Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9
Roy played his part well. He ran his hands over Ruth's body, enjoying the curves of the older woman. He even gave her rump a little pat, impressed that Ruth had made an effort to stay in shape. Then he placed his hands near the top of her thighs. With a little flick he signaled that she was to part her legs for him. Ruth, stunned by her predicament, realised that she was ready to obey. Knowing that the Doctor wanted it, she let her legs move apart. To her horror, she felt the stranger run his fingers along the cleft of her sex.
The patient gasped in horror. A part of Ruth, the "old" Ruth, hated the way they touched her. And hated their horrid comments about her body. But she was wearing her collar. Weirdly, Ruth felt more comfortable with the collar. It made her feel low and disgusting. It signified her depravity. But, as Doctor Robyn had shown in her office, the collar was a choice that Ruth had made. Somehow it was connected to the things she had dreamed of. Therapy had given her the most wonderful sexual pleasure. She wanted more and knew there was no alternative for her now except to be a dirty, depraved slut. She tried to forget her marriage.
"Come on little bitch," ordered Cynthia with a yank of the leash. "Some more walkies and then Roy can use you."
The older woman had never imagined being so cheapened, so humiliated. Having this strange man in the apartment was awful. But the heavy collar was a relief -- this was therapy and she was being forced. Doctor Robyn had assured her that this was the best way to deal with her problems. "Do as you are told" had been the command.
As she looked across, she saw Robyn removing Roy's cock from his jeans. Strictly speaking, Roy's cock should have been off-limits to the good Doctor. Once "straight", now married to a woman, Robyn knew a good cock when she saw one. But the deal with her wife was that cocks were permitted only as part of giving therapy. She usually managed to indulge her passion at "those parties" thrown by the Carvers -- her wife didn't want to know what happened on those nights.
Roy was not the subject of this particular therapy but Robyn figured he deserved a little extra reward. And she enjoyed taking this meat into her hand, slowly stroking it to the full eight inches.
Ruth saw the hard shaft growing in the other woman's hands. It was the first time she'd seen a cock that large in real life. She had imagined such things and seen them in those movies the Doctor made her watch. But now she could see one "live". It looked like a kind of monster. Ruth was unable to drag her eyes away.
And the Doctor was stroking it. Ruth was shocked that people could act like that in public. She could guess what was in store. On the edge of fear and desire, she started to protest.
"No please ...I'm married..."
But, of course, Ruth knew it was pointless. She knew Cynthia and Robyn would give her no choice. And she knew she'd obey and submit to their every command. The damn contract. And that devious Doctor.
On hands and knees, she saw the man walk over to her, watching his enormous "thing" bouncing as he did so. Ruth tried to keep her eyes on the plush carpet but she could not ignore Cynthia. The smaller woman was behind her, massaging and pulling at her butt, spreading her flesh in a most obscene way. What was worse was that Cynthia's fingers kept slipping, touching and running along the length from her clitoris to her anus. Trapped, forced -- Ruth felt herself torn between conflicting emotions.
With a yank on her leash, Ruth was pulled upright. The sudden tug reminded the older woman of her place, of how vulnerable she was. Now she was now face to face with that enormous thing. Ruth had imagined her husband to be of average endowment and his slightly less than six inches had always felt satisfactory. This one was surely too big. It was even a little frightening as Roy shoved it in her face.
"You know why Roy is here," said Cynthia, with a soft but firm tone. "You know what to do now."
"I can't," Ruth tried to protest. "I've never..."
Cynthia, too, could not help but admire Roy's organ. He was not "her type" but his cock was impressive enough. It demanded attention and Cyn was going to make sure to ensure that Ruth treated it with respect.
"Put your hand on it," she instructed. "Don't make him wait. Roy is here to be pleasured by you. He wants it and you promised."
Touching another man? Someone not her husband? Even his penis she had hardly touched in years. Shaking, afraid, Ruth reached out to hold the shaft. With her fingers curled around it, now Ruth really saw how big this man's thing was. She noted, too, how surprisingly how good it felt in her hand. She'd never really known how to touch a man -- neither her boyfriend or her husband had shown her. But she'd always enjoyed the primal sensations that came from holding the male organ. And since she was being ordered, she took a second to admire the hardness and the heat of Roy's big cock. How could a man really have a thing so large? So much bigger than the only two she'd known. The dark veins sat nicely against his pale skin.
"Stroke it!"
Ruth had never, ever knelt before a man with his exposed penis. And certainly not one that was erect and so upright. She felt the heat of her shame. But with Cynthia's orders ringing in her ears, Ruth tried her best to slide her hand up and down that incredible shaft. It felt so wrong -- a sin against her vows. But this wasn't lovemaking. It was therapy. She had to do this, didn't she? So how could it be wrong?
Despite her inexperience, Ruth soon could hear Roy's moans of delight. She knew she was doing something right. Ruth felt then hard flesh throbbing. Her husband's penis never did that.
Roy was ready to play his role to the full. He had arrived with the promise of some sexual fun. He thought Ruth looked sexy, even for an older woman, and he naturally was the dominant type.
"Suck it, bitch," he said with a menacing growl.
"I can't.... I can't..." stammered Ruth.
She was thinking of the perverted nature of the act. He was a stranger. Surely it was adultery. And what of having an audience for such a private act? Ruth looked plaintively at the Doctor and saw there was no salvation that way.
"Suck it, bitch," the man commanded again.
From the corner of her eye, Ruth saw that Cynthia was wielding her crop once again.
"No, please..." whimpered Ruth as she shook her head.
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