Ruth's Therapy - S01 E42

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

Then the first man wanted his turn. There was barely a pause before he forced his dick between her lips. And Ruth knew that it was only right that she would pleasure all their hard cocks. This one was a little thicker -- smaller than Roy but still more imposing than her puny husband. His thrusting was more determined, deeper. She enjoyed the way he filled her mouth. And, behind her, the driver was hurting her breasts as he squeezed them hard.

"Wanna fuck these big udders," he said with scorn.

"Nothing wrong with this mouth," said the first man.

"Here's the others, at last," she heard Mickey cry out.

Ruth felt her body tremble on hearing that. It was the worst news -- more men to use her body and degrade her. Her concern was not about rape, now. Nor even adultery. Ruth knew that her only course was to submit and to let these men have their way. She had let herself become a slut and a whore. There was shame even though she had wanted this for so long. But she had a new problem - could she submit to them all?

The men would force her no matter what. They ripped away the rags that had been her evening clothes. Ruth did not stop to wonder how she would get home without clothes -- how she would explain it to her husband.

There was no time for that as the driver took his place in her mouth. His cock seemed a healthy size - and harder than the others. He rammed quickly, as if eager to damage her, a tight grip on her head for his rapid-fire strokes. His savage thrusting did not slow even when Ruth gagged and feared she would vomit. She was helpless before his assault. But Master David had been a tougher challenge, his massive penis causing her drool to run over her chin and drip to her heaving breasts.

Ruth felt a peculiar thrill as, one after the other, the men pressed forward to thrust their hard pricks into her soft, married mouth. It was intoxicating to know that she, a chaste married woman, was such a dedicated cocksucker. It was wicked and whorish but she knew it was her true role. They all demanded a turn in her mouth and she did not hesitate. She was almost pleased when the fourth man took his place. He was one of the new arrivals, his shaven balls heavy with what must be a huge load of semen to deposit. Would they be satisfied to ejaculate in her mouth -- or even on her face -- before setting her free?

She was distracted from the face fucking by someone touching her bare pussy. He was behind her, a confident finger stroking through her folds. It reminded Ruth of her vulnerability. It heightened her sense of being preyed upon. But the worst thing was the feeling of her own wetness as the stranger's finger curled inside her opening. It was true humiliation to have her own body betray her, to show so easily how aroused she'd been made by their horrid assault. She begged silently for him to say nothing to his companions.

The men crowded closer, giving her no rest and no escape. She lost count of their turns but had no choice. They were all different, in shape and size, and each wanted to plunder her married mouth. Each of them casually took his place and Ruth submitted, more willingly now, and wondered how much ache in her jaw she would have to endure.

It was then that Ruth caught a glimpse of the last man -- the fifth of this horrid group. His familiar face. Or was it his familiar cock? It was a shock to see Peter. She had not counted on his presence. But Peter brought relief since, surely, he would protect her from the worst of their demands. Or perhaps it was a sign of her final descent into depraved sexual behaviour that she was being shared among his friends?

But Peter was about to take his turn with her mouth. That focused her thoughts. Ruth wished that he alone would use her body but that, of course, was a forlorn idea. Though she was excited to see his wonderful dick, much bigger than the others. It gave her extra motivation for her cock's bucking role.

"This dirty slut loves sucking cock," one man told his buddies.

"She's a sexy bitch, too," agreed another.

Peter said nothing, of course. It was not necessary. Ruth saw the look in his eyes. Just like in the apartment, he was not giving her any choice but to submit and obey. Just like in the apartment, Peter drove that home by slapping his cock against her face. Only this time Ruth felt pride at his assault. It was a sign, a demonstration to his friends that she belonged to him. Ruth was thrilled by his silent dominance -- even more when he took two handfuls of her hair and thrust past her lips.

"Choke her with it," goaded one of the men.

