Martha's Descent
Copyright© 2023 by Blue Dom
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Follow Martha as she gradually slides into submission under the hand of an old boyfriend. She has a husband and a daughter, but it doesn't matter. She just HAS to do it. ------- It's just a BDSM story but without the restraints. It's just a few chapters that will come out every other day.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including BDSM DomSub MaleDom
The next morning I awoke with a surprise. There was, as expected, a naked slave curled onto my right shoulder. Her leg was crossed over my leg and her pussy hair was tickling my right thigh. My right arm was comfortably resting on her dirty blonde mop of hair, as if pulling her toward me. Her free hand was softly caressing my balls.
The surprise came from my left. There was a tangle of platinum blonde hair adorning my chest and abdominal region. Somewhere under that mess of hair, was the head of a 13 ¾ year-old girl, resting on the left side of my chest. I could feel her leg resting on my left leg, and I could feel some soft of shorts pushing on my left hip. I could also feel her nylon sleep shirt under my left hand. She was resting a very warm hand on my belly.
Put it all together, combined with the lascivious thoughts that instantly ran through my mind, and my morning wood was fully hard.
I gently pushed the teenager’s hair aside and stroked her face. “Robin. Robin, wake up,” I said softly, but increasing in volume.
“Uhh. Oh, sorry, Uncle Bill. I just ... well, I woke up in the middle of the night and just couldn’t get back to sleep. So I crawled into bed here.”
“It’s okay, Rob. I understand. But you’ve got to get back to your own room, now. I need some, uh ... privacy in the mornings,” I replied.
“OH! Well, I’m sorry I embarrassed ... you’ve got ... I mean you ‘ve got a woody, right?” She was hurrying out from under the sheet. I could see her N.Y. Giants jersey, that came to mid-thigh.
Her mother raised her head and smiled at her child. “Thanks, sweetie. No school today, and I’m not going to work either.” She stopped juggling my nut sack and move up to softly stroke my cock, ensuring that my morning wood came to really full attention. I could see the motion of her hand move the sheet. I shifted my gaze to the teenager, and I could see an almost grin cross her face. “Close the door behind you, Roberta.”
“Sure thing, mom. Have fun, you two,” she said with a little chuckle. Yeah, 13 ¾! I was going to have trouble keeping my hands – and cock – off her lithe little body.
“I’m going to need to see if you can tolerate my excessive sex drive, slave. Time for you to get busy.”
“Yes, master. How can this slave serve you, this morning?”
“You can suck my balls, and then deep throat my cock.” I pulled myself up to a sitting position. “Kneel between my legs, and get to work.”
“Yes, sir,” she said after a little pause. “We only have a little while before we have to get to the hospital, sir.” She scrambled over between my legs and licked tentatively at my sack. Her right hand stroked slowly at the cockshaft.
I saw the bedroom door, open a crack – enough for a 13 ¾ year old to see it all.
“Your too big for me to suck all of you, Master.” She moved her attention to the head of my cock and started to take it in her mouth.
I grabbed a handful of the dirty blonde hair and just rode her up and down motion on my cock.
“Hurry up. We should be getting to the hospital soon,” I said loud enough for the peeper in the hall.
“Yeff, mmafder. I’mm trynng.”
“More sucking, less talking, bitch.” And I pushed a little on her head.