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Beau sat on the couch and took heavy breaths while she waited for her date to finish getting ready and invite her back to the bedroom. She'd met Morticia through an online personal ad: “Transsexual femme dyke desperately in need of a handsome butch boytoy for dinner and nasty t4t fucking.” It had sounded too good to be true, especially once she realized they lived less than hour apart. Beau had gathered up all the courage she could and messaged her, and to her surprise, Morticia had messaged her back almost immediately, eager to get to know her. They’d chatted for a few days, and decided to meet up at the first opportunity.
Dinner had gone well, and she’d been even more charming in person. Beau had always liked older women, and Morticia was almost old enough to be her grandmother at sixty-one. She had struggled to listen to her at the restaurant, too enamoured with her beauty. Her soft crow's feet that creased when she laughed at her own jokes. The way her long silver hair, peppered with occasional black strands, framed her immaculately made up face and dark brown eyes. How her plump tits bulged out of her tight black dress and showed off the veins on her pale chest. It was all too much for Beau, and Morticia had found it cute how she kept zoning out while watching her talk and eat.
Most of the women Beau had been with had taken her butchness for granted. She loved playing the role, but sometimes she couldn't help but feel like she was just putting on a show for herself. Morticia was certainly different. She’d swooned when Beau showed up in button up shirt and tie, and practically begged her to roll the sleeves when they sat down. The admiration and lust in her gaze had been intimidating, and Beau had spent most of the dinner listening, not that she minded. Apparently Morticia was some kind of university professor. She'd missed the field though, too distracted by her ruby red lips as they sipped wine between thoughts. The way Morticia had clung to her and hung on her arm as they left to meet their Uber had made Beau feel like she was being shown off.
Morticia was at least a foot taller than her in heels, and looking up at her while she caressed her cheek and cooed that she was glad someone still knew how to treat a lady when she opened the car door for her had nearly sent Beau into a panic attack on the street. The ride was even scarier. When Beau got in, Morticia was in the middle of putting away a pill bottle from her purse, and she'd slid over to the center of the seat and whispered in her ear as they pulled off. “Sorry if I can't keep my hands to myself. Viagra gets me a little aggressive.” True to her warning, by the time they got to Morticia’s place, she had one hand on Beau's thigh, and was running her long, painted nails through the short sides of her blonde mullet and doting on her for being so handsome. The driver had stopped trying to talk to them pretty quickly, and turned the radio up. He seemed understandably annoyed when he dropped them off, and Morticia had practically dragged Beau into the house.
Beau had known Morticia was married, but it was strange seeing photos of her and her wife, another femme who looked around her age, on the mantle. They had an open relationship apparently, and she'd gone to see a friend so Morticia and Beau could have the night alone. She took another deep breath, and loosened her tie a bit. It was hard not to get in her own head. Morticia was gorgeous and smart and funny, and the last thing Beau wanted was to disappoint her after how the night was going. She pulled her phone out, and opened the camera to straighten herself up. She adjusted her curls, and blushed as she noticed the faint red lipstick prints tracing her stubbled jaw line.
The first time she’d asked someone to domme her had been a disaster. The woman in question had been her first girlfriend after high school, and she’d gotten upset and asked her why she was butch if she wanted to sub. The relationship had crumbled for other reasons, but it had stuck with her, and the three femmes she'd been with since had just expected her to be a dominant top, and she’d been too embarrassed to tell them otherwise. Morticia, on the other hand, had seen through her almost immediately, and been teasing her all night and pushing her into sub space. She'd pinned Beau to the back of the door as soon as they came in, pressed her knee between her legs, and kissed and bit her neck until she was a panting mess and struggling not to hump her leg in the living room. Her last words as she slipped into the bedroom had been a promise Beau wouldn't be able to forget the night.
The sound of the door opening startled Beau, and she put her sat phone down as she looked in its direction. Morticia was already a bombshell, but as she stepped out of the dimly lit bedroom and into the light of the living room, Beau could feel her heart flutter and her breath catch in her throat. She'd freshened up her makeup, and replaced her form fitting dress with a sheer black negligee that didn't quite hide her pierced nipples or the lacy garter belt and matching panties she was wearing. The belt hugged her hips pleasingly, and held a similarly frilly pair of black stockings that accentuated her plump thighs and long legs that seemed to stretch forever before disappearing into her heels. The panties she was wearing were barely holding back her cock as it stretched the fabric, pushed to one side. The Viagra had clearly done its job the way home, and Beau was unsure how she'd managed to cram herself into a pair so tight. Her voice was playful and delicate as it snapped her out of her daze.
