Pam woke up, and as she remembered what day it was, a smile crept across her lips.

Earlier in the week, her owner had decreed that she would not fuck Pam until Wednesday. That had been Sunday night, and now, with Monday and Tuesday past, today would be the first time in a long time she would feel that magnificent cock opening her up.

It's been too long...

Her pussy clutched at the thought of that formidable beast sheathing itself there. Such a thing had happened countless times, and now her body was attuned to such invasion.

I'll probably cum right when she first puts it in me...

A finger teased at her entrance, but she resisted the urge to touch herself.

Instead, she slid carefully down towards the foot of the bed, not wanting to wake either of her bedmates.

That formidable beast was not at its full size, as the shemale was fast asleep.

But the two ebony testicles underneath it drew her attention.

The housewife closed her lips over them, her eyes fluttering at the familiar musk there. Her tongue danced over the crinkled flesh, bathing it in saliva. The view before her was of the smooth and muscular expanse of her owner's figure, this dark-skinned goddess of a woman, strong, regal, beautiful, well worthy of the adoration being lavishing upon her. Drool ran from her mouth as she slurped wetly, her taste buds aflame with the rich essence that was Tanya.

Those dark eyes opened soon from that eager obeisance.

"Good morning," came a half-awake purr.

Pam did not reply, focusing instead on worshipping those balls.

That smile that had crept over her as she had realized what day it was did not go unnoticed.

"What are you smiling so widely about?" the shemale asked curiously.

Pam drew back from her prizes at the question, glancing appraisingly at the flesh left gleaming with spit before looking up at Tanya.

"Today's Wednesday."

The shemale arched an eyebrow.

"And what does that mean?"

"You're going to fuck me today."

That eyebrow stayed arched.

"Says who?"

"You. When you punished me on Sunday. You said you wouldn't fuck me until Wednesday. And that's today."

The shemale shook her head.

"I didn't say that."

Pam tilted her head in confusion.

"Um...yes, you did. You don't remember punishing me?"

"Of course I do. But what I said was that I wouldn't fuck you for three days, not that I wouldn't fuck you until Wednesday. I never said when I would fuck you again."

Sensing disappointment around the corner, the housewife pressed on.

"So, are you going to- "

"Pam," the shemale said, cutting off the question.

"Y-yes?"

"The more time you spend talking, the less time you spend with your mouth where it belongs. Understand?"

There was a brief desire within Pam, one that would have made her plead with the shemale, trying to convince her owner that she should fuck her today, that she deserved such a mercy.

But it was easily quashed.

"Yes, Tanya."

"You're still talking."

"Sorry," Pam said meekly, quickly leaning forward to suck at those balls.

The shemale sighed in satisfaction, stroking at the housewife's hair.

After a few minutes, she spoke up.

"I'll let you cum today," came the decree, her tone of voice almost disinterested, "if you want to."

It took only a few moments for Pam to decide.

I want the next time I cum to be with her inside me.

"You're up, Pam!" one of her fellow teachers told her.

She strode up to the lane, and took her turn, the others cheering for her.

Bowling was a favorite pastime of hers, one that she had passed on to her kids, one that John had never quite enjoyed as much as her or them. Their neighborhood alley had recently closed, and she was often nostalgic for the evenings she had spent there, playing several games, eating greasy food, and singing along to the tinny music playing through the old sound system.

Her pins went down in short order, so she glanced around for Tanya. The shemale had snuck off since her last turn.

"Where's Tanya?" one of the others asked. "She's going to miss her turn."

Pam spotted her after a few moments, over at the main desk, chatting with a young, attractive alley employee. As she ambled over, she watched the interaction, the shemale confident and smooth in her conversation, the young woman smiling and laughing freely, only turning away from Tanya as Pam neared.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked politely, but Pam shook her head, returning the politeness with a smile.

"No, I'm okay. But Tanya, you're up, it's your turn."

"Oh, thanks Pam."

Tanya followed the housewife back to their lane.

As she watched her owner bowl, Pam reflected on the day.

Tanya had never said that she would or would not fuck her today, but the housewife had accepted the increasingly possible scenario where she would have to wait until tomorrow for deliverance.

Unless she doesn't fuck me then either...

The housewife swallowed nervously, trying her best to tamp down those thoughts.

It'd be well within her rights to not fuck me at all this week...although I really hope she does.

While getting dressed after the usual morning escapades, Pam had been instructed again to insert the butt plug and the vibrator. Just as yesterday, it had been excruciating sitting through the various presentations while the vibrations varied from high to low and every level in between. Despite Tanya's declaration that she could cum, she had done her best not to, not just due to the potential embarrassment of orgasming in public but also, and mostly, due to the desire to have her next orgasm come with her owner inside her.

Thankfully, she had been allowed to leave both instruments in their hotel room for this conference-sponsored activity.

Tanya finished her turn, and headed back towards the main desk, the girl there greeting her warmly.

The housewife watched the interaction for a moment. There was only curiosity in her gaze, no jealousy there at all.

It only took a few moments before one of the other teachers drew her into their conversation, and she turned away to join them.

Pam and Tanya lay in bed, leisurely making out, in a state of half-nakedness.

After coming back from the bowling alley, they had put on the TV to watch whatever was on. The youngest member of their trio was out with friends from the area. Although the idea had been just to watch TV, it had eventually become the two of them canoodling. There was no urgency in their actions, only an affectionate, appreciative embrace, and sweet, passionate kisses.

A soft purr spilled from the housewife as she pressed herself into her owner, feeling the outline of that hard cock nudge against her through Tanya's shorts.

Although she was past fifty, Pam kept herself fit, which garnered her the occasional appraising glance from men. And after twenty-plus years of marriage, the sexual attraction between John and her had not diminished in the slightest.

So, she did not lack for interest and attention.

But it was still intoxicating to know that Tanya found her so irresistible. The shemale was all over her, one hand at her hip, the other running up and down her bare back. The way that those fingers squeezed at her was wonderful, an unnecessary but no less welcome reminder of her station, how she was this woman's possession. As they made out, those lips and that tongue maintained the upper hand, assertive and authoritative, controlling the pace of the kiss.

Pam moaned, squirming against her owner. Both women were naked from the waist up, bare breasts rubbing against each other, the housewife's pale, pert set juxtaposed with the shemale's fuller, darker-hued mounds. While the shemale had changed into a pair of gym shorts, the housewife still had on the jeans she had worn to the bowling alley.

"Want some wine, babe?" Tanya asked her then.

"Mm, okay," the housewife said, giggling as Tanya planted a kiss on her shoulder before clambering off the bed.

Pam lounged, watching the shemale pad across the room to the minifridge, very quickly missing her presence, her warmth, her body.

When Tanya returned a few minutes later, with two wine glasses filled partway, that yearning was noticeable.

But instead of indulging it, she stayed at the foot of the bed, smirking in bemusement.

"Touch yourself," came the command.

