Ruth's Therapy - S01 E33

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

Peter slipped his throbbing cock into her cleavage. Ruth was astonished to see how he could surround his virile penis with her breasts. She was inexperienced and lost control as soon as he began thrusting. Peter seemed unconcerned and replaced his cock in her deep cleavage. Those big tits were the perfect size for fucking. Taking hold of her shoulders, to give himself more leverage, he resumed thrusting his beautiful manhood, fucking her heavy breasts. It was a new way to give pleasure to a man and Ruth was excited that Peter took it so casually. The hot warmth of his hard flesh was perfect, trapped in her deep cleavage.

He thrust hard and long, using his physical strength to plough between her heavy flesh. This older, married woman was so malleable and compliant. All the more reason to enjoy her submission. And to degrade her as he'd been tasked. Having enjoyed the tit-fuck, he slapped her face again with his cock. Ruth blinked at each assault from that mighty phallus, Peter holding the base and swinging his eight inches against her cheeks. Ruth was excited by the weight and hardness of such a big cock.

Gripping her arm tight, Peter used a single movement to flip Ruth around so she was kneeling on the floor, her upper body spread over the bed. She was excited and scared by his physical power -- this man had the ability to force her to do anything. She tried to remind herself that Doctor Robyn would keep her safe. But the fear made her so aroused that she was in no state to resist.

He slapped her bottom, twice and then again, enjoying the sound of his hand on a woman's bare arse. It pleased him to hear the gasp of surprise from Ruth. Of course, the older woman had never been spanked. But he could sense that this bitch liked it rough. So he slapped her again, this time leaving read marks on each cheek of her shapely backside. The tiny cries of pain turned him on.

Ruth didn't know why she'd been spanked. It hurt so how could it be enjoyable? She accepted the spanking because it told her there was no choice but to surrender. Peter was strong and he was rough and he was in control of her body. She was bent over the bed so that her intimate places were displayed to Peter. Her husband never saw her like this. And her other entrance - only Master David had used that place. Now this man was looking at her, silently, and Ruth felt a delicious shame.

Her shame turned to horror when he touched her tiny opening. It was soft -- his tongue! She couldn't help but flinch, tightening her cheeks. That earned her another spank, hard and sharp.

"No," was all that Peter said - he wanted total access as his strong hands spread her cheeks.

Peter was as keen on Ruth's arsehole as any man would be. But that was not his role in her therapy. Instead, he produced some soft leather cuffs.

Yanking her wrists firmly, Peter quickly had Ruth's hands bound firmly behind her back. She trembled, almost whimpering. Forcing her down with one hand, he permitted himself only gentle licks at first. He'd been told that this woman was reluctant, a stranger to the more perverse pleasures. Peter, though, already knew that many women responded well to being rimmed. The soft sounds from Ruth proved that she already knew how to let a man enjoy her backdoor.

It was no surprise to find her cunt was soaking. Without warning, he jammed two fingers hard into the poor married woman. Ruth cried out in surprise but the sudden penetration was exciting. The need to be used, to give herself without question, was what had taken her to Doctor Robyn. And this man, Peter, seemed to understand her needs better than she herself.

The soft lapping of his tongue on her tight hole was a delightful contrast to the rough thrusting in her cunt. The two sensations were irresistible. As was Peter. And Ruth quickly surrendered to the inevitable, feeling deep shame and gratitude as her first orgasm rushed through her. She cried out her relief into the soft mattress.

But soon she felt his movement behind her. Ruth knew that his enormous penis was aimed at her entrance. Was it to be love-making or being fucked?

First, she felt that fat mushroom-shaped head parting her cunt lips. But Peter was only lining up his shaft, ready to fill her with a single thrust. With crude force, the quiet, demanding man rammed her like her husband never could. It was almost more than her sex could take as he split her open. And Ruth thrilled at his assault. That huge thing had the potential to hurt, she knew. But it was thrilling to be the target of such passion.

Peter had been anticipating her tight, snug cunt. It fit so well around his impressive girth. He listened to her plaintive moans without a word of his own. And the next thrust went deeper still -- hard and uncaring about the torment in her cunt muscles. He'd been given permission to use her as roughly as he wished.

"Please..." she cried out.

Was that single word begging for mercy? Or was she hoping for more? Peter preferred to fuck a woman hard, especially when it was for her own good. And there was no need to let this slut adjust or warm-up. He drove into Ruth again, burying his massive organ inside her juicy body. Her long moan told Peter that they were both enjoying his reaming.

With one hand on her hips, Peter took a handful of hair in the other. He was slamming into her, his muscular body giving him the power to bore into her hole. And now he yanked her hair, pulling her head back and causing Ruth to cry out in hurt and wonder. Ruth felt the sharp pain but somehow it felt so right as she experienced that most brutal fucking. Finally, she had a man who was bringing her dreams to reality.

"Oh... oh, my... no, no..."

She did not mean that, of course. It was the most amazing assault on her delightful, married body. His thrusting seemed to fill her entire body. Her cunt was being stretched by his extra large penis and even the discomfort made her entire body sing with the heavenly pleasure of being properly fucked.

Peter slapped her arse hard as he pounded her. It mattered little whether the husband would see the marks. Or whether she'd be too sore to service him the next day. Peter was merciless with her, yanking her long, brown hair to make her scream with the pain -- a special pain that mixed with the most wonderful pleasure in her cunt.

Ruth was overcome by that intense mixture of hurt and deliverance as the handsome younger man used her body so freely. She came for him, came hard and repeatedly. Ruth forgot about her marriage. She forgot about her dreams and the need for therapy. It was just fucking but, right then, Ruth cared only for the primal joy of being abused. She hardly noticed when her body had finally climaxed as much as it could and her cries began to subside.

Breathless, struggling to regain her senses, she did not resist as Peter dragged her onto the bed. He was silent, as usual, as he rearranged the cuffs so that she was bound fast to the frame of the bed.

"Oh my,..." she gasped. "Where do you learn to do that?"

The only response was a grin from the handsome younger man. He was not done with his assault on her married body.

Ruth had no objection as Peter started to massage and suck on her big, heaving breasts. She was more aware now of men enjoying the sight of her double-D bust. She'd done her best to stay in shape for the benefit of her husband. It seemed wrong, even dirty, for others to steal glances, or to ogle her from a distance. But her husband seemed hardly to notice her physical assets. And Peter's mouth was wonderful. She moaned for him some more as he flicked his tongue over her nipples. That first boyfriend, so long ago, had often played with her nipples. Since getting married, however, only her babies had paid so much attention to them.

"Master, you make me feel so good... so different..."

"I'm not a Master," he growled at her. "I just get to fuck you like a bitch."

"Oh yes..." she panted. "I know... please, do anything..."

The hapless woman wanted to claw back those words as soon as she heard them. Was it fucking that she wanted? For a moment, she thought that he might be content to maul and suck on her breasts. And then he was between her legs, his huge thing so hard and upright. Ruth realised that he had not yet had his own climax. It frightened her to know that Peter was going to use her again. But her fear made her body respond and Ruth knew that her married cunt would open more easily the second time.

"My poor body," she groaned as Peter began to penetrate her married body.