“My eyes are up here, prettyboy.”
Morticia was giving her a devilish grin as she crossed her arms and approached slowly, stepping intentionally so her heels clicked loudly. Beau was caught off guard and embarrassed, having not even realized she was gawking.
“Sorry, I, uhh…”
She blushed as Morticia stopped in front of her and ruffled her hair as she chuckled. Her fingers were long and delicate and Beau shuddered as her nails grazed her scalp. She looked up shyly at the woman towering over her, trying to keep her eyes on her face and not her fake tits.
“Don't look so nervous. We're gonna have a good time.”
Beau nodded.
“Okay… I'm just not really used to… not being in charge?”
Morticia laughed again and headed towards the kitchen.
“I'm having another drink before we head to bed. Do you want anything?”
“Oh, sure. Whatever you're having?”
“Can do.”
She disappeared into the hallway, and returned soon after, barely leaving Beau with her thoughts. She was carrying a bottle of something light brown and two tumblers when she returned and nodded for Beau to follow her into the bedroom. Morticia watched with obvious amusement as Beau rose to her feet and headed over. She tried to look nonchalant, but she could tell from Morticia's expressions that she probably looked like she was walking out in front of a firing line. Morticia pointed with the bottle towards a small table in front of the room's sole, but large window and closed the door behind her before following.
There were two comfy chairs and an old table just big enough for two people comfortably eat at. Beau looked around as Morticia sat the bottle and glasses down, and moved the short stack of textbooks she'd left on it to the nearby shelf. The room was furnished beautifully with matching hardwood furniture and off white bedding and curtains that Beau assumed were probably less off in the past based on the smell of old cigarettes that lingered behind floral perfumes and the sandalwood incense releasing a gentle stream of smoke on the dresser. The bed was massive, and a pile of throw pillows was stacked haphazardly against the wall next to it.
Morticia took a seat and poured them both generous glasses of whisky. The label was in Japanese, and Beau had no idea what it said. She sat the bottle down, and retrieved a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray from the windowsill. A long, slender, all white cigarette slid out and came to rest gingerly between her lips, before she motioned the open pack towards Beau. The box bore a smoky blue spiral, and a brand she'd never seen before: Capri Menthol Indigo 120s.
“Want one? It might help with your nerves.”
“No thanks, I don't smoke.”
Morticia shrugged and sat the pack down then lit her smoke. The first puff from it smelled sweet and minty, and reminded Beau of her mother smoking on the porch after work. She took a deep pull from it and held it as she lifted her glass and swirled it gently.
“I save this for special occasions. I hope you like it.”
Beau lifted her glass and followed Morticia's lead, swirling it gently and giving it a sniff. It was certainly whisky, but had an almost fruity note to it. She gave an awkward smile.
“I'm sure I will.”
Morticia gave her a smug smile as she took a sip, staring at Beau over the edge of her tumbler and leaving red lip marks on its rim as she held it to the side and savored the taste. Beau looked down at her own glass, and took a sip. She’d never been much of a drinker either, and she tried not to choke as the alcohol burned her throat. It was certainly better than any liquor she’d ever tasted, but she was sure any of its complexities were wasted on her unrefined palate. She managed not to cough, but Morticia giggled at her as she reflexively grimaced when she swallowed. She took another sip, and sat her glass down before speaking.
“You’re cute, Beau. I don't know how you keep the girls off you.”
She blushed as Morticia took a long drag and blew it to the side.
“Oh, I don't know…”
“I'm just teasing. I was pretty surprised though.”
Beau took another sip, bracing herself this time and trying to enjoy the warmth in her chest. She gasped as Morticia's leg rubbed against her through her pants leg.
“About what?”
“That you're ever ‘in charge.' You strike me as more of a pillow prince.”
She took a gulp from her glass, so mortified at being called out that she didn't care if she looked like a lightweight again. Morticia seemed charmed by her awkwardness as she looked on with a smile.
“Maybe I'm wrong though. I'm sure a big, strong butch like you could have me on my knees begging if you tried.”
The devilish glint in her eye had returned, and Beau was certain she was trying to bait her into a trap. Morticia tipped her glass back and drank the remaining whiskey in a couple gulps and then stood up and headed for the dresser towards a record player.
