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Getting Fucked by Mary

By: Suzy Suburbanite


Part III:  The Bliss of Letting Go

Chapter IX

Mary gently dried me and wrapped me in a lovely terry robe provided by the
hotel.  As she finished snuggling me into the robe she pressed her lips to
mine and whispered, “stay right there my darling,” and she quickly
disappeared and reappeared carrying a chair from the suite.  She placed
the chair in front of the large wall mirror and said, “sit.”

After my previous mirror experience, I was reluctant to do as my teacher
asked.  “Sit, you nasty little slut,” She insisted, and I complied.

I sat in the chair provided and slowly raised my eyes to confront my image
in the mirror.  Surprisingly, I looked well, happy, and content...my mouth
broke into a broad, almost silly, grin.

“That’s my darling little girl,” Mary exclaimed.  “I knew you could
overcome your fears.”

With that, she started to fluff my hair.  And, proceeded to comb, brush,
dry and style my raven colored mane.  Feeling her delicate, yet strong
fingers stroking my head and scalp made me feel warm and cared-for.  She
brushed my hair in slow, tender strokes that absolutely melted my soul. 
We locked eyes in the mirror, and Mary just smiled the most loving, caring
smile I could ever imagine as she applied the utmost sensitivity to
stroking my hair  Mary constantly whispered about how lovely my hair, my
body, and just plain me sent my soul spiraling into her world of
possession and submission.  I never wanted her caresses to end.

“Kate dear,” she said questioningly.

“Mmmm.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes, for your cunt Ma’am,” did I say that or was this my lesbian persona
trying to break free?

“No silly.  Are ready to eat some food?” she giggled.

I suddenly realized the empty pit of my stomach.  I had only eaten a
single Danish all day, and it was pushing 7 or 8 o’clock in the evening. 
“I’m famished Mary.  I could eat a whore,” I giggled.

“You’re such a silly little girl.”

“Yes Mommy, I am.”  Why was I perpetuating the ‘Mommy’ stuff?  Did I
really want or need to be treated as a child?

“Right.  You get your makeup on, and I’ll order our supper.  If we have
enough time, maybe I’ll take my best girl shopping...so hurry dear.”

Mary was taking total control of me.  I was still not sure where I wanted
this to go, all that I knew was that I was feeling more love and attention
from this one-time stranger than at any time in my life.  This sexy,
dominant woman made me crazy with passion and love.  I truly wanted to
submit to her sexual whims.

“Darling, are you a vegetarian or allergic to any food?” Mary shouted from
the other room.

“No Ma’am,”

“Do you have any religious food restrictions?”

“No Ma’am, I don’t”

I continued applying my make-up as Mary requested.  As I dabbed lipstick
to my mouth, I was struck with how wanton, and sexy I looked.  ‘Was this
to be my lesbian persona?’ I thought to myself: big hair, too much blue
eye shadow, too much blush, too much eyeliner, and way too much lipstick. 
I wanted to be the perfect slut for my Mary.

Looking into my own eyes I decided that I would look however Mary wanted
me to look.  I would be her air headed sex toy.  I would be her “little
girl” slut.  I would be, and do whatever she wanted.  I would play any
game over the next couple days, anything to satisfy my teacher and my own
curiosity.  At last, I was ready to let myself go and be controlled by
Mary.

“Are you done Katie?”

“Um...er...a...yes Ma’am,” I stuttered my way out of my daydream.  Nobody
had called me “Katie” since I was about eight years old.  The funny thing
is it felt so right when Mary, my “Mommy,” referred to me that way.

“Good, what clothes did you bring?” Mary asked.

“Just my office clothes, a pair of jeans, a dress, and some sexy lingerie
Ma’am,” I said.

“Hmmmm,” she pondered.  “Alright then, put on panties, your blue jeans,
and the shirt I’ve laid out on the bed.  And Katie, be sure to wear your
lovely high heals.”


Chapter X

The top Mary had me wear read, “Mommy’s Pussy,” stenciled in bold white
letters on a dark pink t-shirt.  Ma’am told me how sexy and desirable I
was in my slut outfit.  “Ma’am” wore a black cocktail dress that was
scooped low in the front to reveal her lovely pale breasts, and cut high
on the hem to reveal flashes of her sexy, lacy stocking tops as she moved.
 She looked just so stunning and sophisticated.  I tried to think of the
last time I dressed as blatantly sexual as that, “not since my honeymoon,”
I thought.  Thank goodness this game was to be played only in our hotel
room.

