The Good Guy

It was a beautiful spring afternoon and Damien didn’t have a care in the world as he walked home from school. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky and his thoughts were on going for a swim in the old quarry pit on the other side of town when out of the corner of his eye he saw a middle-aged woman falling down on the steps in front of her house. He raced to her aid and while helping her to her feet asked, “Are you all right, ma’am, that was a nasty spill?”

I-I think so,” she replied obviously a bit shaken, “that was stupid of me, I’ve never done that before, but thank you for helping me up.”

“No problem,” Damien replied as he turned to leave, “I was happy to help.”

He was halfway down the front walk when she called out, “Say, would you like to step inside and have a glass of lemonade, I just made a pitcher full out of fresh lemons. He was a little dry, and after giving it a moment’s though nodded his head and answered, “Sure that would be nice.”

“Wow,” he said as they walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen, “this place is really fancy.”

“Why thank you, uh I never did get your name,” she replied, “I’m Mary and you’re…”

“Damien,” he shot back quickly, “I’m in my 4th year at OU, and I’ll be graduating in another month.”

“Well,” she said while pouring their drinks, “here’s to the future graduate.”

“Thanks,” Damien replied as he took a long drink of the ice-cold liquid, “mmmmm this sure tastes good.”

They drank for a minute or so in silence when all at once Damien began to feel a little light headed, he steadied himself on the counter and after staring at his drink, he slowly slipped to the floor and passed out cold.

The next thing he remembered was waking up with a spitting headache and the sensation of having his arms and legs being stretched hard in spread eagle fashion. He shook his head from side to side trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain, and when he finally was able to focus, he was stunned to find that he was in a dark basement and locked in a device that kept him immobile and completely vulnerable.

“What the hell’s going on here,” he thought to himself while trying to see if he was alone, “that woman, she did this to me!” He strained to free his arms from their restraint, but it was hopeless, he was captured and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He was just about to yell for help when into the room came a naked 250-pound woman crawling on all fours with a collar around her neck being led with a leash by the woman who called herself Mary.

“W-what are you going to do to me,” he asked fearfully while keeping his eyes on the poor girl sitting naked on the floor, “you can’t keep me here, I’ll call the police!”

“Oh, no,” she replied, “I’m so scared. Tell me Cutiepie, should I be afraid of this big tough guy?”

“No, ma’am,” she replied with her head down.

“Well, Damien,” she retorted, “Cutiepie here doesn’t seem to think I’m in much trouble, so now that I have you, what shall I do with you?”

Damien nervously eyed the older woman, and it was then that he noticed that she was wearing a black leather bra, leather panties, stockings and garter belt, and of course black high-healed shoes. Damien was contemplating her plans for him when she stunned him back to reality when she ordered Cutiepie, “Okay, my bitch, off with his clothes and be quick about it!”

Cutiepie moved with easy agility as she used a sharp pair of scissors to snip away every stitch of the young man’s clothing, causing his cock to thicken in front of the two strangers.

“My, my,” Mary said softly, “will you just look at that, our guest has a nice big hard-on, he must really like his accommodations, don’t you think so, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied with her head down, “he must like it very much.”

“So,” she pressed on, “what do you think we should do with it?”

“I think sucking it would be the best thing,” she replied.

“Hmmmmmm, that sounds like a fine idea. What do you think, Damien, would you like to get your dick sucked?”

His head was now spinning like a top as these two perverts discussed his organ and what to do with it, so in a very shaky voice he stammered, “D-don’t you dare touch me, I don’t want some dried up old hag sucking my cock!”

“Such a naughty mouth,” she admonished him, “but of course you’re right, I wouldn’t dream of sucking your worthless piece of garbage pecker, but I think Cutiepie would be interested in the prospect, am I right Cutiepie…how does that sound?

“That sounds wonderful, Mistress,” the twenty something woman answered with her head still bowed, “may I suck him now, please may I?”

The gravity of the situation was now just beginning to dawn on him. No one knew where he was, and worse yet, he was in the thrall of a woman who was about to use him in a way that he wasn’t sure he would enjoy. Cutiepie waited patiently for her Mistress to give her permission, and then with a mere nod of her head she unleashed her cocksucker slave upon his now very erect penis.

“No, please no,” he offered weakly, “stop her. Don’t let her do this to me!”

Mary merely laughed off his pleas and urged her fat bitch to empty Damien’s load into her hot, fat, and eager mouth. This was unbelievable, here he was getting his cock sucked by a hot-mouthed fat girl who was better at her craft than any woman he had ever had in his short life. Closer and closer, his climax inched, until finally he closed his eyes and just gave into his passion. His nut sack tightened in a precursor to his cum, but just as he was ready to blow, his nipples were seared by a burning sensation that caused him to bark in agony while his orgasm was temporarily put on hold.

“Ohhhhhhh, god,” he gasped, “w-what have you done to me, oh it hurts so bad! He opened his eyes just in time to see Mary finish hooking a pair of sharp-toothed alligator clips to his now bleeding nipples. “Y- you’re crazy,” he gasped as the pain and pleasure coiled together in a mishmash of agony and ecstasy, “ohhhhhhh fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh god, let me cum!”

The burning in his nipples seemed to be sending supercharged shots of electricity straight into his straining pecker, and as Mary sat back down on a chair and spread her legs wide apart, affording him a clear view of her smoothly shaved pussy, well it was just to much for the confused young man. His penis erupted in shower of cum that threatened to drown his cock-sucking lover in a gusher of hot burning love gravy.

After it was over, he slumped helplessly forward, and if it weren’t for his restraints, he would have come crashing to the floor. Cutiepie unhooked his shackles, and after half leading and dragging him over to her, she positioned the young man between Mary’s wide open thighs, whereupon she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth directly to her steaming pussy. He was by now on automatic pilot, so when he felt Cutiepie crawled under him he offered no resistance, and quickly spread Cutiepie’s thick pussy lips and rammed his cock deep into her awaiting pussy.

Within a matter of moments, all three of them were rocketing towards orgasms as Damien’s hot mouth worked over Mary’s drooling pussy and Cutiepie spread her legs wider for Damien to go even deeper. All three of them were rocked by orgasms that left them shaking like leaves in a hurricane as their spent organs throbbed from the mutually satisfying experience.

Later that evening, after giving him a hot shower, Mary sent him on his way, but Damien knew in his heart that nothing would ever be the same for him again, he had a new Mistress, and that’s all he needed to know.