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Mrs. Grace Wentworth possessed all the physical attributes to be a centrefold in any classy glamour magazine. Though she had just turned thirty she could easily pass for someone in her early twenties. Because of a rigorous training program her body was hard and this included her 37DD breasts which constantly threatened to pop out of every garment in which she tried to confine them. Even the rigidly-structured bras, she had to order specially, failed to completely tame their exuberance. Her nearly an inch long nipples were the bane of her life and she had to wear pads inside her bras to hide them. Her waist was only an inch thicker than when she was a slimmer teenager which made the flare of her hips seem more pronounced and her bosom loom even larger. Her legs were long and well shaped even if a little too athletic for current fashionable taste. Her bottom jutted out like a ripe, gigantic peach and her rock-n-roll walk caused grown men to clutch their crotch like teenagers in the flush of out-of-control hormones. She had no idea that she left a trail of men dreaming about lodging their erections in the deep cleft between her rollicking buttocks. She was proud of her thick, wavy black hair that extended to her waist, when she wore it loosely. Her light blue eyes were startling in contrast with her dark hair and her full lips were made for kissing and other oral sports.
It is hard to imagine that such a walking advertisement for sexual bliss was a no-starter in the bedroom. Having been brought up by very strict, religious parents she’d been instilled by her mother with a strong aversion to sex and her marriage, in her early twenties, to a kind and gentle man had not undone the emotional damage caused by her upbringing. She’d known that marriage entailed sex and that it was something a wife had to endure to make it work but it did not mean that it could pleasurable. Even on her honeymoon she’d tried to camouflage her distaste for the act but failed to fool her husband. He truly loved her and, at first, made allowance for her feelings. He spent a lot of time trying to arouse her and show her that sex could be beautiful and a potent expression of love but, more often than not, his efforts ended in a furious argument when she would accuse him of being a sex-mad animal wanting to use her body to sate his brutal lust. It was no wonder that he often wondered whether it was worth staying married to such a prude however gorgeous. Even when she became broody and they decided to have a child she couldn’t respond to his lovemaking in any way which could make it enjoyable and it is not strange that she did not conceive. Eventually he stopped trying and, during one of their fiercest argument, told her that since he wasn’t getting it at home he felt free to seek sexual relieve elsewhere.

At first she was glad that he no longer wanted sex but, as her husband travelled extensively for his firm, she realised that he had plenty of opportunities to make his threat come true and that her marriage was not secure. Her self-confidence was further eroded when he no longer bothered to phone her each evening while he was away. Grace did not make friends easily so she was lonely and somehow depressed. Her husband had forbidden her to work so she filled her days with shopping expeditions but more often than not came home empty-handed.

One afternoon she was leaving a large department store when she was accosted by a large black man who introduced himself as the shop detective. Her heart instantly began pounding and her stomach did several flip-flops. I must have been caught on camera, she told herself with a sinking feeling. Ever since her husband had begun to ignore her she had resorted to shoplifting to relieve her depression. They had plenty of money so she did not need to do something so wicked but somehow the sensation of taking something illegally and getting away with it made her feel better about herself. For a brief moment she was tempted to flee but she realised that it was not an option so meekly followed the detective as he led the way to an office at the back of the store. She was shaking like a leaf as the man lowered himself in a chair behind the desk, leaving her standing, and started looking through her handbag. He took out her driving licence and copied down her details.

“The store security people have been watching you for some time and now we have you on video!” He said quietly. “It’s not to first time you’ve stolen goods from this store, is it Mrs. Wenthworth?”
He had not asked her to sit and Grace felt her knees go weak under her and, for a brief moment, she was sure that she was going to faint. She wanted to deny the accusation but her mouth was dry and her tongue seemed unable to form words.

“We have a policy of always prosecuting thieves and I am now going to call the police!” He said as he stared hard at her as he reached for the phone.

“Oh, no, please! It was a mistake I’ll…I’ll pay for the items.” She stammered in a halting voice as visions of being taken down to the police station filled her mind. “Please. Give me a chance to make it up. I’ve never been in trouble before and my husband could lose his job.”

Marvin Coleman was giving her a quick once-over, his observant eyes swiftly discerning the shapely body beneath the frumpy clothes. It wasn’t the first attractive female shoplifter he’d caught and he had a special way of dealing with them.

“As head of security I have certain leeway in dealing with thieves,” he said. He always called shoplifters thieves to emphasise his power over their fate. “If the person was really poor and was doing it because they were desperate I can be sympathetic but it is obvious that you do not fall in that category. So my only option is to hand you over to the police and let the law punish you.”