“Our food is waiting Katie my darling,” and Mary grabbed my hand, leading
me out the door of our sanctuary towards the elevator.

I was ready to die.  There was no way I could be seen wearing this shirt. 
Mary, ever the thoughtful “Mommy”, presented my work blazer.  “Put this on
my little slut.”

I gladly, thankfully, wrapped myself in that concealing coat.  “Ma’am, I
thought we were going to eat?”

“Yes dear, we are.  Now be quiet unless I tell you to speak.”

Ma’am whisked me into the elevator and out through the lobby to a waiting
limousine.  She opened the rear door and offered her hand to assist my
entrance to the limo, ‘Just the perfect gentleman,’ I thought.  She
quickly followed me into the sumptuous, cocoon-like environs of my
Cinderella carriage.  ‘Off to the ball!  Or off to get balled?’ I chuckled
to myself.

“This is your special night Katie, I want you to let go and allow me to
show you how I will care for you.  I want you to know that you are my
special little girl, and to trust my judgment in bringing you pleasure of
all types.”  Mary was laying claim to me...telling me that ‘Mommy knows
best,’ and that I needed to make decisions tonight.

She never hinted of coercion, or threats.  This was to be my decision,
100%.  Either I was to be her lover, or not.  Either I would allow my
beautiful teacher to control me, or not.  Either I would become “little
Katie,” or not.  Either I was to be “Mommy’s Pussy,” or not.

“Ma’am, I want to be your special little girl, I want to be my “Mommy’s
Pussy”...please,” is said in a quiet, soft tone.  

My womanly treasure was on fire as I said these words.  I could see in my
minds eye being paraded through the streets wearing my t-shirt proclaiming
what I had become, and loving it.  I needed this release--the total
abandonment of my will to another--to be cared for by this loving,
dominant personality.

Mary leaned into me and gave a soft, wet kiss.  “I’ll make everything
alright darling, all you need to do is let go,” she whispered into my ear.
 “And, remember that ‘Dean Martin’ is still there for you.”

“Now, take that silly coat off...it’s just us girls,” Mary stated in a
most demanding tone.

I sheepishly removed the blazer, and became very aware that I wore a shirt
whose message could not be mistaken.

Mary pushed a button on her armrest consol and the window separating our
cocoon from the driver opened with a rapidity that did not allow me to
cover the shirt I wore.

“We need to be at this address by 9:30,” Ma’am stated to the female
driver, handing her a slip of paper.

The driver locked eyes on my t-shirt and I saw her break into a knowing,
possibly envious grin.

“Yes mistress.”

“And, Laura is it?  Be sure to keep us on level roads.  Is everything in
order for our journey?”

“Yes Ma’am, everything you requested is in order for your journey this
evening.”

‘My god,’ I thought, Laura’s eyes never left my breasts as she responded. 
Was she like me?  She seemed to know how to properly respond to Mary’s
inquiries.

“Good.  That will...”

“Ma’am,” the driver interrupted, “if there is any other service I may be
of assistance with this evening...”

“Laura, you’re out of place,” Mary cut her off in a stern tone; “you know
better my dear.”

“Yes Ma’am,” the driver sheepishly acknowledged.

And with that brief exchange, my dear teacher pressed the button to raise
the partition separating us from the inquisitive Laura.


Chapter XI

Mary opened various compartments within our cocoon.  She presented a feast
of seafood for our glorious meal.  My dear Mary fed me bite after bite of
the most exquisite delights from the sea: scallops wrapped in crisp
seaweed; lobster claw meat in a delicate, yet rich saffron sauce; huge
shrimp boiled in Bay seasoning; cool, meaty raw oysters with a touch of
horseradish; and a bottle of 1988 Dom Perignon Rose (I still have the
label...as well as many others from my lesbian spoiler).

Never in my life...never ever, ever did I have a lover who spoiled me with
such extravagance.

I felt as though I were the most desirable little pussy on the planet. 
Mary was doing everything right.  Not only taking control of my sexuality,
but showing my neglected housewife soul what true romance could be.  The
more she fed me and touched me and caressed me, the more my will was
released to her control.  I was truly becoming “Mommy’s Pussy.”

We slowly melted a light, sweet watermelon sorbet onto our tongues while
driving past the monuments of our city; the sights that I always resisted
as being “touristy”, but everything was beautiful, full of light and magic
and wonder.  I felt Mary stroke my neck and ears as I stared in child-like
amazement at the city I never knew.

“Katie,” she paused, “look at me dear.”

