Ruth's Therapy - S01 E50

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

Ruth wished to honour both men in her life. After all, the good Doctor had shown the way to submit to her loving husband. It was still important that he was her husband. But he was timid and small. And her deepest, most powerful need was to capitulate to the wonderful Master Peter -- to give the younger man total control of her body.

"Yes, Master, she replied, almost with regret. "He still fucks me... but he will never command me as you do."

"And Doctor Robyn will have uses for you," Peter observed.

"Yes, Master. I understand that. Please... I owe her so much."

Peter waved away her concerns. It pleased him to know that she was a willing adulterer and eager to serve him sexually. Whatever Robyn wanted from Ruth would only further loosen her inhibitions, allowing her to descend to new depravities.

"You are my personal whore."

Ruth was relieved and thrilled. She felt her heart pound and her cunt moisten.

"Yes, Master. That's all I want. Doctor Robyn... she taught me... and now..."

He was silent. In her once fevered imaginings, the men had hardly ever spoken. And now here was her new Master, with his own magical way of owning and controlling her without using his voice. His presence was enough -- along with the power of his hands. Standing before her, Peter was communicating in a way that touched her deeply. Holding back her need to babble, she reached for him with shaking hands and began to undo his jeans.

The hard cock quickly bounced into view. It was a thing of wonder and power -- Ruth wanted only to worship her Master's cock. Smaller than David, perhaps, but near to eight inches and perfect as far as she was concerned. A silent smile told Ruth what to do.

With her lips around the shaft, she could feel him still growing and hardening, Confident in serving her Master, the once timid wife proceeded to surround him with her soft, warm mouth. Her heart leapt at his soft moan of pleasure. Wanting to prove her worth, holding her lips just as she'd been taught, Ruth tried to engulf the mighty phallus.

Peter knew what Ruth was capable of. But still he was eager to test her. Placing his hands firmly on her head, he began to thrust with force into her sweet, married mouth. He was too large for most women but still drove hard into the mouth of the willing slut. It pleased him to see the drool run down her chin. The sounds of her choking were music to his ears.

"Take it," he said softly, but firmly.

Ruth was excited by his demand. She was a happily married woman but her wimpy husband could never use her mouth as did this powerful man. The discomfort, the gagging from his great bulk, was proof of his rights over her. Ruth had always been curious when watching other women being face-fucked. Now she thought only of the joy of being a cock-sucking slut who was dedicated to servicing her Master in exactly the same way.

It was even more thrilling when Master withdrew used his hard cock to slap her face. Ruth had not understood at first. But she'd been slapped with his cock in front of those other men. Peter had shown who was in control, reinforced her subservience. Now she was grateful to receive the slaps across her face from that powerful cock.

Wordlessly, Master Peter dragged Ruth off her feet and onto the bed. She watched as he undressed completely and lay beside her, his long body hinting at physical power that her puny husband could never muster.

"Lick my balls," he grunted at her.

The Master had heavy balls, covered in a light matting of hair. As a girl, she'd been taught to fear them -- both the danger of fertility and their being a source of much pain for a male. But they were objects for fascination and Peter lifted and spread his knees to give access for her soft tongue. Her reward for gently lapping her Master's precious eggs was soft sighs of pleasure. Ruth promised herself that she would find a way to share this perverse pleasure with her poor husband.

"My cock," Peter growled now.

Thrilled by his curt demands, she greedily resumed her sucking of the big shaft -- almost eight inches, she knew, and the kind of penis she would have fallen in love with. And Peter, still eager to push Ruth, forced her head further down on his bulk. She did not resist though she was pleased that her Master preferred merely to press on her head to signal his needs rather than to yank her hair. But then he pushed her off and Ruth was left with her mouth agape.

"Get on," came the order.

"Master?..." said Ruth, genuinely unsure of what was required.

"Sit on it. Fuck me."

"Oh, but Master... I've never..."

But Master Peter was simply pointing. Ruth, totally obedient, finally understood and moved to begin squatting above her Master. Yes, she had seen this position on these wicked porn movies but riding a man seemed strange and acrobatic. She cursed her sexual inexperience as she wobbled above him, feeling foolish with the fear of losing her balance as she tried to guide Master's hardness into her wet, married hole.

Peter was happy to wait. It pleased him to know he would expand the slut's limited sexual repertoire. Robyn had assured him that Ruth would accede to every request -- a cowgirl ride was merely the start.

"Yes..." he moaned as she began to sink onto him. "Good bitch, yes..."

"Oh, good Jesus," groaned Ruth as she began to impale herself. "Oh, Master..."

Now Ruth could truly feel the power of that massive, throbbing meat as she sank further. She had never experienced anything quite like this, a big cock touching her in so many new places. It was almost poking into her insides, completely filling her -- not even David's monster cock had felt like this.

"Move," commanded her Master.

The once conservative woman didn't really know what to do. But quickly she discovered that however she moved her hips was guaranteed to provide pure pleasure. Her husband could never give her these sensations with his smaller dick. Soon she worked out how to grind her hips so that Master's big meat was rubbing against the inside of her cunt. And Peter started to lift his hips, driving his rock-hard pole up into the ecstatic submissive.

"Master... oh, fuck..."

Peter could no longer resist those juicy DD-sized tits. He squeezed them hard as Ruth built towards her first orgasm. That made her sounds grow louder. And Peter was keen to hurt his new submissive, squeezing hard on her thick nipples to test her limits. Ruth protested the pain yet she was turned-on by his wish to use her body.

"I'm cumming... sorry, Master.... Oh..."

The ramming of his cock near her cervix caused a dull pain but that only enhanced the power of her orgasm. And his cruel yanking on her nipples was almost a distraction and, yet, she came even harder. She was sure she felt his cock harden still more. Peter had no objections to her orgasming without permission. He was excited by response of the married submissive slut.

Now he tossed Ruth over, face-down on the bed. Peter was a man of few words and, besides, he got what he wanted from this new submissive just by manhandling her. Ruth was still gasping from her orgasms but thrilled as she felt his hand pressed between her shoulder blades and her legs dragged apart roughly. Her silent Master could not have treated her any better.

Peter knew that his submissive whore was hot and pliable after her initial orgasmic delights. He had no trouble sticking the tip of his finger into her tight, hairless arsehole.

"Ohhh, Master..." she groaned.

It was a mixture of delight and fear. Master Peter wanted her tight hole and Ruth was overjoyed. The fact that he could take her body so casually was really her dream come true. But still she was inexperienced and he was large -- could she take him all without screaming in pain? Ruth reminded herself that she was a good submissive and had kept up her butt plug routine just for this.

Nor did Peter fail to notice the swollen, wet cunt lips. For an older woman, this submissive bitch enjoyed being fucked. He shoved a digit into her steaming cunt as he began to work the first finger deeper into that tight, warm tunnel. His concern was not so much for Ruth, of course. He knew that once her rectum was properly stretched it would more easily accept his fat meat.

"On your knees," he ordered.

He used his hands to lift Ruth's hips, positioning her so that her arse was nicely spread. Then he grabbed her hands, causing Ruth to fall onto her face -- but he wanted her hands on her butt cheeks.

"Open them," he growled.

"Please, Master," she begged -- wanting to not be hurt but wanting him, all the same, to plunge his massive penis into her fragile bum hole.

With a slaver of spit on the head of his cock, her Master pressed against her tight opening. She was nicely practiced and perfectly soft. With a gentle thrust he popped his cockhead past her opening and smiled as he heard Ruth gasp with pleasure. But the next thrust was sooner than she was ready for and this time her sound was of a short stab of pain.

"Take it," he grunted, determined to take advantage.