Ruthie looked at the image in the mirror, thinking about the things he’d said in the cafe the afternoon before. Did she really have the ‘hunted’ look, like a deer being chased by the pack? He’d seemed to see right through her, shattering the prim and proper attitude she tried so hard to maintain. How could she have told him the things she had? Her face had burned, and she prayed he hadn’t seen. Thoughts were invading Ruthie’s mind now, images that shouldn’t be. If only Bob, her husband could have made her feel like this, last night, or any other. Any time she felt horny, she had to make the running, and last night had been no different.

She’d been thinking about a good fucking, all day, since leaving that stranger at the cafe. Her hand had strayed to Bob’s crotch, as she greeted him, and a few long, slow strokes of his stiffening penis, beneath the trousers, had set the mood. Her own knickers had been damp, as they ate their evening meal, and her eyes had held his, hungrily. Bob had been pleasantly surprised. Sex was usually only on Saturdays. Later, as they sat together, on the couch, her mouth had begun, hungrily, to nibble at his neck, and her hands were inside his shirt, playing gently with his nipples. She was desperate to have him throw her down to the floor, to ravish her, but that just wasn’t his thing. Nothing would have excited her more than his ripping off her clothes, in maddened lust, and forcing her to do things they’d never done, but no. After a while, Bob had taken her hand, and led her upstairs. He’d gently peeled off her clothes, ignoring his own, raging erection. Softly, too softly, his lips had found her nipples, stiff as pokers from desire, and gently suckled on them, while his unimaginative fingers worked clumsily at the swelling clitoris of her sodden cleft. His parting of her willing thighs was almost apologetic, and the feel of his hot cock, pushing in and out, left her... Ruthie looked at the image in the mirror, thinking about the things he’d said in the cafe the afternoon before. Did she really have the ‘hunted’ look, like a deer being chased by the pack? He’d seemed to see right through her, shattering the prim and proper attitude she tried so hard to maintain. How could she have told him the things she had? Her face had burned, and she prayed he hadn’t seen. Thoughts were invading Ruthie’s mind now, images that shouldn’t be. If only Bob, her husband could have made her feel like this, last night, or any other. Any time she felt horny, she had to make the running, and last night had been no different.

She’d been thinking about a good fucking, all day, since leaving that stranger at the cafe. Her hand had strayed to Bob’s crotch, as she greeted him, and a few long, slow strokes of his stiffening penis, beneath the trousers, had set the mood. Her own knickers had been damp, as they ate their evening meal, and her eyes had held his, hungrily. Bob had been pleasantly surprised. Sex was usually only on Saturdays. Later, as they sat together, on the couch, her mouth had begun, hungrily, to nibble at his neck, and her hands were inside his shirt, playing gently with his nipples. She was desperate to have him throw her down to the floor, to ravish her, but that just wasn’t his thing. Nothing would have excited her more than his ripping off her clothes, in maddened lust, and forcing her to do things they’d never done, but no. After a while, Bob had taken her hand, and led her upstairs. He’d gently peeled off her clothes, ignoring his own, raging erection. Softly, too softly, his lips had found her nipples, stiff as pokers from desire, and gently suckled on them, while his unimaginative fingers worked clumsily at the swelling clitoris of her sodden cleft. His parting of her willing thighs was almost apologetic, and the feel of his hot cock, pushing in and out, left her weeping silent tears of frustration. As always, he’d come far too quickly, in a sudden frenzied burst, and then turned over, certain she was equally satisfied. She’d waited for his snores, before her finger finished off the job properly, in a really intense orgasm, but it wasn’t what she wanted, not deep down.

Her pageboy-style, blonde hair bounced at the nape of her neck, as she tossed her head back. Nervously, her hand stroked at her long throat, and her blue eyes blinked hard through the glasses perched on her nose. She’d dreamed about it so often, in the nights when her frustration had the upper hand. Of being taken against her will, and forced to be the sexual slave she secretly longed to be. Bob simply had no imagination, or real passion, so she had to make believe. Until today, that was. Alone in her tiny office, in the afternoon, she’d heard the door go, but not the latch being dropped. The man, who’d been sat in the cafe, next to her, the previous day, had walked in. They’d got along well, and talked freely. He was dark and handsome, with a fierce sexuality that no woman could miss. She’d guiltily enjoyed his open lusting, but not said too much. She was smiling, at the pleasure of the surprise, when she saw him. She stood up, to greet him, but there was an air of menace, sexual tension, and she could feel herself responding to it. What could he want from her? His mouth is curled in a savage smile, dark eyes fixing on hers, as he says,

“I followed you yesterday, to find out where you worked. What I said about the hunted look wasn’t the whole story, so I came to finish it, now. The secret that you keep is that you want to be the hunted. I could sense your interest in my cock, no matter how shy you pretend to be. Now, draw the blinds. I’m going to fuck you stupid.”