“I’ll pay!” Her agitated voice clearly expressed her desperation. “Please, give me a chance! I promise never to do it again.”

The woman was clearly desperate not to be exposed so Marvin knew that she was his for the taking. The sense of his power over her coursed through him and ended in his groin causing his cock to unfurl and begin to harden. He loved the cat-and-mouse game preceding the final surrender and often believed that it was even more exciting than the actual physical act.

“I’m sorry; a woman with obvious means to pay can’t expect mercy. If I allow you to go I would be condoning your thefts. You are a thief and cannot be allowed to get away with it,” he said, relishing the expression of fear on her lovely face. “You will have to be punished in some way or otherwise you will keep stealing. Don’t you agree, Mrs. Wentworth?”

Grace was so frightened that she was finding it almost impossible to think clearly. “I…I suppose you are right”, she lamely agreed. “But…but sending me to jail would be catastrophic…isn’t there another way? Please, I will do anything.”

“Tell me something about yourself.” he asked.

The sudden switch of topic bewildered her and haltingly Grace told him, in response to his skilful questioning, about her strict upbringing, her marriage, failure to get pregnant and her husband’s frequent absences.

Marvin could hardly contain himself as he worked out, in his mind, exactly how he was going to conquer her and make her his bitch.

“You are right going to jail could be very severe and also punish your husband for something he had no part in. Tell me Mrs. Wentworh did you father spank you when you were naughty?”

Shamefully she nodded as she remembered how her father would take her over his lap and administer a spanking.

“Great! Instead of phoning the police I will do as you father did and spank you so that you will never forget what happens to thieves.”

Grace was completely bemused by what he was saying. “You want to spank me?” Gathering her scattered wits she went on. “You’re mad! I’m a grown woman and haven’t been spanked since I was seven. What are you…a pervert?”

Relishing her indignant outburst Marvin increased the moral pressure. “Oh, dear, that’s too bad! It’s up to you, of course. The alternative to you agreeing to be spanked will be that the store will prosecute you and your photo and name will be in the papers and your husband will certainly have problems at work when it’s revealed to his wife is just a common thief.”

Trying to get some control over her growing fear Grace gulped hard. “Let me try to understand what you are proposing,” she stammered. “Are you saying that you would…” She paused and could hardly bring herself to continue. “You would not prosecute me if I allowed you to…to spank me instead?” She could feel herself blushing fiercely as she realised that she was considering agreeing to his perverted suggestion.

“That’s the crux of it. Of course you would have to sign a document stating that you are doing it of your own freewill. I am not going to take a chance that, at a later date, you decide to try to sue me for sexual harassment.”

Grace was desperately trying to gather her thoughts as best as could be done under the circumstances. “If I allow you…allow you to spank me it would all be over and I can go home?”
Marvin nodded as he took out a document from the drawer of the desk and pushed it toward her. “You’ve got it!”

Grace realised that she had no choice but to swallow her pride and allow him to chastise her. “I suppose…suppose that I have no choice. I’ll do what you want.” She whispered hoarsely. Still blushing she lowered her eyes to the floor unable to look at her accuser. If she had she would have seen an expression of lustful triumph on his face. He handed her a pen and, without reading it, she signed the document. The terms in the document went much further than agreeing to be spanked it actually was giving him the right to treat her as Marvin’s sexual slave for a period of one year and one day. He took the document and placed it in a safe before telling her to follow him.

Taking small steps, in a futile effort to stall the inevitable, Grace followed him as he led her through a dark passageway into a small room. It had no windows and was carpeted and furnished with a couch and a heavy wooden, armless chair placed directly in the centre of the room, under a harsh light. It reminded her of pictures of the Inquisition. He closed and locked the door before sitting down on the chair. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and she was clammy with fear as she stared at him like a trapped animal. He gestured for her to come nearer then grabbed her wrist and yanked her face down across his lap.

”Oooooh! Please…don’t!” Grace shrieked with surprise and alarm as she suddenly found herself in a humiliating position across the man’s knees. Realising that the back of her skirt had ridden up, she tried unsuccessfully to yank it down.