The housewife immediately undid her jeans and sent a hand into her panties to stroke at her already slick sex. Three fingers curled into that damp heat, stimulating the walls within. The power of that gaze was an aphrodisiac in its own right; her owner's attention was fixed on her, that small smirk still on those lips. She moved her other hand to her breasts, the pleasure always ratcheting up whenever they were brought into the mix.

At the sight of such unabashed neediness, Tanya chuckled, and put the glasses down on the desk. Her phone, charging nearby, was snatched up and pointed at the housewife.

"Say hi to John."

Pam cooed at the mention of her husband.

"Hi, my love, I miss you," she murmured, her arousal mounting at the thought of him watching this.

Tanya laughed.

"She does miss you, all right. But she's as obedient as ever. I told her to touch herself, and she right away shoved a hand into her panties. Look at the little slut."

The narration made her groan. The wetness of her womanhood squished around her fingers. Her back arched, heels digging into the bed as she bucked her hips.

"Who owns you?" came the question from the shemale, smirking in anticipation of the answer.

"You do, Tanya, you do," came the breathless declaration from the housewife, her pleasure building rapidly.

"Hear that, John?" the shemale said playfully. "She's your wife, but she's my slut."

It was too exhilarating of a situation, masturbating before her owner and her husband. The sensations grew too hot, too strong, too potent, so she brought her fingers out from her panties, bringing them to her mouth to suck at them, quivering at the flavor of her own cream.

"Why did you stop?" Tanya asked. "I told you that you could cum if you wanted to."

Pam shook her head, biting her lip.

"I want the next time I cum to be with you inside me."

The shameless answer made the shemale laugh, the sound bright and joyful, inspiring a saucy giggle from the blushing housewife.

"You might have to wait a while for that," came the rejoinder.

"I'll wait as long as you make me wait."

Her response was met by another laugh, and then Tanya turned the camera around to look into it.

"She is the perfect slut."

After that playful comment, and a mischievous wink, she put her phone back on the desk, and rejoined Pam on the bed, handing over a glass of wine. Their glasses clinked together lightly, and they drank.

The shemale crawled up to the headboard and laid back against it, beckoning the housewife to her with a crooked finger.

Their attention returned to the television for a few minutes, the show there entertaining enough to distract them as they sipped wine and enjoyed each other's company.

And then Alex returned.

"I'm back!" she sang, the door opening and closing loudly behind her.

She slipped off her shoes, dropped her purse, and climbed impatiently onto the bed. The duo watched her approach, the lushness of her cleavage on full display in her low-cut dress.

"Welcome back," Pam said warmly, greeting her with a kiss.

"I hope you guys didn't miss me too much," Alex slurred slightly, turning to kiss Tanya.

The shemale was more assertive than warm, pulling her in close, a hand landing on the young woman's backside, the other hand putting the glass of wine down to cradle the back of Alex's head as their kiss grew heated. Those curves squirmed at the embrace, the shemale's hand on her backside tugging up the hem of her dress to reveal round ass cheeks framing thong panties.

When the kiss ended, Tanya picked up the glass of wine again, and tilted it up to Alex's lips. The young woman drank deep; a trickle escaped to run down her chin but was licked up by the shemale.

The bulge in Tanya's shorts attracted the young woman's focus. With a sultry purr, she ducked down and kissed it through the fabric, giggling at the amused look on the shemale's face. Her hands went to the waistband, and she dragged it down, the spear of ebony meat popping out, so thick and firm, drawing Pam's eyes as well. The shorts were thrown to the floor, and Alex pounced, sucking and kissing at that ebony meat.

Tanya reached out to pull Pam against her, the housewife comfortable in this familiar position, watching her surrogate daughter-slash-fellow slut pleasing their owner. Even though she had yet to take that cock this week while the younger woman was given it so freely, there was no jealousy in the housewife, only an affectionate tenderness, her hand stroking lovingly at those silken tresses. Alex worked eagerly, dipping down to those crinkled testicles to leave kisses against the sacks, a hint of her pink lipstick left on the dark flesh when she made her way back up, her tongue running towards the head in a slow, languid, crisscross pattern. Once she reached that head, she sucked it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing briefly as she slurped at the pre-cum gathered there.

For a little while, the action in the room was slow and steady. The shemale watched the television, barely paying attention to the younger woman, except occasionally to join Pam in stroking at her hair. The housewife only had eyes for Alex, watching intently, proud of her younger lover and how unreservedly she was serving their owner. Those soft kisses and breathless slurps were loud, competing with the television for auditory supremacy. The ebony meat was gleaming with saliva, twitching slightly, another bead of pre-cum burbling forth. The style of stimulation switched sometimes, Alex taking the first few inches into her mouth and sucking at that amount, other times licking at the shaft in long, wet laps, occasionally dropping down to slurp at those testicles.

Tanya finally took control, interrupting the young woman's indulgence by rising onto her knees, gathering a fistful of Alex's hair, and shoving her cock into that gasping mouth. A low growl spilled from her, and then her hips began to rock forward.

That magnificent cock skewered those pink-hued lips, pushing deeper with every stroke. Alex moaned happily, her hips wiggling restlessly, ample flesh jiggling from the movement, her dress having ridden up more than enough to show that off.

"Take it, you little slut," Tanya said, leaning over her to land several slaps on that exposed ass, the young woman squealing at each one.

Next to her, still drinking her wine, Pam did not dare move her eyes from the display, wanting to catch every detail, the clenching of Tanya's ass as she drove forward, the fluttering of Alex's eyes at the feel of that cock sliding back and forth in her mouth, the lines of drool dripping down off her chin to land on the sheets, the bouncing of her breasts from the rhythm, the way those heavy orbs strained against the front of her dress as if threatening to break free.

"That's it, take it deeper, good girl..."

Alex sent a hand in between her thighs and into her panties.

Tanya drew back, the grip that she had on those tresses strong enough to keep Alex's needy nudge forward from reaching her cock.

"Get your hand out from there," the shemale drawled, "and don't touch yourself."

The young woman obeyed, that hand joining the other in taking hold of the bedsheet.

The pace continued with the same steadiness, not rough or rude or vicious as Tanya sometimes could be. Pam squirmed as her mind went back to the times when she had been the recipient of such treatment.

Even as her hips rocked forward against Alex's wide-open mouth, the shemale continued to drink her wine, taking long, appreciative sips. This slower sort of debauchery was easy for her to maintain, very little strength needed to repeatedly drive her cock into the young woman's gullet with those long, steady strokes. The young woman gurgled happily around the intrusions, her pale skin flushed a heady pink, her eyes bright with desire.

After the last bit of wine in her glass was swallowed down, Tanya held it out to Pam.

"More wine, babe."

The housewife took the glass and moved to obey.

When she came back to the bed, she caught sight of Alex's hand back inside her panties, moving more surreptitiously than before, as if the younger woman was trying to sneak the disobedience past the shemale.

Immediately, Tanya drew back from that mouth, an eyebrow arching up as the young woman cooed shamelessly.

"What did I just tell you about not touching yourself?"

Alex immediately removed her hand from her panties, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry," she murmured, "I just love it when you use me."

