Ruth's Therapy - S01 E34

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

"Today you are a whore. And this is how whores get fucked."

"Yes. Please use me... fuck me," she groaned as Peter slid several inches of his big cock into her soaking cunt.

He enjoyed hearing that. This older, married woman was a sexy bitch after all. Now he took hold of her ankles, lifting her shapely legs onto his shoulders. He wanted that fuck hole opened properly and angled for his next assault. Ruth had seen this position used in those dirty movies and knew it always meant a most brutal fucking.

"Oh my... oh, please..." she moaned as fear and excitement mingled in her brain.

Ruth was completely trapped now. Hands tied to the bed, Peter pinned her down as he lifted her ankles high so that his weight bent her body as it parted her legs. Her hole was still aching from his first rough attack. But Ruth wanted the next one. She wanted Peter to have every pleasure that he could. She felt like an animal. Or just a hole for this man and his primal needs.

He fucked her hard, deep, powerfully. Spreading her wide in that way, Peter could fully plumb her soaking, married cunt. It turned him on to think that he could hurt her, even damage her. Ruth had no way of resisting. Nor did she want to resist.

The once demure wife moaned her way though still more orgasms. She'd never known that her body could do that and it made her hungry for still more. The ramming of that big dick, splitting and filling her sex - her cunt -- was like a dream. It was too thrilling to see how he spread her legs, feel how he pinned her to the bed, as he took all of his pleasure from her married body.

And when he came, finally, blasting the contents of his balls deep into her cunt, Ruth almost rejoiced for the both of them. Married life had taught her that the moment of a man's climax was the ultimate highlight of his lovemaking -- that was where men were so different and the fact that Peter had fucked her like an animal did not change that fact. She felt triumph at giving such a pleasure to this quiet stranger, feeling affirmation as a woman, and as a submissive, as he spilled his seed against the entrance to her womb.

Ruth was grateful, too, that Peter's orgasm signalled the end of his pounding. It was strange to be left panting and flushed from sex. That had never happened with her pathetic husband. She lay there, naked and exposed on the bed, while Peter went to shower. It was a reminder of her new position -- an object to be used at the pleasure of others. She was still tied the bed and that was both degrading and satisfying. The younger man, still practically a stranger, had forced himself on her and made her perform wicked adulterous acts. She could not escape the aching in her abused hole or the feeling of a man's semen leaking from her. Ruth could not help smiling to herself as she left her legs apart, showing everything to Peter.

Eventually Peter did return, showered and fresh. He released her wrists and lay next to her silently. Ruth did not mind the absence of conversation. What would she have said to him? -- this man who might even have raped her. She was far more interested in the way he kissed her softly. And the touch of his hands as he gently fondled her firm, D-Cup breasts and then down over her tummy and her hips. Ruth didn't know about the concept of "after care". She only knew that such tenderness and consideration had gone missing from her marital bed many years previous.

"I have to go now," Peter said in a voice that was almost apologetic. "You might want to shower before you leave."

That was all he said. And then he was gone.

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The therapy devised by the deviant Doctor Robyn had been like a dream come true for Ruth. The once conservative, dutiful wife had never thought, even deep down, that she was a slut. But the memory of Peter and his brutal fucking had kept her smiling ever since she'd left the secret apartment. She was still feeling the tenderness in her cunt two nights later. She admitted to herself that it was worth it.

It had been a little uncomfortable when making love to her husband -- or letting him pretend he was making love to her. She hadn't cum from his less than average penis. That was nothing new. Though she had enjoyed the way his feeble thrusting made her entrance ache, reminding her of the young stranger. Did Doctor Robyn know that Peter was so incredible in bed? And with her husband inside her, Ruth had lifted her legs in the air, trying to recreate the feeling of Peter as he'd spread her, opened her for his hard fucking. Even that had not resulted in an orgasm for poor Ruth. Though she'd enjoyed herself a little more than usual when her husband had splashed his mediocre load of semen against her womb.

Now she had a different problem. Ms Sanders' assistant, Petra, had been in touch. The high-priced lawyer wanted Ruth to visit her house in the evening. Petra couldn't, or wouldn't, say what Virginia Sanders had planned. Though she had reminded Ruth to make sure she wore her new garter belt and stockings. Petra herself had taken that lesson early from her employer. And she'd noticed the approval her expensive lingerie received from the wealthy men she was encouraged to fuck on behalf of her high-powered boss.

Ruth, however, was concerned about looking her best with a new dress. She was worried about what Ms Sanders wanted from her. No doubt it would be more sex acts. The once demure, middle-aged woman was relieved to no longer feel so challenged by that. She had to hope, however, that her own cunt would be ignored by Ms Sanders as had been the case at their second meeting.

She was collected by a car, after making a feeble lie to her husband about dinner with old friends. The driver was young, in his late twenties she guessed -- blonde and extremely handsome. Ruth noted his politeness and the way he guided her into the car with a youthful, slender arm. He was tall and he'd had to scrunch himself down to fit into the driver's seat. She dared not ask any questions as they drove in silence into the city and Ms Sander's luxury apartment.