“I'll take the silence as self-doubt.”
She sat the arm down, and soft jazz filled the room. She leaned on the dresser facing Beau and smoked as she waited for a response. Beau was struggling with her words, unsure if she was already feeling the alcohol, or more likely, just flustered. She choked down the last of the liquor in her own glass in one unpleasant mouthful, and took a deep breath before shyly mumbling out her words.
“I'd rather be the one on my knees…”
“I know, honey. It's obvious.”
She hid her face as Morticia returned and put out the remainder of her cigarette. A gentle tugging at her neck startled her, and she looked up again to realize Morticia was pulling on her tie. She stood shakily, and followed Morticia to the foot of the bed as she led her with it like a leash. She took a seat and spread her legs, then gently tugged Beau down onto her knees and caressed her cheek with her free hand. Beau couldn't help but stare at her soft, pale, cellulite-dimpled thighs and her swollen cock. She'd had sex with several trans women, but none of them had ever topped her, nor were they as big as Morticia.
Beau shivered as fake nails slid along her cheek and jaw and one came to rest beneath her chin, gently coaxing her to look up as it dug into her skin. She lifted her head, and Morticia leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, pressing their lips tighter by pulling Beau in by her tie. She shuddered as Morticia wrapped a hand firmly around the front of her throat and slipped her tongue into her mouth. She tasted like whisky and fresh smoke and mint, and was better at kissing than Beau had thought was possible. Beau was desperate to taste her tongue as it danced in her mouth, teasing her as they sloppily smeared Morticia’s lipstick around their lips while they made out. When she pulled away, Beau followed her, unwilling to let her mouth go, only to be met with teeth tugging against her bottom lip. She shuddered and whimpered as Morticia pulled at her flesh, and it ached in a way that drove her crazy. When it was almost too much, Morticia released Beau, leaving her panting on her knees as she loosened her tie.
“It's been too long since I had a good boy to take care of.”
The tie slid from around her neck and Morticia started on the buttons on her shirt. Beau closed her eyes and prayed that her heart wouldn't explode the way it was already pounding in her chest.
“Don't hide those pretty blue eyes from me, handsome. How would you like to be my good boy tonight?”
Beau liked when women called her their boyfriend, or daddy, but an older woman calling her good boy was new, and she could barely force herself to open her eyes like Morticia had told her to. The lust in her gaze was all the reassurance Beau needed, and she nodded shyly.
“Good boy. Let's get you more comfortable.”
She nodded eagerly, and started unbuttoning from the bottom, meeting Morticia in the middle and sliding her shirt off, revealing her chubby stomach and the grey binder she'd been wearing. Morticia ran her fingers down the front of the binder thoughtfully.
“Do you want this to stay on?”
Beau shook her head, and Morticia looked excited as she gripped the zipper delicately, careful not to damage her nails, and began sliding it down. The conditioned air of the room was refreshing as it caressed the sweaty skin of her chest as it peeked into view. She lifted her arms when it was unzipped, and Morticia pulled it free, tossed it next to her shirt, then leaned back and enjoyed the view. Beau was chubby, and years of low dose hormones had left her chest and stomach hairy and lightly marked with acne. Her breasts were smaller than Morticia's, but sagged pleasingly beneath their own weight. The way Morticia eyed her hungrily made her feel like meat, but in a hot way she couldn't explain. There was a light slur in voice as the wine and whisky were finally catching up with her.
“God, I love a dyke with some meat on her bones.”
Beau blushed, unused to being the focus of someone's desire. She could feel her boxer briefs brushing against her dick and clinging to the growing wetness between her legs as she adjusted herself on her knees. She wasn't sure how to respond, but didn't want to slip into complete flustered silence so soon.
“I think you're really hot too…”
“Is that so?”
Beau nodded as she leaned onto an elbow against knee and put on a patronizing tone.
“What's so hot about me?”
“Oh… Well-”
“Be specific.”
“I, uh… You're really beautiful… and confident… and I like your lipstick and heels…”
Morticia gave an exaggerated pout.
“Is that all?”
Beau shook her head aggressively.
“Umm… You're so cool… and tall… and uh…”
She hesitated as the last thing that came to her mind hung at her lips. Beau was unsure if she should say it, but Morticia had told her to be specific.
