Ruth's Therapy Ch. 22

We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.

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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.

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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 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 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.

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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.

"Very fine. Virginia must use you for all her best business deals."

"No, Sir. Umm... no, I'm new to all this."

It was a white lie. Though Ruth could tell herself that she was still a novice at being presented to strangers for them to use. And she had no trouble in obeying when the older man ordered that she remove her bra. She already knew that he'd be impressed by the firmness of her DD-cups. With obvious delight, he squeezed them in both hands, enjoying this all-natural slut.

Of course, Ruth could do nothing except allow him to explore her body. It was different to being pawed and mauled roughly -- it was a thrill to be manhandled but she was anyway helpless and vulnerable, in a hotel suite with a man she'd only just met. She had no way of stopping her soft moan as he began to flick his tongue over her hard nipples.

The short stranger was excited by her moan. She was the true slut he'd been promised. Easier to molest and to use than a mere dinner companion. Still enjoying those juicy, big tits, he grabbed her shapely arse. This slut had stayed in such sexy shape. She was delectable and his experience told him that she was eager to submit.

"You are a fine woman," he muttered to her.

"Th... thank you, Sir..." she breathed in response.

Ruth no longer flinched or feared when a man slid his fingers into her crotch. She knew that her G-string was soaking and she was pleased for him to find out. For what man of his seniority and power would not enjoy knowing he'd made her so wet just from his touch?

The stranger enjoyed her smooth skin. Her lips were warm and engorged. She was perfect for the depraved fun he had planned. Eager to sample her, the older man deftly worked his fingers into her slit. Virginia had told him that this one was married. He had to wonder if it was the wicked cheating act that made her so wet. And whether the husband had any inkling of how much she enjoyed debasing herself for strangers.

"On the bed now. On your back," he commanded softly.

Ruth did not hesitate. Therapy or no, she was not about to resist a man who was so comfortable in his dominance. Nor when he ordered her to spread her legs. Because he thought the red lingerie looked fine against her pale skin and wanted to see the scarlet framing her slut's pussy.

"Show me that pussy."

"Yes, Sir."

It seemed odd that this older stranger was still fully clothed. Only his tie had been loosened as he watched her intently. Ruth felt her own debauchery as she pulled aside the soaked material, using her hands to spread her swollen cunt lips to give him the perfect view of her hole.

He drew his chair closer. All the better to see as he took his wine glass in one hand. Ruth had been expecting him to touch her, hopefully to finger her cunt hole. He seemed content to merely watch - at least for now.

"Good. Yes, very beautiful lips," he commented on her swollen, protruding flaps.

Ruth was almost out of control with arousal. The experience of being looked at -- inspected, even -- was surprisingly erotic for the conservative married mother. It felt so degrading to know that he could see the flow of her juices, almost measuring her arousal. But he wanted to see. And to see more.

"Touch your clit," was his next command.

She could not resist. It was too great a thrill to give the stranger control of her body. And she failed completely to hide her sigh of lust as one finger gently prodded her erect little nub. The older stranger heard it, too, and was excited. He liked to obey and control but it was all the more fun if the slut was eager and hungry for it. And this slut was ready.

"Go on. Play with it."

"Yes... yes, Sir..." she groaned, desperate to please them both.

He saw how aroused she was. For an older woman this one was quite a strumpet. And her toned legs provided a lovey framing for that soaking wet pussy.

"You are a brazen slut. Play some more. I want to watch you cum."

"Oh god... Sir, yes..."

Ruth surprised herself with her need, her desire to release pent-up hunger. Even her husband had not seen her masturbate. Now this stranger was watching intently as she fingered her clit. Her hard, swollen clit that throbbed as she expertly massaged. The older man had said he wanted her to orgasm. It was hard to keep splaying her flaps as she worked on her clit. Did he still want to see her hole? She felt disgusting and dirty as her juices began to flow. But her clit was responding and the approaching orgasm was too powerful to ignore.

"Please..."

"Good girl. Don't stop. You're so close. Let me see you."

"Oh... fuck," she exploded as her body jerked and her cunt spasmed.

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..."

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.

Kneeling before him on the hard tiles caused her rectum to flex and stretch. The dull ache she felt was a reminder of the fucking she'd just taken. It was like a trophy for her debauched performance.

"Please, Sir. Let me," she said softly.

Ruth took the liberty of deftly opening his trousers and releasing his cock. She thought it a good specimen -- perhaps a healthy size when hard, though he seemingly could manage only a half erection. Her instinct was to wrap a hand around. She was tempted to stroke it to full size but resisted. His piss would flow more easily if he was half-hard.

"You want this?" he asked, still dressed in his suit. "You are a dirty girl."

"I want to be dirty for you."

Experienced now, confident thanks to her deviant therapy, Ruth gently lifted his cock so that his stream would land directly on her face. Hoping that his bladder was full, she smiled up at the stranger. The look of amazement on his face was all the reward that Ruth needed. Wishing to invite him into the dirty act, she opened her mouth with the head of his cock only inches away.

"I have to," he grunted. "Oh, fuck..."

His shaft twitched. Then the hot golden fluid burst from his tiny hole and blasted fresh onto her pale face. The once conservative woman always enjoyed the power of a cock and the sure soaking of a golden shower. And she was impressed by the power of his stream. She could feel it gushing through his urethra. It was even splashing onto his expensive trousers. Quickly, she directed the flow into her gaping mouth -- the taste was acrid after the wine but Ruth was delighted by it all the same. Enough to swallow a little taste.

"Oh, jesus..." he moaned.

Wanting to really impress the older man, the married woman easily directed his piss blast up her face and onto her hair. Why not get soaked so she could drip with piss - as a true submissive should? He had a full bladder but no control and Ruth moved fast to give herself a proper shower. Then she moved the stream down her face, into her mouth and then onto her heaving tits.

"Oh my, you are a dirty girl."

She made sure to cover them fully. Criss-crossing his still powerful flow, she smiled up at the stranger as she bathed her firm, sexy body in the stinky, acrid piss. Sheets of golden, stinking piss cascaded down her juggling tits as she reveled in her own wickedness. A golden shower was almost the lowest she could sink as a sub -- and now one of her greatest, secret pleasures. Her lingerie was soaked. Surely ruined but what did that matter?

Ruth waited to show her final trick -- when his flow slowed to the last few drops she bent lower to catch the remnants on her tongue. With another man she'd have cleaned him properly with her mouth. He'd not given permission for that. Still, anything that came from a cock was precious. And she was happy to debase herself for this intriguing stranger.

"Thank you, little girl," he moaned with appreciation. "Now I'll send you home to your husband."

Ruth discarded her piss-soaked lingerie on the floor and showered quickly before setting-off for home. She felt intoxicated after her intense performance. And a little sore with the aching in her holes from the wine bottle. But the evening's play had left her more horny and she was already eager to see her husband. There'd be no fucking but a long session of cock-sucking would be perfect.