by Sofia Connor
Later in the day, the weekend was wrapping up, and James was looking for a way to fuck Mary in the ass. She was still an ass virgin, and he hadn't ripped a virgin ass in years. He decided to make her go to the bedroom with him and her husband. He made her husband strip down and get on his knees. He argued that this wasn't in the deal as James was tying his hands to his thighs so he couldn't move. Then he tied her the same way. He grabbed Frank by the hair and put his cock in his mouth and began telling Mary that he was going to rip some ass before he left. Frank had never tasted a man and he tried to pull away, but he was tied too tightly to fight much. Every time he tried to turn his head away from James' hard cock, James grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved it down his throat, so he quit fighting. Mary watched her husband giving Frank the blowjob, knowing how hard it was to keep from gagging on his dick, she almost felt sorry for him. He withdrew and started lubing and stroking his cock, then he poured lube on both of their asses. He fingered both of them at the same time, pushing his fingers deep in them. They were both begging him not to fuck them, but he was determined he was going to get one, or both. He moved in behind Mary and fucked her pussy for a few minutes, just to remind her how big his dick was. Then he moved in behind her husband.
"So, Mary, I didn't get to fuck your ass this weekend. You were a good girl. There's a problem with that, though, you see, I don't leave a weekend of sex without getting some ass, so which is it going to be? Yours or his?"
"Fuck him," she replied out of spite.
"Noooooooooooooo," he cried, "please don't!"
"Well, Mary did everything I told her to this weekend, so now, I am going to do what she tells me." He put more lube on his dick, grabbed her husband by the hips and slammed his monster cock deep into his ass. He screamed and cried as James ravaged his hole. Mary watched as her husband got his just dues. Frank's hard dick began to wither as James slammed him hard, so James put Frank on his back where he could stroke him. With Franks ass on the edge of the bed and his legs bent toward his chest, James fucked him as he lubed his cock and started stroking him. It wasn't long before Frank squirted his orgasm all over himself. James was still hard and not letting up, and Frank couldn't take any more, he nearly passed out from the pain.
She couldn't stand to hear him crying anymore, "Please stop!," Mary cried, "Please don't hurt him anymore."
"That's what I've been waiting on," James remarked with a smile.
He pulled out of her husband and slapped him on the ass as he moved away. He lubed his cock up and prepared to take his second cherry of the day. James wanted her to see him take her cherry so he put her on the edge of the bed on her back and put a pillow under her to lift her up. He grabbed her neck and pulled her up enough that she was forced to watch as he slammed his fat cock into her ass. He ripped her ass hard and fast, telling her it was her punishment for letting her husband get fucked. She cried and screamed, wishing for it to be over. Her husband was too weak and could only watch her get fucked again, knowing the pain she felt. Finally, when it ended, she thought she was done, but the room had filled with hard cocks waiting their turn at her ass. Sean, Craig, Trent, and Jimmy all took their turns, then her recovered husband. The only one who didn't take a run at her ass was William, he was not there anymore. When she was finally able to upright herself, cum ran out of her ass and down her legs, she couldn't keep it in. The weekend had been long and exhausting by the time the men all left. Sara stayed behind to comfort Mary. They rested the night together with her husband in the bed with them. The next morning, she awoke with Sara's tongue on her pussy. She and Sara made love again, while her husband slept next to them. When they finished, they moved to either side of him and began giving him a blowjob. After he fucked both of them, they all got up and said their goodbyes, leaving for work.
There was hardly a word spoken between them when she and her husband returned home that evening. He knew his brother was waiting for Mary, he had decided not to stand in the way of their new relationship, it was his anniversary gift to her. The fuck-fest was his anniversary gift to himself. Though she didn't accept it, Mary finally understood that it was his lifelong fantasy to watch her being repeatedly forced. The good news was that it never had to happen again, it was all on video for him to enjoy any time he wished. Outside of the relationship with William, Mary gave herself permission to be with both Sean and Sara. It wasn't in her agreement with Frank, but he had turned loose a sexual appetite that she never knew was within her, and she couldn't resist these two. She didn't rock the boat with her husband for what he had done because she had a secret of her own: She loved getting fucked by strangers and she loved the taste of pussy.
The End.
The Therapist Is In
"Her legs look like a road map! Their cover in veins." He tells me angrily.
"You use to say it was a road map to paradise." She says hotly.
"Yea then I followed that map and ended up in Death Valley. There are places there you could get out of with a GPS and a four wheel drive!" He screams back at her.
If you can imagine this is the kind of things I listen to for a living. I get paid to help people get through their marital troubles.
Take Mr. and Mrs. Williams here. They hate the ground each other walks on. They can't stand each other. To be in the same room is to be arguing. They have been screaming at each other for more than three decades!
And my job is to make them not get a divorce when I think it would probably be the best thing for the both of them. Hell they should have been divorced when I was ten!