“Your cock is so big…”
Morticia laughed and pulled her in for a quick kiss.
“So you like tall women with big dicks, huh?”
Definitely should have kept it an inside thought.
“Apparently…”
She grinned like Beau had awakened something in her.
“Take your pants off, prettyboy.”
Beau nodded and rose to her feet, and shyly unbuttoned her pants. Morticia was still propping her chin up, and watched as they fell to ground and she stepped out of them, leaving her in only her black boxer briefs. Her own bulge was visible above a wet stain. Morticia was still almost eye to eye with her as she sat on the edge of the bed and gawked at her with a lecherous intensity that made her tremble, though she was unsure if she was horny or intimidated. She kissed Beau's forehead as she looked down shyly.
“Now, why don't you help me out of my heels you love so much, and we'll move to the bed before I get too excited.”
The last part sounded strangely ominous, but Beau tried not to linger on it as she nodded and dropped to her knees again, carefully reaching for the buckles on the shoe’s straps.
“Kiss them first.”
She paused and thought about it, then nodded without looking up. Her limbs trembled as she leaned down and kissed the toe of her heel, and then followed it with another, slowly working her way up until her lips met the warmth of Morticia's skin through her black tights. Morticia let out a soft sigh, and Beau took it as a sign she was enjoying herself, and cradled her foot in her hands and gently kissed around her ankle and onto her calf before turning her attention to her other foot.
“I love a boy who knows her place. It really gets me going.”
Beau slowed her pace, trying to buy herself time to calm down before they moved to the bed. Morticia chuckled after a few seconds, amused she didn't have anything to say, and pulled her foot away from her grasp.
“Off.”
She fumbled with the buckles and gently removed Morticia's heels, sitting them neatly under the edge of the bed. Morticia stood, and Beau tried not to look at her bulge as the negligee barely hiding it brushed against her face. She looked up at Morticia reflexively when she started talking. The way she was looming over Beau made it hard to think.
“I've got an idea. I thought it'd help keep things fair, since I figured you might still want to be on top.”
Beau decidedly didn't, but Morticia's tone already gave away it was more teasing as she held a hand down for her to steady herself as rose. Morticia pulled her towards the bed and pushed her down onto her back.
“Whoever has the bigger dick gets to top. How's that sound?”
Beau covered her face with both hands as Morticia’s nails slid under either side of her waistband. There was nothing fair about the suggestion, but it was certainly making her feel things, and she groaned out her response, aware Morticia was giving her a way to say she wanted it with having to say it. It was somehow more embarrassing than just saying it.
“Okay…”
Morticia pulled her boxers off roughly, excited to see her entirely undressed. Her hands were warm as they parted her thick thighs, revealing her already damp bush and swollen dick. Beau peeked through her fingers, and watched Morticia struggling with her panties before eventually roughly tearing the thin fabric at their sides and tossing them to the floor, letting her cock flop into sight. She moaned and quivered as Morticia slapped her cock against hers several times, then rubbed it back and forth, sending shocks up her spine.
“Oh, sorry… I've got you beat by at least six inches. Looks like you’ll have to bottom.”
She pouted at the teasing, only to be met with a mocking pouting from Morticia as she acted disappointed.
“Here I was, hoping a handsome, strapping butch would ravish me like we were in a romance novel.”
She leaned forward, pinning Beau beneath her weight, and frotted against her, rubbing their dicks together and enjoying the grunts and whimpers Beau let out as she thrust. Her tongue felt almost as good as it slid up her throat, lapping at the sweat beading on her throat as her body sweltered with lust. Morticia was hungry for her, licking and biting at her neck eagerly and sucking hickies into it before she nuzzled into her throat, brushing Beau's five o'clock shadow with her nose and lips and inhaling deeply. Morticia shuddered as she ran the flat of her tongue up Beau’s neck and past her chin against the grain of her facial hair, then moaned words into her ear.
“You taste so fucking good. I forgot how much I love testosterone sweat.”
“I'm… glad…”
Beau could feel herself nearing her climax as Morticia grinded against her, panting into her ear as she rocked her hips.
“You're such a good boy, Beau... So handsome… You remind me of when I was your age…”
She sighed as Morticia ran a hand through her hair and rubbed her face in it, enjoying her soft curls as she drunkenly continued.
“You're just lucky I don't have the stamina I used to.”
