TABOO TALES(erotica)

Justine was confused. “Umm, I’ve been a waitress and know how to handle a tray.”

He laughed. “No, this is a special wood tray. One side is slightly curved and rests against the abdomen. Leather straps extend from each corner that rests against the belly and the straps tie in the back at the waistline. Along the front edge of the tray are three chains. The middle one is attached to a neck collar. The two chains at the outside tray corners end in clamps that connect to the server’s nipples.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, imagining the nipple pain. “What’s on the tray?”

“Snifters, wine glasses, highballs filled with their drinks.”

“That sounds like it could be quite painful,” she said, picturing her big nipples brutally stretched while the men ogled her torment.

“Well, the tray is small, but yes, it requires a submissive with a high tolerance to pain.” The Dean imagined the sight of Justine’s long nipples permanently stretched another half-inch. Nervously, she squirmed in her chair. He snapped back from his reverie. “Of course, the more pain you’re willing to bear, the more generous they like to be.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“I’ll do my best,” she said ingratiatingly.

“That’s the spirit. I think we’ll do some experiments today. I have a couple of ideas that will put your training to the test.”

“Wha–what will you do?”

“Oh, that would spoil the fun. Let’s just say that the first involves suction and the second uses heat.” Justine guessed that he’d suck hard on her nipples for the first and drip hot wax for the second. She would soon learn — the hard way — how utterly wrong she was.

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He opened the door. “Angie, please come in.” When the girl entered, he added, “Take off your daughter’s jacket.” Justine finished her stiff cocktail, stood behind Angie, unbuttoned the girl’s jacket and pulled it off. He observed that the girl’s tits might be slightly smaller than her mother’s, but the nipples looked as dark and as oversized. Without being asked, Justine undid the skirt and it dropped to the floor.

“Would you like to see her flat stomach and good biceps?” Justine prompted, practically pimping her nubile daughter.

“Yes.” Justine undid the blouse and the Dean saw the cooperative student’s superb tits encased in a matching, powder blue, tight balconette bra, which had no lace around the large, charcoal gray areola and even darker nipples. Still standing behind her daughter, Justine fastened her hands around the girl’s wrists and slowly pulled them behind her back and crossed her hands in the rear till the girl uttered “Ohhh!” from the strain, her tits thrusting outward, the fat nipple stalks straining against the light fabric.

Justine spoke into her submissive daughter’s ear. “Why don’t you show the Dean some of the skills you’ve been learning and practicing?” Justine picked up two thick pillows and placed them on the floor between the nubile slut and the college official. She pushed on the girl’s bare shoulders till Angie was kneeling. The Dean rolled his chair over to the girl. She undid his belt and zipper and pulled out his thick, 7-inch cock.

Angie first began licking the crown, then his balls and finally the entire shaft, slurping noisily and enthusiastically enjoying the cocksucking. This was an expert blowjob. “Strip,” he said to Justine between his groans of pleasure. Justine watched her daughter’s cocksucking while peeling off her own damp blouse and skirt. This was the best b-job he’d ever had, and from an 18-year-old. When he saw Justine clad in her matching charcoal gray lingerie ensemble, the Dean became even harder and bigger in the teen’s mouth.

The two women looked almost alike, but there were clear differences. Instead of a balconette bra, Justine’s bigger and heavier tits rested on a shelf bra, the nipples half visible, the lower half constantly rubbing against the edge of the fabric, keeping them continually engorged. Unlike most big nipples, hers were considerably thicker than a pencil, easily the width of a Sharpie marking pen.

“You really must be a slut to wear a bra like that,” he said. “Have your nipples been stretched to their current size?”

This is how big they’ve always been,” she said shamefacedly, embarrassed about her massive nipples.

She wasn’t wearing boyshorts; she wore bikini panties. But that wasn’t all. Unlike her daughter’s fine, satiny, unblemished skin, the mother’s normally satin skin was covered with dozens of marks. Weals heavily marked her naked tits. The stripes began above her knees and grew wider and closer together on her upper and inner thighs. The Dean wondered if Matt also pussy-whipped her; probably so. Similarly, the welts on her belly grew more livid and frequent as they descended to her shaved mons.

Concerned about satisfying the Dean as much as possible, the debauched mother placed her hands on both sides of her daughter’s glossy black hair and began rhythmically forcing the girl’s head down on the Dean’s prick. He was amazed. The last thought he had before cumming was that a mother was forcing her own daughter to face-fuck him. Since this was the best blowjob he’d ever had, he erupted into the stunning girl’s eager mouth, shooting a dozen lengthy spurts.

Once the Dean had come down, he saw that Angie was flailing her hands, her cheeks bulging obscenely with his load, like a squirrel fully stocked for a long winter. She couldn’t contain it. A long thin stream of cum escaped from the center of her mouth, flowed over her chin and fell to the floor. Here was the hottest high school senior ever, kneeling in front of his dangling dick, and she’d been trained not to swallow without permission. She mewled in panic, desperate for his decision, fearing she’d be punished if any more escaped or if she swallowed. Justine leaned down and slowly licked the jizz off her daughter’s chin.