Marvin Coleman took the time to study the struggling woman across his knees and knew that he had struck gold. Her skirt was bunched at the top of her hips so he was able to scan the most delectable bottom he’d ever seen. She wasn’t wearing stockings and he was enchanted with her pale flesh and lack of tan-lines. He was looking forward to peeling off her panties and exposing the curvy buttocks and the treasure between her thighs. Her legs were waving in the air, as she tried to squirm away, so he pulled her right arm behind her back to bring her under control. His throbbing erection was trying to drill a hole through the material of his pants as her pelvis squirmed against it.

“You’re hurting me!” she protested, as she tried to look back over her shoulder to gauge the man’s intentions.

“Hold still and I won’t have to hurt you, Mrs. Wentworth. Relax; it will take only a moment to get you ready for you spanking.”

“Get me ready? She exclaimed in a horrified voice. “What are you talking about?”

He didn’t bother answering her instead he pushed her skirt all the way to her waist and tucked it in her belt leaving her lower body fully exposed and accessible.

Realising that he could clearly see her most intimate parts Grace protested wildly, trashing about in an effort to pull away. “Don’t you dare! Stop at once! I didn’t agree to this!”

Easily holding his horrified victim, with her wrist tightly against the small of her back, Marvin ignored her protests.

Oh, no, don’t you dare. Stop this at once!” Grace shrieked as she tried to comprehend that something so indecent was happening to her. “Stop it! You have no right to this to me. Stop immediately, I mean it! Pull my dress down and let me go.”

The prudish housewife had never felt so humiliated in her entire life as she tried to wrestle free of the man’s grip, but her efforts only caused even more painful pressure on her bend-back arm.

Ignoring her protests Marvin took time to survey the enticing combination of plump buttocks and shapely legs and the pearl like flesh that soon would be tinged with crimson. The sight caused his cock to throb even more furiously.

“I will report you to the police! Let me go at once!” Grace shrieked. Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder and saw how immodestly she was exposed.

Pausing to enjoy the moment even more fully he slipped his free hand under the waistband of her modest panties and caressed the silky smooth mounds of feminine flesh. His fingers strayed into the deep cleft separating the exquisite cheeks. He was ready for the explosion that immediately followed his lewd caress.

“You pervert!” Grace shrieked with unspeakable horror at being so indecently assaulted. “Stop it at once!”

How could this despicable man believe that he was going to get away with touching her like that, she asked herself.

“Stop this at once! You’ve gone to far this time. Stop it this instant, you fiend!”

Smiling broadly, as he savoured the pleasure of humiliating the gorgeous housewife, Marvin slowly peeled her panties down her bottom and legs. He felt as if he was a kid again unwrapping a birthday present. This was better than any present he’d ever received as he gazed at her naked, voluptuous buttocks. The quivering, pale hemispheres were perfect for what he had in mind.

“Oh, you bastard, don’t you dare!” Grace shrieked as her panties ended on the floor. “This is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me. I agreed to be spanked but not on my naked bottom, I will make you pay!” Tears of shame were trickling down her blushing cheeks as she realised that her bottom was vulnerable and defenceless, and nakedly exposed to a complete stranger. What else could he see, she asked herself and blushed even more fiercely as she realised that there was nothing left hidden.

Marvin’s thoughts ran along similar lines as he gazed down realising that he quivering and flexing buttocks made a perfect target for discipline. Even though she kept her legs tightly together he could see wisps of luxuriant black, pubic hair peeking out. Ignoring Grace’s continuing protests and threats Marvin raised his hand and, taking careful aim, brought his arm down. His open palm landed squarely across the cleft of Grace’s naked buns, momentarily flattening the plump cheeks and causing the flesh to ripple away.

SMACK! The sound echoed in the small room like a thunderclap.

Grace shrieked with pain and surprise as almost unbearable pain swept through her bottom. Her head snapped back so that Marvin could see the pained grimace contorting her lovely face. She never remembered her father’s smacks stinging as much as this one did.

Marvin hand was still resting were it had landed enjoying the heat coming from the velvety smooth flesh.

“You bastard, take you hand off me!” Grace shouted as more tears welled in her eyes.

How would she be able to live with the memory of the humiliating sensation of a stranger’s hand resting so lewdly on her bare bottom, she asked herself.

“Take your hand of my bottom, at once!” She shrieked and to her amazement he did.

Marvin lifted his hand from her bottom and, taking aim, he brought it down even harder on the right cheek.

SMACK!

For a brief moment Grace had believed that she had won so the collision of his large hand against her bottom, the second time, was even more demeaning than the first. The pain brought even more tears to her eyes but the unbearable humiliation was much more devastating than the physical pain. “Stop it! Stop it immediately and I won’t report it to the police.” She yelled as pain suffused through her backside.

