Message-ID: <37737asstr$1028722202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <cinque_manson@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020807050824.9725.qmail@web20809.mail.yahoo.com> From: Rufus Thomas <cinque_manson@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2002 22:08:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Vickie's Mom Chapter 7 (FFFFFm Femdom, oral, feet, cons) Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 08:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37737> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge Cinque Manson Stories http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cinque_Manson/www/ Vickie's Mom Chapter 7 by Cinque Manson "Teacher's Toy" Nora Handly whisked me to her hotel that very night, or I should say morning, because it was several hours after midnight when we clambered into her Mercedes. After I had paid homage to their bodies with my mouth, my three mistresses, Vickie, Joanie, and Nora had dismissed me, and had spent the rest of the evening toying with Sandy, who as I left the amber lit room was still manacled on the diningroom table. I climbed up to the attic and lay on my mattress, staring out my window at the cloudless starry summer sky. I must have dozed off. I awoke when Sandy pulled the cord on the bare lightbulb that illuminated my room. She was aglow with a deep flush, in her obscene leather outfit. She looked at me and said, "Time to go, Bobby. Nora's leaving and she's takin' you with her." I asked, "Are you OK?" "A little sore. But, actually, I feel really, really great." I got up from my bed, naked, and we hugged, psychic siblings, at least under Joanie's roof. Her pointy nipples grazed mine, and our hairless pubes bumped and rubbed together. We soul kissed, more affectionate than erotic. Sandy said, "Nora wants you hard when you come downstairs." "These women are going to kill me." "Nobody ever died from a stiff dick, Bobby;" she replied, squeezing my balls with her hand. She turned and walked to the bureau. She returned to me and said, "You'd better sit down. She wants me to put this thing on you, and I don't think I can do it standing up." She held out another tangle of leather and snaps. I sat on the straight back wooden chair, and Sandy sat at my feet, resting her arms on my knees. She brushed her nearly white blond hair, streaked with sweat, back from her face, and looked at the pile of confusing black leather she held. Her pretty face was pinched in a look of puzzled intensity as she brought the device to my cock. She wrapped one strap around the base of my cock and balls and snapped it secure. She said, "I wish this had some sort of instructions with it." She enclosed a wide leather band around my testicles, and struggled to close it. My balls oozed away from the pressure, but finally, she pinched them into the narrow channel created by the band. The device held my balls two inches away from my body in a tight tunnel of leather, and they bulged out the end, turning purple. There was one last strap, and Sandy brought it up between my distended nutsack, separating my balls and tightly popped the snap. My teendick jumped when I involuntarily tightened my ass muscles. Sandy said, "Wow." She leaned a little closer to my loins. She pursed her lips and blew on my twisted cock, and it responded by rising and bloating in its restraining black leather straps. She said, "I'll remember that afternoon as long as I live, Bobby. The day you made me cum for the first time, I mean." I reached complete erection just looking down at the ripe eighteen year old watching as my dick slowly pulsed itself full. I said, "I can't wait to get back, and I haven't even left yet." "Well, you'd better go, Nora's waiting." Nora, Joanie, and my girlfriend Vickie were lounging on pillows in the floor of the den. Vickie had on her signature black silk kimono, perhaps the one I had dropped in the diningroom. Joanie was nude, idly rubbing the top edge of her hand on a thigh, she said, "Well, slutboy, how do you like Nora's present", and she pointed a lazy finger at my groin. "It does wonders for your little dickie." Nora was fully dressed, in the full length blue shirt dress. She regarded me inscrutably, one finger crooked under her chin. At last she said, "All right, Bobby, let's go." Joanie and Vickie stood up, and Vickie held me in her arms and gave me a peck on the cheek. She said, "I'll miss you, Bobby, I love you." Joanie draped one of her estranged husband's discarded Burberry raincoats over my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Pay attention, slutboy, Nora is the best teacher you could ever hope for. Learn from her, please her, and when you get back I'll throw you a special dinner." And so we drove across town to Nora's hotel. On the way, Nora explained the nature of her business, and what she was doing in town. "I run a consulting firm that specializes in assertiveness training for women. I combine the latest theories of the self-help movement, feminist scholarship, and my personal experiences." Her hand snaked between my legs and she grabbed the knob of my stiff cock like a gear shift. She continued her monologue. "I was a Mistress for hire for decades, in the UK, in France, all over the Continent, really, and I had a very exclusive clientele, judges, government ministers. I made