But Ruth knew well how to pleasure and satisfy the wonderful Peter. His thickness was delightful in her mouth, a reminder of her affection for the younger man. Her cunt was already responding to him. Ruth even found a perverse pleasure from being forced to gag when he rammed too hard and too deep, touching the back of her throat with his powerful weapon.

"Fuck yeah," the driver cheered. "What a whore."

She knew it was true. The sight and feel of so many hard cocks was turning her on. Their insistent fucking of her mouth really was her dream come true. She still felt fear about what else they might do - but she was eager. The amazing Doctor Robyn had arranged for her to be set upon and she was thrilled to be helpless as they gripped her limbs tight and yanked her hair. A hand slapped her bottom firmly as Peter continued his casual fucking of her mouth. And more fingers were probing her cunt, crudely fumbling in her intimate place. Ruth could no longer hide that she was warm and wet for them.

At the instant Peter withdrew from her mouth, their strong hands dragged her roughly across the room. Ruth knew that the strangers intended to penetrate her and use her without rest. But the fear was exhilarating -- the men touching her and manhandling her in just the way she'd imagined so often. Peter liked to drag her around, throwing her onto the bed. Now there were five of them and she had no chance of resisting.

Tossed onto her back, the men were grabbing at her wrists and her ankles. They were spreading her, exposing her, at the same time as she was pinned down. Ruth didn't bother trying to stop them. It was crude and humiliating but at least they'd given her mouth some respite.

Rough hands stroked the inside of her thighs. The mere thought of consent had been abandoned. Ruth had to endure the men ogling her and touching her. Fingers pressed to her pussy, spreading her delicate lips. A finger jammed into her wet opening. Then two, accompanied by a snigger.

"Whore loves it. Fucking wet."

"Move over. I'm going to taste it."

Already the driver was straddling her, his thin cock wielded above her like a weapon. Strong hands pushed her knees apart as the driver sank down. His weight reminded Ruth that she was trapped. But his hands were almost delicate as he placed his dick into her cleavage and squeezed her big tits. Was this the final denouement? -- that a man could use her body in such a perverted way? Though Ruth felt a dirty pleasure that his dick was so hard as he began to thrust himself between her breasts.

A mouth pressed against her sex - her wet cunt. She could not guess which man it was, but his stubble was strangely exciting as he slurped at her greedily. Ruth tried to cry out - in protest or in delight? It had been a revelation to discover that men like to pleasure a woman with their mouths. But her own mouth was filled once more as Peter grabbed her hair so as to plunge past her lips. Ruth was taken aback by the sudden assault but there was no mistaking that big cock.

Peter wielding his meat seemed to send the others into a frenzy. The driver was shoved from atop her breasts so that hands could grasp and squeeze her flesh. Hidden by Peter and his wonderful cock, someone pinched and yanked on her nipples and Ruth was forced to scream her pain around the fat phallus that was reaming her mouth. There was no mercy from Peter.

Hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. Others took firm hold of her ankles and spread her wide, as if to offer her holes for the delight. Someone took advantage, a new mouth clamping over her cunt to bite her flesh and thrust a tongue into her now sopping wet hole.

"Told you, the bitch tastes good," came a voice and Ruth was relieved and humiliated in equal measures.

Peter relinquished her mouth but that was only to allow another -- was it Mickey? -- to drag her by the hair so that her mouth was turned, ready for him to fill it with his own hard prick. He rammed hard, as if wanting to damage her. It was uncomfortable to have a hard dick forced so roughly. Though Ruth reminded herself that it was her adulterous desires that had brought her to this state.

And she remembered her fear. Was this how she had dreamed it? Obedience, submission -- these had been her secret craving. Five strong men, lust-filled and assuming they would have their way with her, pinning her down and spreading her. All the better to have access to her body. Ruth had wanted to pleasure those men in her dreams. Their big hard dicks and their crude insistent penetration of her holes. But now it was all so real. And why was her cunt so wet for them?