“I think we are forgetting a few things, Mrs. Wentworth. First, that you stole from this store on more than one occasion and we have you on camera. The second is that you voluntarily agreed to be spanked and even signed a document to attest to your decision so why don’t you shut up and take your punishment like an adult!” Marvin replied as he lifted his hand and brought it down even harder than before on the left cheek.

SMACK!

His palm crashed down hard making the reddening flesh ripple in both directions. Continuing to protest Grace wriggled from side to side in an effort to avoid more painful blows. The man easily frustrated her efforts as he continued to rain down a series of hard smacks on her wriggling bottom. He switched from one buttock to the other. His open palm landed repeatedly on the silky smooth buttocks as he made sure that every inch received its share of pain. The white flesh he’d admired earlier was fast turning a deep red. Each resounding smack was punctuated by loud screams of pain from the humiliated housewife. His cock was in heaven as she squirmed wildly on his lap rubbing it hard with her pelvis.

“Owwww! Please! Stop it hurts! That’s enough! I promise to pay for everything I took and never do it again, I promise!” Grace howled and pleaded as the burning and humiliating heat in her bottom seem to travel to the rest of her body especially to the intimate place between her legs. “Owwww! I can’t take anymore. I’ll do anything you want. Please stop you’re killing me!”

“At least you remember why you’re being spanked, Mrs. Wentworth, that’s an improvement.” He said punctuating each word with a hard smack. He knew that repe atedly using her married name added to her humiliation.

The pain made her wriggle about so wildly that she lost control over her modesty. Her shapely legs spread wide revealing her lush pubic bush and the vivid coral sex lips to her punisher. Sobbing and blushing fiercely she was only too aware that she was exposing her most intimate part to a man who wasn’t her husband and she was convinced that she was going to die of shame. Despite her pleas, that she had learnt her lesson, he continued raining down a series of blows on the elastic flesh of her full buttocks. The continuous spanking made it feel as if her bottom was on fire.

Marvin’s eyes were feasting on the lewd display that she was involuntarily giving him. He could clearly see the small crater-like entrance to her anal canal circled by a crop of dark hairs. Her pussy, nestled amid the luxuriant growth of pubic curls, was opening and closing like a clam. He could even discern moisture gleaming on the inner lips and his cock was starting to ache badly with lustful need. Despite the urge to take her then and there he knew that she wasn’t quite ready so he continued covering her quivering buns with a series of hard smacks which deepened the crimson flush. Her screams had diminished to pitiful whimpers.

As the blows continued raining down on her bottom Grace began to realise that the burning heat and shame, from the spanking, was stimulating her libido. She felt thoroughly humiliated as she realised that her clitoris had burst out from its hood and was so engorged that it felt as it was about to burst. Adding to her shame she was also aware that trickles of slippery sex juice were gushing out of her pussy and coating the inside of her thighs. She had never felt so aroused before. Adding to her abasement was the realisation that she was unconsciously lifting her bottom up to meet the rain of blows.

I must be going crazy! I can’t believe that I want more! She thought. When she became aware of the man’s jutting cock, which was rubbing against her sex, she became even more distressed.

“Please I can’t take anymore! I’ll do anything you want.” She pleaded while, at the same time, lifting her bottom up as if inviting him to continue the punishment.

He landed two quick smacks right on her pussy which resulted in her screaming like a banshee and he knew, at that moment, that she was his so he brought his hand down gently and allowed two of his fingers to probe into the wet furrow of her exposed sex.

“Oh, no!” Grace whimpered with a mixture of intense arousal and indignation as she felt his fingers separating her sex lips before delving deep into the steaming interior of her pussy.

“What have we got here, Mrs Wentworth? So wet, so hot. I think I will need to hose it with spunk to calm it down.” As he spoke his fingers located her swollen clit and squeezed it sending shockwaves of salacious lust surging through her entire body.

Grace was whimpering, like a wounded animal, as she was torn between doing the right thing and resisting and her growing need to surrender completely to this male animal. She was confused to discover that she was more sexually excited than she had ever been before and this had been brought about by a stranger who had physically abused and humiliated her. While she was pondering on this his fingers continued exploring her sex. She continued to be ashamed by the quantity of sex juice which was bubbling out of her sex in such plentiful quantity. She had never felt like that before.