a lot, a lot of money." She rubbed me as she drove with one hand. "But I grew tired of the daily wear and tear. A few years ago I became aware of the growing feminist movement, and was delighted at their observations, although I disagreed with their conclusions." Her hand was driving me wild and I tried not to squirm under her onslaught. "With the advent of groups like EST, all the pieces fit into place for me. I started small, a few wives of my old clients, and found a very receptive audience. So, now I travel all over the world, giving talks and demonstrations to wealthy housewives and their daughters, actually just awakening in them the power they already have, but have surrendered to their dull, dull men." We pulled into the parking garage of her hotel. We climbed up the back stairs, through the quiet carpeted hallway, and surreptitiously into her suite. Nora Handle's hotel suite was huge, sumptuous, but I was too tired to appreciate it. Nora led me to a divan and said, "Its been a long day, Bobby, and I must rise early for my morning seminar. Sleep, rest, and we'll start your sessions tomorrow at lunch." I lay down, my teen age cock trapped still strapped in the leather device. Nora went into the other room, and came back with some padded leather cuffs, which she placed around my ankles and wrists. She took a stainless steel chain and wove it around the leg of the divan. She stood back a little, and said, "There, now you're ready for bed." She walked away and into her bedroom. She left the door open and I lay, chained to the divan, my eyes hungrily watching as she disrobed. She looked back at me, shook her head, and turned off her light. I woke to the sound of a door closing and the smell of Nora, freshly showered and perfumed. She stood in the center of the room holding a room service tray. She wore a smartly tailored navy blue light weight wool suit, matching high heels, and fire engine red hose. She said, "Rise and shine, Bobby. My seminar starts in fifteen minutes and I've got just enough time to inhale a piece of toast." She walked over to my divan and undid the straps on my ankles. She rearranged the straps on my wrists so they were held in place behind my back. My cock, still engorged, was an angry deep shade of purple. It ached, but truth be told, it was numbed. It was bigger than I'd ever seen it before. Every vein stood in high relief along its length, and the head seemed so shiny I fantasized I could see Nora's reflection in it. My balls poked out of the end of the tube created by the wide leather band. They were more than sensitive, they ached like an abscessed tooth. Nora Handly crouched down and took me by the boycock. She bent me down, inspecting the device, and said, "Uh, that dumb bimbo Sandy wrapped you much too tightly." She unsnapped the gizmo. Blood coursed through my privates like a dam had burst. I got even more engorged. Nora stood, and pushed me back on the divan. She straddled my thighs and raised the hem of her skirt, up, up past her hips. The red stockings were pantyhose, but the crotch had been opened and stitched into an opening that framed her glorious mature sex like the frame on a classic painting. She said, "Remember this, slutboy?" "Yeyeyes, ma'am", I stammered, as she slid forward on my legs. Nora took the purple shaft of my dick in her hand and rubbed me against the fine pantyhose mesh encasing her inner thigh. My penis, held over night in the restraining device, then suddenly freed, was tingling with needles and pins. The fabric of Nora's pantyhose scraped the underside of my teenprick like sandpaper. I involuntarily sobbed, catching my breath. Nora looked up from the purple monstrosity stroking her leg and turned her stern attention to my face. She said, "Excuse me. You're here for my pleasure, Bobby, kindly keep your comments to yourself." She rasped me a little harder, and closer to her copper colored bush. "You must be very sensitive now, huh, well, how's this?" She rubbed the violet bulb of my tingling prick against the wire of her pubic hair. My ass clenched and unclenched as I struggled in mute desperation not to scream. Nora said, "I think I know what will soothe your poor little dick." She lifted herself and inserted me in between her labial flaps. She lowered herself, tensing her thighs, slowly, slowly, devouring my overloaded teendick millimeter by millimeter. She sat, finally, with her knees on the divan behind me and her huge globular ass on my thighs. Her cunt, surrounding me, was pleasant and soft, and I throbbed in her as she sat, stock still. She manipulated her vaginal muscles and gripped me in a slippery vice. I was just this side of an incredible release, when, with no warning, she jumped to her feet. She pressed her skirt in place, patted her sun-kissed wedge cut hair, and gave me a quick glance. She said, "Don't even think about playing with yourself when I'm gone, boy, I'm going to need every drop of sperm you can muster later today." She grabbed her handbag, tucked it under her arm, and marched purposefully to the door. She said, "I'll be back at twelve-thirty. I'll be with some clients, so please put on your best manners. Breakfast is on the table, help yourself. And try and so something about that hang-dog look, its depressing." Slam! She was gone. I spent the morning bumping around the suite, trying to do all the things