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🕑 Added 2021-10-02 17:00:04 +0000 UTCWhen they got back to Courtney’s, the blonde was still practically drunk on what had happened—the euphoria of being back with Yolanda, how good it had felt to sub for her, and the anticipation of going to her room and letting Yolanda take her ass hard. Not to mention all the shopping!
Courtney dropped her bags on the steps, waiting to be put away later, and flaunted herself to Yolanda. The Latina obliged her enthusiastically, going to Courtney and grabbing her by the hair before giving her a domineering kiss that served to reassure Courtney she’d be on the bottom again, getting her ass filled just like it’d always been meant to, by her strong, masterful, lovely… whatever Yolanda was. Girlfriend, Courtney supposed. Girlfriend and so much more.
Barbara cleared her throat. “I take it this is your dom?”
Courtney pulled away from Yolanda’s lips with an audible slup, though Yolanda kept a hold on her, keeping her from taking her body too far away. “Oh my God, Mom! You can’t just say something like that… this is Yolanda Montez. We’ve… well, you know about us. And I’ve told her about us…”
Barbara crossed her arms, eyeing Yolanda inscrutably as she came out of the kitchen and gave them both the one over. “Oh? And Yolanda, you don’t see a problem with what my daughter and I do?”
Yolanda sputtered. Her grip on Courtney loosened. “I suppose it’s. Ah. Unconventional. But there’s been way weirder stuff in Blue Valley, so if it works for you… well, who am I to judge? But I know when Courtney’s happy. That’s all I care about.”
“Is it?” Barbara asked, her hands crawling up her biceps, tightening the fold of her crossed arms. “And Courtney, Yolanda makes you happy? You want to sub for her? Get ass-fucked by her?”
“Jesus, Mom…” Courtney gasped. “Yes, okay? Yes, I do. She’s really good at it.”
“How much do you want to sub for her?” Barbara persisted.
A gooey grin filled up Courtney’s pretty face, beaming at Yolanda all moon-eyed. “So, so much…”
Barbara’s gaze racked over to Yolanda. “Do you hear that, Yolanda? You see how much my daughter is… ‘gone’ on you, they used to call it in my day…”
So far, Yolanda hadn’t found Barbara’s interrogation truly uncomfortable. It wasn’t a day at the beach, for sure, but knowing that Barbara Whitmore was just as guilty as her of pumping Courtney’s succulent ass, it put them on almost equal footing. Now, though, she felt something deeper to Barbara’s words… something more intense in the air than just the fact that she, that both of them, sodomized lovely little Courtney.
“I try really hard to… y’know… take care of her. Her needs. She appreciates it.”
Barbara’s eyebrows bobbed. “She does more than that. She’s practically addicted to you. And she is just so damn submissive.”
Barbara walked over to the two of them, reaching out to run her hand through Courtney’s hair. Courtney preened, simpering a little, and Yolanda felt a pulse of arousal go through her. She was still halfway embracing Courtney and here Barbara was, practically feeling her up while Yolanda still… owned her. It reminded Yolanda of what had happened with Cindy, and her mother, how Courtney had been more submissive than ever with more than one person dominating her.
Cielo santo, I bet she’d let both of us strap-on her ass at the same time… she wouldn’t even question it…
Barbara seemed to be taking her own pleasure in Courtney’s servility. She breathed it in, then turned to Yolanda, eyeing her hard. “I wonder if you appreciate just how much of a bottom Courtney is. Look at her. She’d do anything for you.”
“Mom, geez, you make it sound like I’m her slave or something—“
“Quiet, Courtney,” Barbara snapped.
Courtney’s cheeks reddened. “Yes, Mommy.”
“She’s not even a slave,” Barbara continued to Yolanda. “She’s more like a pet. Do you have a pet, Yolanda?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then I don’t think you understand what a responsibility it is. You can’t just use her until you come and then toss her aside like yesterday’s panties.”
“Moooom,” Courtney groaned, eyes hooded, nostrils flaring, sounding like she actually might enjoy that.
“You have to keep in mind her needs. Her satisfaction. Anyone can just fuck her and forget about her. This little ass-fuck bitch would even get off on it. But she’s still my little girl and she’s not just going to settle for being your cock holster. I want her to have the best mistress she can. Someone who will really take care of her.”
