Lustful Ladies, Volume 1 Read Free Page A

Martha’s dirty magazines come to pixelated life. There wasn’t a BFI Top 100 Film amongst the entire filthy, girly lot.  
    Martha spotted me dissembling her video library, and steamed towards me. I giggled wildly and hurled a pair of hardcore cases at her. Only this time, when I tried to squirt away from her grasping hands, she caught onto one of my little ankles and jerked me back.
    I squealed like a stuck piglet, frantically trying to paddle forward on my hands and one good knee. Who knew what other kinky secrets I’d innocently discover on my rampage? I was about to find out, Martha showing me the way.
    “Bad girl!” she chided, swatting me on my bottom. Then she dragged me by both legs back over to her bed.
    I was pulled along the floor flat on my face and tummy. I screamed and shrieked and clawed at the carpet, kicking my legs out in Martha’s strong hands. My t-shirt rode up to my chin, my bare boobs getting a buzzing good carpet-burn.
    Martha dropped down onto the edge of her bed and dragged me up over her bare knees. “You’re a bad little baby for getting into mommy’s things and making such a mess!”
    She yanked down my shorts. My bum cheeks popped out like twin scoops of vanilla jello. Martha smacked my bare bottom.
    I instantly stopped wriggling. My butt cheeks flared with the sting of Martha’s hand—and something perverted like pleasure. Her hand cracked down again, and I yelped, and quivered, my bum jiggling with feeling, my body juicing with emotion. Martha spanked me firmly, warmly, repeatedly. I gasped with each and every swat, butt cheeks and body burning, nipples and pussy brimming.
    I coiled around her thighs, pressing my bare breasts into her leg on one side, my bared pussy into her leg on the other side. The motherly blows of her hand on my rump guided my nipples and slit and clit up against her hot legs, thrilling me even more. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was feeling. It was discipline and delight all mixed up with mommy punishment-worship. All I knew was I liked it and didn’t want it to end.
    Martha felt the squirt against her thigh when she smacked my glowing bottom one final time. “Has baby gone and wet herself?” she said, almost sympathetically.
    I twisted my head around and looked up at her, my face flaming like my bum, tears in my eyes. She pulled me right up into her lap and wiped away my tears, then laid me out on my back on her bed, my legs dangling over the side. My butt sizzled against the cool material of the bedspread, my pussy simmering.  
    Martha stood up and grasped my shorts at my knees and pulled them right off. “You are wet, aren’t you?” she said, looking down at my pussy.
    I smiled shakily and stuck a finger in my mouth, feeling the trickle between my legs and the throb of my clit under my matted pubes, on display before another woman’s eyes. Martha pulled a towel out of one of the dresser drawers I hadn’t gotten to and rubbed it over my pussy. I jumped, jolted by her touch on my most intimate parts, the texture of the fuzzy towel on my furry sex.
    “Let’s get you nice and dry. Then mommy will feed you.”
    Martha rubbed between my legs, pressing deep down on my slit, mopping me dry for a moment. Until I surged and seeped with more juice, gazing up at her smiling face and pointing nipples, basking in the heated, dizzy sensation of her stroking my pussy. This was bad mommy/good mommy the best I’d ever experienced it before. My emotions roiled all over the spectrum. I was already confused enough by it all without her mentioning something about feeding .
    Martha dropped the wet towel and climbed onto the bed with me. She crawled all the way up to the headboard and then leaned back against it. “Come into mommy’s lap, baby girl,” she said. “Time for your feeding.”
    I craned my neck and rolled my eyes up at her. She hoisted up her t-shirt, showing me her boobs. They were taut and conical, tanned golden-brown like the rest of her body, capped