we take for granted when we're not cuffed. I ate like an animal, jamming my face into the plate on the coffee table. I managed to smear scrambled eggs over most of me. I loped to the bathroom, turning around to open the doorknob, and was faced with a duel dilemma. My hardon raged, and though I knew from experience I could force a burning piss through it, I could not aim it without the use of my hands. And I felt I could piss gallons. I stood looking at myself in the vanity mirror. Short blond hair, parted to one side, slightly ruffled. Blue eyes, with a haunted look in them. Wide shoulder and semi-buffed muscles, from years of doing yardwork for the neighborhood biddies. A dick that did not look my own, sticking out of my bald fifteen year old groin, an inch or two longer than I'd ever seen it. I looked obscene, and the sight of myself so aroused served to arouse me even more. This was not the answer to my problem! I left the bathroom. I turned on the TV, awkwardly twisting the channel dial until I found Big Bird and the rest of the gang on Sesame Street. I sat and watched with jaded eyes, until the inane patter about the alphabet spoken by fuzzy little puppets forced every erotic thought out of my boiling brain. I detumesced, as Kermit the Frog bobbed back and forth on the screen. I jumped into the shower and flicked the nozzle up, inundating myself with a warm cleansing spray, then joined the torrent with my own, pissing and groaning in pleasure. I opened a window and let the rising heat of the summer morning dry me off with breezy blasts. The door opened. Nora came in as she had left, business- like and crisp. She was alone. She stepped over to my chair in three long strides. She said, "We're having visitors, Bobby. These are clients who pay extra for demonstrative exhibitions of some of the theories I present in my lectures. Now, you don't need to do anything other than what you've been doing." She took my chin in her hand and held my head up. Her amber eyes were soft as she spoke, "You're a natural, slutboy, it usually takes years to develop the slavishness you have shown me in one night. Keep it up! I know you're going to like this..." There was a knock at the door, and Nora turned my chair so I faced it. In the dulcet tones of a seasoned showman she said, "Come in, ladies!" And they did. Four women entered the suite, quickly closing the door behind them, and stood looking at me sitting in the chair, my arms handcuffed behind my back. They were; a dark haired woman, small, yet buxom, in her late thirties or early forties, a girl who must have been her daughter, who looked like a photograph of her twenty years previous, a tony blond, forty- something, in a white tennis skirt and T-shirt, and lastly, my freshman English teacher, Miss Tingley! "Hello, Bobby", Miss Tingley said with a sly smile. "Please do not speak to him just yet," Nora said. "Please help yourself to refreshments, sit and make yourselves comfortable." Nora put a hand in my armpit and dragged me off the chair, and walked me into the bedroom. She pushed me on the bed, spread my legs, and placed the leather restraining device back on m genitals. She said, "This thing has several snaps, and we don't need to make it quite so tight this morning." With a loud snap she had me imprisoned once more. She continued, "I don't know how you know that woman out there, and frankly, I don't care. But for right now you must not act any differently towards her than you do my other clients. Understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Good. Now just follow direction and you'll do fine." She must have performance anxiety, I thought to myself, because she didn't seem to be actually addressing herself to me. She put the dog collar around my neck, and led me back into the sitting room by my leash. The women gasped when they saw me being led into the room by Nora, towering over me in her heels. My boydick, in its tight leather embrace, was swinging heavily, bouncing on my ball package, which was held out from my groin by the wide strap of the restraining device. Miss Tingley whistled a soft note ofawe. Nora stopped me in front of the group, which sat in a semicircle on the divan, except for Miss Tingley, who sat in an armless chair to one side. Nora said, "Welcome. You've listened to me talk all morning, and have graciously chosen to partake of a demonstration of my philosophy of feminine power. This," she pointed to me, "is my slutboy, my body slave. He was loaned to me by a very old, dear friend, who discovered him through her daughter. As you can see, he's very docile, and participates willingly. Get on your knees, slutboy." I did. Nora pulled a chair up and sat in it. She told me to face her, then crossed her legs at the knee and dangled her high heel from her enormous foot. She said, "Any man will do this, if the presentation is done correctly. Slutboy, come closer and smell my feet. I've been on them all morning, and they're very tired and sore." I lowered my nose to her foot. She smelled warm, a bit like cheese. I inhaled deeply. She said, "Yes, my feet are very tired. Slutboy, I think I'd like you to massage them with your mouth." She dropped the shoe off the end of her foot and I nuzzled against it. She rubbed it all over my face, the nylon of her pantyhose making a hissing sound. She retracted it slightly, until