The shemale swung her hips forward, impaling that mouth again.

"Don't do it again," came the warning as those hips began to rock back and forth again.

Pam rejoined them on the bed, handing the glass of wine to Tanya, settling against the headboard to watch the action.

After a few moments, the shemale glanced over, her eyes raking along Pam's body, the housewife biting her lip at that attention.

"Take those jeans off, and your panties too," Tanya commanded, "I want to see that pretty little pussy."

The casual order and crass compliment made Pam blush. She quickly revealed the rest of her body to its owner, that gaze fixed on her so hot and intent, her blush brightening, almost as pink as the flushed hue that had replaced Alex's usual paleness. The wine helped to heighten her warmth, but it was mainly those eyes pinning her in place, the attention leading her to let her thighs fall open, the dripping slickness of her cunt on display.

"Give me a taste," came the next command.

Pam bit her lip, swiping two fingers over her drenched folds, collecting some cream. In the low light of the room, the stickiness glistened on her fingertips as she brought them up to Tanya's mouth. The shemale locked eyes with her as she sucked at the juices, a smirk forming at the corners of her lips.

"Delicious, as always."

That satisfied purr made the housewife squirm, more juices flowing forth from her cunt.

The steady pace that Tanya set in violating Alex continued. Her attention was still mainly on Pam, her eyes taking time in assessing her property, lingering along the firm flesh and sleek curves. The housewife greatly enjoyed that attention, feeling so beautiful, so sexy, her owner eager to take in the sight of her even while using Alex.

The young woman, meanwhile, tried to take advantage of how their owner's attention was elsewhere by letting a hand drift back into her panties.

Such disobedience did not go unnoticed by Pam, who found herself disappointed.

She should know better...but she is drunk, so she has less self-control than usually.

"Pam," Tanya said, "go get me my belt."

The still casual tone of voice might have indicated that she had not yet noticed Alex's flagrant disobedience, but as Pam slid off the bed, she noticed a flaring of Tanya's eyes, the hazel there brightening angrily.

When she brought the belt back, Tanya let herself once again slip from that mouth, lines of slimy drool connecting the two for a moment before falling off to land on the sheets.

"I thought I told you not to touch yourself," her voice cut through the silence, cold and still.

"Sorry," Alex babbled, letting that hand fall back onto the bed.

The grip on her hair that Tanya maintained was strong, and the young woman tugged subtly against it, hungry for that length of meat so close to her, eyes pinned to its formidability.
"You want it?" the shemale asked. "You want my cock?"

"Yes, please, I want it, give me that cock, please, Tanya..."

"Hands behind your back."

The young woman obeyed, and after a gesture from the shemale, the housewife looped the belt around her wrists and cinched it closed to keep them together.

"Tighten it," Tanya told Pam.

The slight hiss of pain that Alex let out made the housewife feel bad for a handful of seconds, but her allegiance to their owner won out easily over her motherly affection.

She does deserve to be punished.

"You want my cock?" Tanya asked again.

"Yes...please, I want your cock, please, Tanya..."

The shemale moved suddenly, dragging Alex towards the foot of the bed, no meaningful resistance able to be offered in her state. The bed shifted from the decisive action as Tanya then pushed Alex down onto her back, letting her head droop out into space. With a dismissive grunt, she then straddled the young woman's head, and sank her cock back between those gasping lips.

Instead of the steady, lazy pace that she had been indulging in, this rhythm was immediately vicious, those hips driving down roughly into that throat. Alex flailed and wriggled, her legs kicking up from the surprise assault, her chest heaving from the effort. Those breasts drew Tanya's attention; she tore at the neckline of the dress, a ripping sound coming as the fabric gave way, showing off those fat mounds, now only shielded by a bra that seemed to barely hold the generous bust in straining cups. With a yank, the bra was torn open, those heavy globes now lacking support, settling on the young woman's chest.

Their freedom gave Tanya convenient handholds, and she used them, gripping tightly to the breasts as her hips snapped back and forth. Pam watched from her position back against the headboard, disappointed in her surrogate daughter, also curious as to how Tanya would proceed with the punishment, if it would again be simple, unchecked debauchery instead of something more insidious, like what she had levied upon the housewife.

The unrelenting drumbeat of those ball whacking against Alex's face seemed to suggest the former. Tanya grunted and groaned, giving in to her anger and desire, ravaging the young woman's tender throat, squeezing at those breasts and crushing their soft flesh between her fingers. For better leverage, she tossed her leg up onto the bed, now rutting furiously. The young woman jerked and bucked, the noises she made muffled. Despite the surprising and sudden uptick in force, there was a large part of her still enjoying the treatment, as evidenced by the juices dribbling down her thighs.

"Disobedient slut," Tanya growled, her muscles rippling from the effort she put into the oral punishment.

Witnessing the ferocity that the shemale could bring to bear was always breathtaking. She pounded down like a lustful metronome, sheathing herself repeatedly, those testicles slapping against Alex's face. Pam could not stop herself from masturbating.

The punishment was a storm of roughness. Tanya did not let up and did not stop, even as Alex's gurgles grew nastier and wetter, becoming loud choking and retching sounds that might have worried Pam had she not already understood that Alex not only deserved this, but could weather this and come out on the other side better for it.

"Fucking take that cock," came another low growl from the shemale, her eyes wild with passion, her teeth gritted, her own breasts bouncing to the pace that she set.

All too quickly, the housewife was forced to remove her hand from her sex, as an orgasm had come too close. Sticky nectar clung to her fingers, so she sucked the cream off, shuddering at her own flavor and the sweetness and spiciness therein.

"Give me another taste," the shemale demanded.

She shoved the three fingers back inside herself, curling and crooking them to let her womanly juices coat the digits.

After a few seconds, she crawled along the bed, moving past Alex, the shemale pausing while buried to the base inside that overwhelmed gullet, her hands now moving off the reddened breasts, one wiping her brow, the other seizing Pam's hand by the wrist to bring those cream-coated fingers to her mouth. Her eyes fixed on the housewife as she sucked at those juices, slurping up every bit she could find.

Once her fingers were cleaned off, Pam was brought in for a kiss.

Neither of them paid any attention to the young woman.

Even when she began to squirm again from the lack of air, the two older women continued to kiss, focusing on each other rather than her. Pam was concerned, but not nearly enough to check on her, aware that her misery would end only when Tanya let it.

Her struggles grew wilder, but as she was incapacitated with her hands behind her back, there was nothing much she could do beyond frantic kicks and bucks from her lower half, which were far from enough to dislodge Tanya. The shemale continued to kiss Pam, a hand now rubbing along a stiff nipple, the housewife moaning, her pleasure ratcheting up from the attention to that highly sensitive part of her body.

And then Tanya broke the kiss to glance down at Alex, whose struggles were slowly growing weaker.

A slick sound issued out in the room as the shemale slid herself from that mouth. Lines of slimy drool dropped from that shaft as it retreated, landing squarely on the young woman's face, those youthful features already gleaming with combined fluids. When the last inch left, Alex immediately sucked down air, her face red and strained, her eyes watery with tears.

