Ruth's Therapy - S01 E96

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E96

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 96

It might have been a protest. This man was some kind of degenerate. And surely this would cause some pain -- at least the beginning. Could her hole even be opened like that? But Ruth found herself moaning as he pressed the glass harder against her delicate opening. He wanted it and, for that reason alone, she wanted it just as badly. She was thrilled by the challenge as much as the dirtiness.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Good girl," he murmured.

Ruth allowed her shoulders to drop flat on the bed. Some lube might have helped her hole to accept the glass prong. But Ruth was an experienced slut now. She pressed her hips back to meet him and reached one hand to her clit. He would not stop, she knew, hearing him spit on the neck of the bottle to help ease his penetration. Some lovely play on her clit was all she needed to accept the invasion of her arsehole.

"Don't stop," she moaned through gritted teeth.

There was discomfort in her arsehole. Her anus was unprepared. And the glass was so hard. But then she felt that familiar popping as her small, dark hole surrendered to the pressure. And the force of his hand was already driving the bottle neck into her sphincters. Her clit responded well to the gentle rubbing. The rest of her could only be thrilled at being debased by the stranger.

"Take it," he commanded.

"Fuck me, Sir," she grunted through the dull pain.

"What a dirty hole," he commented, loving her pale skin against the sinful red of her garter belt.

Ruth knew the older man must be incredibly aroused. She felt helpless to resist as he used her backdoor in the most wicked of ways. Her part in the play was simply to entertain a stranger in a suit as he fucked her most intimate place with wine bottle.

"Oh, Sir... use me... please..."

The wickedness and the dirtiness quickly caused her body to respond. This was the most craven submission she'd ever experienced. Ruth knew she could object, resist. But the intensity, feeling the neck of the bottle working in her rectum, was too good to let it stop. She strummed her clit a little faster.

And the stranger felt the opening of her chute and began to thrust a little faster and deeper, eager to fuck this slut with pure joy. He was more than impressed with this little whore. By the fact that Ruth was cumming now, her body rejoicing in her masturbation as her arsehole was reamed by an empty wine bottle.

"Sir... I'm cum... Sir, ohhh..."

"Good girl. Let it happen," he commanded.

"Don't stop... pleeeeeaassse..."

He was hurting her. The hard glass ramming into her was more than her poor bottom had been trained for. But the dull pain enhanced the thrill of surrendering to his foul desires.

"I'm so dirty. Use meeee...." she cried, fingers still working on her throbbing clit.

He did that happily. The sound of her powerful orgasms filled the room as he filled her chute again and again with the thrusting glass. Such a sexual response was rare, he knew. This slut was the perfect gift from Ms Sanders to seal their new business deal.

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Ms Sanders' new business partner remained fully clothed. That seemed so odd to Ruth. Though she had no complaints about having been used and degraded by this man. Her holes ached dully but she was still panting. Ruth was at her best when being submissive. She did not mean to be greedy. But it was a normal thing now for her to take a cock in her mouth, enjoy the moaning and throbbing followed by the spurting of semen. This man seemed less interested in using her mouth. All the same, providing the utmost pleasure was expected of her.

"Sir... after your wine... if you need to pee..."

"What's that, little girl?"

"Sir... I am here to be used in any way you want."

The stranger's eyes lit up on hearing that. He had enjoyed his favourite deviant pleasures, to be sure. And this precious slut had surprised him already with her capacity to take such abuse. It was not his concern if she would be sore the next day. He'd very much enjoyed ramming her arsehole - harder than any other woman -- and the way she'd climaxed in response. Usually that was about his pleasure and not hers. Some sluts were willing to be degraded and used in that way. Now this classy woman was asking for something more. The stranger was intrigued.

"You want me to urinate on you? Did Ms Sanders tell you to do this?"

"No, Sir. She doesn't know. But I want to be your dirty slut."

His wicked grin was a relief for Ruth -- seeing that he was not offended by a submissive slut making a suggestion. Or was it just the pressure in his bladder that caused his signal to follow him to the bathroom? She caught a glimpse of her pale body encased in the red lingerie. The contrast of colour would be enhanced by his golden piss flowing down her body. A piss shower from a stranger was a new low for her -- and exciting.