Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.
*****************************
Doctor Robyn was very pleased to hear the details of Ruth’s threesome with her Master — and the brown-skinned Deepana. Pleased enough that it made her cunt wet. Often it was best that she did not participate in the deviant therapy she prescribed for her patients. That didn’t stop her wanting full reports. After listening to Ruth, she’d already decided she’d ask her wife for some anal play that night.
“Its natural for you to want to give pleasure,” explained the Doctor. “But you need to be taken and used.”
“That day felt like they were both using me,” Ruth replied. “I know they both enjoyed it.”
“So you have you misgivings. But this therapy is perfect for you. You are happier. Your marriage is better. And I think your husband is happier.”
It was true that Ruth’s marriage had improved markedly since she’d begun the perverted therapy. Her needs were being met, at last. Even better, being fucked by other men, engaging in once perverse acts, had increased her confidence to change things in her marital bed. The husband had no inkling of Ruth’s therapy — her sexual submission, her participation in group sex — but he, too, had learned to enjoy all manner of pleasures.
“My husband initiates sex more often now,” she reminded the Doctor. “And he likes to watch in the mirror when he enters me from behind.”
The Doctor understood that the husband would never provide all of Ruth’s needs. But there was no harm in him trying new things in their marital bed.
“I drank his cum twice last week,” Ruth confided.
The classy wife and mother could not hide her delight at using her mouth to pleasure her husband. It had been a major step forward in her marriage. Now she could engage regularly in one of her favourite acts – feeling his throbbing, pulsing cock and the spurting of warm, salty fluid over her tongue.
“You also wanted facials from him. Any progress?”
Ruth could still blush like a new bride. But her shy grin told the therapist that Ruth was still hopeful.
“And I watch him pee, now,” Ruth went on. “I wonder if one day he will want to share that with me.”
The Doctor knew that this was a genuine desire for Ruth. But she also knew that would be big a mountain for the husband.
“Well, be careful. Your therapy is helping your marriage. But do not mix them together.”
Ruth nodded to show her understanding. She was a conservative, middle-aged woman who cheated so totally on her unsuspecting husband. There was no point denying how much happier she was thanks to Robyn’s deviant therapy. But above all she was committed to preserving her marriage.
“Besides, I need you to focus,” Robyn was saying. “You will make an appointment to see this judge next week.”
Ruth took the proffered paper with the details. She guessed that more detailed instructions would follow soon enough.
“Oh, and Virginia will have her assistant contact you soon.”
Ruth knew what that meant. It turned out that she’d not felt one bit dirty after being used by the powerful female executive to entertain two male business partners. Her recently found freedom gave Ruth every licence to be a slut. She’d felt safe and yet had shivered with anticipation for what those strangers would want. Perhaps the same two men had requested Ruth again.
*************************
Ruth had put a lot of thought into her clothes for her appointment with the judge. It was important to blend into the professional air of his chambers. That was easy enough since Ruth usually moved in such circles. Yet, Robyn’s instructions were clear and Ruth knew that her mission was to be a slut. She had settled for a tight black dress that more than hinted at her ample bosom.
She didn’t know it, but the judge had been one of the Doctor’s more challenging patients. A man of importance and power, he’d developed thoughts about his inadequacy which had been interfering with his work. As an older fellow, he might have been considered an unlikely candidate for Robyn’s strange therapies. But eventually she had prescribed a steady dose of having his cock sucked, and cumming freely into the mouth of women.
All that Ruth knew was that she was once again in the role of assistant. And that an older man, a member of the bench, needed her eager skills.
“I know that we have a mutual friend,” the judge said to Ruth. “But I don’t think I can give you legal help.”
He was more than ten years older than the woman in front of him. He thought her very attractive. Her figure was nicely curved and he appreciated the way her generous bust was highlighted by her dress. It was enough to hold his attention despite his busy schedule.
“Your Honour. I don’t need any legal help. But Robyn… our mutual friend… she told me to give you something.”
“Well, that’s lovely but I don’t know what kind of help I need.”
“I was told it had to be very special. And discreet.”
Ruth was doing her best to smile sweetly. But she bursa escort was experiencing a new kind of nervousness. The judge was well-connected. And she was in his chambers where she was uncertain of the risks of lewd behaviour. The judge was seeming to feign ignorance of her mission. But Ruth had her instructions.