I've seen it all. Husbands cheating on wives. Wives cheating on husbands. And every flavor in between.
I've had both try to even get with me. They said in school that it would happen. People always fall for their therapist.
"He couldn't get his dick hard with four Viagra and a can of fix a flat!" I listen with out comment as Mrs. Williams yells
"Last time I fucked her I had to go get a tetanus shot her pussy is so rusty!" he counters.
So I listen and I get paid to try to make people look past their problems to the real causes of their marital troubles.
"I'm on a low sodium diet. Every thing she cooks tastes like a salt lick! I think the bitch is trying to kill me!" I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"He puts ketchup on everything he eats. He never even tastes it first just buries it under damn ketchup!"
Thank you both for coming, same time next week.
I sigh in the silence after they leave. I look at my appointment book. Just one left then home to my own wife and our problems.
It the old saying about a plumber's toilet being clogged, a carpenter's deck falling apart, and mechanic's car doesn't run. Well a marital therapist having marital troubles it the same joke.
The sick part is I know 'Our' problem. We like so may of my clients got married too young, then stayed together for the good of our children. Now those children are gone off to live their own lives and we have discover that we have nothing in common. That the two people that fell madly in love with one another are long dead and buried in the past.
Reaching into the drawer of my desk I take out a bottle of hand lotion and wipe down my dry arms. My wife calls it an obsessive habit.
I look up as my receptionist let in my last patient for the day.
"Thank you Jane, that will be all for the day."
I watch Mrs. Tompson make her way over to the chair in front of my desk. She's alone like always. Her husband refused to come to counseling says it's a stupid waste of money. He would rather spend his hard-earned money on new golf clubs.
Least that's what she says.
Having done a profile on him I would say he's spending his money on an affair. I haven't mentioned it to her yet in case I'm mistaken.
I smile my professional smile and get to my feet. Going to the door I look out at the empty lobby. I lock the door.
"So Susan how was this week?' I ask her as I watch her put her purse down in one of the chai
rs.
"Not too much of an improvement. He bought a set of fifty-year-old golf clubs off Ebay. Paid five hundred dollars for them then chewed me out for buying a hundred dollars in clothes. It was one blouse and a skirt!"
I watch her slowly strip off a pair of lacy gloves from her delicate hands.
I move over to stand behind her. She's looking across my desk to the view of the lake outside. The view like the lake are man made, but they still cost a fortune. My colleagues envy me the office though. Says that the view must have a calming affect on my patients.
I haven't noticed.
"This skirt?' I ask her softly.
"Yes." She whispers.
I run my hand down her hip.
"What do you have on under it?"
I hear the intake of breathe, the excited gasp at my touch.
"I'm not wearing anything under it Doctor." She tells me as she places her hands on my desk.
I move my hand to the middle of her back and roughly push her face down onto my desk. My hand pulls her skirt up out the way.
I look down at the beautiful curves of her full figured body. Mrs. Tompson is what they politely call a large waisted woman.
To me that's always ment they had a spectacular ass!
Her skin is warm and soft under my hand as I caress her cheeks. I grip a hand full of her ass then in a rush I drop to my knees behind her.
Leaning I place hard kisses on the soft skin, bringing them ever closer to the center. The warm, inviting place of pleasure forbidden me by my wife.
But not by Mrs. Tompson.
She confessed to me, in one of our first sessions, that her husbands ignoring her ass was one of her primary reasons for their marital difficulties.
To him a woman's ass is a one way street, a no-man's land to be crossed only in the most desperate time usually under fire.
A dirty place. A sinful place even.
Spreading her ass cheeks slowly I take in the inward swirl of her little rose bud. In a way I guess it a good thing her husband doesn't pay more attention to her here. He might have come to notice that she is by far more open now than in years past.
My kisses go down into the dark valley between her cheeks. The warm heat of her pushes against my face as I bury my lips against her.
I listen to her moan as I lick, first softly then with a growing aggression. Finally I'm driving my tongue into her as deep as her ass cheeks will let my face get.
She opens under my mouth first a little, then the muscles relax till I'm meeting little resistance as I push inside.
I stand up and reach down to my pants. I open the zipper and the snap and let them fall to my knees. I lean across her, feeling the hot heat of her ass against my cock. I grab the lotion bottle and stepping back I pour a large squeeze onto my fingers. With a brutal force that I would never use with any other woman I push the lotion up inside her.
"Oh dear god! Gently Doctor please!" she begs me. "You hurt me something fierce last time."
"You loved it though didn't you?" I ask as I move my two fingers around inside her. She whimpers then I slowly feel her relax, even pushing back against my hand a little.
"Yes." She says in a whisper.
"Then do you really want me to be gentle?" I ask as I pull my fingers from her. I look down to see the creamy hole slowly close back. I know it will take very little to open it back up.