Beau was already grunting with every thrust, and tried to answer, but couldn't after Morticia shoved her tongue into her ear, sending Beau whimpering before she chuckled and growled into her ear.
“Cause I'm gonna fuck you up so bad you won't be able to walk in the morning.”
“Please…”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Fuck me up…”
She stopped grinding against Beau and kissed her, leaving her desperate for more as her dick throbbed against Morticia’s and she whined for more.
“Aww, what's matter, honey?”
Beau pleaded as Morticia licked her throat again.
“I want you… inside me…
“Is that so?”
She gave a frustrated nod.
“Well, you'll have to beg for it then.”
Morticia pushed herself up onto her elbows, and looked down at Beau like a cat playing with its prey. Beau tried to catch her breath enough to beg, but it was hard with a beautiful woman on top of her. The negligee was sticking to her skin, banishing what little it had left to the imagination as it hugged her full breasts and clung pleasingly to her hips. Her makeup was a mess, and her hair was sticking to her neck and forehead, but it only made the moment feel more intimate seeing her so disheveled. She took a deep breath, and covered her eyes with her forearm as she told Morticia what she wanted.
“Please, I want you to fuck me… more than anything… I feel like I'll die without your cock…”
Beau shivered as Morticia leaned back and kissed down her chest and ran her fingertips through the blonde fuzz covering it.
“Hmmm… That was good, but I'm not entirely convinced you want it that much.”
Beau pouted as Morticia lapped at her chest, still obsessed with the taste of her skin. She startled when Morticia suddenly buried her face in her armpit and moaned as she loudly huffed her scent and nuzzled into her coarse hair.
“Please, Morticia… I'll do anyth-”
She gasped as Morticia's tongue tickled the sensitive skin in her pit and greedily licked the sweat from it. It felt better than she expected, and by the time Morticia had pinned her other arm over her head and finished indulging herself, Beau was trying not to cry from how eager she was to cum.
“Please…”
Morticia gave her a sultry smile and kissed her way down her happy trail until Beau could feel her hot breath in her soaked bush. She looked down as Morticia grabbed her knees, and pushed them forward, pinning them against her chubby stomach and giving her better access. Beau was shaking as she watched, desperate to feel Morticia’s mouth if she couldn't feel her cock yet.
“You said you're normally a dom. What do girls usually call you?”
The look Morticia gave when she was setting a trap flickered across her face, but Beau could barely form thoughts anymore and didn't care.
“Daddy…”
“That's so cute. I think I fit the bill more though.”
Beau was mortified, but nodded in agreement. She’d spent years hiding her submissive side and Morticia had broken down that wall in one evening. She made an exaggerated thinking expression, and then grinned at Beau again.
“I've got an idea then… How about you call me daddy instead?”
She felt dizzy at the suggestion, but nodded along excitedly.
“Try begging again.”
The moment she opened her mouth, Morticia pushed her harder against the mattress and bit down on the soft flesh of her thigh. She moaned and arched her back and Morticia chuckled and teased her again.
“What was that? Speak up.”
The song and dance continued: Morticia pushing her to beg, and biting her when she tried, leaving a line of teeth marks down her inner thigh until she arrived at her cunt. Beau was sobbing from pain and the need to cum, and watched wide eyed as Morticia gathered her hair up and tossed it over one holder before burying her face between her legs. Morticia wallowed in her wetness, nuzzling her cunt and moaning as she inhaled loudly, drowning herself in Beau's scent as she forced out words.
“Fuck, I missed boypussy. I love how hairy you are.”
Beau covered her face with both hands, hopelessly turned on by how much Morticia was enjoying her body. The way Morticia kept calling her boy was giving her fuzzy feelings she couldn't process with someone currently licking the wetness from her labia and bush, careful to avoid touching her cock at all as her tongue danced away whenever it got close. She squirmed while Morticia licked and sucked at her flesh, eager for her taste, but not to let her get off.
“Please, daddy…”
She shuddered as Morticia released one of her legs and lightly raked her cheek with her nails. Her voice was melodic and seductive.
“There’s my good boy. Tell daddy what you want.”
“I want you to suck my cock…”
She gasped as Morticia teased it with the tip of her tongue for just a moment.
“I don't know… It doesn't feel right if you cum already. I don't think that's good boy behavior.”
Beau pouted and whimpered.
“Please daddy, I want to feel your mouth.”
