"Make love to me...." Finally, the words he needed to hear. Joy filled him as
the final syllable left her lips. It needed to be her choice, he knew that all
along, and though he felt confident she would have the courage to live her
desire, he never really knew for sure. Until now, this glorious moment. "Make
love to me, Steven." She lifted her arms to him and he melted into her, sought
to become one with his Ruthie. "In a moment sweetheart, let's get you
comfortable first," he whispered, holding her head, staring into the deep pools
of her eyes.

He lifted himself up, grasped one of her booted legs, and tugged the black
kidskin thigh-high boot off her marvelous leg, tossing it to the floor.
Grasping her nylon covered ankle he licked the bottom of her foot, causing
Ruthie to squeal with delight. "Oh, Steve," she giggled, rubbing her fingertips
over her stiff nipples. He continued to run his tongue over her perfect nylon
covered leg, working his way to the garter strap. Once there he unfastened it
along with the others. He paused and smiled at her, watching her play with her
breasts. Steve then unrolled the black stocking and tossed it to join the boot
on the floor. He repeated the procedure with the other leg, the same licking
and fondling, the same gentle care he had shown her before. Any onlooker would
have noticed the reverence he held for her by these attentions. He paused
between her now nude legs and beheld her beauty. His right hand found her slit
and he dipped into her, covering his fingers once again in her moist heat. He
offered his wet, shiny fingers to her mouth and with half closed eyes she
accepted his offer. "Taste yourself, Ruthie. There is no finer wine in the
world than the essence of a woman in heat," he remarked as she devoured his
fingers, cleaning them with her mouth.

He knelt between her legs and licked his fingers, savoring her dark musky
scent. Steven gazed down at her; "See you really are a good girl," as they
exchanged grins, Ruthie holding her breasts and once again arching her back in
that feline manner she had. She was mouthing words to him now, not audible, her
lower lip playing on her upper teeth. What was she saying, he wondered. He
watched her mouth closely. "Fuck me, Steven, Fuck me," he thought that's what
she was saying. Placing his finger back inside her, he moved it in and out
slowly, the juicy, squishy sound loud in the quiet room. "You're a very bad
girl, aren't you Ruthie?" As they both started to laugh he bent once again to
kiss her.

His strong hands encircled her waist. "Turn over for me, baby," as he helped
her lay on her belly. He started to unhook the closures of the tight satin
corset she was still wearing until it was fully unclasped and he was able to
lay it open beneath her on the bed. He started to knead her shoulder muscles
and neck, his skill readily apparent by her soft groaning. As he worked her
trapezius, deltoids, and the triceps of her upper arms he spoke to her calmly;
"Does your husband ever talk dirty to you, Ruthie? Does he ever tell you how
much he wants your cunt? How much he wants to put his cock down your throat?"
as he continued massaging her muscles. "Does he ever call you a slut, a whore,
Ruthie? His slut, his whore, Ruth?" She moaned passionately now, more because
of these words than his hands on her sinews. "Do you want me to tell you how
much I want to fuck your pussy, shoot my hot cum into you, slut. Do you like my
words, are they making you hot?" He kneaded her ass now with his hands, pulling
the globes apart, then forcing them back together, working the soft flesh of
her bottom with his hands. "Ruthie, I'm going to cum in your mouth too, and
you're going to drink every drop of me, isn't that right, bitch?" Her ears were
on fire now as she moaned, "Yes, yes, every drop." He massaged the backs of her
legs now, still talking calmly; "And if I want to fuck your ass, Ruthie, are
you going to let me, are you going to let your lover have your tasty ass,
hmmmm?" He dipped his three fingers into her and held his hand up near his
face; "Look how wet you are Ruthie, you're such a sex-crazed slut, aren't you?
You're such a bad girl!" As he lowered his hand to her face and watched her
devour her essence, he reached back his hand searching for the humming toy.

She was his slut, his whore now and he was grateful. Once again on her back, he
feasted his eyes on the symphony of her nakedness. Reaching with his left hand
he spread her sex completely open with two fingers. Steven rejoiced at the
sight of her clitoris, rising and falling with her breathing, glistening in the
semi-dark room. With his right he brought the vibrator near, nearer, until the
golden tip touched the apex of her womanhood. Ruthie shuddered with delight and
moaned for him, his slut, his whore. Forcing her even further apart he ran the
sex toy up and down the small shaft, surprised to see the liquid that suddenly
issued forth from her. "Baby likes that, doesn't she?" he whispered, another
groan his only answer. He teased her with the pulsing toy, touching her clit
and then withdrawing it, touching, stopping. She was writhing on the bed now,
squeezing her tits, begging with her moaning for release from this delightful
torture. As her clitoris became more engorged, more excited, he ran the
vibrator up and down it's tiny length, teasing her hole with it, bringing her
to a state of sexual frenzy she had never visited before.