Stupefied, and somewhat frightened, Ruthie did as she was told. No telling what might happen if she didn’t. This was too ridiculous. They’d only talked for an hour, and she hadn’t said that much had she? His footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned, quickly, to face him. The naked lust in his smoldering eyes thrilled her to the core. His hands gripped her shoulders, fiercely, and moved suddenly down to her slim waist, pulling her toward him. There’s no way out. She could have kneed him in the balls but how might he have reacted? Her tongue glided nervously across her lips. She tried to protest.

“No! This can’t be happening. You can’t. I’m married...”

His mouth crushed against hers, his tongue reaching deep inside, while his horny hands grabbed the cheeks of her arse, pulling her hard against him. Please god, not this! Not a passionate kiss, from a truly passionate man. Desperation gripped her because she didn’t want to fight him off! Nothing mattered more than being forced into submission. The smell of sex was overpowering, and she started to respond. He was just too strong to push away. Her own tongue began fencing with his, and her crotch was rubbing hotly against his thigh. The juices were flowing freely. Her pants were damp.

“Come on you bitch!” he growled, “Let yourself go. You know how much you want to. My cock will feel so good, tickling the back of your throat, and flooding your eager cunt.”

Reason had deserted Ruthie now, in favour of long-suppressed desire. Her blue eyes glazed over with the need to be taken. His rough hands tore open her flimsy blouse. Calloused fingers sent shockwaves of lust through her whole body as her nipples stiffened. Her firm tits revelled in the rough treatment, as he squeezed them enthusiastically and she loved every second.

“Not so high and mighty now eh? You’re a wanton bitch under that frumpy act, aren’t you? Love to feel a man’s hands on your body. Well, get your hands into my pants you whore. It’s what you want, after all.”

Ruthie was floating now, half in reality and half in a daze. If only Bob could dream of treating her this way. Her hands pulled open her attacker’s shirt, and her tongue flicked at the nipple on his hairy chest. She was on fire with wanting to be speared by his rigid tool, to ride it until she collapsed with exhaustion. His breath was coming faster now, as he tore off her bra. The skirt hit the floor around her ankles, and his hand was inside her tights, soaking up the cunt juices that flowed like a stream. She almost screamed, as his finger found the swelling clitoris. Electricity and uncontrolled desire ran down her spine.

“Feels good, whore. Wet and ready for a good length of meaty manhood. Not so fast, though. It doesn’t come that easy” he’d whispered.

Ruthie couldn’t take any more. Her hands went down to his zip, frantically pulling it down. As the hot, heavy length of his beautifully solid penis slid between her fingers. The urgency of her need grew. She shivered with desire at the hot feel of it. A monster, several inches longer than Bob’s, and so thick. Her knees were weak, as pre-come oozed from the purple tip; she licked her lips, in joyful anticipation. Pulling her hands away from his crotch, he pushed her roughly back, against the desk, spreading her trembling thighs wide. The sodden panties were torn away, and his head stooped to assault her soaking sex. Papers were now scattered all over the floor, but she couldn’t have cared less. His insistent tongue was lapping up her flowing juices, setting her rigid clitoris on fire. Her hands gripped tightly to the hair on his head, as he brought her ever closer to orgasm, while his flying fingers teased nipples that burned with stiff desire. She was desperate to have him now, but couldn’t reach his gorgeous penis. All at once she began to shudder. Stopping suddenly, as she was on the point of coming, he stood up. Roughly he pulled her to her knees, exulting in the need in her eyes. Her face was level with that huge penis of his, and it looked so good.