And I'm not very little.
I see her fingers grip the far edge of my desk. I watch her slowly shake her head.
I smile. She has always shown a reluctance to beg for what she really wants. I think it might be part of the problem's she's having with her husband.
Stepping closer to her I place the head of my cock against her tight ring. It clinches shut as I give it a slight push.
"You know better than that." I tell her in warning.
She leans her head down on my desk and slowly nods. I feel the opening relax as I give a slight push.
The low guttural moan from her as I slide first the head, then inch after inch into her is primitive and arousing.
As I feel my flat stomach press hard into the cheeks of her ass, trying to get even deeper I hear her whimper.
"Oh please." She says clawing at my desk.
"Please what?' I ask as I pull out of her till just the head is inside.
"Please...ahhhh!"
The whole length of me goes back into her in a long quick thrust. I focus on her hands. The knuckles turning white as she clutches the wooden edging.
Grabbing her hips I start up a steady rhythm in and out the tight warmth. I look down seeing myself compress to fit into her she's so very tight.
I feel myself starting to sweat a little. Reaching up I loosen my tie and open the top button of my shirt. It helps.
My eyes come to focus on the view outside as I settle into a hard pounding pace. I listen with a half smile to the animal like sounds coming from her. Driven by the force of my thrusts she's grunting out each breath, sucking in air as I pull back to the now very open ring.
I feel the warm heat of her down the whole length, as thrust after thrust makes her wetter and wetter. Her body responding to this invasion.
"Oh god yes!" I hear her scream out. I feel her legs trembling against the front of mine.
I smile to myself knowing I've made her cum without ever touching her clit. She confessed to me once, after I had done this to her the first time, that she had never really had this powerful an orgasm with her husband. Since then I've given her several more to compare it to.
I think they're getting stronger, but what do I know. I'm just being paid to help her keep her marriage together.
I lean forward as I feel myself starting to get close. I slide my hands under her blouse and across her warm stomach. My fingers go under her bra and holding onto both her tits, I begin to truly pound into her.
I listen with pleasure to the sounds of her whimpering under me. I find her nipples in all that warm flesh and pinch them hard. It brings a screech of pain, but she's position in such a way that she couldn't stop me now no matter what.
Not that she really wants me to stop.
I bring one hand around from under her and catch the back of her long hair. I pull on it as I ram the last few strokes into her ass with all my need to cum. The sounds coming from her. Moans of pleasure, whimpers of pain, guttural gasps for breath are all lost under the deeper throated cry from me as I feel myself release into the dark depths of her ass.
I collapse onto her panting for breath. I only half listen to her under me. She's crying lightly. I know from asking her it's from a mixture of pain at the invasion and pleasure at the intensity of the orgasm she feels when I cum in her ass.
Slowly my head feeling kind of disconnected I lift myself up off her back and stumble back to one of the chairs behind me.
I watch her slowly slide to her knees, then to the floor leaned into the front of my desk. Her hands hold weekly on the wood as she pants for breath. I see shivers run through her.
Slowly she turns to look at me and I beckon her to come to me.
I feel like the king of the world as I watch her crawl to where I'm sitting. She presses her face into the lightly tanned skin by my knee.
I smile down at her as she looks up at me with tear filled eyes.
"I love you Doctor." She whispers to me.
I smile down at her. Like they said in school every one falls for their therapist.
As I watch she slowly kisses her way up my thigh. I shiver as I feel the tip of her tongue lightly lick me. I watch her as she cleans me with her mouth something no woman before her has ever done, not even after regular sex let alone what we just did.
Leaning back I just enjoy the powerful sensations she's giving me.
After the fury of taking her from behind the soft feeling of her lips is a relaxing pleasure. I harden slowly and come to orgasm even more slowly. I just lean in the chair watching her head bob on my cock till I feel the release. It leaves me spent and panting
for breath.
I recover slowly no need to rush. I watch her put her clothes to right, then with a compact from her purse, put her face back together. The black lines of mascara down her cheeks disappear, the smears of lipstick around her mouth vanish.
With my cock still hanging limply on my thigh she leans down and gives me a long kiss, her tongue deposits a taste of my own cum into my mouth. The knowledge that she had been saving it in her mouth the whole time she got cleaned up sends a surge of lust back through my cock.
"Same time next week?" she asks me pleasantly.
"You still think you and your husband are going to be having problems?" I ask blinking up at her face.
"O hell yes. He mentioned last night going on a golf trip to the golf resorts in Hawaii. Just him. Saves I would be bored to death there with nothing to do while he went to play golf." She gives me a little peck of a kiss. Then leans down to beside my ear. "Your cum is running down my inner thigh."
I just sit and shudder till after I hear her go out the door.
Slowly I get up and pull up my pants. I pull my tie down till it's lose enough to come off. I toss it into my brief case with the files I need to review for tomorrow.