Steven watched as a spasm of her juice once again issued from deep inside her,
joining the ever-widening stain of sex beneath her ass. He dropped the toy now,
inserted his index finger into her fuck-hole, and probed. He crooked the finger
back within her in a "come here" motion and felt the upper wall of her birth
canal until he found the swelling mound of soft tissue that was his target. He
touched it gently and delighted as she arched her pelvis and spasmed once again
in response to his finding her "G" spot. He gently stroked this secret area
with the finger of his right hand while the thumb of his left gently rubbed her
clit. Her groaning was fevered now as he whispered, "You're my little slut,
aren't you, Ruth? What a bad girl you are, what a shameless whore, letting a
strange man finger-fuck you in a hotel room. But you love it, don't you,
Ruthie, you need it so, don't you, bitch?" The words sent her spiraling to
heights of new passion, her thrashing filling the room as he worked her, played
her like Van Cliburn at the Steinway Grand Piano.

"Talk to me Steven....," she pleaded now, her hands with his on the buzzing
dildo as it sent shivers through her body. "You like when I talk dirty to you,
Ruthie?" he asked, almost mocking. "You like when I call you a whore and a
slut, hmmm? Well you are, you know, look at you. In a hotel bed with a man you
hardly know, your cum pouring out of your hot cunt, begging to be fucked.
What's happened to you, Ruthie, look at you, you're such a dirty girl, what
would your husband say if he could see you?" almost laughing now. He placed
both her hands on the whirring toy and placing it directly on her clit, ordered
her, "Keep this right here, bitch, I'll be right back." He kissed her belly and
bounded off the bed, heading for the bathroom. She heard him rummaging through
her make-up things as she struggled to keep the vibrator in place as he
ordered. He returned holding a small bottle of baby oil as he once again knelt
between her legs saying, "I think it's about time you had your first orgasm of
the night, Ruthie" and through half closed eyes she begged, "Yes, please...."

He drizzled the oil into her slit as she continued to try to hold the buzzing
toy on her clit, the hyper-sensitivity of her tiny bud making it difficult.
Steven then poured the oil on his right hand, coating it thoroughly. He placed
two fingers at the now yawning entrance of her cunt and slowly entered her. She
gasped at this intrusion. "Keep that vibrator on your clit, whore, or I'll
stop," he admonished her. He worked his two fingers slowly in and out of her,
enjoying her moaning, music to his ears. "My baby likes that, doesn't she? My
slut loves having a strange man's fingers up her fuck-hole?" he taunted her. He
now allowed a third finger to join the original pair as he forced her wider,
slowly, in and out, in and out. After a few minutes of this, he drizzled more
oil on his fingers as he fucked her and allowed a fourth finger to enter her,
his hand now a flat plane, moving in and out of her, her fully engorged lips
now surrounding his oily hand as he worked her, the buzzing of the vibrator a
counterpoint to the squishing sound of his hand raping her hole. "Look at you,
Ruthie, look at you. What a shameless slut you are, allowing a man to stick his
hand up your greasy pussy." Feeling she was ready now, he allowed his thumb to
join his other four fingers at her entrance. He slowly eased his entire hand
into her, an animal-like low groaning now escaping her mouth.

"That's it Ruthie, that's a good girl, take my whole hand, you need this so,
don't you baby?" he said to her as he slowly pushed into her until only his
wrist was visible. "What a good slut you are, you've taken my whole hand! Feel
good baby?" The only response to his question was more low moaning. He made his
hand into a fist in her birth canal as he spoke to her, "I'm going to fist-fuck
you now, Ruthie, and you're going to cum for me, isn't that right, bitch?" as
he started to piston his hand in and out of her. She dropped the vibrator and
grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to help, urging him deeper into her,
then slowly out, then slowly in, now faster. "You're going to cum for your
lover, isn't that right, Ruth? You're going to cum from your lover fucking your
cunt with his fist. What a bad girl you are!" he teased, pumping his fist
furiously in and out of her now. "Yes.... yes....," was all she could say.

