Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Fucks Her In Vegas: #2

The first night in Cancun I met a guy at the bar and ended up back at his hotel where we had sex. It was my first time with a guy since I'd submitted to Ellie and when I returned to the hotel the next morning she was furious. She ranted: "This trip was about you and me Alexis, not about you being a fucking skank."

I apologized profusely, feeling overwhelming guilt as if I had cheated on her, which I had. Any sexual activity whatsoever, even including a quiet masturbation session alone was considered cheating if I didn't have my Mistress' specific permission. But a few drinks with a hot hunky guy and his promise to me, "Once we're alone I'll do anything you say, Mistress... anything!" had gone completely to my head. He'd kept his promise and the night had been empowering and fabulous! But now it was time to pay. In a way I didn't even mind: I loved being degraded and punished by my impetuous Mistress. The look of fury on her face only enhanced my delicious guilt and made me willing to do anything I could to make her happy.

I remember her saying, "You need to be punished don't you, my pet."

I eagerly agreed, happy just to see her anger fade and inwardly looking forward to my humiliation.

"You will obey me without question or hesitation this evening?" she asked, although the question was rhetorical. She wasn't asking, she was telling.

I agreed without consideration of any consequences, just desperate to belong to her again; to obey.

"Good, now go get some sleep, tonight will be a very long night for you," she said, hinting at something extreme. I was impatient to get on with it but forcing me to wait for things was part of her game.

That night she dressed me up in a bright pink dress that made me look like a real-life Barbie, sans any underwear at all, and took me to a club. She spoke briefly with a large bouncer who nodded and pointed and she led me to the back of the club and into a small room. I knew in seconds I was in a gloryhole. I looked at Ellie with pleading eyes and she said, "You wanted cock, so tonight you're going to get an entire night of cock."

A cock popped through the hole and Ellie ordered, "Get sucking, Alexis. By the time you leave here tonight you're going to never want cock again." I realized she was using a tough love tactic, like my dad did to my younger sister when he busted her for smoking and made her smoke a whole pack of cigarettes one right after the other, until she had smoked the entire pack before vomiting. Mistress Ellie was trying to condition me to be a true lesbian with no desire for men through extreme discipline. My occasional peccadillo aside, I had a deep-seated need to make Ellie happy at all costs, to obey her unconditionally, so I soon found myself sitting on a wooden stool and after one last pleading look to Ellie, which got me no sympathy but just a tongue poking out her cheek to indicate I should get sucking, I opened my mouth and took a faceless stranger's cock in my mouth.

As I bobbed back and forth on the first of many cocks that night, Ellie moved beside me and whispered, "Good girl." The condescending words should have been humiliating and they were, yet my need for her approval and praise made me eager to obey her every whim.

I don't know how many cocks I sucked that night, at least fifty, and I swallowed every load before the sun was rising and Ellie finally asked, "Have you learned your lesson, my pet?"

I remember my answer clearly, "Yes, Mistress, my mouth and my cunt belong to you and I will always obey you."

She was then 'kind' enough to escort me to a filthy alley so I could vomit up what must have been a gallon of cum, it took forever for me to regurgitate it all, and I actually felt grateful to her for being so considerate. "Wow," was all I could muster, even as my well-used cock called for attention again.

Mom finished by saying, "it was a promise I kept until I met your dad and realized I had to quit her cold turkey if I was ever going to have a normal life, a normal family, which of course seems pretty ironic now." "I suppose so, we are anything but normal," I laughed softly.

"If that isn't the truth," Mom smiled and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, Mom added, "I should also mention dear boy, that your cum is still leaking out of my ass."

I shrugged, thinking of pounding her ass in the airplane bathroom a couple of hours ago, "Well if your dear son would allow you to wear panties..."

"Fucker," she said, playfully.

"Mother-fucker," I corrected.

"Yes," she smiled, "you are one dirty Mother-fucker."

"Fuck Mom, now you've made me hard again," I pointed out what was literally pointing out.

She gave my point a quick squeeze and said, "Maybe we should return to the madness." "Can you resist Ellie?" I asked.

"For a little while," she said, although her look told me she wasn't convinced.

"Let's play it by ear, Mom," I said, squeezing her hand.

"Ok," she agreed.

"Ellie will be busy tomorrow with her task," I reminded her.

"Which she will achieve, no doubt," Mom predicted.

"Is she that good?" I asked, our hotel now in sight.

"She doesn't take no for an answer," Mom replied.

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"Yet you resisted her," I pointed out, trying to build her resilience against the powerful temptress.

"It was because of you," Mom said, adding, "I was pregnant, I desperately wanted to have a child and my mother wolf instincts kicked in. I would have killed someone if necessary to protect you... even Ellie!" "Well, I thank you profusely for that protection, loba mía," I laughed.

"Well, you have been thanking me rather thoroughly lately," she teased.

As we returned to the hotel I said, "Welcome to the jungle."

Mom quoted Guns and Roses, which only convinced me one more time how cool she was, "We've got fun and games."

"You're perfect, Mom," I complimented, meaning it.

"You're not too bad yourself," Mom smiled.

I texted Miranda and learned our 'room' was a suite on the top floor... the penthouse. As usual I was in awe of my life. We went to the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Mom and I were kissing like two horny teenagers. Once we reached our floor, Mom broke our kiss and said, her face flushed with a hunger I had only seen in her eyes a couple of times, "Promise me you'll fuck me tonight."

"That is a promise I think I can keep, Mom," I replied.

"Fuck, do I want you inside me right now," she said.