The Degrading of Patricia

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.

Patricia lowered her head until her lips were touching the head of his cock. Then she began to kiss the head and the length of his cock tenderly as she massaged his nutsack. Slowly she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, alternating between her lips and the tip of her tongue. After a couple minutes of that she sucked the head of his cock in her mouth and slowly slid her lips down its length.

Larry's head dropped back as the pleasure washed over him. "OH FUCK!" He moaned. "You really know how to suck cock slut! DAMN your good!" Then he decided to remind her who and what she was. "You ever do this for your hubby?"

Patricia cringed when the question registered in her lust crazed brain. "Please don't!"

"Please don't what? Remind you what a cheating whore you are to be sucking on my cock and enjoying it?" Patricia pulled off his cock only to have her head pushed back down. "I didn't tell you to stop slut! As long as you're in this room, you belong to me! I'll treat you as I damn well please. Now tell me. How often to you suck your hubby's cock?" He pulled her head off his cock so she could answer.

"Not very often. He doesn't like me to suck him because he doesn't like to reciprocate. So I don't do it that often. Actually, I can't remember the last time I sucked him."

Larry sat there dumbfounded. "You mean he's never gone down on you?"

"He did once, many years ago. He didn't like it. So he's never done it again."

Larry knew exactly what he was going to do to her next. He pulled her off his cock with a fistful of her hair and pulled her beside him. He got off the bed and spun her around for the best camera angle. He then crawled back on the bed, spread her legs and crawled up between them.

Patricia watched with eyes wide open, fearful he was going to hurt her in some way. But when his mouth touched her pussy, her body arched up off the bed as she moaned. It felt like electricity was coursing through her body. "OOOHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She screamed.

Larry licked the length of her slit. Then gently sucked in her pussy lips, one at a time, playing with it using the tip of his tongue. He was going to save her swollen clit till the end when she was begging for it. He alternated between nibbling on her pussy lips and rimming her pussy out with his tongue.

Patricia felt herself losing all control as her body arched up off the bed. It felt like every nerve ending in her body was exploding. Her head thrashed back and forth as Larry's tongue pushed her body towards her first orgasm. She began to pant as her orgasm built inside her gut. "Why are you doing this?" She began to sob, overcome with the intense pleasure and emotions. "OOOHHH! Feels so good! So good!" Just as her orgasm was about to wash over her. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! PLEASE DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" She screamed.

Patricia reached down and grabbed his head with both hands as her body began to convulse and spasm. She lost all control of her body. She grunted and moaned as her head thrashed back and forth. "PLEASE DON'T STOP!" She chanted over and over as her body bucked up and off the bed with every wave of orgasmic pleasure.

Larry laughed to himself as he kept his mouth locked on her pussy and clit. He had no intention of stopping. If anything, he intended to continue to work her pussy till she was begging him to stop. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her pussy into his mouth. His tongue continued to tease and work her highly sensitized clit as he nibbled on it gently with his teeth. He wasn't concerned about her pleasure as much as solidifying his control over her. Having never been given this amount of pleasure from her husband, he wondered if she'd become his willing slave after this. He wasn't sure how she'd react. But he had a good idea.

Patricia couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the other began. Or was it one long orgasm that didn't end? Her body continued to twitch and spasm as Larry's mouth and tongue worked her pussy and clit for almost an hour. Her body was exploding with sensations she'd never felt before. Her brain became a hazy fog as wave after wave washed over her. Her body finally collapsed on the bed, still twitching and spasming uncontrollably. "Please no more!" She whimpered softly as she tried to push Larry's head from between her legs. Larry held on securely and kept up his assault on her pussy. "Please!" Patricia began to sob. "I can't take anymore! Please stop!"

Larry almost pulled his mouth off her. Then he decided to bring her off one more time. He slid his hand between her legs. Then shoved his two middle fingers inside her pussy as his tongue continued to tease her clit. Curling his fingers inside her brought him the reaction he wanted when he hit her G-spot.