Her small hands encircled his wrist, guiding his movements. His fisted hand
plunged deep within her, stopping just short of her womb. She guided its
withdrawal until it almost fully emerged and then plunged it back inside her,
her breath rushing from her lungs. He squeezed her breast with his other hand
as he slid his right in and out, in and out, harder, faster, harder, her
moaning urging him on. "I want you to cum for me, Ruthie. Don't you want to cum
for me sweetheart?" Harder, faster, harder....

"Now baby, for me, cum for me darling, NOW!" he ordered, his hand a blur, a
machine on fire, in and out with brutal force and speed. Ruthie's hips bucked
violently to meet his thrusts, her small hands gripping his arm as it
disappeared into her steamy depths. Her swollen lips formed a tight seal around
his wrist as she crested the edge of her passion. "Steven, I, I'm, I'm going
to, I'm, oh my God, Steven, I can't, I...." She was screaming now and never had
she screamed before, just one more sign of the new woman she was becoming, a
woman consumed by her needs, finally surrendering to who she really was, no
longer fighting, but rejoicing in herself.

He watched her eyes closely as the first spasm of her orgasm rippled through
her cat-like body like chain lightning on a hot summer night. "Oh my God, I'm
cumming...." she announced to her perfect stranger, the man she had chosen to
guide her to her new self. Steven continued to thrust his fist in and out of
her, but with more care now, as he monitored her ecstasy, himself consumed with
the need to make this moment perfect for his Ruth. She clutched her breasts now
as another spasm of her orgasm ripped through her, her toes curling, her skin
flushing with color. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my....," the intense feeling she
was having being sustained now by his fast strokes and words. "That's a good
girl, Ruthie, cum for me, honey, cum for your lover. What a good little slut
you are, you cum so good, don't you, baby. My baby loves to cum, doesn't she,
what a good whore you are, Ruthie, what a good little slut." His hand continued
to work in and out of her as she continued to climax, wave after wave of the
most intense pleasure coursing through her. She moaned uncontrollably now,
almost delirious with ecstasy "Oh, Steven, oh Steven, I, oh, I, never, oh my
God.... I can't, I...., so good, I love you so much, I want to...." As she slid
down the other side of her orgasm he slowed his hand, knowing that she would be
ultrasensitive now, but also knowing that in a minute he could take her right
back to where she just was and make his darling Ruthie cum again.

"You're such a good girl, Ruthie, you came so good for me," his hand still
buried deep within her. "You're such a shameless slut, Ruth, look at you," as
she reached to fondle his cock, bringing the pre-cum she found at the tip to
her mouth, her tongue savoring the drops. "I think my little girl wants to cum
again, doesn't she?" as he once again started to move his hand in and out of
her ravished vagina. "No, no.... I don't.... oh, oh...., Steven, I.... please,
I, oh...." Her meek protests fell on deaf ears as he grew intent on his work,
grabbing both her wrists in his left hand as she tried to stop him, her cunt
still overly sensitive from her rapture of just moments ago.

"Shhhh, Ruthie, let me make you cum again" as he pinned both her hands over her
head and started moving his right hand in and out of her once again, squish,
squish, squish. He released her hands and placed his left hand just above her
mound, helping her meet his thrusts, her now freed hands no longer wanting to
restrain him found her breasts and squeezed, bringing delight to his watching
eyes. "What a good little whore you are, Ruthie, my baby knows just what to do
doesn't she?" as he started to piston his hand in and out of her slimy hole,
faster, harder, faster. "You want to cum again for me, don't you? You're such a
slut, Ruthie. Come on, baby, cum for me, come on, you can do it." Her low
guttural moaning once again filled the room as she clutched her breasts, as her
lover fucked her hole with his hand once again, as she once again felt her
climax rushing onward.... harder, faster, harder, faster. 

His large body covered her small one, her arms stretched above her head, their
fingers intertwined. She was still breathing heavily from the force of her last
orgasm, tiny waves still pulsed through her. "You such a bad girl, Ruthie," he
breathed into her ear. "You came so good for me, for your lover Ruthie. You
have taken a lover now, Ruthie, how does that feel?" softly into her ear,
followed by tiny kisses to her flushed cheek. "How does it feel to be a slut, a
whore, Ruthie, hmmmm? My baby needed to cum so badly, didn't she, Ruthie?" She
arched her neck in response to his words and he sucked her there, his teeth
biting her as she wondered how she would explain the mark he would certainly
leave. He slowly worked his way down her neck, licking and biting, sucking and
kissing until his mouth found her nipple. He sucked the hard little bud between
his teeth and danced his tongue over its tip. When he finished with one he
turned his attention to the other, sucking and licking, biting her tender
breast. He went lower still and covered her belly with kisses, licked her
flesh, put his tongue in her belly button causing her to jump. He worked his
way back up again, slowly, very slowly, back to her swollen tits, back to her
neck, and then to her mouth where his tongue found hers and they kissed and
kissed, his rigid cock caught between them, thumping with lust on her stomach.

