Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Debbie hesitated for only a moment before complying. She reached under her dress with both hands and drew the thick panties down to her knees. She took the hem of the dress in her left hand and raised it up while she put her right in front of her shaven pussy, the fingers clearly trembling in the close-up on my screen—as if she desperately wanted to play with herself but still couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.
At last, with a little cry, as Abe’s hard penis pressed more firmly at his wife’s smallest opening, and Ruth cried out in mingled alarm and arousal, Debbie’s fingers pressed inward. She let out a sob of helpless pleasure.
The sight of her obeying, of her surrendering to her own arousal, sent another wave of heat through me. As she began to rub frantically at her clit, I was masturbating just as fervently as she was, my body on fire with need.
Abe pulled back half a step. He spat on his hand and pumped his cock to ready himself. He put the head of his rigid tool up against the tiny hole again. Ruth sobbed and shuddered, and the camera caught the little push back she made with her hips, the slight surge of her bottom that I knew from terrible experience meant she had pushed that mortifying way—the way a good wife lets her husband into her asshole.
Abe thrust into Ruth’s punished bottom with a single, forceful motion, and she screamed—a sound part pain, part ecstasy. He didn’t hold back, didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against her red, welted backside. Ruth’s cries filled the room, a clamor of submission and desperate need.
I couldn’t look away. My fingers moved in rhythm with Abe’s thrusts, my body echoing Ruth’s cries with my own gasps and moans. The sight of him taking her so roughly in her most private hole moved me in a way I could barely understand.
I couldn’t believe I was watching this. The camera captured every detail of Ruth’s complete submission—the way her fingers clawed at the leather chair, how her body jerked with each brutal thrust, the tears streaming down her face even as desperate moans escaped her lips.
My own fingers worked frantically down there, the ivory satin of my panties soaked through now. Remembering how naughty it had felt before, I gathered the front of them into a rope and pulled it against my clit, working the bunched, sopping fabric between my private lips.
“Tell Debbie what this means,” Abe commanded his wife, never slowing his punishing rhythm. “Tell her what happens to wives who misbehave.”
Ruth sobbed, her voice broken and raw. “This is… oh, God… this is what naughty wives get. When we forget our place… when we disobey… our husbands have to… have to use our bottoms to teach us who’s in charge.”
I bit down hard on my lip, my free hand gripping the sheets as my arousal built to an unbearable peak. The words should have horrified me, but instead they sent lightning through my core. I remembered Jacob’s cock there, always seeming hesitant, nothing like this complete claiming that Abe was demonstrating.
On screen, Debbie’s fingers moved faster, her face flushed crimson as she watched her foster mother’s anal punishment. She was close—I could see it in the way her thighs trembled, how her breath came in short gasps. We seemed synchronized somehow, three women bound by this moment of absolute degradation.
“Please, sir,” Ruth begged, though I couldn’t tell if she was pleading for him to stop or continue. “I’ll be good. I’ll follow the budget. I’ll—”
“You’ll take what you’re given,” Abe interrupted, driving particularly deep and making her scream. “And Debbie will learn exactly what marriage means. Won’t you, Debbie?”
“Yes, sir,” Debbie gasped, her fingers working desperately at her clit. “I understand. Wives must… must submit completely.”
That did it. My orgasm crashed over me just as Ruth screamed through another climax, her body convulsing around Abe’s punishing cock. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle my cries, my hips bucking wildly as waves of pleasure mixed with burning shame. Through my haze, I heard Debbie’s soft cry as she came too, all three of us together in this moment of complete surrender.
Abe finished with a growl, burying himself deep in his wife’s whipped bottom. The camera lingered on Ruth’s face—tearstained, exhausted, but with an expression of something like peace. She’d been corrected, claimed, put firmly back in her place.
As the scene faded to black, I lay gasping on my bed, the tablet sliding onto the mattress beside me. My panties were in desperate shape, the delicate fabric stretched as well as sopping with my juices. With trembling fingers, I drew them off, the ivory satin adhering slightly to my bare pussy lips as I drew it away from my body.