It had hurt a lot the first time she had let David force his hard pole inside her rectum. The burning, tearing feeling had scared her; the unpleasant fullness has almost made her sick.
She had never let any man, certainly not her husband Paul even touch her there. That had been three months ago. This afternoon David again was plundering her bowels, driving into her with little tenderness, sodomizing her anal canal as if she were some little street whore.
It was different now; she knew she would cum very soon as would her invader. In a very short time she had become very accustomed to this activity; not long ago she had viewed anal sex as perversion. She had come to accept it, even like it—now simply craved it. As she felt the splash of his sticky load bathe her insides she came with a scream, thrusting her plump buttocks back against his groin and sucking ever drop of his fluid from him with her newly trained muscles.
As she felt his rapidly deflating tool plop from her gaping hole, she knew what was expected; she spun around and cleaned the remains of his cream and the secretion of her own dirty little hole from his softening organ.
Sucking a cock that had just been in an ass---her ass. What a craven little slut she had become under this man's tutelage. Lifting his nearly flaccid cock, she hungrily probed his anus with her needy little mouth. This was part of the routine. He would shortly return the favor, sucking his own cream from her dripping hole as he fingered her little slot to bring her to her fifth orgasm in a little over and hour.
David had irritated her. When he and Susan had moved in next door, Molly had almost instantly disliked him. He was very macho; he made suggestive comments and often undressed her with his eyes. Molly and Susan had become good friends.
The first time he had practically raped her. She had told him no---told him to stop. He had persisted and she had wanted him to do it to her. Once he had taken her tender young pussy that first time she had become an addict. He had made her his personal little fuck toy. There was no act no matter how dirty or perverted that he could not make her do---and ultimately enjoy.
Molly knew she came to her marriage with Paul painfully inexperienced in sexual matters. She had never gone down on a man and was almost ashamed of her inability to please her husband with her mouth. The one time Paul had cum in her mouth she had gagged and spit and destroyed the mood completely.
The idea of talking dirty during sex was against everything she had been taught. Only whores moved and told their lover what they wanted. A woman should not move while her husband is having his way with her—he might think she has experience. She never denied her husband his marital rights, she had just believed that she was supposed to tolerate his thrusting inside her, not enjoy it. David had changed all that.
David had early on shoved his fat prick past her lips. "Suck it, my pretty little cunt." He had said. She had responded with her usual pitiful attempt at fellatio. David had become impatient. He had tied her hands and feet together, pulled her to the edge of the bed on her side and forced her mouth open with his strong hands.
"I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth. I don't think your going to like it very much. You are the worst little cock sucker I've ever met."
In spite of her protests he had shoved his stiff prick to the back of her throat. She had gagged; she had been terrified. He had slapped her ass hard when she had grazed him with her teeth. He had not relented. Fortunately he had quickly shot his load and the horrible ordeal was over.
She had choked on his sticky fluid; his cum had seeped from her nostrils. Her common sense told her he was not a nice man---that she should end the affair. She couldn't. As awful as it had been, it had turned her on.
As David had removed his red cock from her gasping mouth he had roughly fingered her pussy. "You liked it more than you want to admit my lovely little bitch. Your nasty snatch is soaking wet. You'll learn to like it or you'll learn to give a decent blow job---your choice." Her oral talents had improved considerably.
Molly had learned to like---need a stiff prick in her mouth. She had come to enjoy and crave the taste of David's hot essence. She had become his little cum whore. She was no longer even ashamed of it.
The ass fuck was almost always the culmination of their carnal activities. He would kiss her, not particularly tenderly, reminding her what an easy little slut she was and return to his own home next door.
She had come to expect and enjoy the fact that he treated her like a whore. She had learned to please him by keeping up a running litany of depraved and perverted pillow talk. Not that they often used a bed or pillows. Often he would grab her within seconds of entering the house, flip up her skirt and jam his hard cock into her already moist little quim. He was always hard and had astounding staying power. She never bothered to wear panties when she expected him.
David worked out of a home office---as did Molly. Either of them could enter the side door of the other house without being seen. They took one and sometimes two fuck breaks every day. Their spouses both worked in offices in the same building almost an hour away. Neither was in the habit of coming home unexpectedly.
Paul had never treated her the way David did. Paul was always gentle and caring---maybe too much so. Recently he had seemed uninterested in having sex with her---not that sex between the two of them had ever been that interesting. It was just as well; after an afternoon with David all of Molly's young holes were too sore for additional activity. David has stripped her of all inhibition. David had taken the innocent little girl and turned her into a wanton, needy little slut.
As Paul shoved his cock into the back of Susan's throat on his office coach he reminded her of her duties. "Take it all my sweet little slut---you know you want it." Susan wanted it more than she could ever have believed that she would want a dirty cock---dirty from her own ass---jammed against the back of her throat. This had become her favorite part of their daily lunch hour ritual. She felt exactly like the submissive little whore she had become. She loved it when he would bath the insides of her anal canal with his sweet cream---but this time she would take it all in her mouth and down her throat.
