 7 and 8 inches, but he was quite thick, a "nice and fat cock" as his ex had once put it, and had never had a problem outlasting any woman multiple orgasms through.

He got up, his condom-clad erection glistening with fluid from her cunt as it slapped against his thigh, swinging free.

He grabbed the glass of water on the bedside table, gulping a good third of it down as he idly wondered if he should just keep fucking the unconcious prostitute. 'I mean... I could do anything to her at this point. Hell, i could just piss on her for kicks if I wanted to.'

The idea didn't really appeal to him. Proving his natural dominance over women who thought they were above their bodily urges got him off best, and the prostitute had strangely tickled that urge, the way she held her chin up as though no matter what any man did to her, she would still be strong and rise above the selling of her flesh.

He'd certainly taught her the error of her attitude on this... but now with her unconcious, it didn't do much for him anymore.

He stepped out of the bedroom into the rest of the apartment, stretching his back as the cooler air kissed his sweat-soaked body. He idly yanked the condom, which never got to complete its task, off of his dick and threw it into the trashcan nearby.

He looked at the wall separating the two bedrooms from the rest of the apartment as he used the trashcan in between the two doors. (The rest of the apartment was all just a single room split by a kitchen counter.)

Rick paused as he saw a bit of light beneath the other door.

Vaguely the back of his mind remembered the blonde slut telling him that "even though our business can occur in my apartment, that room is off limits. You can use me any way you like anywhere else here until you are satisfied, as long as you use protection and do not enter that room."

'Well... she never kept HER end of the deal. I'm not satisfied, what kind of fucking prostitute blueballs her client? Well... her sensitivity was very sexy when it wasn't making her pass out at least. I've never seen someone cum that easily before, not even when on drugs.'

He stroked his cock a little, remembering the curvaceous blonde's eyes rolling into the back of her head and screaming for him to slow down as he kept pounding her like a jackhammer. His erection came back to full mast at the memories of those blue eyes that looked so pure and innocent in that cutely doll-like face, so hot and distinctive when compared to the rest of her sinful body.

Rick kept staring at the door in curiosity. As he stepped closer to that door, he remembered how he stretched out the blonde prostitute's jaw while she stared up at him with worshiping eyes. Whether or not she was acting for his money, her appreciation for his size when he put it in her pussy couldn't be faked.

He opened the door, and there was... a young woman, facing away on the bed, sweatpants bunched around her knees, with her fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy. Her little rosebud asshole flexed slightly as he stared in surprise.

College age... dark red hair, like a burgundy, with streaks of brighter red highlights. Rick couldn't see too many details, her back facing him as she lay on her stomach, earbuds in, and a sweatshirt on that her perfect little ass poked out from, humping her own hand.

His cock twitched, and Rick smiled. He'd found someone to use in the whore's place it would seem...

He rubbed his cock, making sure he was hard and still slick with the condoms lube.

He got behind her, readying himself.

It happened so fast Ashley didn't even realize what was happening at first. She didn't even get to try to scream, her face shoved into the bed by the large and powerful man's weight on top of her.

She tried to flail her limbs free, in a blind panic as her brain blanked out, white noise and panic lighting up ancient instincts that demanded escape. Within less than a second her hands were pinned down by his, his feet hooked on her ankles forcing her legs open, pinned and apart!

Her earbuds popped out as finally realization came.

"Please, no! Get off, don't do this!" She screamed unintelligibly into the bed, her words so muffled Rick was unable to even understand or make out her words as she begged. Not that it would do anything but make him even harder, if that were possible.

His hard erection throbbed against the inside of her thigh as her struggle stoked his fire, a grin full of arrogance, confidence, and an absolute certainty in himself splitting his face wide from ear to ear. He believed this to be okay, because every woman enjoyed it, once she had it good.

'This is their place, where they belong.' He truly believed.

He leaned his head down, his chin above the top of her head due to the difference in height, her head crushed into the bed by his upper chest.

"You're going to realize this struggle is pointless. You're going to enjoy this, as I break you. And by the end, you'll be just like every other woman; a whore who acts all independent and tough, but craves cock like a bitch in heat."

Ashley screamed in a mixture of fear and terrified frustration as he yanked both her arms above her head, pinning both wrists with one large hand while the other made its way down to help position his cock at her entrance. Her legs couldn't move properly, his legs held them apart while her own pants kept them too close together to try and kick him.

Ashley kept trying, flexing every muscle she could to get away, and making Rick's attempts very difficult as she kept shifting slightly.

"Stop moving, bitch!" He slapped her across the ass with his free hand that had been trying to line up his cock, and he did it hard.

Ashley stopped moving as her ass stung, heat flowing straight to her tailbone and sending electricity up her spine. The pain and the word 'bitch' mixed into an unknown result, and it made her dizzy and pause in shock.

For an instant.

An instant long enough for his cock to finally find its place as he pushed it in.

'She's SO fucking wet... and tight. Shit this is like anal-tight, hot-damn.'

"Got nice and wet for me huh?" He whispered cruelly, letting her head lift enough to see her bright blue eyes wide open in shock, staring uncomprehendingly into the middle-distance.

"Good girl." Rick whispered, pulling himself back slightly...

Ashley screamed and creamed all over the invading cock at the same time as he thrust himself back in. It was... impossible to describe. The feeling of violation, the pressure forcing her open, the stretching and heat and everything of it.

Every fantasy she felt guilty and wrong for, every lingering frustration within her own body, satisfied. All the folds and spots inside stretched, touched, overwhelmed. His body was fire and she was kindling covered in gasoline.

And then he pulled back again, her walls and insides dragging and catching against the ridges of the veins and the flaring of the head-

He thrust again, his cock working its way a little deeper into the virgin hole, and once again her brain struggled in redefining what pleasure was, what the word meant, her already broken boundaries pushed even further beyond.