“I do take care of her,” Yolanda assured Barbara. “She’s more than just a sub to me.”
“We’ll see. My Courtney is a very smart girl, but she can also make very bad choices. So if I’m going to trust you to date her, I’m going to need to be sure you appreciate just how addicted this little cunt is to coming and coming hard.”
“Mommy,” Courtney whined, sounding as annoyed as she was aroused.
Barbara’s hand swept down out of Courtney’s hair to tap her smartly on the cheek with a smack of flesh impacting flesh. Even with the little movement she’d made, it was an audible slap. Courtney moaned with how turned on she was.
“Believe me, Court, I appreciate how you want to be nothing more than Yolanda’s anal bitch. I’m sure, for a sub as big as you, that you can’t imagine anything better.”
“That’s not true!” Courtney protested, rubbing her cheek in pain while also biting her lip with submissive arousal. “I love being a superhero… Yolanda, Wildcat, she’s my partner. So this is like strengthening our bond…”
“Then you won’t mind proving your bond?” She put her arms around Courtney’s waist. “Tell me, baby, in all your fun and games with Yolanda, have you ever been whipped?”
Courtney’s eyes widened in fright. “What? No…”
“I want to whip you.”
Courtney’s face fell, her head turning quickly from side to side. “Please… no…”
But Barbara wouldn’t have that. She petted Courtney’s hair, as if reassuring her to get through the pain she herself would be causing her daughter. “For every time you let me whip you, I’m going to let you spend one hour a week with Yolanda. And Yolanda, you’re going to watch. I want you to see just how much Courtney is willing to submit. Maybe then you’ll appreciate how you can’t just take her for granted.”
She took Courtney by the hand and led her down to the basement. Despite Courtney’s reluctance, she went with Barbara, and Yolanda trailed after them.
Yolanda knew this was what she had to do to share Courtney with her mother, even if she hated the thought of Courtney being in pain—at least, a part of her did. Another part wondered why she couldn’t be the one to whip Courtney…
Downstairs, Barbara brought Courtney to a set of ankle cuffs set into the concrete floor, eighteen inches apart. Above them, leather cuffs dangled from the ceiling.
“Something I had Pat put in,” Barbara explained. “I told him that we might need to hold some supervillain prisoner. But honestly, I think teaching little Courtney some respect might be even more important.”
Courtney was virtually spineless in her submission, allowing Barbara to lock the cuffs on her, to bind her legs and hold her hands above her head.
“Pull her dress down,” Barbara told Yolanda, referring to the strapless knee-length dress Courtney had worn home from the mall, unwilling to take it off when she looked so good in it. “I want to see those tits as much as you do.”
Yolanda reluctantly nodded, wondering if this meant she was bottoming for Barbara herself.
She couldn’t be, not after how she’d dominated Courtney so thoroughly—but Yolanda also knew that Barbara controlled Courtney, controlled her access to Courtney, which gave her a hell of a leg-up on any competition Yolanda could pose.
Yolanda couldn’t forbid Courtney from seeing Barbara… it was an obvious impossibility… while Barbara could easily prevent Courtney and Yolanda from dating. So Yolanda had to go along with Barbara.
“Yolanda,” Courtney said haltingly as her girlfriend approached her. “You don’t mind, do you? She really wants what’s best for me… you won’t judge me if I, if it’s… I mean, being whipped, it doesn’t sound too bad… not much worse than being ass-fucked. And I really like it when you ass-fuck me…”
“Gag her,” Barbara interrupted. “She talks too much.”
She pointed to a tackle box on the lowest rung of a storage rack—Yolanda guessed Pat didn’t go fishing much. The Latina went to it, opened it up, and the first thing she saw was a nice thick red ball-gag… lovely to see.
“Bring me the cat o' nine tails too,” Barbara ordered. Yolanda obeyed. “Good girl. I know Courtney can’t be anything but a bottom, but you can do a lot more than top, can’t you?”