As he stared, more of his cum escaped from the corners of Angie’s mouth and began flowing down her cheeks and splashing onto her tits. The girl became even more alarmed. He looked around for a receptacle, saw his empty cocktail glass and shoved it in front of the panicked girl’s face. She dumped his hot jizz into the glass, which immediately filled to the brim. But she still held more. He set the glass down on the desk, grabbed Justine’s empty glass and Angie gratefully filled it as well, reaching up from the floor to set it back on the desk.

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “You may swallow the rest,” he permitted. Gratefully, Angie swallowed several times, relishing the taste of the sweet heavy spunk, only slightly salty, leaving the residue on her thick lips, as she’d been taught. “That was excellent.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she smiled, multiple strands of cum stretching between her thick lips when she spoke. She swallowed the rest of her wine. He turned his attention to the mother, who’d been mashing her tits, pulling her nipples and fingering her slit, her lips coated with the spunk she’d licked from Angie’s face. The gusset of Justine’s panties was soaked. Was she as submissive as the girl? he wondered. She was standing in front of the desk, breathing heavily, her big gray eyes lidded. He realized that the two vodka glasses, situated on the edge of the desk where she was standing, were the same distance apart as her tits.

“Angie, take off your mother’s bra.” The girl happily complied, revealing fresh lurid marks on the underside of Justine’s tits. “Did Matt whip your tits recently?”

Justine nodded, flooding with shame. “Last night, in honor of this interview with you. He knows you like to see. . . markings.”

“I see.”

“Angie, go stand behind your mother. Now hold her wrists firmly behind her.” Justine shook her head, humiliated yet aroused by the degrading scene that was about to happen. Angie, furious with her mother for pushing and forcing her into face-fucking the Dean, roughly yanked Justine’s wrists behind her back. “Ohhh!” Justine cried out from her daughter’s harshness, although her pussy flooded at the humiliation of being manhandled by her daughter in front of this demanding Dom.

First the Dean applied two metal mini-clamps to Justine’s jutting nipples, so the tiny clamps were sticking straight out horizontally, in line with the nipple stalks. He tightened the tiny screws until the jaws compressed into the bulging nipple tips. Justine whipped her head back and forth, exhaling in short bursts as she adjusted to the pain, excited beyond belief to be treated this way, on campus in an office with a total stranger and her forceful daughter.

Then the Dean took a clear nipple pump tube and carefully slid it over a clamped and tortured nipple till the shaft was embedded in a massive charcoal areola almost twice the size of a half dollar. The two women stared, stupefied by the bizarre sight they’d never experienced, Justine on the verge of coming from the nipple torture.

The Dean began pumping as the woman and girl stared in fascination. First the areola was drawn into the clear casing, distorting and elongating. Then the clamped nipple, already almost an inch long, was relentlessly pulled inside and pumped till it was an astonishing 1 12 inches in length. Close to cumming, Justine’s legs begin scissoring. To support her mother, Angie placed her arms under Justine’s armpits, her thigh wedged between her mother’s legs, saturated by her slutty mother’s wetness, leaning the slut back on her daughter’s heaving, sweat-soaked chest.

The Dean meticulously repeated the operation on Justine’s other nipple and the perverted pain-slut mother came to the brink, grunting loudly as her shoulder blades ground into her daughter’s stiff nipples. Angie sank down into the chair, her knee forcing the slut mother’s legs further apart till the wet labia spread open. The Dean ogled the sight of Justine sprawled on Angie, the whip marks on the mother’s recently whipped tits and belly moving with her heaving breath.

He plunged three fingers between the heavy wet labia and up her cunt, grinding his thumb against the big fat clit. Justine was cumming, bucking like a wild horse in her daughter’s controlling arms. Now that her engorged clit had swollen enough for him, he added another of the tiny clamps to her clit hood, placed a small pump over her clit and hood, and gloated as the clamp and long thick flesh were pulled up the tube and distorted till the clit was an inch long. This time the pain slut yelled, cumming wildly and completely out of control, bouncing so frenziedly on Angie’s lap that the Dean was surprised she didn’t fall onto the floor.

The Dean stripped off his clothes. “Keep holding her,” he said to Angie, who tightened her grip on her sweating, delirious mother. The Dean placed a small footstool in front of the chair and between the women’s legs. He pushed his cock between Justine’s meaty labia, sank it all the way in till the plastic clit pump was bent to the side by his groin, and fucked her hard. The nipple pumps flopped wildly around, bending and twisting the distorted nipples. Justine screamed in ecstasy, swinging around so wildly that it was a struggle for Angie to keep Justine, now crazed with white-hot cumming, lying on top of her.