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Owning My Friend's Mom: EP8

Still holding tight to her hair and twisting her face up to his, he continued on. "You can pretend to be all prim and

proper, but when push comes to shove, you like to be treated like a filthy little whore. Just like those women in

the stories you were reading." Greg could see his words were really starting to have an effect on her, as tears of

shbegan to start falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Still don't believe me? OK, with your right hand stick two fingers in your pussy," he ordered, still not releasing

his hold on her hair.

As she hesitatingly brought her right hand around the front of her body and reached for her newly shaved pussy,

she knew what she was going to find before she even touched it. She could smell her sex from where she knelt,

and, just as it had been when she was shaving it, her pussy was intensely aroused and was dripping juices onto

the floor beneath her. She tentatively touched her pussy and instantly felt the unbelievable amount of wetness

there. "Go ahead and bury your two fingers into your pussy." After watching her push her two fingers into her

cunt, until only the knuckles were visible, Greg ordered "now take them out and hold them up in front of your

face."

With her face a deep crimson red, she removed her fingers and held them in front of her. It was immediately

obvious that they were covered in her pussy juices. Her body was responding to the situation, no matter how

hard she tried to hide it. "Now you see? You're obviously very aroused. So, let's recap what it took to get you to

that state. While your daughter was still here in this house, you willingly stripped naked for me, right here in the

kitchen, knowing that she could walk in at any minute. Then, with hardly any resistance at all, you again strip

naked forhere in the kitchen, after your daughter had left, but knowing that she could walk back in that door

at any minute, and willingly offeredyour tits, so that | could beat them with a spoon. You then letbeat

them mercilessly, with no resistance what-so-ever. Then you knelt beforeand began to suck on my cock."

Taking a breath, Greg continues. "Now throughout all of that, did anyone touch you in a sexual manner? Did

anyone stroke your clit or fondle your tits?"

Tears streaming from her eyes now; all she could muster was a small head shake to his very pointed questions.

"And yet, you're dripping like a bitch in heat. All I've done was to humiliate you and cause you pain, and you're

getting turned on by it. Face it; you're just like those dirty little whores in your stories. You get turned on by the

humiliation and abuse." Greg could see the war being raged behind her eyes as her thinking brain was trying to

reconcile the strange emotions coursing through her body. With a shudder, her shoulders slumped, and Greg

could see the resignation there, as she quietly agreed with what he was saying.

"Now let's try that blowjob thing again, and let's see if we can get it right this time." Releasing her hair, Greg

waited for her first move.

After only a slight hesitation, she placed her right hand behind her back again and clasped it with the left. Then,

nudging forward, she once again took the head of his cock into her mouth and began working its length in. She

was about to do something she'd never done before, and Greg could see she was both scared and turned on.

With each head thrust down, she worked more and more of his cock in, until he finally felt it bump the back of

her throat. She immediately began to gag from the contact and began to pull out.

Grabbing her hair again, Greg stopped her from pulling his cock completely from her mouth. "Remember, my

little whore, the cock stays in your mouth. | don't give a shit whether you're starting to gag or not. I'm not here

for your entertainment or amusement. As my filthy whore, you have a job to do. Now keep sucking." And with

that, he pushed her head hard onto his cock, until it was once again pressing on the back of her throat. Of

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course, she immediately began to gag again, but with his hand holding the back of her head, she was unable to

pull out. Greg held it there for a bit, letting her adjust to having a cock pressing against the back of her throat.

Once the gagging subsided, Greg coaxed her again. "OK, it's now tto start working that cock down the

throat. | want to see the entire length buried in your throat."

Greg could feel her starting to panic beneath me, so he gently eased off on the pressure in her throat, giving her

a chance to relax a little. Then without warning, Greg thrust hard back into her mouth, this tpushing past the

barrier at the back of her throat, and lodging an inch or two into her throat. She instantly began gagging around

his cock, since he held her head in place for several seconds before pulling out of her throat, allowing her to

breathe around his cock once

more.

"That's a good little whore Mrs. C. You see, you were able to get a cock down your throat. Now, let's try that

again."

Pushing on the back of her head again, more slowly this time, Greg once more forced the head of his cock past

the barrier in the back of her throat, and sank several inches of it into her throat, before stopping once again.

Holding her head in place with both hands, he enjoyed the sensations rippling up from his cock, while her throat

alternately pulsed and gripped his cock, as she struggled with the gag reflex. Feeling her squirm beneath him,

and knowing that her very breath depended on his whim was an awe-inspiring feeling of power and dominance.

It was a feeling Greg knew he would cto enjoy, and, perhaps, even crave in the weeks to come.

Greg pulled out of her throat once more and allowed her a few moments to catch her breath around his cock.

Despite the panic she must have been feeling, Mrs. C. maintained her position on the floor with her hands firmly

clasped behind her back. Greg began to coo soft words of encouragement to her as he stroked her hair with one

hand.

"That's a good whore. You're doing very well. It's feeling great. Now let's keep working more of that cock into

your throat. | want to see all 8 inches of it, buried in your mouth."

With a gentle nudge on the back of

her head, she began to work its

length back into her mouth. This

time, he let her do it herself. When it

reached the back of he mou, she

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plishirig hard until it, once again,

slipped past and slid into her throat.

This time, without any force from

Greg, she allowed several more

inches into her throat, and began to

piston her head back and forth

sliding his length in and out of throat.

The gagging still occurred but she

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She continued this for a while,

stopping periodically to catch her

breath around his cock, before

resuming her ministrat Ons IQ

cock. By {hs tine Bred ould feel his

oFgdsrm building, Mrs. C. was an

awful mess. From her repeated

gagging, her face, and chest were

covered in her own saliva, long

strands of it hanging from her chin.

But despite this, she continued to

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Grabbing a handful of hair at the

back of her head, Greg began to

piston forcefully into her throat,

increasing the pace with each thrust,

as the orgasm quickly built within

him. Within a few seco ds higcook

was pragieaily abi 9 he

hemiered away at her throat. With

one final thrust, Greg buried the

entire length of his cock into her

throat and mouth, and let loose a

torrent of cum straight down her

throat and into her stomach. Mrs. C.

Began to thrash underneath him, as

she, literally, choked on his semen

and cock. As Greg felt the last few

spurts exit his cock, he slowly

withdrew from her mouth, and

allowed her to hack and cough, as

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