the line of her toes were sliding back and forth on my bottom lip. She said, "Wash my feet, boy, open wide and taste me." I opened and she inserted her foot deep into my mouth, stretching my lips wide. I managed to force my tongue from the top of my throat, and laved each of the rough nylon clad toes one after the other. My dick levitated to my belly. Nora said, "Note his arousal. The simple debasing act of kissing my foot causes a significant erectile event." I moved my eyes around the room and watched the women bending down to note my significant erectile event. They nodded approvingly. The teenage girl, the dark hair woman's look-a-like daughter, smirked and said, "Eeuuu, how gross." "Perhaps, but you can use this perversion to your advantage," said Nora. She pulled my head off her beautiful long foot with a tug of the leash. She said, "I'd like you all to try this, take off your shoes. Here, take the leash." The pampered looking blond was first, daintily taking the leash from Nora, and kicking of her espadrilles. She had size four delicate feet, with passionate pink nail polish. She wore no socks or stockings. She reclined on the divan and crossed her legs. Nora said, "Now, tell him what you want him to do. Don't equivocate, speak to him directly and firmly." The blond looked down at me, and said in a Brynn Mahr accent, "I want you to lick my feet, mister, right now.' She didn't sound very convincing, but I was dying to taste her petite little toes, so I dipped my head and started sucking. Her toes fit into my mouth handily, and I sucked each toe individually, licking in between with the tip of my tongue. She was ticklish, and giggled quietly. When I transferred my attention to the sole of her foot, washing with broad fat licks, she sighed, and I saw she had closed her eyes. I went back to her toes and did my favorite trick, taking her big toe in my mouth and sucking it in and out, giving her foot a blowjob. Shemoaned, "Oh, my. That's actually quite arousing." "Of course it is, but I think for now you should hand the leash over to Estelle," Nora advised, watching the scenario with her arms crossed under her breasts. Estelle had a friendly wide face framed by black curly hair. She and her daughter were both dressed in white cotton peasant dresses that showed off their tans. Estelle's full lips were set in a grin, and her face was slightly flushed. Her daughter sat next to her on the divan staring at my prick pulsing in its device. She asked, "Why's his thing in that thing?" "To keep him from cumming, Julie," said Estelle. "I caught your talk last year," Estelle continued, "and its worked wonders for my marriage. When I heard you were coming again I signed us up for Julie's sake" "Oh, Mom." Estelle reached down and removed her sandal, and slipped Julie's sneaker off as well. She positioned herself so her foot and her daughter's were side by side. She said, "All right, slutboy, my daughter has never had her foot kissed by a man, I want you to work on both of us now." My mind reeled at the sight of the two feet together, side by side. Both tan, the mother's thin and narrow, Julie's rounder and more childlike. I sat to work lapping first one, then the other, trying to please the mother, who obviously loved having her toes munched by a fifteen year old stranger and the daughter, who was adjusting to the new experience by wiggling her toes inside my mouth. Julie said, "Mmmmm, that feels nasty." Estelle said, "You think that's nasty, baby, look at this," and Estelle reined my head under her dress, pushing it up to her trim stomach. The sexy forty year old was wearing plain white panties. I stared at the apex of her thighs as she spread her legs to expose the crotch panel of her panties to my gaze. She said, "Smell me, slutboy? Your toe-sucking makes me wet. And I can see it makes you hard. Lick my panties, you little pervert." I was in a turmoil of arousal. Estelle pulled me closer to her crotch, but just close enough that I could barely graze the damp crotch panel of her white cotton panties with the tip of my tongue. She said, "That's right, reach for it." I only got two swipes at her when she pulled me away. She handed her daughter Julie my leash. The rich blond at the end of the divan exclaimed, "Oh, my." Julie looked at me contemptuously. Anyone who acquiesced to her mother so easily was a worm. She tugged me back to her plump young foot and said, "Just lick that foot, don't even think about anything else, you ickey perv." She splayed her toes and pinched my nose with them, as I washed and kissed. Nora said, "That's good, Julie, don't let him get ideas you don't wish him to have. Set his limits for him and he'll do what you desire. Now, it's Barbara's turn." My English teacher, Barbara Tingley sat in the armless chair, hands in her lap, with a flushed face and an expression like a cat gets when he's eaten the proverbial canary. Julie reached over and casually handed the leash to her. She was wearing a green silk dress cut up the side, an Oriental cut, and her shoulder length auburn hair was pinned on the sides just above her ears. Her round milk chocolate eyes were agog, looking at me, her former star pupil, on my knees before her, my dick bobbing and weaving slightly in time to my heartbeat. I notice her nipples erect through her dress. She reached down and pulled off her green satin