“You have such a juicy cunt, Mrs. Wentworth, which is just as well because you will need it when I ram my big black cock into it. I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“How can you talk like that to me, I am a married woman. I feel so ashamed I wish I could die!” She sobbed while feeling her body betraying her as it eagerly responded to his lewd touch.

He instructed her to stand up and, as if in a trance, she obeyed. He got off the chair and manoeuvred her so that she ended bent over the seat of the chair with her bottom jutting out.

“Please, don’t spank me again. It hurt so much!” She pleaded as she stayed bent over with her freshly spanked bottom sticking higher than the rest of her body. Although she wanted to resist she could not hold still as a series of contractions blasted through her sex causing more sticky pussy juice to trickle out and run down the inside of her thighs.

I have lost my mind! The tormented woman thought, I am bending over with my bare bottom sticking out waiting for him to decide what to do with me and I am so excited that I feel as if I am going to lose control over my bladder.

Even though her heart was beating so loudly that she could hear it she heard the sound of a zipper and, even though she told herself not to look, she glanced back and nearly passed out from shock.

Capped by an enormous purple glans, his blood-swollen penis must have been at least nine inches long if not more and was as thick as her wrist. The shaft was gnarled like a tree branch gleaming darkly with the crown lighter that the rest of his penis. She could hardly believe that a male appendage could be so large. Her pussy began to throb even more persistently overriding her terror when she realised what was going to happen. He was going to have sex with her! He was going to try to push that ugly penis into her sex and there was nothing she could do about. Perhaps it was as it should be; she was a thief and should be punished!

Marvin Coleman nearly gave in to the urge to ram his monstrous cock straight into her juicy cunt but he first wanted to seal his authority over the voluptuous woman because he knew that humiliating her further would make her his for the forcible future. He walked round and stood directly in front of her with his massive erection jutting lewdly, inches from her face.

“I think that your cunt is not used to having a true man’s cock inside it so I suggest that you make sure that my cock is lubricated enough to fit inside your married cunt, Mrs Wentworth. Why don’t you just open your mouth and get sucking and make it all wet!”

“What! I can’t believe you would want me to do such a filthy thing!” The words burst out of her in outrage. She had never even known that women did such things yet, somewhere deep at the back of her mind she wondered what it would be like. The notion made her stomach lurch and added to her shame and guilt.

“Okay, it’s your choice but don’t start whingeing if it hurts. Spread your legs wide, Mrs. Wentworth, I am coming in!” Marvin said as he swiftly stepped behind her.

She could hardly believe that she obeyed his command and instinctively went even further by lifting her bottom up higher in the air. Her buttocks, still smarting from the spanking, were twitching and flexing as her churning pussy continued leaking while her clitoris was so bloated that it was almost painful.

Marvin’s eyes drank in the sight of her bright pink buttocks and the plump cunt lips which had parted allowing him to see the deep, inner coral walls which glistened brightly with her sex juices. It was clear to him that this woman had never been fucked properly before and that she was one of those rare female who responded to pain and humiliation. He stepped forward and the sleek crown of his throbbing cock butted against her cunt causing her to shudder violently. He saw her hand grip the seat of the chair more tightly. Holding her hips, with both hands, he flicked his hips forward and his oversized cockhead forced its way pass the sex lips and brutally entered her tight love tunnel.

Grace could not mute the high scream which escaped her open mouth as pain and pleasure blended caused by being penetrated by such a huge cockhead. Her instinct was to move her hips forward, to escape from the painful penetration, but he held her so tightly that she had to continue to endure the sharp pain as the cock slowly penetrated her ever deeper. For a brief moment she chastised herself for not having made his penis wetter when she’d had the chance even if it meant having to perform such a despicable act as taking it in her mouth. She squirmed and twisted in the grip of fierce pain as she felt the huge cock burrowing deeper and deeper inside her sex which was totally unaccustomed to having such a large object lodged inside it. The pain was no longer localised but was radiating along every neural corridor till it affected her entire body. Just when she believed that she would pass out from being tortured by such intense pain changes happened. Although there was still a residue of pain left it soon became easily neutralised by the growing exquisite pleasure caused by Marvin’s massive cock as it drilled further into her now-receptive pussy.

Marvin’s eyes were glued to that point were his massive, black cock was slowly disappearing inside the housewife’s pink cunt until almost all his shaft was lodged inside the tightest hole he’d ever penetrated. He stopped moving allowing her body to become accustomed to being so hugely penetrated. His cock felt as if it was being gripped hard by a muscular hand.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Mrs. Wentworth? I bet you didn’t realise that you were made for deep fucking?”