Patricia wailed as her body arched up off the bed one more time. "OH FUCK!" Then her body began to buck up and down on the bed. She began to squirt, her juices saturating the sheets and bed under her. Her wails morphed into sobs as she lost control again. "I CAN'T STOP!" She wailed. "I CAN'T STOP! OH FUCK! PLEASE!"

Larry worked her body for another 10-15 minutes before he released her and sat up. He knelt on the bed, watching her body continue to twitch and spasm as he wiped his face clean of her juices. Patricia rolled on to her side and curled up into the fetal position, sobbing as her body twitched uncontrollably. "Why did you do that?" She sobbed softly with her eyes closed.

Larry just smiled. "Because you needed that." He said as he felt a measure of compassion for her. "And you're going to want it again. Aren't you?" His compassion ended when he remembered how she fantasized about being used and degraded.

Patricia laid there, not responding, trying to compose herself. "NO!" She replied defiantly. But she knew she was lying. She was going to want it again.

"You lying bitch! You know you loved every minute of what I did to you. And you're going to want it again."

"No! Never again!" She replied, a little less defiantly.

Larry laughed out loud. "You stupid bitch! I own you now. When I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you and use you! I'm looking forward to watching Miss prim and proper Patricia begging for cock to satisfy her slutty needs." He climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom, letting Patricia collect herself. Several minutes later he came out. "OK! My turn now." He climbed back on the bed and sat with his back to the head board.

Patricia rolled over, facing the laptop without realizing it, and laid her head on his thigh. Without giving it a second thought, she began stroking his cock and balls as she stared at his manhood. In her mind she was being forced to do this. But to the observer who might be watching the video of them, she would look like an eager participant wanting to give her partner the same pleasure she was just given.

Larry stroked her head when she began to lick the length of his shaft. Patricia moved her head enough to take his cock in her mouth. Larry smiled knowing the show she was giving. Patricia moved her mouth up and down on his shaft, slowly bringing him to full erection. "Mmmmm!" Larry moaned his approval. "You really are an incredible lover. I can't believe your hubby doesn't keep you satisfied enough."

Patricia's mind was in complete confusion. She knew what she was doing was a violation of her marital vows. But Larry had done something for her that her husband had never done in all their years of marriage. But now she wanted to please this man who was using her like a cheap whore. 'HOW FUCKED UP AM I?" Her brain screamed. Then she thought about her husband and wanted to defend him. "He's a good man." Is all she could bring herself to say.

Larry chuckled as he shoved her head back down, stuffing his cock back into her mouth. "I never said he wasn't. He may be a good man. But you're a cheating slut." He held her head in place, not allowing her to pull off his cock. "Mmmm! That's its baby! Suck that cock good you dirty cheating slut. Get me nice and hard. In a couple minutes I'm going to enjoy stuffing that married pussy of yours and filling it with my seed."

Larry slowly released her head, realizing she no longer needed any prompting. Patricia's head bobbed slowly up and down on his shaft as she worked his cock like a caring lover who just wanted to give her lover all the pleasure she could. Larry gave her more encouragement when he heard her moan softly. "Oh, that's it baby! Damn you're good!"

In her own sick way, Patricia reveled in his words praising her efforts. She felt like a Jekyll and Hyde as her shame and guilt wracked her conscience, while her body and desires craved everything Larry was doing to her. Her lips slid up and down his hard shaft, while she cupped his balls in her hand, massaging them lovingly.

Larry stroked the back of her head as she gave him one of the best blow jobs he'd ever had. "You are an incredible lover. Your husband has no idea what he's missing." He decided it was time to really see how she'd perform. He pulled her head off his cock. "Get up here! Time to stuff that married pussy."

Patricia turned around faced him, kneeling next to him. He could see there was no fight left in her. She threw her leg over his lap, straddling his rigid cock. She looked down between their bodies and took his cock in hand, aiming the head at the opening to her womb. She looked up at Larry.

"Go on slut! You know you want it!"