high heel. In the summer heat she wore no stockings. She spoke, "Well, Bobby, just look at you." She pointed a toe and lightly ran it down the side of my face, down my neck, and to my chest. She scooted forward in her chair, and her dress rose up her thighs. Her long legs were not tanned, and were very, very smooth. She curled her toes under and caught one of my nipples in them. She flexed her foot several time, and my nipple grew full. She dropped her foot to my lap, pushing my boy dick down, and kept sliding untl she reached the head, and when her foot fell off it, my cock sprang back up and hit my belly with a slap. She said, "That's nice, Bobby, bigger than most adult men. Is it for me?" "Yes, ma'am. its for you." She pressed up and forward, crushing my cock against my stomach. She said, "What's for me, Bobby, tell me what's for me." "My dick, Miss Tingley, my dick is hard for you." Her eyes glowed brightly. She pulled her foot back. She said to Nora, "Ooooh, that's nice. You're right, I feel remarkable." Nora pulled her chair over next to Miss Tingley's. She said, "Does it excite you to fondle this teenage boy with the your feet?" "Mmmm, yes, the hardness of it under my feet, at my mercy, its really uncanny." Nora lifted her shoeless foot under the bunched package of my nuts and scoured them with the rough weave of her pantyhose. She said, "Well, don't stop, then, feel your power over him totally!" Miss Tingley peeled her other shoe off, lifted her rear slightly off the chair, and pulled her dress up. She wore no underwear, her trim legs turned outwards and I stared at her crotch. Nora was agitating my distended, bulging nutsack with both feet, and I swiveled my hips in time to her ministrations. Miss Tingley placed a hand on either side of her elegant little snatch, and pulled it open and shut, winking it at me. She brought her feet up and captured my dancing boycock. My English teacher jacked me off with a foot on either side of my rocky prick, while Nora scourged my testicles with her nyloned toes. I felt someone move behind me, and then the trim blond in the tennis skirt came around and next to me. She stood for a moment with her hand on my shoulder, watching as the two women tormented my teen age dick with their feet, then unzipped her skirt at the side and stepped out of it. She followed that with her little bikini panties, and she buried a hand in her diminutive pussy. Estelle and Julie watched from the divan, and I noticed the mother with a hand working in her daughter's lap. The blond sat on her haunches, and frigged herself as she examined the four feet working on me. She asked Nora, "May I kiss that? He's so young, and I really want to suck his cock." Nora said, "Of course, if its your desire, you may do anything you please." Miss Tingley moved her feet down the length of my throbbing dick, making room for the blond. She took the tip of her tongue and stuck it in my peehole, and rapidly worked her tongue in it, while Nora and Miss Tingley resumed their combined masturbation. The blond, her hair pulled tightly on her small skull, moved down to the ridge of skin beneath the purple head of my cock and flicked her tongue there. She stopped, then resumed, then stopped. I gasped. Restraint or not, I was coming. The rich blond matron took the whole bulbous head of my dick in her mouth and washed it like I'd washed her toes. Nora reached down with her hand and unsnapped the strap of my device around the base of my penis, and I grew in response to the vacuum cleaner suck the blond was applying to me. She leaned back away from me, her hand busily flailing in her lap, howling out her cum. Miss Tingley took advantage of her absence on my peter by moving a foot up to that same ridge of skin the blond had flicked. She agitated her big toe beneath the head of my cock and I shuddered. Nora stood me up with a strong pull on my leash, choking me, and she drew me closer to Miss Tingley, who had followed my movements and continued to rub her feet all over my boydick. Nora said, "Cum for us, slutboy, cum all over your teacher's pussy." Miss Tingley spread her thighs a bit wider and I sprayed her with thick boyseed. My jizz landed on target, right in the open cunt of my English teacher. The blond kneeling on the floor next to her, groaned, and Nora's hand grasped my prick and pointed me at the blond's upturned face. I let loose with another spasm, throwing a line of my pearls into the blond's waiting mouth and down her pointy chin. Miss Tingley yanked me out of Nora's grasp, and planted her own red lipsticked mouth on me, leaning forward and deep throating me in a single thrust. I couldn't believe my eyes, it looked like an optical illusion as my dick had dissappeared in Miss Tingleys mouth. I cried out, and pumped seed over and over into my teachers gullet. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked me dry. Then, with her eyes closed, she withdrew, and my cock reemerged slowly from her lips, until, at last, a thread of my boycum draped from my peehole to her lips. She ran her tongue across her lips, and sucked the cum up like an errant noodle. Nora said, "Well, that went rather well. We have the spa reserved for the afternoon, and I think we could all do with a sauna." __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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