Larry sat up in the bed with his back against the head board waiting for Patricia to come out of the bathroom. He popped another little blue pill to help things along. He'd already thought through how he was going to orchestrate the day's festivities. Then before they left the hotel he was going to show her a portion of the recording he had made of them. From the way she was responding to his manipulations, the video was going to show a woman who wanted everything being done to her. She was more than a willing participant. She was an eager little slut who couldn't get enough of what he was doing to her.
Thirty minutes later Patricia walked out of the bathroom having showered and washed her hair, as per Larry's instructions. Her branding as SLUT and WHORE still visible on her body. "Get over here!" He ordered her as he held up his hand to her. Patricia climbed up on the bed and knelt beside him wondering what he was going require of her next. "Straddle my lap. I want to spend some time on those sweet tits of yours."
Patricia did as she was told. She threw her leg over his lap and settled down with his flaccid cock resting against her already swollen clit. She couldn't bring herself to admit it to him. But his abuse of her had already gotten her more turned on then she ever thought possible. She gasped from the sensations that shot through her body when her tormentor began to lightly caress and stroke her sensitive breasts. He made swirling motions with his fingertips around her hardening nipples. Patricia let out a soft moan before she could catch herself.
"Does your husband ever do this for you?" He wanted to taunt her. But also get her to confess some things for the video.
Patricia sat there in silence not wanting to talk about her husband. She couldn't look Larry in the eye. The shame she felt about what she was giving herself over to was only intensified as she thought about her husband. He was a good man. He deserved better than this.
Larry reached up and softly slapped her face. Just hard enough to get her attention. He knew exactly what she was struggling with. But he wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily. "I asked you a question slut! Does hubby ever do this for you?"
Patricia looked him in the eye. The resignation in her eyes evident to Larry. "He likes my breasts." She paused trying to think of the right words to describe her husband. "But he's very traditional. I think the term is vanilla."
Larry leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down on it lightly while flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Patricia gasped initially when his teeth sunk into her tender tit flesh. But her gasp quickly morphed into a moan as his tongue began to play with it. Before she realized what she was doing, Patricia threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her chest. She couldn't bring herself to verbalize how good it felt, what he was doing to her. But her body told Larry everything he wanted to know.
After a couple minutes he pulled off her nipple and began to twirl each of them between his thumb and index finger.
"OH PLEASE!" Patricia moaned as she began to grind her hips, rubbing her clit against his cock. "Please stop this!" She begged. "We can't do this!" She knew she had to make one more attempt to break free of his control, before it was too late. Before she was lost completely in her wanton desires.
"What does hubby enjoy doing with you?" Larry asked smiling.
Patricia started to whimper in defeat. "Please don't make me . . . "
Larry cut her off. "Answer the question slut!"
Patricia began to sob softly as she thought about her husband. "He doesn't enjoy doing much. He's a good man." She wanted to keep that mental image in her head of her husband. It was better than the image of herself becoming the cheating whore she was.
Larry took her hand and shoved it between them till it was over his cock. Patricia could feel the heat coming from his body. "Take it slut! Grab it!" Patricia's hand was trembling as she wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard cock. She began to stroke it, feeling it slowly getting harder. "Mmmmm! That's it bitch! Stroke that meat!" He sat there for a minute or so as Patricia slowly brought his manhood back to life. The whole time she stared down at it, admiring its size and softness. Larry watched in fascination. He no longer had to prompt her to do something.
Patricia slid down his legs a few inches so she could get a better grip on his cock with both hands. She lovingly stroked the length of his shaft with one hand as she cupped his nuts with the other and began to massage them.
Larry looked over at his laptop and smiled to himself knowing he was getting all this recorded. "You want that cock. Don't you slut?"
Patricia didn't look up as she responded. Her focus was on this delicious piece of meat between her legs. She didn't care anymore. She had to have him inside her. She had to feel his manhood filling her and taking possession of her. "Yes I want it! I want to feel it inside me! I want to feel it throbbing in me."
"Then get down there and suck on it for a bit. Show me how much you really want it inside you." Patricia threw her leg back over, turning her back to him. She slid down his body. Larry turned her just enough so her face was facing the laptop. He wanted a clear picture of her as she nursed on his cock like the hungry slut he knew she was.