Morticia leaned over her, and retrieved something she’d tossed onto the bed earlier. Beau tried to focus on it, and realized it was her phone. She turned it around and revealed a five minute timer.
“Fine. I'm feeling generous, since you're so handsome and pathetic…”
She hit the start button, and laid it next to them.
“If you can last five minutes, you can cum, and I'll fuck you. If you can't, I'll punish you.”
Beau opened her mouth to protest, but couldn't as Morticia wrapped her lips around her cock and sucked it hard. Her lips and tongue felt like heaven as she bobbed her head between Beau's legs. It was the first time Beau had ever had someone give her a blowjob instead of eating her out, and she couldn't stop watching as her cock slipped in and out of Morticia's lips. Morticia pinned her hips as she started reflexively thrusting into her mouth, and Beau looked over at the timer to realize it had barely been ninety seconds. She clenched the bedsheets and her thighs and tried not to cum, but Morticia dug her nails into Beau's thighs, pushing her over the edge. The orgasm that wracked her body was the most intense of her life, and she gasped for air as Morticia doubled down and tried to suck the life out of her, holding her in place as she tried to squirm out of her lips.
“Daddy… stop… its….”
Morticia chuckled as she released the suction and gave it one last firm lick before she paused the timer on the phone and admired the quivering mess of a woman beneath her.
“Wow, two whole minutes. I never expected you to be such a quickshot.”
Beau covered her face out of embarrassment, still panting with the aftershocks of her climax.
“I guess I'll have to punish you.”
She nodded, equal parts afraid and aroused by the prospect.
“Roll over.”
Beau did as she was told, and got comfortable on her stomach. She was cum drunk and empty headed, and tried not to drool onto the comforter as she submitted to Morticia’s whims. Lithe fingers gripped her ass, and squeezed hard before shaking her cheeks. Morticia gave her a light slap, and praised the way her ass jiggled.
“Fuck, your ass is fat. I needed a butch with child bearing hips.”
She slapped Beau's ass more firmly, eliciting a yelp of pain. She giggled, and slapped her other cheek harder, and then traced the bright red handprints beginning to form on Beau's ass.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?”
Beau groaned out a response as Morticia worked her ass more, intent on leaving it entirely red and sore.
“Yes, daddy, pleeeeaaaseeee…’
A few more firm spankings left her whimpering into the mattress before Morticia climbed on top of her and opened the nightstand’s drawer, pulling something from it out of sight before Beau could focus on it. She slid her cock between Beau's soaked thighs, and laid on top of her, sliding her negligee beneath her shoulders first. Beau couldn't move even if she wanted to, but Morticia still pinned her wrists and legs. The feeling of her firm tits pressing directly against Beau's back drove her wild, and she struggled feebly against Morticia's grasp, aroused by how small and helpless she felt with a larger woman holding her down and getting ready to fuck her from behind. Morticia rocked her hips against her ass, and Beau whimpered as Morticia's cock brushed against hers as it slid between her legs.
“You remind me of the gayboys I used to fuck back in the 80s.”
She paused to kiss Beau's neck, and whispered dreamily in her ear when she'd finished.
“How old are you again?”
“Tw-twenty-four…”
“Cute, I might have fucked your dad in a public bathroom back in the day.”
Beau didn't know how to respond and just nodded.
“Sorry. That was a weird thing to say.”
“It's fine…”
Morticia released her arms, and propped herself up. She reached down with one hand, and rubbed the tip of her cock against Beau's hole. It was agonizing how long it went on as Morticia teased her, occasionally pushing just barely enough to start entering her, before returning to just rubbing. Beau was nearly crying again as she begged.
“Please, daddy… I need your cock…”
“Aww, do you?”
She pouted and nodded.
“Well, I still have to punish you.”
“But…”
Her voice was suddenly firm and smug.
“But what? Good boys don't talk back.”
She buried her face in the comforter. Apparently she'd misunderstood what the spanking was for.
“Did you have something to say?”
Beau shook her head, and shivered as Morticia laid her dick between her ass cheeks and something cold dribbled between them. She slid back and forth in the slippery mess excitedly as she teased Beau.
“Well, from what I remember, good boys take it up the ass for daddy.”
She tried not to freak out as Morticia rubbed her cock against her asshole. Beau had never done anything with her ass, and Morticia was rock hard from her medication and how worked up she'd gotten. Even if she were prepared, the prospect would still be terrifying for her first time. Beau shook her head.