Taking her head between his hands he said, “ Not that quick, or easy, bitch. You have to work for it. Suck me hard. I want to feel your teeth along my shaft. Take it deep down into your throat, but don’t make me come. I want to stick it up your tight arse. Make you cry with pleasure.”

She tried, weakly to protest, “ I’ve never…” but the sight of that purple headed delight before her eyes, broke the sentence. For the first time in her thirty-two years, she stretched her lips wide, eager to taste the salty warmth of it around her tongue. This was so wicked! His jerking, as her tongue rolled round the swollen head, only encouraged her more.

He made he lay down on the desk, on her back, head hanging over the edge, so that he might push his hot cock deep into her eager throat. Ruthie gloried in the utter degradation of this moment, almost gagging as several inches of meaty cock slid in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Her hands were cupping the heavy, hairy balls, and squeezing gently. He wanted all of that thick semen to explode into her aching belly but she had other ideas. With a sudden grunt, his rigid tool began to jerk, as gouts of thick, hot come hit the back of her throat. He was pulling out, and some of it spurted onto her face and tits. Ruthie rubbed this semen into her skin, gasping as she swallowed his great mouthful. His hands had gripped her ankles now, and pulled her around on the desk.

“You’re not finished yet, you cow, oh no! Don’t think you’ve sucked me dry, because there’s more where that came from. Get back to work with your mouth, at least you’re good at that.”

She eagerly took his semi-limp cock into her hand, and began to pull on it gently. It responded at once, starting to grow bigger, and she smiled. Now she really wanted to be treated like a whore. Fucked senseless, at this brute’s leisure, helpless to do anything but submit. His fingers were now working in and out of her soaking cunt, and her clit was on fire. God, she wanted it. Looking at his face, she could see the cruel smile playing across his lips, as he teased her. Then his cock was rock-hard again. She expected him to force her thighs apart, to batter into her without consideration, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned her over. Parting the cheeks of her arse with his strong fingers, he had the tip of that engorged cock pressed tight against her arsehole and she almost panicked. Not this! She’d never been fucked up the arse. It was so dirty. All at once, he pushed hard, and she gasped out loud as the solid length of him reamed into her back passage. It felt huge, threatening and wonderful, and she wanted to scream with delight but could only whimper. His finger was teasing her stiff clitoris, as he pounded in and out. Suddenly she cried, “I’m coming, heaven help me. I want to be properly fucked!”

She was shuddering, in the throes of the most intense orgasm she’d ever known, when his massive manhood was withdrawn from her arse. He span her round, hands clenched firmly round the cheeks of her sore arse. He lifted her up, roughly, and then impaled her swollen cunt on his rampant member. Ruthie almost fainted from pleasure, as she sank deep onto the granite finger of his hot cock. The waves of orgasm intensified, as his hands lifted her up and down, making the neck of her womb resound with the thumping pressure of the bulbous head smacking into it. All at once, her attacker groaned aloud, and his cock began to jerk again. Ruthie was overwhelmed by the intensity of her own climax, as another gush of hot, thick spunk exploded, deep within her. This was how it was meant to be, and no matter what this brutish man did from now, she’d never look at sex in the same way again. As they lay, spent, on the floor, her hand strayed once more to that glorious, hairy cock, limp now but still proudly sticky. Gently, she licked it dry, delighting in the fact that it started to get hard again, though she doubted that either of them would have the capacity to make use of it!

After a few minutes, he stood up, and started to get dressed, looking hard at the naked Ruthie.

“That was exactly how you wanted it to be, and it was wild. Believe me though, it wouldn’t be the same a second time around.”

She looked up at him. A nice man, who’d played a part for her, and played it to perfection. She had all the answers now, a few words in Bob’s ear and a little stimulation. That’s all it would take. Standing up and pulling on her knickers,

“No, it wouldn’t, would it? Thanks anyway, for this afternoon, and helping me realise a daft ambition. Don’t come here again will you? Once was all either of us could need, I’m sure.”

He smiled a wide smile, heading for the door, and answering “You’re probably right, but I’ve left my card, just in case. I won’t come unless you call me. Thanks again. Bye.”

As the door closed behind him, Ruthie couldn’t help but pick up that card, to see who on earth he was. Her eyes opened wide, and she laughed out loud, as she read, ‘Adam Seed - Sex Psychologist’ that was one card that wouldn’t be going in the bin.