(Inspired by Image #18, I hope you enjoy story and you’re ready to submit to mommy)
“Pathetic.” The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it, dripping with contempt as I watched my roommate, Ethan, slump deeper into our battered couch. His latest lament, another whiny monologue about how girls wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole, had been looping for the past hour. I rolled my eyes so hard I swear I saw my own brain.
“You know what?” I snapped, stalking toward him, my combat boots thudding against the cheap dorm flooring. “Maybe if you stopped crying like a fucking lost puppy, girls might actually notice you.” His mouth opened, probably to protest, but I cut him off with a sharp flick of my wrist. “Don’t say anything. I’ll give you one chance. One. Handjob. But you do exactly what I say, when I say it. Or I walk.”
Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes darting between my face and my chest, always the chest with these guys. “Seriously?” he croaked, voice cracking like a middle schooler’s. I smirked, unbuttoning my fishnets slowly just to watch him squirm. “Yeah, seriously. But you don’t get to talk unless it’s to call me Mommy. Got it?” His nod was frantic, desperate, and I could already see his dick straining against his pants.
I leaned in, my nails scraping down his thigh as I unzipped his jeans, making him whimper before I’d even touched him. “You’re gonna thank me for this,” I purred, wrapping my fingers around him, feeling him twitch in my grip. “But not yet.” His breath hitched when I squeezed just shy of too tight, my thumb circling the tip lazily. “First, tell me how pathetic you are.”
His voice cracked on the first syllable. “I…I’m pathetic,” he stammered, hips bucking when I twisted my wrist. “Louder,” I commanded, slowing my strokes to a torturous pace. “Say it like you mean it.” He moaned, his whole body shaking. “I’m a fucking loser, Mommy!” The words tumbled out in a rush, and I rewarded him by letting a long slick rope of spit onto his cock, letting it drip along his shaft, just to watch him lose his mind.
I laughed, low and cruel, as his thighs tensed. “Oh, you think you’re gonna cum already?” My grip tightened at the base, cutting off his pleasure with a sharp twist. His whine was music. “Nuh-uh, loser. You don’t get to cum until I say.” His hips jerked uselessly, his cock pulsing against my palm, slick with spit and desperation. “Tell me why you don’t deserve this,” I murmured, tracing a nail along his vein.
His breath came in ragged gasps. “B-because I’m a fucking creep, Mommy, because I…” I yanked him hard, cutting him off. “Wrong.” My thumb pressed into his slit, making his back arch. “You don’t deserve it because you’re nothing. A stain. But I’m generous.” I sped up my strokes just enough to tease, watching his balls tighten. “You’d die for this, wouldn’t you?” His nod was frantic. “Pathetic.”
Precum dribbled down my fingers as I twisted my wrist, his cock jerking like a live wire in my grip. “Oh fuck, Mommy, please…” I squeezed the head, silencing him. “Not yet.” I dragged my thumb through the mess, smearing it down his shaft, my nails scraping his sensitive skin. His whimper was delicious. “You’re gonna take it until I’m bored.”
His thighs trembled, his whole body twitching as I worked him over, my pace agonizingly slow. “Look at you,” I sneered, watching his face contort. “Red-faced and drooling like a fucking dog.” His hips bucked again, but I pinned him down with my free hand, digging my nails into his hipbone. “Did I say you could move?” His breath hitched as he tried to hold out.
A choked sob escaped him when I suddenly tightened my grip, twisting my fingers just beneath the head of his cock. “Mommy, I…I can’t, please…” I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “You’ll take it,” I whispered, biting his earlobe hard enough to make him yelp. “Because if you cum without permission, I’ll make sure everyone knows how fast you blow your pathetic load.” His cock pulsed in my hand, veins standing out against his flushed skin.
That’s what broke him. With a guttural cry, his whole body convulsed—hips snapping upward as thick ropes of cum spurted across my fingers and wrist in hot, sticky bursts. His back arched off the couch, muscles locking tight as he painted my black-painted nails white, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. “Fuck, fuck, Mommy, I’m sorry…” I didn’t stop. Instead, I spread his mess along his shaft with slow, deliberate strokes, my fingers slipping obscenely through the slickness.
“You think you’re done?” I purred, circling his tip with my thumb, smearing his own cum back onto him. His cock twitched violently, still rock-hard despite the orgasm. “Look at you. Can’t even control yourself.” He whimpered, his legs shaking as I tightened my grip again, jerking him faster now, using his cum as lube. His moans turned into broken sobs, his hands clawing at the couch cushions.
“Again,” I demanded, twisting my wrist just under his head, feeling his pulse throb against my fingers. His whole body tensed, his cock jerking like a live wire as another orgasm ripped through him, this one weaker, more ragged, but still forcing out thick spurts that dripped down my knuckles. His thighs trembled, his stomach heaving. “M-Mommy, I can’t…” I cut him off with a sharp tug, my nails digging into his skin.
“You can,” I growled, pressing my palm flat against his tip, smearing his cum down his shaft in slow, filthy circles. His breath hitched, his cock twitching pathetically against my grip. “You’ll keep cumming until I say stop.” His whimper was barely audible, his hips jerking weakly as I worked him over, my fingers slick with his mess, the wet, squelching sounds filling the room.
His eyes rolled back when I twisted my wrist just right, his cock pulsing weakly, another dry orgasm wracking his body, his thighs trembling like a newborn fawn’s. “See?” I cooed, dragging my nails down his oversensitive skin, watching him flinch. “You’re nothing but a toy. My toy.” His nod was frantic, his voice shattered. “Y-yes, Mommy, I’m your toy…”
I laughed, my grip tightening as I jerked him faster, his cum-slicked cock twitching pathetically in my hand. “Say it louder,” I demanded, pressing my thumb hard against his slit. His scream was hoarse, broken. “I’M YOUR TOY, MOMMY!” The words tore from his throat just as his body seized again, his cock jerking uselessly, nothing left to give.
Tears streaked his cheeks as I finally slowed my strokes, my fingers still wrapped around him, sticky and warm. His chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear. “Good boy,” I murmured, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him whimper. “Now clean up your mess.” His eyes widened as I dragged my cum-coated fingers across his shirt to clean them off.
By the time I stepped back, Ethan was a shuddering, boneless heap on the couch, his cock still twitching weakly against his thigh. His lips moved, but no sound came out, just a dry broken exhale. I smirked, wiping my hands on his shirt one last time before straightening up. “Remember,” I said, tapping his flushed cheek with two fingers. “You don’t get to complain anymore. Not unless you want another lesson.”
His eyelids fluttered, his pupils blown wide as he tried to focus on me. I could practically see his thoughts jumbling, half-terrified, half-desperate for more. “M-Mommy…” he slurred, his tongue clumsy with exhaustion. I arched an eyebrow while standing over him. “What was that?” His breath hitched, his cock twitching pathetically at the pressure. “Th-thank you, Mommy,” he managed, his voice wrecked.
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