First I felt a hard cock brush my buttocks, teasingly searching for my entrance, then a shifting of weight and I could feel it begin to probe between my cheeks. I tried to buck again but now I was being allowed no movement. His cap was pressing on the lips of my anus, a moment's pause and then the penetration, confident, unhurried, a thrusting rhythm helping to press it home between my involuntary contractions. I gasped at the feel of it pushing apart the walls of my anus. I was aware of his wife watching intently.
It felt much larger inside me than I had expected. It pushed deeper still and I felt as though I would explode, again I tried to struggle this time with even greater urgency but uselessly against the vice-like hold. I titter of female amusement, pointing to my crotch and I realised with shame that I was now erect myself offering uncontrollable validation as I was being buggered.
Having found my pleasure point he started to exploit it, holding me tight and fucking me deeply, rhythmically, using his throbbing male shaft to invade my intimacy, expertly forcing my body to respond, bringing me to inevitable climax and ejaculation to the sound of more amused giggles.
Enveloped in shame, resigned to my fate, all I now wished was for it to end, no longer offering any resistance. My dominator confident in his total control, free to manoeuver me into the best positions for full penetration, trying each out for the most pleasurable access, experienced in the use of a male captive until he gave way to grunts of effort and excitement his prize almost taken.
Finally, his thrusts rising to a furious climax he released his load, spurting it deep inside me before he relaxed his full weight resting onto my back letting out a satisfied sigh.
As I lay there, motionless under his weight a look of pain surged across my face as the walls of my anus, rubbed raw by my dominator's hard unrelenting cock began to throb with agony. An elegantly manicured hand reached out and patted my head again.
Gently she rolled me over onto my back, lifted her skirt above her knees, placing a foot either side of my waist. She waited there for some moments, allowing me a full view of her stocking tops and knickers. Then in one abrupt movement she squatted down on top of me, straddling my face with her ample bottom. I scarcely had time to experience her scented musk before she lifted the crotch of her knickers to one side exposing her excited vulva and kissed my lips with hers.
This time I offered no resistance, perhaps because of the tenderness she had shown me, perhaps to defer any more brutal attentions from her husband. I slid the tip of my tongue up inside her passage, already wet with desire, and started to seek out her most sensitive spots already damp with desire. Her hips began to squirm with pleasure as slowly I learnt to please her. Her round mature bottom now settled firmly over my face my universe was confined to her musky scents, her flow of sexual juices, and her cries of approval as my tongue sought to please her.
A few moments' pause as the pressure of her bottom was lifted, she leant forward and settled again this time to offer her anus for my attention. Baulking at this fresh humiliation in front of her husband who I knew would still be watching, I hesitated, my tongue withdrawn back inside my mouth. But I was in the hands of experienced captors. She reached out one hand, placing her fingers gently around my balls and started to squeeze, slowly at first. Taking care not to inflict pain unnecessarily she increased the pressure gradually so as to seek that point of compliance and no more.