She lowered herself slowly, gasping as his cock filled her. "Oh fuck!" She moaned. Then she began to grind her hips in a circular motion, trying to get more of his cock inside her. Patricia hung her head in shame and defeat, sobbing softly. It seemed that the more she fought her shameful desires, the more they took control of her. What Larry was doing to her was something she'd always fantasized about. It was something she knew her husband not only couldn't do for her, it was something he wouldn't do for her.

His cock felt so good inside her as she ground her hips. A switch flipped inside her brain as she focused on the sensations coursing through her body, emanating from her pussy. She looked back at Larry as she laid her hands on his shoulders. "Fuck me! Fuck me like the dirty whore I am! I want it! I need it! Now fuck me!"

Larry smiled noticing the change in her. "If you want it slut, then take it! Ride my cock you cheating whore!" He grabbed both her tits and squeezed them before slapping each of them. "I want to watch these fucking tits bouncing like a couple of fucking basketballs." He released her tits, sat back and rested his hands on her thighs as she straddled him. "Now show me how bad you want it slut!"

Patricia gave him a lascivious grin as she began to hump his cock. She started out slowly, grinding her hips with each thrust, savoring every sensation his cock pumping in and out of her gave her. She began grunting with each thrust. Larry just sat back, passively enjoying the ride. The second time around for him always lasted longer. He was going to ride this one as long as he could.

"Oh fuck it!" Patricia moaned. His cock was hitting her in that sweet spot, and she knew it wasn't going to be long till he was giving her another screaming orgasm. She sat back on his thighs, trying to get as much of his cock inside her every time she dropped down on it. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the sensations of one of the best fucks she'd ever had. Her tits bounced up and down, and back and forth as her humping intensified. "Oh fuck it! Oh fuck it!" She began to chant over and over. She'd always hated that word. But now it made her feel so much more dirty using it as she rode his cock. Her chant quickly became a squeal as her orgasm built inside her. "Oh fuck it! Oh fuck it!"

Larry reached out and grabbed her tits as they bounced only inches from his face. He pinched her nipples as the rest of his hand squeezed her soft tit flesh, digging his fingers into her. Patricia moaned, now lost in her own world of sensations. Larry never grew tired of the show taking place before him. Watching a woman in the throes of sexual ecstasy had to be the most erotic thing on earth, he'd always thought. The show Patricia was putting on for him was only made better by the fact she was riding his cock.

Patricia felt her stomach begin to cramp up as her orgasm took control of her. Then her whole body began to shudder and convulse as she continued to ride Larry's cock. The grunts and noises she made as her orgasm washed over her sounded more like an animal than a woman. Each thrust of her pelvis sending a new wave of sensations coursing through her body. She began to sob softly as the intensity of sensations and emotions collided together. Even as her orgasm subsided she couldn't stop the spasms. "Ooohhh." She moaned with her eyes closed. "Why can't I stop?" She twitched.

Larry just smiled at her. "You don't want to stop! Admit it! You're a cheating whore and you don't want to stop!"

The lust that controlled her just a few minutes before was now replaced with that overwhelming sense of shame and humiliation. It was only worsened by the fact that everything Larry was saying was true. She didn't want it to stop. She was a cheating whore who couldn't get enough of what was being done to her. She couldn't bring herself to respond. She just hung her head and wept softly until she felt Larry's hand under her chin lifting her face. She looked at him, her hair disheveled and hanging in her face.

"Now it's my turn." He said smiling. "I have to admit you got me worked up a lot faster than I'm used to. Watching you perform was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Now I'm going to fill your married pussy with my seed." He grabbed her hips on each side and began to rock her back and forth. "That's it slut! Work your pussy!" He leaned forward and took one of her tits in his mouth. He heard Patricia moan again, then felt her grind her pelvis into his lap. She moaned louder when he bit down on her nipple. Just as he felt himself about to explode inside her, he sat back. "OH FUCK!" He moaned loudly. He lifted her off the bed, driving his cock inside her as far as it would go. Then he began to grunt as his cock pumped his seed inside her pussy. The inside of her pussy felt like it was on fire. Each thrust brought a grunt as he filled her womb.