Still smiling at the older man, she unbuttoned the top of her dress. He maintained his officious gaze and Ruth felt compelled to undo two more buttons. Now her cleavage was easily visible to the judge. She felt wildly exposed, at his mercy. But her therapy, and her submission, required more.
“You see, your Honour,” she said while trying to stop her voice from trembling. “The Doctor told me about a service that I am provide for you today.”
His face changed in an instant. Or perhaps that was because Ruth was still opening the front of her dress. She’d chosen a particular bra for this visit — it was the only one that gave maximum exposure to her cleavage while retaining some control over her juicy double-Ds. Ruth had told herself it was a gift for her husband but it was perfect for a mission like this.
“Well… I see…” he was trying to say. “But surely not here.”
Doctor Robyn had warned Ruth about this patient. She was expected to lure him into accepting the surprise gift. It was intended as an important milestone in his own therapy. Ruth was motivated by the order that she provide oral sex to this older man. And the opportunity to drink the cum of a senior member of the bench.
“Doctor’s orders” smiled Ruth as she made her way around the impressive wooden desk.
“I see… but this is… not the place…”
Ruth perched on the edge of his heavy wooden desk. Her tits – heavy and firm — threatened to burst out of the skimpy bra that was only barely containing them. Leaning forward, she gave the judge a closer look at her impressive cleavage.
“Doctor’s orders,” she repeated.
She took his hand and drew it up towards her exposed flesh. The judge was a man, after all, and in no mood to resist the opportunity. He’d been as shocked as any of the good Doctor’s patients to discover the nature of her therapy. As a proper man in a serious job he’d wanted to refuse.
“Touch me, your Honour,” Ruth said sweetly. “Please.”
She had worried about becoming a slut. Now she was being exactly that. And under orders of her so-called therapist. Suddenly she was not concerned at all — this was exciting and pleasing. She was grateful for therapy required her to follow the orders of the depraved Doctor Ruth.
“Squeeze them,” she urged the older man.
“You are very forward,” he murmured, letting his hand grope the warm, soft globes of her tits.
“Its therapy,” Ruth replied with a naughty grin.
She adjusted her dress — and her bra — to make more of her flesh accessible to the judge. He could not really believe what was happening. The deviant Doctor had told him that more lewd behaviour was the best treatment for him. She’d given him numerous opportunities to enjoy sexual play with different women. All of that had helped him to focus better on his important job. But this was different.
“You have wonderful breasts,” he croaked from his dry throat.
“Take a closer look,” she told him.
The judge had quickly sized-up this woman — a wonderful body for her age with lovely curves and a very healthy bust. She was the type of woman he mixed with socially. Except that she wanted to draw attention to her big tits. He saw that as Ruth leaned closer, presenting her cleavage so that it was practically touching his face. She was enjoying this assignment – perhaps being a slut was not so bad after all. It was exciting to be so free and easy with her sexuality. The best illustration was to place one hand behind the older man’s head and pull his face into her cleavage.
“Yes, that’s better,” she cooed.
“Hmmmm…” he tried to reply, the pale tit flesh muffling his words.
“This is the kind of therapy Doctor Robyn prescribes.”
“Its what I pay her for,” he mumbled again.
Of course there was more to the judge’s therapy than enjoying her tits. She reached down and gently pressed a hand against his crotch. That made the judge almost jump in his seat. But Ruth could already feel the hardness. This would not be such a tough assignment after all.
“Pleased to see me, your Honour?” she giggled.
“The Doctor promised me a slut.”
“Then let me show you.”
She dropped to her knees as if it was an everyday thing — which, of course, it was for Ruth. No need to wait for him to protest. Quickly her fingers were opening his trousers. A nice, hard cock sprang into view.
“Hmmm… your Honour, that is so lovely.”
Ruth still had never seen a cock that she did not like. The judge was a man of modest proportions but it was hard and erect. A good size for her to engulf with her soft mouth. Only a little wriggling was required on his part to fully expose his cock and his balls. Ruth could not help smiling as she got to work, gently massaging the precious bursa eskort bayan eggs as she licked up and down the length of his shaft. The judge was not shocked by that – the good Doctor herself had administered his therapy on occasion as well as arranging for fetching young women to attend his sessions. Still, this seemingly classy woman was as eager as any of them.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted softly. “You are a slut.”