Grace was thoroughly ashamed that she had allowed this man to penetrate her married sex without fighting him tooth and nails. Despite the sense of committing a sin she could not deny that she was more aroused than she’d ever been before. Bolts of lust were shooting through her body as her hereto tight sex expanded to accommodate the massive penis. She could feel her clitoris throbbing and her breasts seemed to have swollen so that her brassiere had become uncomfortable. Her nipples had hardened and, being squashed, were throbbing wildly, seeking attention.

He grasped her tiny waist between his hands to steady her. She felt completely helpless and under his total control. The sensation of allowing herself to be so submissive was so liberating that she allowed her body to dictate her actions. She exulted in the sensation of her cuntal muscles contracting as if they were trying to suck even more of his huge penis inside her married sex.

“Well, well, Mrs. Wentworth, it seems as if your cunt has a mind of its own and wants a good fucking and that is what it is going to get.” Holding the helpless female firmly he began thrusting back and forth in a deliberately controlled fashion. Her cunt responded by producing even more lubrication aiding the massive intruder to slip in and out smoothly and easily.

Unable to control her newly-awakened, erotic passion Grace twisted her bottom from side to side as she thrust her hips back with sensuous abandonment. She was too well aware that she had never behaved so uninhibitedly before and that such passion should have been ignited and reserved for her husband and not a complete stranger. Shame and humiliation continued to fuel her illicit passion. Sounds of growing pleasure escaped her open lips as his penis ploughed to the end of her passage and butted repeatedly against her cervix.

Having established a rhythmic back and forth movement Marvin concentrated his attentions on the rest of her luscious body. Undoing the zip, at the back of her dress, he flipped the catch of her bra then, reaching down, he cupped the voluptuous dangling creamy mounds in his large hands. He began squeezing and kneading the warm globes and rolling the hard nipples between his fingers. “You have magnificent tits, Mrs. Wentworth, you shouldn’t hide them. I love your nipples and am looking forward to sucking them.”

Continuing to torment her with words and actions he gradually increased the strength of his thrusting so that time and again his cockhead butted against the cervix of the writhing woman. Much to his surprise the woman began to match his pace, wriggling and thrusting her luscious hips from side to side while her pelvic muscles gripped his cock as if wanting to keep it wedged deep inside her cunt.

Grace was astounded by the amount of sex juices which was pouring out of her soaking his penis and dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She’d always been rather dry before and used a lubricant when she made love with her husband yet with this loathsome man she was lubricating like crazy.

What is happening to me? I have never felt like this before. I always thought that sex was dirty and had to be endured. She thought with considerable dismay. I can’t believe that I am allowing a complete stranger to use my body for his pleasure and I love it! It is shameful and degrading but I can’t help myself I don’t want him to stop!

Marvin’s hands were squeezing her voluptuous mounds roughly while pinching her inch-long nipples hard. She was crying out as a mixture of pain and pleasure swept through her body as he roughly manhandled her large breasts. She felt as if she would faint each time he squeezed her taut nipples causing fire-like pain to envelope her breasts and shoot through the rest of her body.

“You love me fucking you. Don’t you Mrs. Wentworth? Admit it; you love my big, black cock fucking your married cunt!” He taunted as he continued to torment her breasts.

She didn’t want to answer him but she had no control over her emotions and shamefully and with some difficulty confessed that she did.

Bent over her luscious body Marvin Coleman continued thrusting his huge black cock back and forth inside her drooling cunt while simultaneously manhandling her breasts and, at the same time, assaulting her mind with a string of obscene suggestions and humiliating descriptions of what they were doing.

Although at times the pain almost overtook the pleasure Grace discovered that the lewd experience was wildly stimulating and exhilarating. Her entire body, for the first time in her life, had come alive with rich, vibrant sensations that she had never experienced before. She could hardly believe that it was happening. It seemed impossible that she could respond with such fervour to such rough manipulations by a total stranger. Although she was too immersed in pain and pleasure, at that moment, she would later realise that the humiliation and the pain of the harsh spanking had been the key which had unlocked her suppressed passion.