Yolanda blushed. There’d been times, in the foursome with Cindy and her mother, where she’d kinda enjoyed… but she was Courtney’s girlfriend and Courtney’s top. She didn’t care what she was to Barbara, how they might relate or whatever. She was only doing this so that Barbara could make her point. Once they’d established how many hours Yolanda got to spend with Courtney, sodomizing her and being her dom, then that would be the end of it.
Yolanda went back to Courtney and pushed her fingers into the hollows of her cheeks, making her open her mouth. Once she had, Yolanda pushed the gag all the way in. She could’ve just asked Courtney to open, but for some reason, she wanted to force it on Courtney, wanted to dominate her without even the possibility of refusing. She could see in Courtney’s eyes that she didn’t mind; far from it. Yolanda buckled the leather straps behind her head, leaving her deliciously gagged.
“Maybe you wouldn’t make a good sub,” Barbara said to Yolanda, making her head swim—she wasn’t sure if she was feeling pride or disappointment. “I told you to pull her dress down too, remember? Would you let Courtney get away with just forgetting your instructions, ‘Mistress’?”
Teeth clenched and growling inwardly, Yolanda quickly pushed down Courtney’s strapless dress.
Courtney moved about uneasily in what little range of motion her bindings left open to her. She couldn’t believe what Yolanda was doing to her… that Yolanda was taking orders from her mother… and now her dress was down around her waist and her pert little tits were exposed.
Both Barbara and Yolanda were… were perving on her. Sharing her, in a way, even if Barbara was the one who was her dom right now and Yolanda was just… there. Courtney wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Barbara was her mommy, her sexy mommy, but she’d just kinda gotten used to thinking of Yolanda as her girlfriend. And now they were both… or really, she was both of theirs. Courtney didn’t know what that made them to her. She wondered if either of them knew.
Barbara walked over to Courtney, standing directly in front of her, too close for Courtney to look away. Then, without a word, she stroked her daughter’s breasts… touched them as lovingly as anyone could ask for… treated them as deliciously as they looked… running her fingers over Courtney’s thrusting nipples to see to it that the efforts of her skilled fingers were working.
Soon, Courtney’s sullen silence was replaced with whimpers of lust and enjoyment. Her blonde head moved from side to side, trailing her hair behind it. Her breasts were sensitive, exquisitely sensitive to Barbara’s touch. She was going crazy with being caressed. And the way her small breasts heaved, her nipples swollen, Yolanda could see how much she loved it.
“Ohhhh!” Courtney moaned, her body on fire.
“You like it, don’t you?” Barbara asked.
“Yes!”
“You want more?”
“Mmmmm… yes…”
“You want me to whip you?”
Courtney’s eyes blinked open before her pleasure washed over her again. She was so turned on, her lips parted—she’d almost automatically answered in the affirmative. “Oh God,” she gasped, realizing how aroused she was, and with Yolanda watching too. She hoped her girlfriend didn’t think she liked her mommy more than her. It was just that Barbara was so, so good…
“Tell me,” Barbara insisted.
“Hnnngh!”
“Tell me or I’ll stop!” her mother snapped.
“Yes. Yes! Whip me, please, whip me!”
Yolanda bit her lip, completely in awe of Barbara. She’d dominated Courtney, gotten her to beg for the worst kind of pain, simply by playing with her breasts. And now she was going to whip her and Yolanda was going to watch.
Barbara lifted the hem of Courtney’s dress, pulling it up over her garters and then up over her round little ass. Courtney didn’t wear any panties. They were in Yolanda’s pocket.
Barbara walked around Courtney, put a warm hand on her ass and squeezed, her slender fingers sinking into the plump softness of Courtney’s backside. Yolanda almost whimpered. She would never understand how such a petite girl could have such a big, succulent ass on her.
“Are you ready, baby?” Barbara asked.
“Yes!” Courtney sobbed.
Now Yolanda really bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood before she stopped. She could see tears running down Courtney’s face as Barbara rested her cat against the blonde’s ass, letting her think about it, making her wonder if she was truly ready to be whipped. Then she held it just a few inches away from Courtney’s ass, poised, waiting until she was ready to bring it down on her daughter as hard as she wanted.
Comments
Be_Be
Fantastic!! 👍👍
kopis117 .
Coolz👍
JLA
I will second this motion.
kopis117 .
I wish I could give this more than one ❤️. Like 5 or something