“I love using my mouth on lovely cocks like this one.”
She was expertly massaging his balls as she grinned at him. The truth was that she enjoyed being these assignments. It helped that the deviant Doctor kept finding new ways for her to express her true self. So many men and so many cocks. Her fingers curled around his now throbbing phallus.
“Enjoy your therapy,” she grinned before lowering her head and wrapping her lips around the older man’s shaft.
It twitched as she began to engulf him. All men did that and it was always a delight for a confirmed fellatrix. She swirled her tongue around the shaft as she sank deeper. After so much practice, Ruth knew that she could accommodate the judge’s entire meat in her mouth. But a little more practice would do no harm.
“Ohhh… fuck… my whole cock. Dirty whore.”
Ruth took that as a compliment. She’d once longed to have men use her mouth for their wicked pleasures. The good Doctor had seen to it that Ruth had developed her cock-sucking talents. Now they were needed by another of the Doctor’s patients.
“This whore wants to drink your seed,” she announced.
With fingers wrapped round the base of the judicial cock, Ruth began her expert bobbing. Using pressure from her lips and teasing with her feminine tongue, she easily took his average size in her mouth. She was almost loving in her efforts. And the older man’s cock grew still harder in response. Which was her signal to work hands-free, hands on his thighs to steady herself as she slurped up and down.
The judge was enjoying his most daring ever headjob. And he thought perhaps this classy woman was the best cocksucker he’d yet experienced. She was amazing in her ability to work from his tip to the base. And he could glance down to admire her fleshy cleavage. Perhaps the kinky therapist would permit him a tit-fuck in their next session. But there was no doubt that this slut was set on consuming all his ball juice.
“Fuck… you love sucking cock.”
“I do love it,” she replied, now stroking his meat with one hand as she looked up into his eyes. “Especially when the Doctor makes me.”
“You are a whore for her?”
“For you. And I want you to cum.”
“Gonna swallow?” he groaned.
“Empty your balls. Give me your whole load.”
“Dirty bitch…”
She already had his shaft back in her mouth. The judge had as much right as any man to an expert headjob — and Doctor Robyn had commanded it. Expertly, Ruth alternated her speed and depth, teasing his throbbing meat as his balls began to rise up. And the judge, at last feeling more daring, remembered how the therapist had been encouraging him to hold a woman’s head — all the better to fuck her mouth. Both hands closed around Ruth, his fingers gripping her brown hair as he began to pull her harder onto his manhood.
Of course, Ruth enjoyed her work much more once the judge began to take control. A regular cock-sucking was a fine thing but her body responded all the better once the judge took control, happy to use the willing female kneeling before him.
“You whore… letting me use your mouth… the Doctor… yeah, suck me good…”
With all her practice, and so many men, Ruth knew the telltale throbbing. She knew just how much pressure to apply with her lips as he tried to force her head up and down. Smaller cocks were easier to accommodate and the older man was clearly excited to be deep-throated by the willing slut.
“Take it, slut… here it comes… ohhh, farrrck… you bitch…”
He jammed her head down so that his dick was buried in her mouth. Ruth felt his balls against her chin. Then came that marvellous eruption as his first blast flooded her mouth.
“Yeeesss… faaaarrrckkk…”
It was heavenly for Ruth, as always, to receive this man’s cum. He did not have the power of a younger man but the torrent of semen was as welcome as any. Since he was buried deep she was not really able to taste him — but he gave enough that she was forced to swallow. Which was almost the best part of providing oral to a stranger.
“My oh my… hmmm… what a good slut,” he moaned as once more pumped his cock in her sweet mouth.
Ruth dutifully continued her sucking. Of course she would clean him of very drop. It would not do to leave stains on the judge’s expensive suit. Perhaps the judge agreed since he kept a hold of Ruth’s head until his cock started to soften. She opened her mouth for the judge, showing how she’d received and swallowed his entire load.
“Well… hmmm… I should apologise… sometimes my therapy…”
“That was the best kind of therapy,” she assured him with a grin. “Please don’t apologise.”
“I might have to pay the Doctor a little more for a whore like you.”