I’ll never be the same after this experience, she thought as she winced because his fingers were torturing her sensitive nipples. The man’s huge organ continued its relentless back and forth movement inside her love tunnel and instinctively she began constricting her vaginal walls trying to keep the invader wedged deep inside her where it ignited maximum pleasure. Each thrust gave birth to violent shudders which spread through her body like wildfire. Her breasts felt as if they were going to burst as the man’s hands never stopped tormenting them. Squeezing, pummelling, twisting, pulling, abusing and stretching them he was matching the pleasure in her sex with an equal amount of pain. Breathlessly she tried to tell him that she couldn’t take anymore but the only sounds which issued from her gaping mouth were animalistic grunts of passion. She was so ashamed that she could respond so lewdly to being abused that a continuous flow of tears ran down her face.

Finally she gathered enough breath to make intelligible sounds. Her voice was tinged with self-pity and deep arousal as she pleaded with him never to stop was he was doing to her. On the fringe of her mind she remembered that she wasn’t using any birth-control and that she was ovulating but the possible outcome did not penetrate her lust-induced ecstasy.

Marvin had stepped up the speed of his thrusting as he continued drilling his cock relentlessly into her yielding cunt. He could sense that soon her cervix would give way and allow his cock to penetrate into her womb. Each of his thrust was accompanied by a loud gasp as her bottom undulated as if to urge his cock to penetrate even further inside her. The contractions inside her cunt were more forceful as if she was instinctively willing him to surrender his potent semen and breed her.

Grace had begun to plead for him to do it harder. She was too beside herself to be aware of what she was doing. The words spilled out automatically from her open mouth. He was in seventh heaven as he squeezed his writhing victim’s breasts as hard as he could while driving his cock even more furiously inside her cunt. His powerful thrusts forced her up on tiptoes as he tugged her dangling breasts as far as they would go from her torso with his brutal hands. She felt as if she was in heaven and hell at the same time. Her sex seemed to be on fire. And then he delivered the coup de grace. His right hand left her breast and searched beneath her until he had located her bloated clitoris. He gripped the hard nodule fiercely between his fingers while, at the same time, twisting a nipple cruelly and ramming his cock into her so hard that it finally breached her cervix. The pain was beyond belief and her voice was hysterical as she pleaded for him to stop but moments later begged him not to stop. It felt as if she couldn’t take anymore sensations and was going mad.

He took not notice of her pleas as he continued to manhandle her helpless body in a sadistic way. His blood-filled glans repeatedly assaulted her cervix dilating it until it easily penetrated her womb again and again. His fingers were pinching the nipple fiercely while her clitoris was likewise being tortured between his fingertips.

She instinctively knew that she was on the verge of a volcanic eruption like nothing she’d ever experienced before as, maintaining his cruel grip on her helpless body, her torturer slammed his hugely engorged penis into her womb with all the strength of his masculine body. She sensed something happening as his penis seemed to grow even larger and this was followed immediately by the sensation of liquid bathing the walls of her womb. The powerful blast of sperm directly into her womb was the last straw for her sanity and a blood-curdling scream escaped from Grace’s open mouth as her body was racked by a shattering, overpowering orgasm. Her very first orgasm ever! It was so huge that for an instant she nearly blacked out as the convulsions in her sex and clitoris spread through her wildly twitching body like a tsunami. It seemed to last a lifetime as her womb greedily absorbed his sperm like a parched desert.

Marvin Coleman left his cock wedged all the way inside the housewife’s convulsing cunt enjoying the way the ring of her cervix gripped the shaft just behind the crown. She continued to writhe as if she was in the grip of an epileptic fit. He was certain that he had impregnated her and wondered whether she realised it. What would her husband say when she gave birth to a black baby? Actually he didn’t care that was her problem. He looked at the corner of the room and smiled broadly knowing that the hidden video camera had captured every second of the seduction. Mentally he made a note to arrange regular meetings with the housewife and if she didn’t cooperate willingly he had only to show her the video to make her bend to his will. The thought of what he would coerce her to do during those meetings caused his cock to twitch and slowly it began to harden again.

Unknown to both of them, at that moment, two of Marvin’s little warriors had reached their goal and had latched on to her egg to create two new lives.

Grace’s head was resting on her folded arms as she stayed bent over with her bottom high in the air and her torturer’s penis still wedged all the way inside her. She was floating on an ecstatic plateau from which she never wanted to exit. She only became aware that the cock wedged inside her cunt had started to grow and was once again filling the space completely, not allowing the mixture of her sex juices and his semen to escape, when it started to slowly shuttle in and out again. Immediately her arousal level shot upward and instinctively her hips started moving in rhythm with it.