There was no time to adjust, to come to terms with it, to understand what was happening.

Rick had no remorse in immediately picking up to his comfortable pace, slamming the young woman's entire body into the mattress with each heavy stroke, no respite, no slowing down. He did not know she was a virgin, though maybe her tightness should have told him so, and the fact it took over 10 thrusts for him to realize his dick was not going to get any deeper than it was, maybe 4 inches in.

'Her womb dropped already?' He idly wondered, and then winced as a high pitched SCREAM tore the air as finally Ashley's vocal cords found air again.

His hand that had been holding hers up above her head let go, as the other was supporting his weight now, and was immediately wrapped around to the front of her throat to choke her scream. "Goddamn slut, shut the fuck up. Don't worry, I'll push your womb back up so you can take my dick properly."

Ashley's arms, now free, flailed and grabbed onto the bed sheets, gripping so tight they might have torn if the corner hadn't slipped off the mattress from Rick's thrusts, giving some slack.

'Oh god.'

Hand on her throat.

'Oh my god.'

Burning and heavy weight on top of her, crushing her, yet so carefully held to not truly hurt her with it's weight.

'Fuck.'

Cords of muscle holding that weight, pressed against her. Grunts of pleasure... words too, her mind starting to pick them up.

"Good fucking slut, even tighter than the blonde... I can't believe you cum even easier than her, she was already fucked stupid easier than any whore I've ever seen."

'Is that... me?' Dim recognition lit, and with it she smelt the stench of sex, so familiar, ever-present in her life. Masculine musk drowning her.

"You are a worthless fucking whore just like everyone else, a slut desperate to be used. I'm going to fuck your brains out and fill them with cock and sex, that's all you'll ever need to fucking think about, you brainless whore."

The degradation lit fire inside her, turning her on, and with it finally Ashley became aware of the burning, thick violation stretching her out and filling every inch she'd ever explored, and more.

Rick watched her blank blue eyes suddenly dilate as the slut's spine arched backwards with so much force it actually lifted his upper body off the bed.

She silently screamed, no air for her throat to use, and shuddered in ecstacy yet again, a near constant vibration since the 2nd thrust now turned up even higher. Rick swore as she grew so tight it hurt him, like his cock was going to be torn off, and then it rippled in a way that nearly made him cum right then and there.

"Holy shit!" He gasped, thankful this hadn't suddenly become his quickest shot ever, and stayed still as the young woman's pussy milked his cock harder than any he had before.

Finally, after a time that was surely longer than 5 seconds, but could very well have been eternity, her body collapsed back to the bed. Drool flew from her mouth while she soaked his pubic region in her pussy juices, squirting around his cock. and onto him lower abs, and painting his thighs as well.

"Uhhh... fuuuuuuuck..." a mixture of a groan, a moan, and just reflexive words came from Ashley's lips while she shuddered against the mattress, pulling the cock even deeper into her folds.

"Fuck that was so good... let me see you break even more." Her eyes widened slightly, a yelp already forming as the hand once at her throat now grabbed a fistful of her hair, "Hey wa-AAAAAAIT! Ohhhhhh... FUCK! OH GOD OHFUCKME GODFUCKING HOLYSHIT I'MGONNADIEI'MCUMMING FUCKMEFUCKMEI'MCUMMINGICAN'TSTOPFUCKPLEASE- AAIIIIIIIIIIIIH!"

Rick relished in her screams this time as he pulled her head up by the hair and began pounding into her from behind. Her flesh rippled with each impact, the waves of force passing through her perfect ass and into her hips. Already her ass cheeks were bright red where his body had been hitting against them, and above that one red handprint stood out from just the single slap he had given.

One hand in her hair, another on her waist he lifted her onto her elbows and knees, her hands yanking the bedsheet back with them and twisting it as they fluttered open and closed, clawing helplessly.

Ashley was in both heaven and hell, pleasure and pain lifting her until white noise consumed her. Even as she came, one orgasm simply being devoured by the next rather than stop, pleasure became its own kind of torture. Her body was desperate for more air even as her breath kept being pushed out of her lungs, for example.

"IMCUMMINGIMCUMMINGIMCUMMING-"

Ashley suddenly went quiet, her voice cutting out, and all Rick could hear was mumbled and slurred "Am 'gumming, am 'gumming, am 'gumming, am 'gumming-"

He gave a short laugh in amusement at her inability to even declare her own pleasure properly, the movement of his laugh causing her to let out a shriek at the change in the rhythm before returning back to the mumbled mantra.

"You are a fucking freak of nature you know that? Born and bred to be the perfect slut, god I'm definitely coming back for seconds to this place."

That was the last straw she could take, the degradation and objectification of her as if she were food tipping her over the edge.

Her back spasmed, her head thrown back even further than his hold in her hair had bent it, and her eyes rolled up, perfectly meeting Rick's while her pussy squirted all over his cock again. Once more she powerfully milked him, and this time he couldn't resist it.

Her mind truly went white when she felt the warmth of his seed fill her belly.

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Ashley came back to consciousness, blessed cool air kissing her hot and sweaty skin as someone roughly yanked off her sweatshirt up to her face and tore off her bra a second later.

Her pants were gone, and she couldn't see, her face inside her own shirt. Before she could navigate her own clothes or realize what was still happening she felt those big, rough hands on her thighs, spreading them apart, and she felt heat leaking out from her slit as suddenly the memory of a cock inside her, pulsing inside her, came back.

She only got to take a deep breath in before it was back again, shoving the leaking cum back up to her cervix. When her back arched this time it lifted her breasts up, as if offering them, and Rick gladly obliged.