“No? What, did you think I’d just let you cum in my mouth then stuff your cunt? If you want me to fuck you, it's now or nothing.”
She wanted it so bad, but was afraid it would hurt, or she wouldn't enjoy it. A second thought passed her mind, that maybe that was fine, and it'd be hot if she didn’t enjoy it, and she just suffered through it until Morticia had gotten her rocks off. Beau pulled the blanket up against her face, embarrassed by her own desires. She sighed and was surprised by how soft her voice came out.
“Okay…”
“Okay what?”
“You can fuck my ass…”
”Good boy.”
Morticia sounded giddy as she dripped more lube onto her cock and pressed it against Beau's asshole.
“Bite the sheets if you need to. Getting it in the worst part.”
Beau followed her order, and groaned through clenched teeth as she felt her hole stretch and open, and the tip of Morticia's cock slid in. She was already struggling not to hyperventilate as she tried to adjust to her own tightness. Morticia was cursing under her breath as she pushed more of her length in. Beau felt like the air had been pushed out of her lungs as it filled her, and she squirmed in pain as her ass stretched. Morticia moaned and dripped more lube around where ether were connected, thrusting in and out gently to make sure her ass was wet enough. Beau was finally catching her breath when Morticia kissed her neck and sent her into a panic again.
“You're doing so good, honey. Only half left to go.”
Beau had been certain she had almost bottomed out, and moaned long and low as she felt more of Morticia enter her aching ass. Her ass was so tight that it made Morticia’s cock feel massive, and tears streamed down her face as she felt hips press into her ass. Morticia moaned as she laid on top of her, pressing her hips gently into her ass and giggling at the whimpers Beau let out as she stretched her deep inside. She wrapped a hand around Beau’s throat, and lifted her head before licking the tears from her cheek.
“How does daddy's cock feel?”
“Big…”
She chuckled, and kissed Beau's cheek.
“I'm sure a tough dyke like you can handle it, unless you want me to take it out.”
Beau surprised herself as she reflexively shook her head. It hurt, and was overwhelming, but her body and her horny brain wanted more, and she gasped as Morticia grinded into her ass. She was too focused on being impaled on Morticia’s fat cock to notice she had her phone again, until she held it out in front of their faces, and pressed her cheek against Beau's. She angled it until they were both in frame and hit record. Morticia’s face was a mess, and she looked crazy eyed from how horny she was. Beau, on the other hand, looked pathetic as tears welled her eyes and dripped down her ruddy cheeks, and Morticia held her to face the camera with a firm hand on her neck. The closeness accentuated the obvious age gap as Beau looked at both of their faces and the video started.
“Say hi to future Beau.”
Beau moaned out a single, indistinct syllable as Morticia started taking short strokes while still buried to the hilt in her.
“You're gonna watch this every time you've convinced yourself you aren't a subby bottom boy.”
She nodded as she looked into the camera. Morticia smiled and tilted her head for a quick kiss, then whispered guidance into her ear before teasing her louder for the camera.
"How's your first time bottoming going?"
She just whimpered, not wanting to go along.
"Say it."
Beau wanted to hide her face as she repeated the words she'd been given through sobs.
“I'm a faggot... who needs… daddy's dick to live…”
"That's a good boy. Where's daddy's dick right now?”
She opened her mouth, only to gasp and groan as Morticia starting fucking her.
“Say it.”
“Daddy's dick… is up my ass...”
“How's it feel?”
“It hurts so much…”
“Should I take it out then?”
Beau had already told her she didn't want her to, and pouted at being recorded admitting it.
“No…”
Morticia whispered praise in her ear again, and winked into the camera before stopping it and sitting it aside. Beau bit the comforter again as Morticia released her throat.
“I'll send that to you later. Let's get to the real fun.”
Beau could feel her cock throbbing with each of Morticia’s thrusts, and her cunt was dripping again. The new mix of pleasure and pain was confusing, and as her body adjusted, she tried to relax and focus on the pleasure.
“It's my turn to cum now. Ready to get your guts rearranged?”
She shook her head, but Morticia was already speeding up her pace.
“Too bad. Now be a good boy, and let daddy enjoy herself.”