Marvin made sure she was thoroughly aroused and on the verge of another orgasm before he pulled his gigantic cock out of her sucking cunt. It came out with a loud pop similar to uncorking a champagne bottle. Before she had a chance to wonder why he’d pulled out he pressed the crown of his cock against the tiny, puckered entrance of her vulnerable anus.

“What are you doing?” The housewife cried out as the realisation of what he intended doing dawned on her. “Oh, no! You couldn’t possibly want to do something so vile and filthy!” She felt a wild surge of fear and horror racing through her body at the very idea of being sodomised. For a brief moment her knees nearly caved in but he was holding her firmly with his hands grasping her meaty hips. “Please, I’ll do anything you want but not that!” She continued pleading as she glanced back over her shoulder as her tormentor held her in position. “I’m begging you please don’t put it in my…”

Despite her frantic wriggles and her obvious fear Marvin made sure that his throbbing cock was perfectly aligned then, holding her tightly, he thrust his hips forward. His cock being heavily coated with the mixture of her sex juices and his semen made the initial penetration easier but it was still extremely painful for her.

“Owwww! It hurts! You’re killing me!” Grace bloodcurdling scream made him wince but he knew that it was highly unlikely that it could be heard outside the room. Despite his victim’s anguish and pain, Marvin sadistically plunged his huge cock deeper inside her exquisitely tight anal canal. “Owwww! Take it out! Please take it out it’s splitting me in two. Oh God what have I done to deserve such pain?” Cries of pain accompanied the progress of Marvin’s huge cock as tears dribbled down her contorted face. “Owwww! Please, no more! No more!, I beg you! My God I can’t stand it!” Grace had never felt such masochistic anguish before as the huge cock fully dilated her anal canal making it seem as she was being torn apart.

“Stop being such a cry-baby!” Marvin snarled, “There it’s all in!” he announced with great satisfaction as he rammed his throbbing cock as far as it would go into the tightly clinging passage enjoying the sound of his pendulous balls slapping against her still gaping cunt. He reached down and grasped her swollen clitoris between his fingers and rolled it around.

“Please! It hurts so much! I can’t believe you would do such a filthy thing to me! Please, please pull out!” She shrieked as she experienced a mixture of pain and erotic arousal. Then he began a slow in and out movement his swollen cock slipping easily into the hot, slick narrow canal. “Oh, my! I mustn’t! Ooooh!” Grace gasped as pleasure slowly replaced pain. She could barely cope with the bewildering, lustful sensations created by the perverted penetration. The way he was manipulating her clitoris caused her pussy to spasm and eject blobs of sticky sex juices as Marvin repeatedly slammed his rigid cock into the small opening of her rectum with brutal force.

The fierce assault was plunging Grace deep into a masochistic frenzy and she began begging him to do it even harder. Aroused to a point where nothing else mattered but the bizarre, cruel act she lewdly lifted her bottom up even further to allow for a deeper penetration. Her cries of passion were becoming louder and more unintelligible as the tormented married woman found herself on the edge of her erotic endurance. Hardly able to get enough air into her lungs and mad with erotic rapture, she could feel the first signs of another climax. The cock in her bottom moved in and out of her passage faster as her clitoris became a miniature bomb ready to trigger a climax of earthquake proportion at any moment. Grace screamed when tremendous shudders swept through her body as the first wave of her orgasm exploded through her tortured body.

Marvin was over the moon as he watched the married woman slamming her bottom back to entice his cock even deeper inside her anal passage. He slammed forward with all the power of his body and left his cock wedged inside as it delivered its load of thick semen into the tight passage. Her pink anal ring grasped the shaft of his black cock fiercely.

She screamed loudly in a delirium of lustful ecstasy as she felt the stream of masculine cream spurting inside her. The walls of her anal canal gripped his cock tightly as if trying to extract every last drop of semen. Then even more humiliating than anything that had happened to her before she lost control over her bladder and she started peeing like an animal as her body continued to be racked by her gigantic orgasm. The hot urine splashed against the inner surface of her legs before pooling on the concrete floor. Shame and humiliation blended with a series of firecracker orgasms ignited by the perversity of the accident.

Not wanting to be splashed by her piss Marvin pulled out his softening cock from her bottom and used her panties to wipe it dry. Without his support she collapsed down on her backside not caring that she was sitting in a pool of her own urine and a mixture of sex juices.

Although physically and emotionally drained, by the masochistic ordeal, Grace knew that it would happen again and again and that she was prepared to endure any torment he would inflict on her as long as he made her feel the way she felt at that moment.