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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 repeatedly 
          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.
 
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