Mom’s Big Black Hobby Ch. 06

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This story has with incestuous and homoerotic themes as well as non-consensual sex. If you are offended by such, do not read. This level of depravity is not to be taken lightly and the deeper down the rabbit hole you go the more you will find that may offend you. You have been warned!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. The entire story is fiction as are all characters. Any likeness a character has to someone in real life is merely circumstantial.

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Awaking from my nap, I saw a beautiful pair of tits, poking out from the latex prison encased around the young woman. She reached over the bed and took hold of my hand, pulling me off. I felt myself go limp and obedient as I was guided onto my feet.

I was naked as I stood there. My cock free of it’s cage and my ass plugged with a large red toy. The scarlet red contrasted well with my deep crimson behind: the welts showing well from the canning I had received.

My feet felt shaky in the one piece of clothing I still has: my sparkly silver stiletto shoes. I wobbled over to the door as she lead me by my hand, barely with the energy to stand. I passed a full length mirror on the way and saw the way my form had diminished from a trim swimmers physique to a starved street hooker. Looking deeply into my own eyes, where the mascara had stained my cheeks and the lipstick was smeared over my chin, it was all I could do to not let out a cry.

I was walked outside, the sun light burning my eyes. The first real light I had seen in 2 weeks and it felt so warm on my skin. The breeze made me feel the sting of my ass and I quickly moved towards the car. When I climbed in, I stared at the dildo on the seat. No one could see me: no one to order me or punish me, but I slid myself onto the cock like a good slut.

I had learnt how to be a good slut for Master. I wanted to be his now, I wanted to please him. Nothing could have hurt me more to watch as we drove away from the house; away from him.

We finally pulled up to my house, where my mother was waiting for me on her knees dressed as a gimp in a full leather corset and mask. The two black men who stood either side of her were fully dressed in tan suits. I pulled myself off the dildo and turned to suck it clean. Stepping out of the car, I walked towards them, stopping several feet in front of them, then got on my knees too and assumed the submissive position, same as my mother.

One of them chuckled and turned to walk inside, Pendik escort bayan the other quickly following suit. As they walked away, he whistled slightly to indicate we could stand. My mom leapt to me and began fussing over my deteriorated state: “oh my, you are so small now Harvey.”

“It’s not Harvey anymore mom,” I said flatly and in my new girly voice, “I’m Candice”.

She gave me an approving look and gave me a small hug: “well Candice, we need to get some food in you.” With that, she walked me inside.

The next few days I took some time getting healthy. Mom applied some oils to my ass which helped the bruises heal quicker and got me some smaller clothes to wear. She didn’t have the need to put me back in a cage as my little sissy clit didn’t get hard anymore. It was more decretive than anything else.

In my absence, mother had been working. She had been campaigning with Joe to let me return to school. “Being a professional slut has its perks,” she would always tell me, “but nothing beats a good education.”

The weekend rolled around and a ring came from the doorbell. Mom was busy entertaining in her room, so I went to open the door. I was wearing a pink g-string bikini, top and all. It barely hid my tiny cock, but it was more for show than warmth, anyway.

As the door opened wide, my expression went happy as I jumped down to the floor. Standing there in a pure white suit was Joe. He was accompanied by a small girl, her little cock poking out beneath her short skirt. I was staring at the ground when he reached down and grabbed my chin. The power I felt from him made me long to suck on his giant fingers.

“Get up,” he said sternly. I rose to my feet, feeling slightly light-headed as I did so.

He didn’t wait for an invitation. Instead, he walked through the threshold followed quickly by his eager slut. He made his way to the lounge and sat on one of the chairs, his slut at his feet. He gave me a small waive of his hand towards the bedroom, and I instantly darted off to go see mom. I burst into the room with her jerking one of her guests onto her tits. Instinctively, I began to purr and salivate. He finished cumming and she proceeded to smear the cum over her chest.

I raised my voice a little to get her attention: “Mommy,” I’d said. She looked over, confused: “Candice, why are you in here? You know this is Mommy’s solo whore time.”

“Yes Mommy, but Master is downstairs for us.”

She froze, hands pressing on her tits. The gentlemen around her too, knew that they had finished for the day. They began piling out the room to make their way towards the room at the other Escort Pendik end of the hall, where they could shower and change. Mom straightened herself and reached into a draw on her bedside for her butt plug. Upon pushing the cold metal past her ravaged sphincter, she followed me out the room.

