Ruth's Therapy - S01 E95

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E95

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 95

He had a close-up view and that thought seemed to make her climax even more powerful. She wanted to give him a show. To prove how much she enjoyed teasing her cunt for him. If only he'd finger her hole or lick her. The thought of being fucked drove her orgasm to new heights.

"Now finger yourself," he was ordering through the chaos of her orgasm. "Stuff two fingers into that pussy."

Cock would have been better for Ruth. But she was still grateful for his command. Her cunt was aching for attention. And so wet that her two fingers easily slipped fully inside her. The throbbing of her first orgasm was incredibly satisfying. She knew if she kept rubbing her clit another would follow in seconds.

"Finger yourself," the older man repeated. "Fuck your pussy while I watch."

Ruth knew she was a total slut. She proved it by cumming again, harder as she rammed two fingers hard into her cunt while the stranger watched. If only he'd take out his cock and fuck her just as hard. She was groaning loudly now but she ignored the shame -- it was all part of the show, after all. If the man had looked up her body he'd have seen her luscious DD-cups heaving as she bucked with the force of her climax. But he was focused only on her cunt and Ruth responded by trying to ram her fingers still harder into her sopping hole.

"Good girl," he commented when she was finished.

Ruth could see that he was, indeed, an experienced pervert. He knew how to read her body and that she needed a short break. If only to regather her energy for another round. She lay panting and broken on the bed as the stranger poured himself another glass of wine. Perhaps he'd want to have his cock sucked next. He still was fully clothed, only removing his tie to leave his collar open. The stranger had other things on his mind than his cock.

"Again," he ordered her soon enough.

A man of few words, the stranger obviously knew what he wanted. And Ruth was still minded to obey him. As Doctor Ruth had said, obedience and giving pleasure was her new, secret life.

"Yes, slow," he urged her. "Two fingers. Deep."

She was still horny. Still wet. But now the stranger was getting into his stride. The bitch was responsive and just as obedient as Virginia had promised. He was ready to take advantage.

"Your bottom," he said simply. "A finger in your bottom."

Ruth was in no mood to refuse. Turned-on, obedient, degraded -- her task was to give the older man everything he wanted and Ruth did not like to fail. Luckily, she'd learned enough from her therapy that she quickly adopted the position. On her side, one leg behind her arm, she now displayed both her fuck holes. This was the kind of behaviour that made her secret life so satisfying. Keenly watching his reaction, she fingered her soaking cunt while solely penetrating her own anus with her other hand. And, fuck, it felt good, too.

"That looks like a tight hole."

"Oh yes... it is, Sir... so tight... do you like it?..."

"You like it in your bottom?"

"Sir, yes I do... oh, Sir..."

In truth, Ruth rarely fingered that place herself. But the heat in that smooth passage was a delight. As was the sensation of her fingers rubbing against each other as she plumbed both holes. She dropped her head back, focused on the exquisite pleasure of being degraded for his pleasure.

"Let me watch you cum again. While you finger that bottom."

"Ohh... fuck, yes... Sir, I'm cumming... cuuummmmingggggg..."

Now the stranger moved his chair closer. Ruth had never done anything like this. And still the older man was fully clothed as she lay almost naked. But his steady gaze was irresistible. The red lingerie highlighting her shapely bottom and hungry hole. Ruth had no idea but she started to drive her finger deeper into her rectum. The nameless man was more than delighted by such a show from a woman who appeared to be so mature and conservative.

"Use this now. In your pussy."

It took Ruth a second to realise that he was pressing the empty wine bottle into her hand. Was that too much? She wondered if this older man was the most depraved she'd ever met. She'd gladly have let him play with her heaving tits. Or choose to fuck her married hole. Ruth was almost desperate to suck his older cock, to take his throbbing hardness against her tongue. Those were all things a slut was happy to do for a dominant man. But, still panting from that last string of powerful orgasms, there was no question that she would obey his wish.

Looking into his eyes, she took the weight of the bottle and pressed the tip into her fleshy cunt hole. The glass was so hard but there was no question the glass neck would easily penetrate her wet hole. Plus she was aching for something more than fingers. She moaned aloud as she pressed the hard glass tip into her opening.

"Virginia tells me you are married, slut."

"Yes... yes, Sir... married."

"Does he know about your talents?"

"No, Sir," she moaned while forcing the bottle further into her gushing hole. "A secret..."

"You really are the perfect slut," he announced, his hand now gently pressing the base of the bottle she gripped so tightly.

"Oh...Sir..." came the desperate moan from Ruth who wished it was a real cock instead.

"Your pussy loves it hard."

"Yes, its good...oh, Sir... faaaarrckkk..."

The older man was so casual in the way he used her. After all, Ms Sanders had promised that this slut would satisfy his every desire. At last he deigned to touch her - a single finger flicking over her erect little clitoris. And the combination of sensations was overwhelming for Ruth who knew she was on the verge of still more wicked orgasms.

"Fuck yourself," he told her. "Fuck yourself."

Ruth was only too happy to obey. It was a different experience to be used in this way. But she had rolled onto her back, forgetting his instruction to finger her arsehole. With the bottle gripped in both hands, she proceeded to drive it into her hungry cunt. The size of the glass neck meant she would reach places her fingers had not. But it was her disgraceful display and the hunger in her cunt that really did the job for Ruth. Ignoring the risk of bruising her tunnel, she rammed hard and fast with the empty wine bottle while cumming all over again. The technique worked well, coupled with feeling his warm breath on her inner thighs.

"Ohh... oh, Sir... yes, I am fucking... fucking myself... cumming, Sir..."

The stranger could see that. The bucking hips and writhing so that those juicy double-Ds jiggled as each climax powered through the slut's pale body. He was more than impressed at her sexual energy, observing how the bottle had made her more aroused. The older man did not care whether Ruth enjoyed an audience for her masturbation. The evening was about his needs. But this slut was willing to do anything he wanted. And now the stranger wanted even more depravity.

With one hand, he grabbed at her rounded arse. At first Ruth thought that he merely was groping her, enjoying her flesh. But soon she realised he wanted her to change position. That interrupted the flow of her orgasms from fucking herself with the hard glass. She was almost disappointed as the stranger took the empty wine bottle in his own hands, still trying to push her into position. Finally, Ruth understood that she was to be on hands and knees, presenting her holes to the deviant stranger.

She felt him tugging the soaked G-string out of the way. It was hot to have her holes displayed to a fully-clothed stranger. But she did not expect what came next -- an unmistakable pressure on her anus as the older man tried to insert the tip of the wine bottle.

"Oh... Sir..."