Gingerly, she got up and complied with my order. She opened her legs and I looked at her plump cunt, yawning open in front of me. I noted that even though she was in pain and fear, her nipples were still pointing skyward and her pussy was glistening with her own juices.
“Frig yourself.” I barked. “Rub your cunt until you cum!”
A look of further indignity filled her face. Her mouth kept opening as if she wanted to say something, but the words weren’t coming. She pulled her knees tightly together.
“No.” she finally said. “I don’t do that. I won’t.”
“You mean to say you’ve never masturbated before??”
“No, yes….just….just not in front of any one. I won’t do it.”
I stared at her with my most menacing look for about a minute. She shook her head and mouthed ‘no!’. My gaze fell to the paddle on the floor. I picked it up and slapped it against my thigh.
“Okay! Turn around and stick your arse out!!”
Mrs. Walker’s eyes widened and she squealed out a flurry of ‘no!’s. Tears started to flow again and drip onto her breasts. Defeated, she opened her legs again. I knelt between her thighs and held them apart. The smell of her cunt filled my nose. The pink folds of her cunt and her quite large, and engorged, clitoris looked like ripe fruit and the temptation to taste her nearly overtook me. Maybe later.
“Well?” I sneered. “Start wanking!”
She sobbed softly, but snaked her hands down to her snatch. Her left parted her outer lips and her right started slowly circling her distended clit. She was still crying and her face was averted. This wouldn’t do.
“Look at me.” I said. “Look in my eyes and don’t look away until I tell you too.”
Her pleading eyes bore into mine and she started to rub more vigorously. I assumed she was taking the attitude that the quicker she did this the better. I alternated my gaze between her face and her quim. The speed of her rubbing increased rapidly. I felt the muscles in her thigh tighten under my hand. The veins in her neck were sticking out and her whole body was taking on a red hue. Her entire frame was tight and tense and her eyes were taking on a glassy look. She was close. I looked down directly into her now flowing cunt as she cried out loud and bucked her hips. A short squirt came out of her pussy and dripped down her thigh. She shuddered and breathed heavily, shaking uncontrollably.
I reached my fingers out and touched her swollen clit. Her hips lurched backwards, but there wasn’t far to go. Without ceremony, I slipped two fingers into her warm folds. She protested, saying it was too sensitive after her orgasm, but I gave scant regard to her. Her actions had probably cost me everything, so I was gonna make damn sure she would remember what she’d done.
Her snatch was so wet and warm to my touch and for a fairly mature woman who’d given birth thrice, she was as tight as my first 16-year-old virgin girlfriend had been. My cock was bobbing up and down and the purple head was flaring. I removed my hand and grabbed my rampant meat. Mrs. Walker let out a very unladylike grunt as my thick tool slid into her silky valley. I pumped in and out, balls slapping against her arse-crack and hips bumping her thighs. My hands reached up to those monumental mammaries and began to pinch and tweak her nipples, then knead and squash them together. Mrs. Walker was speaking, but, lost in my fucking her, it took me a while to hear what she was saying.
“Andrew! Andrew, listen to me. We have to stop.”
“Oh really?” I said and pumped more forcibly into her slippery cunt. “No you don’t understand.” She said breathily. “I need to pee and if you don’t stop, I’m going to do it all over you.” She started to sob again.
Well the one thing I didn’t want was to be covered in piss. I thrust a couple more times, then slid out and stood up. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the couch, dragging her in the direction of the bathroom. She followed hurriedly. When we got into the bathroom, I lifted up the lid of the toilet and plonked her down. She looked up at me pleadingly.
“Well?” I said. “Piss!”
Her face was a masque of disbelief again at the realisation that I was not going to leave the room.
“Oh please, not that.” She cried. “I can’t do it in front of you. It’s too embarrassing.”
“You can and you will!” I said and dropped to my knees. I pushed her legs apart and poked my head above the bowl.
Mrs. Walker swallowed hard and looked up at the ceiling, anywhere but at my face. All of a sudden a thick stream of pee burst out of her urethra and I watched, fascinated, as she sprayed her golden flow into the toilet. It didn’t seem to end. She must have been holding it for a long time. When it finally stopped, I reached to the toilet roll and tore off a decent wad. With hands still shaking, she took it and held it in her hand.
“So come on.” I said. “Wipe your cunt, then get down on all fours.”
Quietly, she followed my instructions, wiping thoroughly at the source of her water. She tossed the paper into the toilet, and then got down on her hands and knees with that juicy bruised rump sticking straight up in the air. I moved in behind her and pressed my still raging boner to her swollen vulva. It slid in easily and I began to once again thrust in and out. My hands grabbed her round cheeks and kneaded the flesh. I pushed her cheeks as wide apart as I could and gazed down at her crinkly, puckered anus. It opened slightly with each thrust I put into her and seemed to be talking to me. It was rude not to answer.
With great speed, I withdrew from her cunt and guided my cock to her anal portal. The head, slippery with her cunt juice, started to press on and widen the tight passage. With a shriek, Mrs. Walker stood up and ran into the hallway. I followed right on her heels and grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Uh-uh, NO way!” she stammered. “I’m not doing that! I’ll do anything but that.” She tried to pull away, but I thrust her against the wall. “I won’t do it. It’s disgusting and horrible. It hurts so much.”
“How do you know that it hurts?” I asked and she looked at me in shock.
“I don’t know, it just does. My friend told me. It’s disgusting!!”
“Well you’re doing it.” I said forcefully. “Now get on your knees with your arse in the air.” She choked a sob back and shook her head. I went for broke; I slapped her face with a sharp right hand. The loud smack that rang out as my open hand connected with her left cheek shocked her as much as the white-hot pain that filled her face. A red handprint made her cheek glow.
“But……I really don’t like it. My husband used to do it when I was pregnant. I hate it. It hurts so much, please Andrew, don’t make me do it.”
“On your knees!!” I said. Mrs. Walker looked at me pleadingly, but accepted defeat.
With a certain nonchalance, she dropped to the floor and assumed the position. She leaned her upper body down low to the floor and spread her thighs wide. Her bruised arse spread open before me again and she looked up at me over her shoulder with despair in her eyes.
“Go slow.” She said and faced forward.