"Shhhhh, quiet .... rest my sweet lover," as his fingers pressed to her lips,
halting further talk from her. He intertwined his legs in hers and wrapped his
big arms around her, melting into her, urging Ruthie to become one with him. He
feels the dampness on his shoulder, she is crying. "No tears, my love," lifting
her chin, staring into her eyes.... "Steven, what have I done...." He brushes
the damp hair from her forehead. "Shhhhh, my darling, quiet. You have done
nothing wrong, I have done nothing wrong. You have finally allowed yourself to
become the lustful, passionate woman you have always secretly been. You deserve
that, Ruthie, you deserve to have these feelings. You have always given freely
of yourself, tonight is your turn, our turn. The night is still young and this
is only the beginning for us."

He kisses her lips gently, cradling her, her breasts crushed against his chest.
He slowly turns her over on her belly and gently traces his finger down her
spine, enjoying the goosebumps he is raising on her flesh. He covers her body
now completely with his, kissing the back of her neck, reaching around
underneath her to cup her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. He works his way
down her back, kissing and biting what seems to be every inch of her skin until
he reaches her ass. "God you have a magnificent ass, Ruthie," as he kneads the
soft globes with his hands, enjoying the feel of her. He bends and bites her
behind, not softly, and then kisses the slightly wounded spot like a mother
tending a hurt child. Spreading the cheeks apart he runs his tongue up and down
the crack, forcing soft moans from her lips. Grabbing her hips, he lifts,
forcing his Ruthie to her knees so that she is totally open for his pleasure,
their pleasure. He looks at her ravaged sex, the lips swollen still with her
lust, hanging open, an obscene and beautiful sight, the first flower of spring,
Ruthie's spring, her awakening, her rebirth as a women.

She was fully open to him now, on her knees, her head resting on folded arms,
on two pillows. He placed his hands at the front of her thighs to steady her.
He placed the tip of his tongue on her clit and slowly, very slowly,
agonizingly so, drew his tongue up her slit until he reached the entrance to
her fuck-hole. He paused there and slipped his tongue in and out, in and out.
He continued his upward movement now to the tiny area of skin between her
vagina and her rectum. He licked her there too, enjoying her shaking and soft
moans. Slowly, very slowly, he moved his tongue to her asshole, and rested it
on the puckered brown bud. Gripping her legs tighter now he eased into her ass,
the tip of his tongue forcing its way into the tight entrance. "My God, Steve,
what are you.... oh my, I, I, never.... Steven, stop...., oh my God, oh Steve,
oh...." Her insincere protests were music to his now deaf ears as he puckered
his lips and kissed her forbidden passageway with his lips, holding her legs
tightly as pleasure shot up her spine. And as suddenly as the intimate assault
began it stopped.

He bounded off the bed telling her, "You can sit up now, darling, I'll be right
back for you," as he turned the corner into the bathroom. Steven rummaged
through her make-up things until he found her bath oil. He went to the tub and
turned the taps, checking the temperature, he wanted it hot, but not too.
Pouring in the scented bath oil he watched the bubbles rise. Returning to his
Ruthie, he offered her his hand. "Come, baby, I need to bathe you, you've
become such a mess from your whoring around. I need you clean for the next step
in our adventure this night." She took his hand and they walked into the
bathroom. He shut the taps and helped her into the steaming, soapy tub, one
beautiful leg at a time.