The shemale lifted her cock, and brought it down, the broad slab of flesh whacking against that round face. Alex squealed, still frantically gulping down as many breaths as she could. Another slap rang out, and then a third, and a fourth, after which the shemale took some time to rub the spit-and-precum-soaked length all over the young woman's face.

"I'm sorry, Tanya," Alex mewled pathetically.

With a nudge of her hips, Tanya rubbed her balls against those gasping lips. They opened, letting the round orbs inside.

"You'd better be," the shemale said darkly.

Her hands moved back to those breasts, this time gentler with their caresses. With that focus now largely on the young woman, the housewife was left to her own devices, and so she began to masturbate again, kneeling on the bed next to the proceedings.

The next few minutes were a respite for Alex, only made to suck and lick at those testicles. She was undeniably aroused by such service, her legs spreading wide, Tanya moving a hand off those breasts to pull her panties to the side, showing off the drenched folds underneath. The sight made that cock twitch, waiting to be plunged back into that throat, rising above Alex's face like a herald of the imminent resumption of the rougher portion of the punishment.

That resumption was abrupt.

Tanya pulled her balls back from those sucking lips and cut off Alex's sigh of desire by driving her throbbing meat over her tongue and into her throat. One thrust sent her to the base inside that gullet. The shemale threw a foot onto the bed again, and her hips drew back to pound forward again.

As the rude rhythm returned, the recent gentle stimulation at Alex's chest disappeared, replaced by slaps raining down, tormenting the pale flesh, leaving it pink, sometimes hitting directly on the fat nipples to provoke a muffled cry.

Pam was quickly forced to remove her fingers from her sopping slit to stave off an orgasm. The pleasure rose too high too soon with this illicit vista before her, her surrogate daughter taking this punishment, her luscious figure on display while she was ravaged. The sounds that she made were again borderline worrisome, choked whining and wet gagging, the result of her throat taking vicious thrusts.

Abuse was still happening at her chest, where Tanya slapped at the round orbs, sometimes punctuating a slap with a possessive squeeze, other times just bringing the hand back for another slap. Those lush breasts absorbed the treatment, jiggling and shaking, those nipples hard and needy, occasionally taking one of those slaps, that sharper sensation drawing a cry from Alex.

The punishment carried on, the pace unrelenting, a harsh treatment for the poor slut, her wretched mewling tugging at Pam's heartstrings even though she just sat back and watched.

"That's it, take that cock, right down your throat..." Tanya spat.

The struggles that Alex had offered earlier in this punishment were now nonexistent. All the young woman did was lie there, meek and docile, taking whatever abuse was given to her. The shemale gripped at those breasts again, using them as handholds, squeezing at the abundance there, dimpling it between her fingers.

Her hips pumped relentlessly, rutting down into that aching throat. Pam peeked over the edge of the bed, and in the moments when those hips pulled back, caught sight of Alex's face, glazed with a sheen of bodily fluids, more gooey lines of the same hanging off her forehead, some strands gluing her hair to her scalp. The look on her face was of dumb acceptance, no resistance offered even with a defiant expression.

Closer now to the action, right next to Tanya, the housewife could not help but appreciate her. That physique was a combination of strength and allure, toned muscles rippling from her efforts, full curves bouncing as well, a complementary dance. From her regal features to her well-manicured toes, every inch of Tanya was a delight, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, made more attractive now that it boasted a coating of that liquid musk. The housewife crawled closer, the movement drawing Tanya's eyes for a few moments. The furious lust there was a whorl of hazel fire, pinning her in place with its intensity.

But then Tanya reached out and pulled the housewife in for another kiss, fierce and fiery, the heat there enough to make her melt against her owner. The pace paused as they indulged.

The kiss broke so that Tanya could lean back, the fire in her eyes calming momentarily, now looking intently at Pam, studying the expression on her face.

"What do you want?" she asked curiously.

"I want to taste you," Pam murmured, eyes darting down to the trickles of sweat streaming down Tanya's collarbone.

"My cock?"

"No..."

As Tanya watched in curious amusement, the housewife reached out and let her finger drag along the stream of sweat, bringing it then to her mouth to slurp it up. The spiciness of her owner's essence made her eyes flutter.

"Ah," the shemale said in understanding, "well go ahead then."

With a happy purr, Pam leaned forward, kissing along Tanya's body, not following any specific path, simply hunting for more sweat that she could whorishly lick up, letting more of that singular flavor dominate her taste buds.

As the housewife continued to make her way along Tanya's figure, Alex was left to wait, that cock again hilted in her throat, not moving an inch, not budging even when her breath began to dissipate.

There was more sweat available to be slurped up. The housewife sought it out, lapping at the shemale's upper back, sucking at her breasts, capturing any and all errant trickles. The shemale found the lewd display amusing and let it continue for a little while.

The allowed indulgence was ended when Tanya drew back from Alex, her member revealing itself gradually. A gentle push sent Pam away, the housewife pouting for a moment at being deprived of her treat, but not complaining, only sitting on the bed, watching as Tanya hauled Alex up, the young woman wheezing for breath. Her face was a swamp of drool, pre-cum, and tears, the makeup that she had applied earlier now a mess, pink and black tracks left here and there.

"What are you?" Tanya asked her archly.

"Your slut..."

"Then act like it. I told you not to touch yourself. What did you do?"

"I...touched myself."

"That's right, you touched yourself."

"I couldn't help it, it felt so good to have you using me like that..."

The answer made a fire flare in Tanya's eyes, and she pulled the young woman closer via the grip she had on those long tresses, Alex whining from the roughness.

"I don't care. You do what I say. You don't get a pass just because something feels good. Got it?"

"Yes," the young woman said, trying her best to nod.

"Good. Now lay back down. I'm not done punishing you yet."

The moment that Tanya let go of her hair, Alex obeyed.

The punishment continued, the shemale sheathing herself in that throat, pumping away, growling and grunting, her hands returning to those breasts, squeezing and clutching at the flesh. Pam let a hand return to her sex.

There was more of that same savagery, more of that same ruthless rhythm, more of that same vicious treatment. The grip that Tanya had on those breasts was harsh, bruises forming here and there on the pale mounds. Her passage through that stretched gullet was loud and wet, as was the slick slap of her testicles against Alex's face. The young woman was limp, offering no struggles at this point. More of those nasty sounds came from her, loud retching, pitiful gagging, muffled choking, but it was less panicked, the young woman having come to understand that this was her lot.

When Tanya came, it was unceremonious, just one more thrust, and then a sigh of satisfaction. The cessation of activity, combined with the expression of ecstasy plastered across her face, made it obvious that she was spewing a wave of fresh spunk down into Alex's belly. The young woman squealed around the deluge, her hips jumping mindlessly.

"Take that load, take every drop..."

Pam squirmed, watching her owner cum down that throat, her fingers sticky with her cream but resting on her thigh lest she masturbate to an orgasm.

