PUNISHMENT TO FIT THE CRIME

Because I was bored I had a short affair with a young man which wasn't that thrilling because I felt guilty and unable to lose my inhibitions. My husband found out and threatened to leave me so I ended by promising that I would absolutely anything he wanted if he only gave me another chance to save our marriage.

Shortly thereafter my husband said that a client of his was in town and he usually arranged a call girl to go to his hotel but this time he would save some money because I would meet this client and do absolutely anything he wanted. I protested but he said that since I’d already whored myself out it should not be too hard. I reminded him that I wasn’t on the Pill but he said that if I did fall pregnant it would show that even God was punishing me. I knew defeat when I saw it and I very reluctantly agreed to do it. My husband stressed that his client better be fully satisfied or else it was divorce.

I met the client in the foyer of the hotel as arranged we had dinner then we'd gone back to his room. He was a man in his mid-fifties, overweight and not all attractive and I remember thinking that there would be no way that I could go through with it but, in my head, I went over the warning my husband had given me and realised that I badly needed to save my marriage and the client was the way to do it.
 
Sebastian leaned closer to me so that I could feel his alcohol-laden breath against my skin reminding me that there was no way out and suddenly a switch seemed to have gone off in my head and the thought of pleasing my husband made me so horny that I could feel wetness leaking from my pussy, as it throbbed in time with my heartbeat.
 
I vaguely heard Sebastian saying something about the bed and I knew that this was it and, like a lamb to slaughter, I followed him and, a little while later I felt his hands undressing me. In the wardrobe mirror I watched my dress slipping down my body leaving me wearing only a sheer slip, shoes and stockings and I could clearly see the dark triangle of my pubic mound, through the material, because I wasn't wearing any underwear. My bright red nipples were poking out aggressively, as if trying to tempt him to use his mouth to ease the itch growing in them.
 
I felt very nervous at the prospect of making love with a man, I'd never met before, and I asked myself whether I could really go through with it as I watched the leering eyes ogling my almost naked body. Maybe he saw the doubt on my face because, before I had time to change my mind, he slipped his hands under my arms and cupped my heaving breasts. His mouth nuzzled into the angle of my neck and shoulder as his fingers tightened around the globes of my breasts, squeezing the firm flesh until I was shuddering with pleasure as erotic warmth flowed through my almost naked body.

I know that I should have felt disgusted and not at all turned on instead I was moaning aloud with pleasure as, through my slip, I could feel his fingertips pressing deeper and deeper into my yielding flesh, massaging and lifting them to mould them into different shapes. There was a certain amount of pain but it only increased my arousal and I leant back against him and could feel his hard prick surging, behind the front of his trousers, as it nestled in the deep cleft between my squirming buttocks.

He nuzzled the strap of my slip with his teeth until it started to slip down my arm and slowly it slithered down until my right breast was entirely exposed and I saw that the nipple was fully engorged. Gently he disengaged the other strap and the slip folded down to my waist and my naked breasts bounced out and stood proudly in their quivering firmness. Sebastian was looking at my breasts, over my shoulder, and he was leering like a disgusting old man and I wouldn't have been surprised to see him drooling so I shut my eyes so that I wouldn’t see myself being degraded.

Sebastian’s hands cupped my boobs and his fingers pinched the ripe buttons of my nipples, gripping them hard enough to be able to elongate my breasts from my torso as far as they would stretch. It was very painful but exquisitely so and I was gasping with excitement as my boobs bounced and swung from side to side as he released them. The teats were fully engorged and sending thrills of erotic sensations to the rest of my quivering body. I could see the imprints of his fingers on the pale flesh a testament to how hard he was mauling them. Before my breasts could come to rest his hands captured them again and he buried his fingers into the tingling flesh hurting me but I loved it

After spending a long time playing with them he released my breasts and stepped back and smoothly slipped out of his clothes while I stood, looking at myself in the mirror, shivering with arousal but also with disgust that I was so willing to let a stranger use my body for his pleasure. Then the reason I was doing it surfaced and once again I hoped that my sacrifice would go a long way towards my husband forgiving me for my sins.
 
Sebastian plastered his fat body against my back again and I could feel his nakedness and the hot, throbbing length of his erection rubbing against my backside and was surprised by its size. Remembering my instructions, I'd been ordered to take the lead, I boldly reached behind me and took his cock in my hand and rubbed the crown back and forth along the slit of my pussy, as I watched in the mirror. I could not stop myself moaning as the almost constant rubbing started a fire raging in the depth of my pussy.
 