Beau sobbed as Morticia started fucking her deep and hard, slamming her hips against her sore ass cheeks. They'd decided on a safeword before they met up, uncertain what their exact plans were, but Beau didn't think she was at that point yet. The way Morticia moaned on top of her, and her tits bounced against her back, and her rough thrusts ground Beau's dick into the mattress were driving her wild, and made her want more despite the pain. Morticia hugged her from behind, holding her close and biting at her neck. Beau melted into her embrace, loving how enveloped she felt.
“You know, it's a shame I don't have my balls anymore.”
Beau moaned through her teeth as Morticia rutted into her like she was trying to hurt her. She sounded like she was nearing her orgasm, and running out of breath.
“I'd dump my load in your boypussy… and made us both daddies…”
Beau's head swam thinking about it, and she humped the bed as she felt her ass tighten painfully. Morticia cursed under her breath, and kept teasing her.
“How's it feel… being daddy's… boytoy… whore…”
Her ass burned and throbbed as she took the pounding Morticia was giving her. Pain pulsed through Beau's body every time her cock slammed into her, bruising her deep inside, but at the same time, Beau had never wanted to cum more. Her body was eager for everything Morticia was giving, and she growled as she arched her back and pressed up against Morticia’s hips, pushing her as deep as she could. Beau came hard on her cock, practically screaming through her teeth as she shook.
“Fuck… that’s a good answer...”
Morticia gripped her by the back of her hair and pressed her face into the mattress, fucking her as hard as she could as Beau moaned and drooled into the bed.
“You're so... fucking tight… I’m gonna…”
Beau wanted to beg for daddy's cum, but none of her muscles were cooperating as Morticia bred her ass, each throb of her cock stretching her painfully as she sprayed cum into Beau's aching guts. She collapsed on top of her, and hugged her again, nuzzling the back of her neck as they both quivered and panted. After a couple of minutes, Morticia rolled off of her, and gave her one last slap on her ass, though Beau barely had the energy to notice. Beau realized the music had stopped a while back, and neither of them had noticed. Eventually Morticia staggered to her feet, and unsteadily walked to flip the record, grabbing her smokes and ashtray on the way back to bed. She sat at the head of the bed, and checked on Beau.
“You good over there, Blondie?”
She nodded, still face down in the damp spot she’d drooled.
“That’s good. I hope you enjoyed it.”
There was the distinct sound of a lighter being struck, and the smell of a cigarette to follow. Beau had enjoyed it. A lot more that she wanted to admit.
“Yeah…”
“Good. I’d offer to go again, but I don’t have it in me.”
Beau nodded again. The prospect was too much for her too, but for different reasons.
“Maybe in the morning if you want, if I didn’t fuck my back up too much.”
“Okay…”
Morticia giggled at how fucked stupid Beau was, and enjoyed her cigarette while they rested. By the time she was done, Beau managed to roll over and sit up. Morticia lit another, and Beau eyed it curiously.
“Can I have one?”
“Knock yourself out, honey.”
She handed the pack and lighter to Beau, and she tentatively lit one for herself, coughing as she inhaled too deeply on the first puff. Morticia had the same smitten look on her face that she did at the restaurant when she caught Beau getting distracted by her cleavage.
“How're you feeling?”
Beau was too empty headed to have a filter, and said the first thing that came to her mind after she took a drag and tried not to cough again.
“Like I’m in love.”
Morticia laughed mirthfully and ruffled her hair, before pulling her into a smoky kiss.
"Calm down, loverboy. I’m too old to keep a lost puppy.”
Beau groaned as she rubbed her eyes with her free hand, embarrassed from even saying it in the first place.
“I know, sorry…”
“You’re fine. I definitely wanna do this again though, if you’re into it.”
Beau nodded eagerly as she exhaled smoke from her nose. She hated how it tasted, but was enjoying the shared experience.
“Sorry I got carried away. Next time I’ll tear your boypussy up like you wanted.”
Beau covered her eyes again and blushed as Morticia laughed at her.
“Or I can not.”
“No, I want it…”
“I know. By the way, sorry if you actually can’t walk in the morning.”
Beau’s legs did still feel like jello, and her ass ached whenever she moved. She hoped it would mostly pass by then. Morticia added more to the thought before she responded.
“...It’d be really hot though.”
“Yeah, kinda…”
They both laughed, and finished their smoke before sharing a shower and passing out from exhaustion. Unfortunately, Morticia had fucked up her back too much, and Beau had to wait an entire week before she could come over and get dicked down again.