I turned towards my mentor as she presented me her breasts over the
neckline of her dress, the small gold rings that pierced her nipples
flashing glints of light as we moved through the streets.

“Are you ready for your dessert darling?”

My heartbeat and breathing immediately quickened.  I could feel my pretty
little pussy start to dampen as I openly gaped at Mary’s beautiful tits. 
“Yes Ma’am,” I said breathlessly, “yes, I’m ready for my dessert.”

“Then get on the floor you little slut.  Get on you knees in front of me,”
my dear teacher said in a commanding tone.

I slid from the warm, soft leather onto the plush, padded floor of the
limousine.  I started to unsnap my jeans when Mary abruptly stopped me,
“No dear, you stay dressed,” she demanded.

I watched as Mary hiked-up her dress, leaned-back against her seat and
lewdly spread her legs before me.  My gaze instantly traveled to her
smooth, wet cunt.  Her labium was swollen with desire.

“Do I excite you little Katie?” she demanded.

“Yes Ma’am, you excite me very much.”

“Do my lips excite you?” she asked, while lightly stroking the shining
pieces of heaven surrounding her mouth.

“Yes Ma’am, your lips excite me,” I said while imaging the bliss they
would bring to my affection-starved body.

“Do my tits excite you, my nasty little girl dyke?” she said as she tugged
the small gold rings piercing her nipples.  I just stared, almost panting,
kneeling obediently at the feet of my tormentor, my lover.  Her nipples
hardened and extended to a length I didn’t think possible.

“Oh god,” I moaned, “Yes.  Yes, Mary your tits excite me very much.”  My
pussy cream had soaked through my panties and I felt that I was on the
verge of an orgasm.

I watched as Mary moved her hands at an agonizingly slow pace towards her
cunt.  I eagerly awaited her next question.  Of course I knew what my
response would be, ‘yes, yes, yes your cunt inflames me Mary,’ I
anticipated.  Mary’s hands glanced past her pretty, puffy cunt and
traveled down her thighs.  She quickly hooked her hands on the inside of
her knees and drew her legs up behind her shoulders.  I came.  I came as I
watched the flower of her wet, pink cunt open before my eyes.  I came
while I marveled as her cunt pulsed open...inviting me to delve into the
pleasure I knew awaited me there.

Mary’s fingertips traveled lower still, slowly caressing the area around
and over her anus.

“Does Mommy’s asshole excite you little Katie?” she teased.

“Oh Mary, what are you doing to me?  Please, please,” I was almost sobbing
in my need to know the joy of pleasuring my tormentor.  “Yes mommy, your
asshole makes me very excited,” I stammered incoherently.

She chuckled knowingly as her fingers moved towards her cunt.  My gaze
stayed glued to those lucky fingers as she ever so slowly penetrated
herself, ever so slightly.

“Does Mommy’s cunt excite her little girl?” she whispered.

Her whispering just intensified my desire; it was our secret, our naughty
game.  My lust for my dear Mary exploded in yet another orgasm.  “How can
this amazing woman do this to me, without ever touching my body, but only
my mind?” I thought.

“Oh mommy, can your little girl PLEASE taste your cunt?” I pleaded,
“Please Mary, I have to know.  Your cunt, your asshole, your tits, your
lips, all of you excites me...PLEASE MOMMY,” I was close to shouting my
desire.  I desperately needed to taste Mary.

I could feel the street passing beneath us.  I could see the lights of the
city flashing past.  I could smell the joyous aromas of womanly sex as
Mary pointed to her anus, “Kiss me here little Katie,” she insisted.

My lust for this woman--my teacher, my tormentor, my lover--was released. 
An act that I would have thought disgusting and depraved only hours before
now seemed second nature.  I moved my hands to Mary’s smooth bum cheeks to
steady my decent; my mouth engulfed her delicate, pink anal opening.  My
submission to Mary was complete.  I would do anything for her. I needed to
be controlled by her.

Ma’am reached out and gently held the sides of my head as I explored her
anus with my lips and tongue.  “That’s it my little slut, eat mommy’s
asshole.  Oh, yes, yes, yes...” she sighed heavily while pulling my entire
face further into her body.  My nose, eyes and forehead were treated to
Mary’s womanly musk and wetness flowing freely from her cunt.

“Put your tongue inside my asshole now Katie,” Mary gasped.

I did as my teacher asked and made a small point of my tongue tip and
slowly penetrated her anus.  Mary started rocking her hips up and down,
causing my tongue and lips to go farther and farther into her bum.