I might have been giving my body because I'd been ordered to do so but I had to admit that it was exciting me and acting like a paid whore was arousing me. 

Sebastian twisted me around and I squirmed in his arms, slipping his stiff erection between my thighs, as I urgently pressed my body against his. Staring into his eyes I plastered my lips on his and my tongue darted into his mouth. I was surprised that I could take the initiative so easily. As a good wife, being forced to do something so odious, I should have been forcing myself to act so obscenely instead I was doing it with gusto!
 
I felt him groping for my slip so that he could push it down until it fell down to my feet and I was left wearing only self-supporting stockings and high heels, which made my legs look longer and sexier. 

We moved slowly towards the bed and our naked bodies rubbed sexily together. I clung to him as my hands slipped down his back and gripped the flabby cheeks of his bottom while his hands gripped my firm bottom and I opened my thighs wide. One of his hands left my bottom and moved to the edges of my hot pussy. My pussy was throbbing and glistening with beads of pussy juices and he seemed enthralled by the fact that my hard clitoris was completely exposed and quivering in anticipation of the touch of his fingers, which were tracing the plumpness of my pussy lips. I could hardly keep from loudly begging him to stop teasing me. I did scream with ecstasy as finally his fingers clamped my clitoris firmly and pull it out as far as it would stretch. Whimpering like a wounded animal my hand gripped the hard length of his cock and it jerked within my grasp and I felt his wetness beings smearing my fingers as they slid up and down the shaft. His fingers peeled the lips of my pussy apart and liquid heat, which was sticky and thick, seeped out of my open slit and dribbled down my inner thighs. He inserted first one finger then almost immediately another two into my pussy and they easily disappeared into my sheath. I raised myself, from the bed, to try to get his fingers even deeper into my wetness. I'd never felt so uninhibited and I didn't care if he thought I was a slut because I needed his cock in my pussy as quickly as possible and, after all, I was there as a whore, doing a job, so why shouldn't I act like one.

Sebastian’s fingers ravaged my pussy while I continued to stroke his hard shaft using his sex juices as lubrication. Our irresistible passion mounted simultaneously, as we played with each other's bodies, and he withdrew his fingers, from my pussy as his corpulent body slipped on top of mine, pressing it down into the bed. This was it, this was the point where I was going to allow a man's cock to penetrate my pussy because my husband had ordered me to do so and I was no better than a hooker! 

I was a filthy nymphomaniac, a slut, a whore

My lolling boobs were being firmly squashed by his fat chest and I could feel his chest hair tickling my erect nipples. He moved his hips until the bulging crown of his cock was aimed unerringly at the wet opening of my pussy and I felt him pushing against the parted lips, with short jabs and I nearly screamed out as intense ecstatic bolts of pleasure streaked through my body. I realised that I was not far from climaxing and a whore is not supposed to climax, I remember thinking apropos of nothing.
 
At last the hard cock slid into my cunt and it was so thick and long that it was sensational and I never wanted it to stop. Once again I was sinning and letting a stranger put his cock into my pussy. I was dammed indeed and how could God ever forgive me?
 
The thick cock slid fully into my welcoming cunt and the friction was bliss and I nearly swooned as I felt a small orgasm blast through me. He pulled his cock halfway out and slammed it all the way into my pussy, in one mighty thrust and I experienced my first full-blown climax. I was moaning and gasping for breath as all the air left my lungs but he was relentless and kept fucking me looking for his own satisfaction. Seconds later I felt his cock swell then jerk and I knew that he ejaculating deep inside my pussy and it triggered another orgasm to blast through my entire body.
 
I expected that it would take a long time for him to recover so was very surprised when his cock hardened within minutes and guessed that he’d probably used Viagra. He moved me around the bed as if I was a rubber doll as he went through different positions ending in a sixty-nine position so that his erection was deep in my mouth and I could suck his sex-smelling pole while he lashed my clitoris and spooned out my sex juices and his with his tongue. Every nerve in my body was activated as finally he rolled on top of me again and rammed his penis all the way into my sex and began skewering his prick in and out in time with his finger, in my other hole. He drove me into an even more frenzied orgasm and discharged a thick flood of semen deep into the heart of my sexuality. We clung to each other, not disengaging, as the tremors of passion slowly subsided and his sperm began to ooze out and trickled into the cleft of my bottom.
 