Once every drop was ejected, the shemale yanked herself from that gasping mouth, and hauled Alex up. Just as roughly, she threw the young woman down onto the bed. Without free hands to catch herself, Alex landed in a heap, grunting at the collision with the bed. The soft whines that followed activated a maternal instinct in Pam, and she moved up to Alex's side, kissing at her back, seeking to soothe her surrogate daughter.

Tanya had other plans, however.

An assertive grip wound into Pam's hair, and she was tugged back, that fierce gaze meeting her.

"She doesn't need to be comforted right now," the shemale snarled, "she needs to be punished. Get her ass ready for me."

Pam bit her lip, and the moment that Tanya let go of her hair, slunk down in between Alex's spread thighs. Those panties had already been yanked to the side, but now the housewife slid them off and tossed them aside. Her fingers clutched at the ass cheeks, spreading them to show off the crinkled sphincter in that cleft. The housewife set to work, licking and lapping at the asshole, preparing it for Tanya. Much like the shemale's essence, this flavor was so familiar to the housewife. Those soft whines became weak moans, the young woman reacting to the tender treatment, her hips shoved back at it.

After a few minutes of simply slurping at that tight asshole, the housewife sent her tongue through it, feeling the walls beyond twitching, drawing her deeper. More familiar territory beckoned, so she set herself to a steady pace, tongue-fucking her fellow slut, that delectable flavor smothering her taste buds.

A hand landed on her back; her owner stroked that swath of tensing flesh.

"Such a good girl. You could learn something from her, Alex, you really could."

The young woman moaned, her hips grinding back lazily at the intrusion.

"Yeah, Pam is quite the slut. It's a shame we've only met recently. There's so much I want to do to her."

The casual comments made the housewife purr, her efforts increasing as her owner kept a close watch.

I wonder what she wants to do to me...I can't wait to find out...

Her tongue worked enthusiastically inside those warm bowels. Alex cooed, body slumped down onto the bed, shivers running along those curves.

Burying her tongue in the younger woman's ass was always a treat, whether it was to prepare it for Tanya's incoming punishment or to eat a load of John's cum from it or anything in between.

But in this instance, it was a task given to her by her owner, a fact which was brought to her attention when Tanya spoke up.

"Alright, Pam, that's enough, I said get her ass ready, not eat it out."

The housewife moved aside swiftly, letting Tanya take her place.

"Keep that ass up," the shemale spat at Alex.

The young woman obeyed meekly.

And then Tanya's gaze switched back to Pam.

"Spread her cheeks for me."

Again, the housewife moved swiftly, her fingers digging into those mounds to make way for Tanya. That crinkled bud, nestled in the now revealed cleft, shone with spit, evidence of Pam's recent attention.

The shemale reached out and took a fistful of the young woman's hair.

"So," she began, tugging back at that fistful, making Alex squeal as her head was wrenched back, "Pam is kind of like your surrogate mom, huh?"

"Mm-hmm," came the response.

Another tug with that fistful of hair turned that response into another squeal.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," Tanya began, "and I'm not going to stop until I'm done. If I'm feeling merciful, maybe I'll let up a bit if it starts to hurt, but I wouldn't be too hopeful if I were you. And your surrogate mom over here, well, she won't even try to stop me at any point. Right, Pam?"

"Yes," the housewife murmured, shuddering at the edge coloring her owner's voice.

"And why is that?"

"Because you're in charge, not me."

"Hear that?" Tanya asked Alex, punctuating the question with another tug at her hair.

"Mm-hmm..."

"She may be your surrogate mom, and it's easy to see that she loves you very much, but she has no power here. She knows that, and so should you. Don't go pouting or crying because you think she'll make me take it easy on you. Shit, even if she got it in her head to try, she wouldn't be able to stop me. But I know she won't even try. She's good like that."

Alex whimpered, a note of fear in that pitiful noise. That fear made Pam's maternal instinct kick in, albeit with a whorish and submissive bent.

"Your punishment isn't over yet," she said, leaning down to kiss at her surrogate daughter's lower back, "but you can take it. You can take whatever she gives you, I know you can. Be a good girl for her."

Tanya chuckled at the encouragement, and let go of that fistful of hair, the young woman's upper half falling forward against the sheets.

As Pam kissed that swath of trembling flesh a few more times, the shemale moved up, cock in hand, and aimed at that vulnerable asshole. It was fully exposed, thanks to the grip that Pam maintained on those lush cheeks.

The broad head nudged against it, and with a slight effort, popped through. The housewife watched the first few inches slip through, the low groan from further up on the bed Alex's reaction to that intrusion. With that initial effort keeping the tight anus open, Tanya took a moment to indulge, grabbing hold of those ample hips, squeezing possessively, growling at the feeling of those warm bowels wrapped around her shaft. The presence of that thickness helped keep those thick cheeks open, so Pam moved up on the bed, ducking down to look at her surrogate daughter's face.

The young woman's eyes were wide, a trickle of sweat running down her forehead, a ruddy blush coloring her pale flesh. A gasp spilled from her as Tanya moved again, sending more through the easily yielding sphincter.

"You can take it," Pam murmured, stroking at those dark tresses.

That gasp became a moan as the shemale packed more into the young woman, pushing steadily into her guts. Another moan followed, the fear now replaced by sheer arousal, a look of desire etched across her round face.
The young woman had been sodomized before by Tanya, and although her asshole had tightened up in the intervening time since the last bout, it still took every inch with little effort from the shemale, that slab of flesh in no time at all sheathed entirely. Tanya took another few moments to relax, luxuriating in the way that torn-open anus gripped and clutched at her.

And then her hips drew back, coinciding with a hand sliding up Alex's back to take another fistful of hair.

The hand yanked back, and the hips slammed forward, leaving Alex crying out, the impact making her voluptuousness jiggle.

Once again, ferocity was the order of the day as the shemale fucked her slut, keeping her head wrenched rudely back, thrusts gaining speed and power until that formidable cock was hammering into the tender asshole. The sound of flesh whacking against flesh filled the room, a lewd and steady rhythm. Alex's cries trailed off into helpless grunts as she took the onslaught. The pale flesh of that figure, already slick with sweat, bounced and danced in hypnotic waves.

Pam knelt next to the couple, watching that thickness screw deep into those innards with each forward drive, the stretched asshole giving way repeatedly. Her fingers curled into her slit, sticky juices flowing forth to dapple the digits.

"That's it, take it, take that cock," the shemale snarled, yanking at those makeshift reins, making Alex whine as her head was wrenched uncomfortably back.

With her hands still belted behind her back, the young woman was unable to alleviate her situation, unable to grab hold of the sheets to anchor herself, unable to provide herself with something that would keep her upright besides that fist at her scalp. The only recourse available was simply to take the treatment. The only complaint offered came in the form of miserable bleats, mindless and resultant of the constant impacts down into her belly forcing the air from her lungs.

The thrusts carried on. Tanya squeezed at one of Alex's hips, dimpling the abundant flesh, grunting bestially as she laid into her.

An impact then made her trembling knees buckle; after another second they gave out to let her lower half plop down onto the bed.

"Keep your ass up, whore," Tanya spat.

