Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 68
"Master, you fuck me so good..."
He only stopped, in fact, when he felt his own balls beginning to boil. It would be too easy to blast his seed into her cunt. This day he intended to test her stamina like never before. He slowed, then, easing his thrusting as he fought off his own climax.
Ruth was still panting hard on the bed, grateful for such a screwing. In her mind, Master had used her as he should. And she exalted in his slower thrusting. Her cunt was still spasming around his thick shaft as his cock continued to slide in her soaking tunnel. She moaned for him, thinking that he wished to prolong her pleasure. Her loving husband never thought to do that.
Peter, however, was far from done. He was in control and the wet cunt was still lush around his thick cock. It suited him to keep screwing the helpless slut - more gently now but no less incessant. As his own pleasure dictated, he gradually increased his pace and power of his thrusting. Before Ruth was ready, he was once again forcing his entire length into her, each time running his cock from the tip to the base. And he heard the telltale moans of pleasure from his slut.
The married, older woman really was enjoying his extended screwing. It was intoxicating to be so helpless. To be used as a personal slut. She felt every inch of him and, still tied tight to the bed, it was only a matter of time before she was cumming again. Multiple orgasms were another learning from her therapy and it excited her to be so slutty with her Master.
Still, Peter did not stop his fucking. The sight of her curvy mature body splayed on his bed made certain of that. The rippling of her flesh as he rammed into her was arousing, a sign of how much he could take from her.
Ruth knew that her Master had not cum. She guessed that he must be saving that for her bottom. And, yet, he kept sawing his big penis in and out of her cunt. The slut knew about Peter's stamina but she had no idea that he might wish to make her sore. Time for some more pleading.
"Please, Master... cum for me... please..."
Ruth had no idea that her Master was edging himself. But she was grateful, as ever, to be of service to Master and his thick cock. The stroking of his hardness inside her could only heighten her post-orgasmic reverie. Unthinking, her sounds changed from moaning pleasure to soft surrender. And, hearing her plea, he began once more to pound her poor cunt. How many men wished to have a submissive like this? -- a woman who was so giving, so ready to let him use her cunt.
Peter was eager to press on but it was necessary, for a moment, to withdraw from the luscious hole. All the better to delay his own climax. Not that his slut should be allowed to relax, however. Stretched as she was, her bottom begged for a spanking and Peter happily distracted himself by administering a volley of stinging slaps. Her tiny noises in response were music to his ears.
Turned-on by her lush body, excited by her devoted submission, Peter soon needed to shove his dick into his slut once more. He knew that Ruth was beyond the limits of her need. The flow of her juices had subsided. But her cunt still felt good around his cock. It merely required a little extra pressure to drive his length fully into the helpless hole. He slapped her bottom again as he fully seated his cock inside her.
The older slut didn't know the reason for his brief pauses. She only knew that Master wished to fuck her cunt some more. And that was his right. Her body belonged to him, her holes only for his pleasure. Wasn't that the real lesson from her therapy? Her body was beyond orgasms -- at least for now. There was a new, strange warmth in her tunnel. Too much of his dick would make her sore. But she would never ask her Master to stop. She happily received his cock and rejoiced in being able to serve this man so thoroughly.
The stinging blows on her bottom were different. Having no idea of her therapy from Mr Burns, he enjoyed slapping her taut, exposed buttocks. He needed only a brief pause to let his own boiling subside a little. But Ruth almost enjoyed the spanking. She could sense his curiosity, wanting to test her response. And the stinging in her fleshy cheeks distracted from the ache in her tunnel.
Peter was aroused still more by her placid acceptance of his dominance. The older woman was at his mercy. And if he was to damage her cunt, then it was only because she belonged to him. She'd promised her body to him and it was strangely pleasing to know that her Master was prolonging his own pleasure at her cost.
The burning in Ruth's cunt did not subside even when Master Peter finally withdrew himself. Could he make her so raw as to bleed? But she did not regret the aching. It was more important to know that she'd given her best to her Master.
"Now wear my cum," he growled to her.
Excited, hungry, she turned her face towards him. A facial from her Master was always a delight. It was a simple act but, more than giving her holes to him, it signified her worship for him and his manly energy. To be degraded by him was nothing more than the natural order. And a proof of the value of her therapy.
Ruth barely realised that she was moaning with delight as Peter sprayed his cum over her. The first blast splashed onto the side of her face. The next landed
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