After a while I stood up and staggered into the bathroom, washed and dressed, he was fast asleep when I left. As if a trance I drove home. My husband had elected to stay in town, that night, so, dropping my clothes on the floor I slipped into bed.

I woke up, sometime during the night, with my body tormented by sexual longings. I'd dreamt that I'd been captured by a band of men and they'd taken turns ravaging my body. After all the sex I'd engaged in I would have thought that it would be the last thing I would dream about. I looked at the clock and realised that it had only been a few hours since Sebastian had screwed me so heartily.
 
I tried very hard to keep my fingers away from my throbbing sex, pulling my nightdress down to cover my pubis but the tugging action caused the silky material to drag across my prominent nipples and immediately they grew hard and taut. I couldn't stop one of my hands reaching up to try to ease the itch. I tried hard to move my hand away as slowly the fingers crept over the curves until they were cupping the fleshy globe and I could feel the harden nipple punching hard against the palm and my fingers closed round it and I found myself pinching the hard button, between my forefinger and thumb, extremely hard as if pain would put an end to my torment. It didn't work!
 
As the pain became sharper it increased my arousal, instead of dousing it, leaving me feeling dirty and guilty. However I knew in my heart of heart that I'd already lost the battle so I closed my mind. I gripped and twisted my nipple savagely and could feel the hot waves of erotic pleasure throbbing through my body. I was gasping for breath as lust raged through my supine body. And I knew that there was no way that I would stop playing with myself until I got some form of relief.

My other hand, as if acting on its own accord, had crept down and was rubbing my pussy, through the silk nightie and I could already feel a wetness seeping through the material. For as long as possible I kept my thighs firmly together, inadvertently causing my pussy lips to stand out even more prominently for my fingertips to stroke. The silky material was deeply trapped between my buttocks and was pressing so hard against my pussy that it had forced its way between the twin lips so I tugged on it and it seesawed along my damp slit and rubbed against my clitoris, causing my bottom to jerk upward. My fingers were slowly moving up and down the wet slit and I could feel both the heat and the moisture seeping through the silky material. My fingertips became rather damp and I knew that once again I'd crossed that invisible line and could no longer stop myself. 

Sighing deeply I allowed my thighs to relax and separate and the hem of my nightie slipped up and bared my pussy. My fingers slit around the wet puffy lips, separating them completely exposing my inner flesh. My thick forefinger slipped all the way inside my hole, the juice flowing freely and soaking my hand, as I gasped with pleasure. I added another two fingers and suddenly realised that I'd not douched and it was Sebastian's sperm which was coating my fingers so profusely. I endured a certain amount of guilt and distaste because I knew that I was doing something wicked but instead of moving them in and out, as I longed to do, I kept my three fingers fully buried inside my sex. Gently I turned them around, in slow circles, which caused the pads to stroke the sensitive inner lining of my pussy. Meanwhile my fingernails were raking my nipple causing shards of pleasure, mixed with pain, to rake my upper body and, by this time, I was feverishly teetering on the brink of a climax.

My husband was right I was a slut and I deserved to be punished. The thought of the punishment, I had not idea what it would entail but knew that it would be more severe than what he'd subjected me to so far, increased my ardour and my hips were rocking backwards and forwards. I brought my knees up so that my pussy was now fully accessible to my fingers and lay there completely defeated by my arousal, writhing up and down. I pushed my fingers in and out of my pussy, while using my thumb to tease my clit until the bud was swollen and pulsing wildly with arousal. I was rocking furiously because I knew that I was going to reach an orgasm at any moment. 

Swiftly I turned onto my front and I pressed my pussy into the pillow, I'd slipped under my tummy, as I seesawed my three fingers furiously in and out of my pussy. My other hand stretched backwards, reaching beneath my bottom to scrabble at my pussy from the rear. It made me feel as if I was on top of a man, with his penis wedged all the way inside my pussy and it was his fingers which played with my bare bottom. My fingers became soaked with the blend of sexual juices, which were flowing out of my pussy like a river and the middle finger slipped into my other hole easily. Moving all my fingers furiously in and out of both holes, at the same time, I climaxed hugely and tossed about on the bed for a long while before I quieted down and drifted off into a deep sleep, with my fingers still wedged firmly inside my holes.
 
Having just reread this account, which my husband has ordered me to write, has made me horny and, at the same, deeply ashamed especially as I have been visited by another punishment. I am now two months pregnant and I still don’t know whether my husband will allow me to have it or not, or whether he is going to throw me out or not because I am carrying another man’s child!