Ruth thought that was sweet. She was proud to be an assistant in so much deviant therapy. As it happened, the judge had made the assignment more than enjoyable for her. It was always more satisfying to get a stomach-full of semen.
It took only moments to fix her dress so that no-one could guess what had transpired. She left the older man panting and looking stunned.
********************
The next assignment might have seemed a little disappointing. Ruth had hoped that the same two business partners of Ms Sanders would have requested her again. In truth, on that night she’d felt like a high-price escort — except that she was provided free to the two men — and that humiliation had excited her. It had been a frequent part of her masturbation thoughts ever since. Naturally, being used by two men at once was better than a single male. And they’d been insistent, if gentle, so that her secret, submissive self had helped her to orgasm many times that night. She’d been disappointed to realise there was to be no repeat.
Petra was unaware of all that. The beautiful assistant to the imposing Virginia Sanders had been more matter-of-fact when communicating to Ruth about her next assignment for the powerful lawyer. Time and place were simple enough — Ruth would easily make an excuse to her husband. She was ordered to purchase new sexy lingerie. Ms Sanders’ account would be accessible for her. Ruth did not think much of the command to wear red, since that was not her colour, but of course she would obey.
“Thank you,” she said to Petra, somehow feeling submissive even to the sexy PA.
“No need,” giggled the blonde woman over the phone. “Ms Sanders is giving me a night with her slave boy.”
Ruth could hardly have forgotten that young man. And his prodigious penis. Petra was a very lucky employee if she was to play with that massive log. Ruth had guessed she’d never get the chance — the point of Ms Sanders showing-off her male slave had been to reinforce that she was more powerful than the submissive Ruth.
The new assignment was also about power. Feeling nervous, as always, Ruth had assumed that she and some new business partner would share dinner in an expensive restaurant, getting to know one another. Instead, the arrangement was to meet this man in his expensive hotel suite. Once more, Ruth felt like a call-girl rather than a classy, older woman with needs. It was humiliating and she reminded herself that such depravity was part of her new life. The thought of being used by a stranger was always exciting. She focused her thoughts on what might be expected of her. So long as this man planned to use and abuse her.
At the suite, she found an older man — looking wealthy and very distinguished in an expensive, tailored suit. Seemingly a man of few words, he at least smiled as he showed her inside. The glass of expensive wine he offered perhaps was intended to help with her nerves. Ruth was relieved that she had chosen a classy dress, not something that screamed “slut” to the room. And she knew this was not like the judge — no need to be too forward and go to her knees without instructions.
“I am pleased you are here,” he said softly.
He was a little shorter than Ruth, which surprised her for some reason. Not much to look at really. Greying hair and not very attractive. He could have been an associate of her husband. Though Ruth knew he was a wealthy and important business leader from out of town. And surely a sexual deviant of some kind.
“It was very nice to be asked,” she replied with a smile that ignored the fact she’d been ordered.
Had the order come from Doctor Robyn or from Virginia Sanders? Ruth no longer was sure. The only definite thing was that this was all part of the special, deviant therapy she’d agreed to partake in. It was therapy that had made her into a submissive slut who could be made available to fulfill the sexual desires of rich business executive. Her cunt was throbbing with anticipation.
“You can refer to me as Sir. And then you can remove your dress.”
“Yes. Sir.”
It wasn’t the use of his title that thrilled Ruth. She had her own younger man that she casually called “Master”. The older stranger had an air that made it exciting to have such formality. He was letting her know that he was in charge in every way. Slowly, she removed her dress to reveal the red lingerie. A skimpy bra with holes that allowed her erect nipples to be displayed for him. Stockings and a suspender belt that looked so bright against her pale skin. A tiny G-string that Ruth guessed was already damp.
She forgot all about her normal life as the older man admired her near naked form. Her sole focus was on submitting to and pleasing this man. Because that was what her therapy required. And because being used for his pleasure was all that mattered then. She tried not to smile as his eyes showed his delight at her shapely body. But she could not stop her panting as he ran his fingers over her exposed nipples. The gentle hefting of her firm DD-cup breasts. His hand running around her waist and down to her tight arse, gently squeezing her bare bum with satisfaction at what Virginia Sanders had sent him.
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32