When she was finally seated and covered with foam he put his hand behind her
head and brought her lips to his, kissing her deeply. Next he started to wash
her with a cloth, starting at her pedicured and painted toes, up her legs and
then to her private area. He turned her on her side so that he could reach all
of her, her ass and cunt, all she had that was now his too. When he was through
cleaning her there, he kneaded her incredible breasts with the soapy cloth,
drawing terry cloth circles around her excited nipples. He finished washing her
neck and got on his knees behind her, gently soaping her back and shoulders,
lingering there as she softly purred. Satisfied that this angel, this gift to
his wounded heart, was clean for him, he stood and spoke. "Oh, Ruthie, you look
so beautiful covered in bubbles like this. You know, while I was searching your
luggage before for your toy, I noticed a white paper bag from Lord and Taylor
and not wanting to pry, didn't open it. But enough of the satin peaked through
that I think I know what was inside, you naughty thing you. I would love to see
you in it. I'm going down to my car to get my bag. Why don't you take this time
to dry off, have some of the wine, fix your make-up and get dressed for me,
I'll see you in a half hour or so, sweetheart." He bent and kissed her
forehead, turned, put on his pants and jacket and left her, in the tub, very,
wet.

Later....

Steven stood over her holding one of the many rubber dildos from the bag. It
was twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist. Flesh colored and
surprisingly lifelike she thought, it even had veins molded into it! She found
it hard to control herself again, that new wanton feeling making her caress
herself through the satin. She found herself writhing on the bed while he
watched her, her hands now smoothing the black satin on her belly, her hips and
now the nylon on her thighs. Steven watched this display, all part of the
sexual awakening of this 55 year old woman, wife, mother, executive and in the
past few hours, slut and whore.

Ruthie spread her legs as her fingers found her clit and her eyes caught his.
"You like to watch me play, don't you lover?" she questioned him, once again
surprising herself with her new found boldness. Her fingers dipped into her and
she withdrew them, holding them up for his inspection. "Look what you do to me,
Steven. Look how wet I am for you baby, look how wet your whore is." She found
she loved talking like this, a new freedom she was finding now, enjoying every
moment of her liberation. He grabbed her hand and placed it in his mouth,
tasting her musk once again. "Show me how my slut sucks cock, Ruthie, show me,"
he said, now placing the rubber penis at her lips, parting her mouth with its
massive head. "Suck, Ruth, show me what a good cocksucker you are, baby," as he
held it for her, slowly inserting it into her mouth, the head disappearing now
as she eagerly complied with his orders. "That's a good girl. What a good
little cocksucker you are, Ruthie, aren't you?" her head bobbed a "yes" in
reply as her painted lips formed an "O" around the rubber phallus. She then
placed both her tiny hands on the massive plaything, and he relinquished
control to her, his heart once again happy that she was so instinctive at his
games, she always seemed to know what to do without prompting.

She greedily sucked on the giant organ as he watched, making every effort to
pleasure the unfeeling penis. He took this chance to once again remove his
clothes, all the time watching her, excited at this wanton display. He stood
alongside the bed now, staring down at her closed eyes as she continued to suck
the monster. He had his hard manhood in his hand now and was pumping it,
enjoying every moment of the show she was giving him. "Look how my little slut
handles that big cock! What a good cocksucker you are Ruthie! Why if I didn't
know any better, I would think you've sucked hundreds of cocks, let lots of men
pour their hot cum down your throat, isn't that right, Ruthie?" Those dirty,
filthy words again, they drove her insane with lust and he knew it. She opened
her eyes as she worked the dildo in and out of her mouth, saw his cock in his
hand just inches from her face, and moaned as the reality of this moment struck
her. Here she was in a hotel bed, wearing a black satin nightgown, black nylons
and heels, sucking on a rubber penis, while a man she didn't know just hours
ago watched her and masturbated in front of her. Oh, Ruthie!

"Oh baby.... please.... you belong inside of me, you know that, Steven....
please...." He placed the rubber cock back in her hungry mouth, stifling her
pleading. "You want this don't you, bitch? My whore wants a flesh and blood
dick in her mouth, not a rubber one, isn't that right, Ruthie?" As he teased
her with the sight of it, just inches from her wide eyes, her cheeks stretched
over the massive dildo, sucking. "I'll let you have this on one condition. I
want to see you fuck yourself with that big rubber cock, slutgirl. I want to
see its whole length shoved up your hot little hole," he hissed at her, his
hand working the flesh of his swollen manhood. "When that thing disappears
inside of you, that's when you get this in your mouth." He walked to the foot
of the bed and positioned the chair there, the better to watch the wanton
display he knew she was about to provide. And she was quite a sight. The black
satin pulled up beyond her hips, her tits spilling from it, her black nyloned
legs spread in a lascivious manner, still in her high-heels, her slit
glistening with her arousal, the puffy lips beckoning in an obscene manner, and
both hands holding a twelve inch rubber cock in her mouth as she continued to
suck it, moving it in and out, covering it with her spittle, because she knew
that it would have to be thoroughly wetted for the next scene.

