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Archive name: cynthia.txt (FF, spank, strap-on-love) 
Authors name: MODESTO MAMA SUB (modestomamasub@aol.com)
Story title : Hungry Mouths: My time with Cynthia 

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Hungry Mouths: My time with Cynthia 
By MODESTO MAMA SUB (modestomamasub@aol.com)

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"Hungry mouths always find each other."

We were married with husbands that no longer thrilled us 
and had 3 children between us. Cindy a BBW with long 
blonde locks sang in a band some weekends, and that was 
what made her seem exciting in the beginning. She had 
been seeing me for massage at my home office. And that is 
how we met.

The first time Cynthia visited me at my home, we were 
alone in my computer room with the door shut. My hubby's 
was at work, and the kids were visiting my sister in San 
Francisco. Her hungry kisses convinced me I wanted her; 
she made me hot. I hadn't even been this horny for a man 
in years. When she asked me "Are you wet?" 

I pulled off my jeans and said, "Why don't you check and 
see?" Flush with excitement she watched my bare bottom in 
the mirror behind me. Her excited finger examined me down 
there. She pushed me down on the floor and she continued 
to finger me. She met my mouth with hot hungry kisses. 
She fondled with my breasts without asking, just took 
charge. When I whispered her name, she glanced up from my 
crotch, a delirious face full of sexual heat, she kissed 
me over and over till I climaxed. 

Cynthia and I prefer to be married for practical reasons, 
but the passion for our husbands isn't there anymore. She 
shares her passion with me. Cynthia is a very dominant 
BBW who always has her hair and nails done at the salon, 
wears expensive ladies clothing, and calls herself a Dom. 
I must cater to the desires of the Dom. She likes to 
role-play where she is the nurse and I am the patient. Or 
she is the Mother and I am a little child. Either way she 
is always in control of the game. 

I have submitted to this format too long to change 
without upsetting my Mama Dom. She loves to pull me close 
to her in the car, in a parking lot, wherever we are, and 
give me tongue kisses that excite me so much I can hardly 
cope with anything because I'm wondering when--how soon-- 
we will be in a room alone where she will satisfy me. She 
always leaves our sessions making sure I am completely 
satisfied. And this is her power over me. 

Her teasing kisses make sure I wont stray to anyone else, 
because I will focused on nothing else but having her 
work me over with her techniques till I climax, and I 
never know how many days this will be. Again, a good use 
of her power. One of her fetishes is to pull my jeans 
down to my knees and lay me over her big pillowy lap and 
spank my bare bottom with a ruler. When she is on a roll 
she spanks hard.

I wonder if she really means to hurt me or just wants to 
build my fever for her----and then my tears come. She is 
strong and I can't get away. I weigh 100 lbs, to her 250. 
She is a big, big Mama Dom, 5' 10" and I don't like to 
cross her. If I do, she spanks me too hard, or withholds 
my climax till she is satisfied with my apology for 
whatever it is I have done to offend her. Yet for every 
special gift-giving occasion, she has a present for me of 
some sort. Often I send her flowers just to be sure our 
session that night goes smoothly. My friend Barbara says 
I need to leave Cynthia. But we are caught up in a crazy 
head-trip with each other. We fit into each other's 
passions.

One day at the Ocean Inn, we had just finished a walk on 
the beach when Cynthia decided we would play nurse back 
at our room. A fireplace warmed our cozy retreat; we 
opened the drapes enough to watch the ocean waves pound 
the shore. Wearing a nurses uniform, she removed my 
clothing slowly, methodically, putting things away, 
watching the whole time to see how it affected me, a 
wicked look in her eye and she finally tucked me under 
the blankets, but not before she rolled me over and 
paddled my petite ass with the sole of her leather shoe 
to wilt any defiance I might show.

"I'm the nurse, its time for your exam, Missy," she said 
smiling down at me as her hands molested me thoroughly, 
satisfying herself anyway she pleased while her mouth 
gave me hungry kisses. I was her candy store. She pinched 
my nipples hard while two of her fat fingers penetrated 
my pussy and fucked me till I nearly came. I moaned and 
signaled my approval. But before I could have my reward, 
she felt my forehead.

