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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."


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