He watched as she forced the first inch of the rubber cock into her body. Legs
wide apart, both tiny hands gripping the monstrous toy, tears of passion and
lust escaping from her eyes. "That's it baby, you can do it, fuck yourself for
me!" he urged her on, the delightfully obscene sight before him a special joy.
Ruthie slowly eased the dildo past her swollen lips, the head now firmly placed
in the entrance to her center. She pushed harder now, wanting it, needing to be
filled again. "Oh, Steven, I can't.... I, don't make me.... Oh, please.... oh,
my God.... "As the bulbous head now disappeared within her a bolt of pleasure
shot through her, forcing her to raise her hips to meet this violation. "
That's it baby, take it, take that cock you slut. My baby needs a good fucking
doesn't she, she's such a bad girl," his words again, exciting her, she loved
the words. "Yes, Steven, I'm a bad girl, I'm your bad girl.... oh, oh, I
can't.... oh my God, Steven, I...." as another inch entered her.

She withdrew the lifeless organ a drop and then eased it back in, giving
herself pleasure, now suddenly drunk with the idea of this thing between her
legs. Slowly another inch, and then one more. She withdrew it again then
plunged it back in, enjoying the new sensations. "Oh, Ruthie, you can't believe
how hot you look, fucking your cunt like that, you're such a shameless whore,
Ruthie, you love it so!" he exclaimed and he was right she thought, she loved
this, she loved putting on a display like this for a man, this man, he took
such pleasure in her sexuality. And she loved these feelings, as another inch
of flesh colored rubber entered her, sending another spasm of pleasure up her
legs and through her body.

It was half buried in her now and she was establishing a rhythm. First ease it
out, then ease it back in, a little further each time. Her eyes were locked on
his face as she continued to rape herself, she loved watching him watch her.
"That's it, Ruthie, take the whole thing in your slimy fuck-hole, that's a good
girl. What a good girl my Ruthie is, fucking her hot hole for a stranger in a
hotel room, what a very good girl you are, darling!" the words again
underlining the reality of what she was doing, making her hotter still. Yes,
that's exactly what this wife, mother, executive was doing, fucking her cunt
with a huge dildo, dressed like a harlot, writhing on a sweaty hotel bed, under
the gaze of someone she had never known before, and loving every precious
second. Another inch entered her. "Good girl, Ruthie."

He watched her crawl to him, on all fours, like an alley cat in heat, her ass
jutting lasciviously in the air. She wanted him to command her, take the
responsibility for what was happening from her. If she was ordered to do this
then it wouldn't be her fault, no matter how much she craved it, to become the
wanton woman of her fevered dreams. "Crawl to me, darling. That's it, what a
good slut you are, Ruthie, your husband would be so proud of you, acting like
the good little mistress." The words burned her ears and made her heart race
even more. God, her husband! What was she doing? And yet she couldn't stop this
anymore than she could stop breathing air, she was driven, compelled by lust,
what was happening to her?

"Look at you, Ruthie, crawling for the cock you want, you need. This is it,
isn't it, this is what my whore wants?" as he gripped his swollen rod at its
base, wagging it at her eyes. She licked her lips in reply. She was between his
big legs now, and she began to rise.... "I didn't say you could get up, remain
there, on all fours, I like to look at your ass." Her face just inches now from
his fist working his meat, she raised her eyes to gaze on it. "You want this,
don't you bitch? Ruthie wants to suck some cock, she's such an eager little
whore, and needs her cock!" he asked in a mocking tone. "Steven, I, yes,
I....," her voice trembling with fear and desire, though knowing he was
playing, the reality of her situation was almost too much to bear. "Beg for it,
bitch, tell me how much you need to suck my dick," he continued. "Oh, Steven,
don't make me, I, I, can't, I....," she moaned, her eyes riveted on his
manhood, the tip glistening, beckoning her. "Beg, slut! Come on, you dirty
little whore. You want this cock down your hot throat, don't you, Ruthie, you
know you want it," he demanded. "Yes, please, Steve, yes, I need, oh my, I need
your.... cock, yes, I need to suck you, please let me," her voice cracking with
passion. "Have you been a good whore, Ruthie?" mocking her again, playing.
"Yes, Steven, I've been very good tonight."