"Yes, Tanya, sorry, I'm sorry," Alex mewled, gathering herself as the thrusts refused to relent, her round rump hitching back up, the ripe globes rippling from the fierce fucking.

The shemale then changed up the proceedings slightly, pushing Alex's head down onto the bed, the young woman groaning as she was forced against the sheets, her cheek pressed right up to their comforting softness. There was no stopping or even a brief pause, however, as Tanya continued to sodomize her.

The maternal instinct surfaced again in the housewife, so she moved further up on the bed, and peeked down into the young woman's face.

The expression there was of strained pleasure, those lips forming a round circle as the weak grunts spilled forth, those eyes dull with dumb lust, a vein subtly popping out on her forehead as she took the harsh treatment. Pam kissed at her shoulder, murmuring words of encouragement, still masturbating.

And then the thrusts stopped abruptly.

The housewife glanced over to the shemale, who was staring back at her.

"Slut," Tanya began, her voice calm and still despite the obvious anger in her expression, "get your mouth where it belongs."

The housewife scrambled to obey, sliding herself underneath the duo, quickly understanding that she had done something wrong in even just comforting her surrogate daughter. The shemale had stopped with her cock buried to the base inside that anus, so Pam was faced with the sight of those balls smushed against that distended entrance.

A musk hit her then, the aroma of her owner, a spicy, sweet, sultry scent that made her press her nose to those round orbs, sniffing deeply to let that scent waft up her nostrils and straight into her brain.

A hand wound into her hair and shoved her face against those delectable balls, the sweat-licked pouches rubbing against her skin.

She took the hint and began to slurp wetly at them.

All too soon, the flavor of those ripe balls proved too good, and she was forced to remove her fingers from her drenched cunt.

"Why did you stop touching yourself?" Tanya asked. "I did say you could cum if you wanted to."

Pam let those balls slip from her mouth, a slick pop the sound of her momentarily neglecting her prizes.

"I know. But I don't want to yet."

"Why not?"

The housewife could easily imagine the smirk crossing her owner's face at that question.

She knows why not. But she still wants me to say why not.

"Because I want the next time I cum to be with you inside me."

A chuckle came from the shemale.

"And what if I want you to make yourself cum now? What would you do?"

"I'd make myself cum, obviously. I'd do whatever you want me to."

Another chuckle followed.

"Good girl. I can't wait to feel you creaming on my cock again."

The housewife quivered, biting her lip.

"Now get back to business," the shemale said.

For the next few minutes, that business was the loudest sound in the room, an obscene slurping that easily beat Alex's breathless whines. Pam worked dutifully, leaving the testicles dripping with her spit, those webs of fluid slathering all over her face as she began to lick and lap at the sacks, nuzzling against the slight cleft between them to reach every inch.

But eventually, she was brought out from underneath the duo.

"Sit down," Tanya ordered, nodding towards the desk chair.

The housewife padded over, understanding that she was to be, at least for now, away from the center of the action due to her maternal instincts.

Even if I don't want to stop what's happening, I still might want to give Alex a bit of comfort.

So, she settled into the chair, watching as Tanya drew her hips back tantalizingly slowly.

And then she drove forward rudely.

A hoarse cry rang out in the room, the young woman shuddering, her body a heap on the bed, dark hair covering her face.

Tanya started the rough rhythm back up, hammering at that plentiful figure. As was the usual during these moments of sexual ferocity, the housewife could only watch and marvel at this magnificent woman, a picture of regal bearing and unfettered savagery, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her voluminous black hair flowing like a thick river over her shoulders, her body rippling and jiggling, a combination of formidable muscles and exquisite curvature, a paradox of feminine assets and a thick, powerful, majestic cock.

That cock was drilling through Alex's insides, the balls underneath slapping loudly against her taint as well. The constant impacts drew more weak grunts from the young woman, whose knees shook from the effort of keeping her lower half up against the thrusts.

Pam slid back in the chair, hooked her feet around the armrests, and shoved three fingers back into her slit, the trio squelching around the flow of juices leaking forth. Shivers ran along her spine, the pleasure mounting quickly.

"That's it, you little whore, take that cock, take it," the shemale said angrily.

A pitiful mewl came from the young woman in response.

The furious fucking carried on, and after a few minutes, Tanya slid her hands from those ample hips up to those fat breasts, taking hold of them, the flesh dimpled by her firm grip. Her hips hammered still against that thoroughly ravaged anus. Growling in satisfaction at how those lush mounds felt in her hands, the shemale indulged, squeezing and crushing them, adding more roughness into the equation. Those heavy breasts had been left bruised from the earlier abuse during the throat-fuck, so Alex whined, sucking in wincing breaths when those hands clutched tighter.

"Every inch of you belongs to me," Tanya told her, "these tits are mine, too."

The young woman moaned raggedly, and Pam smiled as she noticed a subtle but definite nod from her surrogate daughter.

"Every inch of me is yours, Tanya, every inch..."

"Damn right."

The shemale let go of those breasts, the full orbs bouncing from her grip to sway gently underneath Alex. As her hips snapped back and forth, her hands slid further along, caressing tenderly along the young woman's upper back and shoulders, an affection in her touch that contrasted with the fury of her thrusts.

"Every inch," the shemale drawled.

"Yes Tanya, yes, every inch of me is yours, fuck, every inch..."

The young woman continued to babble pathetically, the words falling out in shameless droves.

At least until those roving hands slid past her neck, around her chin, pushing then at her mouth. The still-babbling slut opened it submissively, and the lewd litany was cut off by the fingers that slipped over her tongue.

Tanya hooked those fingers deeper into Alex's mouth, and pulled back, bringing her head off the bed.

"Go get my phone," the shemale said to Pam.

The housewife, who had just removed her fingers from her pussy, obeyed.

"Let's show John what his surrogate daughter has gotten herself into."

Easily understanding her owner's wishes, she set the camera to record, and came over to the head of the bed.

The young woman's face was a picture of helpless rapture, her eyes fluttering constantly, a pink blush coloring her cheeks, dark hair stuck here and there to her forehead by sweat. Low groans spilled out past those crooking fingers, accompanied by a thin line of drool.

"Why don't you let John know just what's going on?"

Pam pulled the phone back to show the complete picture of Tanya pounding away.

"Alex was disobedient, so Tanya is punishing her now."

"Yeah, John," the shemale cut in, looking straight at the camera with a smirk, "your wife may be obedient, but your daughter here has to learn. Oh, she's definitely submissive, but she doesn't listen sometimes. Gets too excited to remember it doesn't matter what she wants."

The pace did not falter through that casual summation.

Pam brought the camera back closer to Alex's face. The young woman mewled, slobbering all over those fingers, her eyes empty of everything except desire.

"Yeah, she'll learn, all right..."

The camera stayed focused on Alex, on her expression, the subtle and more noticeable changes, eyes rolling back in their sockets, tongue peeking out further past those lips, a vein popping out starker on her forehead for a few moments. The rhythm carried on, evidenced by the steady juddering of Alex's figure from the constant thrusts.