"Take all your clothes off," said the young man as they entered the apartment. "Not your stockings. Ms Sanders will want to inspect you."

Left alone by the front door, Ruth obeyed. She assumed that the coat hooks were intended for her clothes. Nudity was normal for her -- even in the house of a deviant woman such as Virginia Sanders. She regretted having gone to so much trouble when Ms Sanders would see only her near naked body. Though she checked herself in the mirror and was pleased by the way the suspenders framed her luscious bottom and her now shaven cunt.

But there was something else -- Ruth was aware that she was sexually aroused. But perhaps that was the result of all her therapy. Even her way of thinking had been changed. She had been trained to expect sex, to perform lewd acts strangers or for bossy, dominant people. People like Ms Sanders.

So Ruth was not surprised when the gorgeous young man returned - fully naked. In fact, she'd almost expected him to strip off in the car. He was a beautiful sight, young and strapping and with slender limbs ready to spring to action. Sex was on the agenda and there was no surprise that the young man was sporting a half-erection.

What shocked Ruth was the size of the young man's penis. She found herself staring because he was, quite frankly, of enormous proportions. The older woman had never seen a nine-inch cock before -- not even in those dirty movies. Ruth would not have believed it if he'd not been standing in front of her. He was bigger than Peter. Larger, even, than Master David. She almost felt relief that Doctor Robyn had not chosen a man like that for her therapy. There was a frisson of fear as she wondered whether Ms Sanders intended for her to be fucked by that monster.

"My Mistress will give any orders she requires," he was saying to her through the fog of her addled thoughts. "You will only do what you are told."

Once again, Ruth heard those magical words. She would be forced to do certain things. But, already, Ruth knew that she would be happy to obey any instructions from Ms Sanders.

It was then, as this handsome boy turned to lead her though the apartment, that Ruth got her second shock. His back and his bottom had a series of strange bruises across them. They were long, thin marks as if... She had read about people who found erotic pleasure in hurting others. The reading material from Doctor Robyn had covered that kind of perversion as well. Ruth had assumed that she could never enjoy pain. Until, that is, the wonderful Peter had used her so roughly.

Ms Sanders was in the next room, spread over an expensive lounge. She was almost naked except for a tiny G-string and her own red garter belt and stockings. Clearly, Ms Sanders enjoyed displaying her body. The young man knew his place and went to his knees by her feet. Ruth was left standing. The lawyer was the first to speak.

"Yes, that's better," commented Ms Sanders as she inspected Ruth and her lingerie. "I am sure you feel better as well," she said, signalling with her finger that Ruth was to turn and display herself for the demanding, dominating Virginia Sanders.

"I expect certain standards of people who come to me," Virginia went on. "And if you're going to be fucked by more men, the least you can do is show them you want it."

Ruth no longer minded being inspected. Though she was grateful for the advice from Petra -- the new lingerie added to her confidence. She was starting to enjoy having other people enjoy the sight of her body. It was a shame that her husband never made positive comments.

With a nod, the lawyer indicated that she was finished with her inspection. Ruth took her place on a small chair.

"I've had a long week," Ms Sanders explained curtly. "I don't have the energy to take care of my slave boy."

Ruth could see that Ms Sanders' attention already had turned to the beautiful blonde boy. It was obvious that there was more than a physical attraction. The young man was very dear to Ms Sanders.

"What do you think?" asked Virginia with a languid grin. "Quite beautiful, isn't he?"

Ruth could only agree that the young man was exquisite. She gave a nod and a weak smile.

"I am pleased to say that he cost me a great deal." She was smiling softly at the young man. "Of course, I don't own him really. As a lawyer that's not acceptable. But he is devoted to me."

The response from the beautiful blonde man was to sink to his knees and lovingly kiss the feet of the other woman. Virginia Sanders grinned at being on the receiving end of such worship.

"And such a lovely schlong, don't you think?" grinned Virginia as she took the huge meat in her hand. "He is a perfect slave boy."

Ruth could only nod mutely. It felt almost intrusive to watch as the couple began to kiss and touch one another. Their naked bodies moved as their lust rose. Ms Sanders had a good body that she did not mind putting on show. And it was captivating to watch her fondle and stroke that massive penis. Her arousal was obvious. Ruth felt her own body reacting as she listened to Ms Sanders' little moans as her slave boy eagerly stroked and caressed her in return. The murmurs between them showed that there was great affection for one another. Ruth had long since given up hoping for such passion from her husband.

"He could teach you a lot," the lawyer continued with a warm smile to her slave boy. "About love and devotion. About submission. You're not good enough for him. But I told Robyn that you can watch."

It was proper for Ruth to be put in her place by the imperious Ms Sanders. Though she was surprised to be told she would watch the couple have sex. Even though she'd been fucked in front of others, Ruth still thought of watching as a dirty pleasure. After all, that was what those movies were for.

But she was relieved that her own poor vagina would not be expected to accept the young man's incredibly-sized dick..