We both approached master on our hands and feet, crawling to his feet. His slut was presenting herself to us, ass in the air. Joe gave a wave to me mother, and I immediately dove straight in and began to lap away the little skanks hole.

He then pulled my mother close, unbuttoning his trousers as he did so. His cock: the glorious monster that it was, was made visible. I heard my mother let out a whine of longing as she stared at it. It was 8 inches long, without being hard. It was thicker than my mothers arm and covered in veins.

He pushed her to him and she took him down her throat. This was the only time she could take him all the way in: whilst he was soft. He looked at me as she engulfed him; watching me rim his street hooker who I could taste had just been bred: a hint of cum on my tongue as I thrust it inside her.

“I have decided that your mother is right, Candice.” I dared not stop; my mother neither. It was more that he was talking at us, rather than to us. “You will be permitted to return to school, but you will work for me whilst on campus.” I thought back to my dorm room, my roommate, my swim team… How could I go back like this? “I do not have an established link out west, but I’m sure you will be able to seduce some perverts to start with,” he smiled. “Why, that’s how your mother built her up her client base.”

She looked to me, pulling the cock out of her throat, now slimy and glistening. “Yes, I let men in the club finger my cunt. People heard and I became popular. Eventually they were fingering my ass. They started doing it more publicly, for everyone to see and eventually even started fisting me right there on the dance floor.” She looked up lovingly at Joe, “that’s when daddy found me”.

The slut, whose asshole I was rimming, let out a little moan as I moved my tongue around. Her soft little prick began oozing cum onto the floor. I removed myself from her butt and went down to lap up her cum from the floor. She turned and we shared a cummy french kiss together. Eventually, she took her cum into her mouth and spat it in my open mouth and directly down my throat. I coughed a little as I felt it hit and felt the lingering taste on my tongue.

“Yes,” master said, “you will find your way.”

The very next day I was walking back into my dorm room. My roommate Carl was out so I had time to settle Pendik Rus Escort back into my digs. I was wearing a short pleated skirt and a white blouse. My puffy nipples could be seen through the blouse. ‘My tits were really starting to show’, I thought, looking myself up and down in the mirror. I gave a small twirl, seeing my skirt rise somewhat, revealing my bright pink thong, barely concealing my little giril-cock.

I began unpacking my bags, pulling out countless sex toys and girlie lingerie. Master had had his men carry my bags in for me. There were 8 of them, 1 of them massive. I had thanked them of course, the only way a real sissy should, by sucking their cocks. I didn’t let up until both had deposited cum into my hungry belly. 1 of the guys was taking a while, so I even gave him a quick rimjob to get him over the edge: it was great.

As I pulled out an 8 inch black realistic dildo, I heard a knock on the door to my room. I went over and opened the door to see Carl. Carl was rather fit, even for todays standards. He played football and went surfing in his free time. Carl was short for Carlos, a name he didn’t much care for as he was the 4th Carlos in his family by the time he was born.

He looked back at me, perplexed. I could see the cogs moving in his head as he processed this little schoolgirl in his apartment. Gradually, he began to recognise me and took a step back in shock: “Harvey?,” he said in utter bewilderment.

“Hi Carl,” I said with a happy little tune, “and, it’s Candice now by the way.”

He looked at me, still in shock: “Uhh, yeah. Ok. I guess, this is kind of a normal thing these days huh?” He looked bashful as he spoke, not helped when he looked down to see the big black cock in my little girly hand. “Woah…ok.” he chuckled a little, his nervs seemingly taking over. He gestured to make his exit, “So, I’ll guess I’ll see ya around.”

“No wait,” I explained, leaping to him. “We haven’t seen each other in weeks. How about a hug?”

“You want to hug me?” He looked nervous: so nervous. His eyes went back to the dildo in my hand and then to my skirt, finally resting on my nipples showing through my blouse.

“Of course silly!” I outstretched my arms and practically jumped on him with my embrace. I felt his hands reach around to cup my ass instinctively. They quickly moved to my back, but my skirt was now dislodged and I felt a breeze.

Finishing the hug, I swivelled on the spot and walked back to my bag, my thong now clearly on show. As I bent over to pull something else from my slutty bag of mystery, I felt eyes on my backside. Blushing, I bit my lip in anticipation. I could not see him, but I knew he wanted some of my perky little body. A moment later, I heard the door shut, as he walked off.

I looked to the largest of the bags and unzipped the front. A dildo-head poked out from the metal contraption. This was going to be a good semester…

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