Tuesday
"I didn't think you'd come..."
The young man was standing in the same doorway of the same hotel room, apparently dressed in the same clothes. Sabine wondered whether he had gone home at all or had stayed there overnight. The room was paid for, after all, and she certainly wasn't going to use it.
"That's what you said yesterday." Sabine's voice was hard and bitter. God, how she hated this man. And to think that yesterday she had swallowed his come!
"And I'll be saying it again tomorrow." He laughed mockingly, smugly.
Sabine came in and, after removing her sunglasses, coat and headscarf, began silently taking off her jewelery.
"Take off everything except your stockings and suspenders," the young man ordered as he too stripped off and sat on the edge of the bed, naked.
He was already hard and stroked his cock arrogantly.
When Sabine was wearing only what was instructed, she stood before him, arms loose at her sides, eyes lowered to the floor. This was the first time she had completely revealed herself to him, and despite her intense dislike of the young man she secretly hoped she pleased him.
And hated herself for it.
"Nice tits...I suppose." The same bluntness; the same manner of crude, ugly complement that was actually more of an insult. "Now get on the bed. Kneel on all fours...like a dog."
Without hesitation or complaint, Sabine did as she was told. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she knelt there with her ass and cunt sticking up in the air and her tits dangling down like a couple of soft fruit. In this position she felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever, and the idea of her intimate parts being on full display caused the color to rise in her cheeks.
The next thing she knew the young man had climbed onto the bed behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy without so much as a word of warning.
Her cunt was dry and it hurt when he forced his big dick inside; Sabine winced and drew in a sharp intake of breath at the painful intrusion.
The man laughed.
"Not as excited as yesterday, eh? That's alright -- all the better for me. Makes it feel more like a young woman's pussy..."
She winced again, but not because of the huge dick pushing deep into her stubborn vagina; his words were much more hurtful.
"Or maybe it's because you don't get much action at home...eh, slut? Your old man doesn't want to fuck you so your cunt has stayed nice and tight all these years, is that right?"
There was some truth to what he was saying. She had no idea of the relative elasticity of her vagina compared to other women, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty: that her husband had only made love to her eleven times in their nineteen years of marriage -- twice when she fell pregnant with their two beautiful children, the remaining nine times comprising previous attempts to conceive. And given the fact that Sabine had been a virgin when she got married, this current travesty of love-making brought her tally up to a less-than-impressive twelve.
"So why doesn't your husband want to fuck this tight little hole, huh? Is he gay or something? Does he like young boys? Or maybe he prefers your asshole to your cunt... Perhaps I won't find that hole quite so tight, eh?"
Sabine stiffened with terror as she imagined this man's thick cock trying to get into her anus and felt sick to her stomach.
Please don't, she panicked in her head. Please, not that...
But the young man seemed quite satisfied with her vagina at present, which -- in spite of her shame and alarm -- was yielding somewhat to his big, thrusting penis. Indeed, to Sabine's surprise she was beginning to get wet, her juices providing some much needed lubrication. She was thankful for it and felt the discomfort subside a little.
The young man had stopped talking now, preoccupied with the vulgar business of banging away at Sabine's tender pussy. In the silence of the room she could hear the ugly sounds of their fucking and felt humiliated. As she knelt there and let him do what he wanted, she tried not to think about her husband and her children -- the terrible betrayal she was committing -- concentrating on a spot on the wall where the paper was scuffed and discolored.
When the young man had fucked her for a good few minutes, he pulled out and jerked himself off over her buttocks. He groaned like an animal as his hot, copious seed splattered across her cheeks, covering them, and Sabine flushed with embarrassment.
How disgusting, she thought. What a filthy, dirty pig!
She stayed on all fours, focusing on that grotesque patch of wallpaper, while the man finished ejaculating on her. She felt a pang of revulsion as his juices ran between her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs, dampening her stockings, and she felt even more soiled than she had the day before.
But that's the point, isn't it, Sabine, you dirty fucking whore? That's why you're here...
The young man grunted and leaned back on his haunches, utterly spent, and gazed with satisfaction upon the glistening mess he had made.
"Did you enjoy that, slut?" He was out of breath and pleased with himself.
Sabine did not reply, nor did she move from her quadruped position. She just knelt there and let his semen drip down her legs, trying not to imagine what she must have looked like.
The next thing she knew, the young man was rubbing his seed into her ass cheeks, smearing the cold, slimy jism over her anus and cunt and pushing his sticky fingers into both holes. He then reached underneath to rub it into her stomach and tits, and the smell of it made Sabine recoil in disgust. But this was nothing compared to the indignity of having him lean forward and wipe his fingers across her face -- under her nose, across her lips, through her hair.