Those constant thrusts once again proved too strong for her to keep her lower half upright against. The unsteadiness in her knees led to buckling, and then her ass dropped to the bed, the ripe flesh wobbling from the impact.

"Get that ass back up, now," Tanya growled.

Alex whimpered. Even though the shemale again refused to let up on the insistent rhythm to make obedience easier, with a concerted effort, the young woman brought her lower half back up again.

"Good whore," came the appreciative purr from her owner.

The onslaught carried on for the next few minutes. Pam was the dutiful camerawoman, sometimes moving back to show the complete vista, other times coming closer to make sure that Alex's empty-headed, tongue-lolling expression was paramount in the scene. Her mindless bleats served as the score for the scene along with the incessant thwacking of flesh on flesh.

And then the thrusts stopped.

The shemale slid her fingers from her slut's gasping mouth. Without them, and nothing else to keep her upright, Alex fell forward, the subsequent cry quickly muffled by the bedsheets. Unbothered by that reaction, Tanya wiped her fingers on Alex's upper back, and then held out a hand towards Pam.

The order was unspoken but easily understandable, so Pam gave her the phone.

"Yeah," Tanya said, looking into the camera, "your daughter needs to learn to be more like your wife. She'll learn though, I'll make sure of it."

With that, she pointed the camera down, and let her other hand run down that pale back, her nails leaving light tracks there as they dragged along.

That hand ended its journey at those ripe ass cheeks.

A slap rang out in the room, followed by a lurid squeal from the young woman, followed by a series of slaps.

"Yeah, a fat ass like this can take a lot," the shemale commented.

She took a few moments to stroke at the reddened flesh.

"Look at that asshole, see how it's taking my cock? Every inch of me is in there."

Alex mewled as Tanya continued commenting, bringing the phone closer, down towards where the impalement was taking place.

And then the phone swung up to fix on Pam, who was kneeling towards the edge of the bed.

"Alex needs to learn, but your wife is a broken-in little slut."

The shemale smirked.

"Watch this."

Pam waited expectantly, biting her lip.

"Get your mouth where it belongs."

A shudder ran through her as she slid herself underneath Alex. It did not escape her that in the process, she was exposing her naked front to the camera and her husband. Such a thing was not by itself blush-inducing, as John had seen her naked countless times, being her husband. The rub in this case was that the arousal gripping her, evidenced by the hard nubs of her nipples and fluid-drenched petals of her sex, was entirely caused and further inflamed by Tanya. John would watch and would understand that she was greatly enjoying being the shemale's plaything, that her obedience was an eager one, that his wife was a shameless, wicked woman.

Although he knows that already...

Pam craned her neck and latched her lips onto those testicles. The familiar flavor graced her taste buds. Wet slurps rang out loud in the room, the main sound due to Tanya's stillness and Alex's relative quiet, her only contribution to the noise being heavy breathing and soft whines. Again, the idea popped into her mind that John would be watching this and would be able to tell from these unmistakably lewd sounds that she was currently very enthusiastically obeying that last command. Her thighs spread, and three fingers from one hand dipped into her sex, the other hand grabbing hold of Alex's side to better anchor herself.

"See that?" Tanya's voice cut through the room. "See how she's fingering herself now? Watch, she'll stop soon."

The arousal mounted. Part of it came from the idea that John would be watching this.

Due to that, the pleasure rose too high for her liking. As Tanya had predicted, she pulled those fingers out.

"What'd I tell you?" the shemale drawled drily. "You're probably wondering why she did that. Well, earlier in the week, I punished her by not fucking her for a few days. But today I told her that she could cum if she wanted. So, why did she just stop touching herself? Why don't you tell us, Pam?"

The housewife shuddered as she paused her adoration.

"I want the next time I cum to be with you inside me."

Tanya laughed in amusement.

"Hear that? She really is a little slut."

Still shuddering with desire, the housewife resumed her adoration, lips locked tight around those testicles.

The casual commentary continued, with the two women alternating as Tanya's focus. Pam basked in the attention, her fingers returning twice to her cunt, leaving twice as well when the pleasure grew too hot. Nearby, Alex stayed prone, her head down on the bed, her backside up so that Tanya could squeeze and occasionally slap at it, often punctuating the latter with a remark to John about how the flesh jiggled from the impact or how wet the pussy underneath was or how much she enjoyed abusing the already well reddened cheeks.

"Alright you two," the shemale finally said after a few more minutes, "say goodbye to John."

The housewife let her lips drop off those testicles.

"Bye, John," she purred.

Alex, however, was silent.

A yelp rang out in the room, and Pam felt the young woman's upper body bend back slightly, Tanya having likely pulled back at her hair to punctuate her command.

"Say goodbye to John."

A low groan came from the poor slut, but it was followed by a hoarse croak.

"Bye, John..."

Tanya grunted in satisfaction, and then the young woman's upper half dropped unceremoniously back to the bed.

A light thump came from nearby, and then a hand wound into Pam's hair, just as unceremoniously dragging her from her prizes. Tanya plopped her to the side, the housewife adjusting, rising onto her knees.

From nearby, Alex whimpered, and the housewife fought the urge to comfort her, to run an affectionate hand along her back.

The shemale grunted idly and drew her hips back. Shoving a hand back between her thighs, the housewife leaned over to get a better look at the dark shaft, the veins engorged, the flesh gleaming with juices. More appeared, until the bottom of the head slid out, the flared bulb the only part remaining inside.

With a swing of her hips, Tanya skewered the young woman, drawing a loud squeal from her.

The onslaught resumed, merciless thrusts starting back up, possessive hands gripping at those wide hips as Tanya sodomized Alex, the impacts juddering that ample figure.

"That's it," the shemale said, "take your punishment like a good girl."

The strength of that pace once again proved too much for Alex to stand against, as her ass wobbled, and then dropped to the bed.

This time, the young woman whined, and began to hitch her backside up.

However, Tanya put a hand on her lower back, and pressed.

"Stay down," came the husky growl.

With a moan, the pitiful slut slumped until she was flat on the bed.

The shemale rearranged herself, now fully mounting the young woman. Her hips had not stopped, and carried on with the rough rhythm, pumping into those well-debauched insides.

"Does it hurt?" the shemale asked casually.

"Yes," came Alex's hoarse answer.

"Hear that, Pam?" Tanya asked, now turning to the housewife, "it hurts. What are you going to do about it? Want me to stop fucking her?"

A dangerous glint appeared in those eyes.

"No," Pam said, shaking her head emphatically, "she deserves whatever punishment you give her."

"What'd I tell you, whore?" Tanya drawled down to the mewling slut. "Your surrogate mother over here is a whipped little bitch. As you should be. She should be your role model."

Pam watched as Alex nodded weakly.

"Don't worry, though" the shemale continued, "I'm almost done with your ass."

The thrusts continued, driving down into that bruised sphincter, pushing breathless grunts from the young woman.

Tanya's arm moved then, snaking around Alex's neck. A pathetic groan spilled out as the bicep tightened, cutting off her air.