She placed her left hand on the back of my head and forcefully grabbed my
hair; she then started to rub her clitoris with her right and increased
her rocking tempo.  Mary was alternately pulling and pushing my head in
measure with her rocking hips.

“Buttfuck me, buttfuck me, buttfuck me, buttfuck me, buttfuck me, buttfuck
me,” she chanted the rhythm of our passion.

“Come on you nasty little girl, buttfuck mommy’s asshole with your nasty
little tongue,” she screamed

“Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it,”
she was increasing the tempo of her chanting and rocking.  I was holding
on for dear life to the back of Mary’s thighs.

I felt the ring of muscle around Mary’s anus suddenly relax and start
rapid contractions on my tongue.

Mary grabbed my hair and moved my mouth over her flowing, fragrant cunt,
“eat my fucking cunt hole you little dyke,” she screamed at the top of her
lungs.

Her finger moved at ever increasing speed over her now engorged and
distended clitoris.

Her hips rocked ever faster.  Mary pressed my mouth harder and harder
against her pulsing wet cunt.

“Suck my cunt harder Kate,” she yelled.

I opened my eyes to see Ma’am’s eyes burning with her passion for me.  She
was puffing her breath faster and faster, harder and harder.  Her face,
neck and upper chest were flush with color.

We locked our gaze as Mary demanded through clenched teeth, “swallow my
cunt cream dyke.”

I felt her body tremor and tremble, her finger stopped moving, and she let
out a long, stuttering sigh.  Then, the most amazing thing happened; her
cunt opened to immense proportions and started pulsing her thick, syrupy
cunt sauce into my mouth.  I was overwhelmed by the volume and did my best
to swallow her fragrant juice.  It coated my tongue and my face.  As she
released her orgasm into my accepting mouth, I groaned my own orgasm back
into my teacher’s womanly folds.

Mary held my head in place for a few moments, not moving, just holding me
still.  Her breathing was returning to normal.  Her hands lightly, ever so
gently stroked my hair and face.  “Clean me with your tongue darling;
slowly, very slowly.  Like a kitten cleans its paws,” Mary ordered.

I licked her thighs, her bottom, her anus, and the outer folds of her
cunt, but Mary pushed me away from her clitoris, “Not there darling.  Not
now.”

She let her legs drop and offered her hand to me as she pulled me onto the
seat next to her.  “Kate, that was lovely,” she beamed.  Mary drew me into
her arms and softly kissed my mouth.  “Oh Mary, you taste so...mmmmm.  I
never imagined you would climax like that.  You absolutely soaked me,” I
said, stroking the neckline of my t-shirt and pointing to the obvious
wetness staining my chest.

“I guess I should have warned you,” Mary giggled.

“No, I loved it.  It was so...so...unexpected and delicious.”

I watched as Mary lifted her breasts back inside her dress, tugged her hem
down and generally straightened herself around.  Her breathing had
returned to normal--although mine hadn’t--and she smiled warmly at me once
she was back in her seat and relaxed.

“You are a naughty young lady, aren’t you Katie.  But, I guess lady isn’t
the right word...” she trailed off, lost for a proper description for her
new toy.

“Dean Martin,” I said abruptly.

“Oh!” Mary was surprised. “What’s wrong Kate?” she inquired.

“I need to ask you a serious question Mary.”

“Of course my darling Kate.”

“Am I just a brief distraction for you?  If I am then I need to know,
please.”

“No darling, my intent is for you to be part of my life.  I made a
decision back at the coffee shop.  Otherwise I would have never invited
you back to the hotel.  I like you Kate--really, truly--I like you as a
person first, then as a lover; which, by the way, you are a very talented
lover.  I see a lot of me in you.  I think you have many of the emotional
needs that first led me to girl love.  I want to lead you through the
confusion, and show you the joy and release you can achieve by being ‘a
little girl’ for a ‘mommy.’

“Really?” I said softly.

“Yes dear Kate...really.  I want to be your lover, your teacher, and your
‘mommy’ for as long as you’ll have me,” Mary stated with a confidence and
determination I’d never heard from any lover.  I was falling in love with
my beautiful Mary.  I looked into her clear, bright, blue eyes and knew
that what she said was true.  “I love you Mary,” I then started sobbing
lightly as she drew my body into her arms, “I know Katie.  I know my
darling.”

I felt at peace. My fears continued to erode, and my desires to please my
“mommy” were all but set in stone.

----End Part III of GFBM-----

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