"You don't seem to be lubricating enough Honey, I'm going 
to see if you have a fever and need a bulb enema." She 
went over to the suitcase holding our toys, and got the 
Vaseline and baby thermometer. Shaking it down, she sat 
down on the bed and ordered me across her lap. 

"Come to Mama." She said in a loud firm voice, with 
plenty of sexy inflections. As an adult I had NEVER had 
my temperature taken rectally! My face was beet red and I 
felt my cheeks burning, just like my butt. 

Cynthia had a smirk on her pretty face. For the first 
time I could see how much she liked to humiliate me. This 
made me even hornier, and I began throbbing down below. I 
sobbed a few minutes, begging her to let me come, then I 
lay submissively and obediently over her lap, soft as a 
pillow, while she fucked my ass with her ice-cold 
thermometer. She touched a vibrator to the tip of the 
thermometer that was buried in my ass, and a pleasant 
thrill went through me. I rested my head and wondered 
what all she had in store for me.

I wasn't sure I could handle too many surprises in one 
day. She had striped down to her black lace teddy. 
"Doesn't that feel nice?" I got a mouth full of titty and 
fingered what I could reach of her clit--- we were off to 
the races.

In the past Cynthia was an executive, she knows what 
makes up professional behavior and how to intimidate 
subs. Her body is nicely shaped and soft, and she has the 
most angelic face. I often say I need to put wings on her 
picture. Her hands are pretty, soft, smooth, tender, 
delicate, and well manicured. She has careful hands like 
those of a nurse.

Her steely green eyes freeze me in position, like a deer 
in headlights. She calls herself a Dom. She enjoys making 
me cry. The fun for her is to get control of the 
situation. The fun for me is to have her take charge and 
give me my very therapeutic orgasms, which I never get at 
home anymore. My job is to excite her!! Oh beautiful Mama 
Dom --she's so exciting!

On one of our rare afternoons we found a time and place 
to be alone. She said she was upset with me and was going 
to punish me. "YOU HAVE IT COMING LYNNE!" she said 
angrily. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted the 
top of her thigh to let me know she was ordering me 
across her lap, as she pulled me by the wrist, she lay me 
across her lap. Said I deserved a spanking for failure to 
return her calls in a timely fashion. I was looking 
forward to the spanking but dreading it. "Mama is so 
angry with YOU, little Missy!" 

Then she took off 2 lavender silk scarves and tied my 
wrists and ankles. She swatted my bottom with a ruler 
till the stinging began stimulating me and I was 
beginning to lubricate. I wiggled around to escape the 
pain. She told me to be still or I would be a "VERY SORRY 
LITTLE GIRL!" and switched to spanking me with her open 
hand, diamond rings glistening.

I asked her to stop but its to no avail once Cynthia 
makes her mind up to punish me. Laying me flat on my 
back, she pulled back her silk robe to reveal a strap on 
appliance, and got between my legs with it. She eased it 
into my pussy and took some strokes inside me, but before 
I could come, she forced it carefully up my ass and 
sodomized me till she was satisfied. The wicked lust 
filled her face with glee. I was dying to cum. I cried 
and asked her, "Please! Make me come soon Cynthia!"
 
As soon as she was convinced my tears were real she 
released my wrist restraint---pulled me up to her lips 
and dried my tears --- said sweet things. She positioned 
me for a 69 with her and we licked each others shaved 
clits. All the walls had broken down between us. Love 
words gushed as she placed us just so, that I might 
access her breasts. I stared at the firm beautiful 
flawless twin globes.

I sucked and kissed her breasts and nipples with abandon, 
first one then the other. (Our excitement was over the 
top.) I did my best to satisfy her. Then she sat on the 
edge of the bed with me astraddle her lap facing her. She 
fondled my slick pussy and ass and kissed the top of my 
head, held me tight. My arms circled her neck as I sucked 
her flawless tits. We both came hard as I rode her thigh 
to orgasm (her fingers tucked into me from the rear) and 
I fucked her pussy with the vibrator while sucking those 
Double D nips as I went. We lay on the bed and luxuriated 
in our release.

"Come to Mama, Baby," she said softly as we cuddled under 
the comforter, I lay my head on her shoulder. Sleep was 
upon us. The fireplace flickered gently as we went under.

Unfortunately Cindy is no longer in my life. I need a new 
Mama Dom to love. Write me. You wont be sorry :)

END

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