The careless display made Pam bite her lip, her hand returning to its post between her thighs, stroking at the drenched folds there.

Choked gurgles came from the young woman now, the shemale unconcerned. Her other hand came up to yank back Alex's hair, adding more discomfort into the mix.

The housewife slunk over to the head of the bed and peered closer to see the look on her surrogate daughter's face.

The strain was apparent there, from the lack of air and the constant impacts against her core. A pink coloring was washing over her features, a vein standing out on her forehead, those choked gurgles now soft and quiet, a line of drool spilling from her mouth, tongue lolling out over her lips. The makeup that she had put on for her night out had turned into chaotic whorls of pink and black smeared through with sweat and tears, a grotesque mask created by the rampant depravity.

The sounds coming from her grew worrying, but Pam sat back still, frigging at her channel. Those empty eyes rolled back in their sockets.
Tanya relaxed the arm around Alex's neck, letting her gulp down much-needed air. The poor girl gasped, taking the deep thrusts with a miserable meekness, the rhythm still not slacking.

After another minute, the arm around her neck tightened, and again Alex was left to choke and wheeze, her body battered and ravaged, her face redder now as the air dissipated in her lungs.

The brutality on display was breathtaking, a mix of rough thrusts, rude handling, and sheer strength. The housewife drew her fingers out from herself, the digits dripping with her nectar. Shudders of delight had increased all over her, but she refused to give in, determined to wait for deliverance.

The gurgling coming from Alex again became animalistic, the bestial grunting of a creature reacting to asphyxiation. Her eyes were wide and yet empty of any complicated emotion or thought. Desperate for air, her mouth opened and closed instinctively, the submissive slut otherwise not struggling, aware that her owner would let up before the point of unconsciousness.

And Tanya did, only a few moments later, letting Alex wheeze for breath. Those thrusts continued into that abused asshole.

Once Alex had sucked down enough air, that bicep tightened again, cutting off a gasp.

The shemale worked expertly, choking the young woman in the crook of her arm until she was just about to pass out, and then lightening up so that she could breath for a few moments, an alternating sequence that combined with the incessant thrusts. There was little effort needed to keep up the sequence, so Tanya did so for a little while, Alex wheezing helplessly, her body sometimes struggling instinctively, but any sort of defiance otherwise absent.

The end of this portion of the punishment came abruptly.

Tanya simply thrust one more time and stilled. Her arm was tight around Alex's neck, so the young woman was too busy gurgling choking to realize that the shemale was seconds from climax.

"Yeah, take that fucking load, you little whore," came the shemale's growl.

The expression across Alex's face changed a moment later, as presumably the heated spurts of fresh semen sent directly into her guts clued her in to her owner's orgasm. A satisfied mewl spilled from her, followed by a choked coo, and then a dumb smile spread over her face.

"That's it, every drop..." Tanya purred.

The shemale relaxed her bicep, letting the young woman breath normally. The stupid grin had spread on Alex's face. Pam could easily imagine that potent flood gushing through her innards.

Silence fell in the room. The shemale stayed atop Alex for a little while, even after the orgasm had run its course.

When she finally moved, it was slow and steady. Pam slunk over to get a good look at the retreat. Those thick inches slipped out easily, the ruined asshole clutching at them to no avail. Dribbles of spent semen escaped along with the ebony meat. A whimper came from Alex as the formidable cock that had been hammering at her body now left it. The bulbous head popped out to finish the retreat, followed immediately by a creamy trickle of seed. The broken-in ring of flesh twitched uselessly, distended from the rough treatment.

Tanya took a few moments to observe her handiwork, dipping several fingers through the flow of semen to squelch into the asshole she had so thoroughly savaged, chuckling as those digits easily made their way deeper.

With another chuckle, she slipped the fingers out, and wiped the cum sticking to them on Alex's lower back. A few quick maneuvers, and the belt was removed from around Alex's hands. The young woman whined, flexing her wrists.

"Alright, slut, clean my cock off."

A hoarse groan was the answer to that command. Obedience came slower, with the young woman too sore to move decisively. Pam could see that Alex was struggling to gather herself, wincing as she tried to put weight on her hands and knees.

However, Tanya was not forgiving to that slowness.

A hand grabbed at the young woman's hair, and yanked back, drawing a surprised squawk from her.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it right away."

A pitiful bleat spilled from the young woman.

"I'm sorry, Tanya, I'm sorry, please, I'm trying to be a good slut, please, I'm sorry, please, I'm trying, I want to be your slut, I'm sorry..."

The desperate blathering was interrupted by the shemale hauling Alex back into her arms and encircling her in a strong embrace.

"Shh, shh, it's alright, it's okay, you're a good slut, you just needed to learn, it's okay, you're alright..."

Alex whimpered, sinking back into that comforting warmth, the shemale kissing her neck.

"You have so much potential. It just needs to be brought out."

The display of affection made Pam smile, seeing her owner provide solace for the tired and ravaged girl. Alex had weathered the onslaught with a certain whorish grace. That onslaught was evident across her body, the tears tracked along her cheeks, the bruises on her breasts, the sweat slicking her pale flesh, the redness here and there on her figure from a possessive grip, the wetness drenching her sex.

"Such a good girl...it's alright, you're alright..."

Alex sniffled, nuzzling against those arms.

The shemale continued to murmur sweet nothings to the young slut, whose sniffles and whimpers died down into coos and sighs.

After a few more minutes of such comfort, Alex moved, extricating herself from that embrace to turn around and sink down onto all fours. As the shemale chuckled, she leaned forward and began to clean off that softened cock, her tongue running up and down the shaft.

"Good whore," Tanya purred, tenderly stroking those dark tresses.

Pam watched proudly, seeing how dedicated the young woman was to her task, how she studiously laved at every inch of that beast, cleaning off her own flavor, making sure to dip down to those testicles as well, treating them to the same attention. The usual joie de vivre returned to the young woman during her mission, as evidenced by her excited squeals and the restless wiggling of her round ass.

Content in her dominance, the shemale let Alex work, sometimes gracing her with a praising comment or gentle caress, other times glancing over to Pam with a smirk, watching the housewife observe her surrogate daughter and fellow slut.

"Come on," Tanya finally said, moving away from Alex, towards the pillows at the head of the bed, "time for bed."

Pam and Alex joined their owner, the shemale drawing both women close.

The younger of the two sluts was exhausted, her tiredness evident in her bleary smile, and in how she easily drifted off, her head resting on Tanya's shoulder, a light snoring coming from her after a few minutes.

The older of the two took longer to fall asleep, even longer than Tanya.

This was mostly because she could not get enough of the picture before her, Alex sleeping soundly against Tanya, the shemale with her arm wrapped around the younger woman's shoulder. Such a view warmed her heart, to know that two of her favorite people were getting along so swimmingly, that Tanya had claimed Alex so enthusiastically, and that Alex had submitted so eagerly if a bit clumsily.

As she allowed herself to follow the other women into slumber, one thought popped into her mind:

I wonder if Tanya will fuck me tomorrow...