25 comments/ 288209 views/ 44 favorites Kristin's Fall By: natalie_undie She could tell he was a big guy: muscular, tall and strong. Yet he was aged well into his mid 40s, and ugly. A big middle aged ugly guy with money, someone who would treat women as some sort of his fuck toy, Kristin thought. He was not a good guy for sure, Kristin could instinctively sense. And she felt as though she met him before somewhere. His face was somewhat, vaguely familiar. There was no way she would have known him previously though. So Kristin dismissed the thought. Yet when she first met the couple her husband brought home as dinner guests she could sense there was something immoral and pervert air about them. She still greeted them with smile and welcoming gesture. Her initial instinct can rest for now, she thought. They were Bob's important guests, and she will do her best to accommodate them while their visit. They were Bob's new boss after all. Ron and Laura were their names when introduced. Ron, however, from the very first moment of their initial eye contact was emanating a naked desire of lust on Kristin as if he was literally stripping her dress off on the spot. It was a base yet quite a bold and, to a degree, steamy gesture. 'What a fucking pervert,' as Kristin led them to the living room she could not help the thought ... but with a blush. She knew his type of guys from her college years and on. Beastly and strong, especially in bed. Her mind flashed back to her college dorm room scene instantly where her old roommate Natalie brought this big guy from a club she went out to that night. Kristin could not understand what possessed Natalie who was already dating someone like Sean, who was a handsome smart guy, to bring over to the her room this big ugly guy. But they were completely blinded and overtaken by their lust. And he fucked her ... god, he really fucked her. Even though Kristin acted as though she was fast asleep, she was paying attention on every bit of what was going on over at Natalie's side. That forceful wet pounding noise, that unbelievably infuriating pace of ins and outs, and Natalie's sluttish moans and screams, which lasted over 3 hours straight. That night, Kristin touched herself to orgasm, as well. As the flash images from the past swept through her mind, she realized that her thong was instantly getting wet. Her body was saying something entirely different than what she was thinking. Her body just like that night in a dorm room was enjoying this. It startled her. As soon as she set them down, she excused herself to her bedroom, got herself a new pair of thong, and took the wet pair off. As she was pulling them down, she saw how wet the bottom portion of her thong was. And as she attempted to wipe down her labia lips, her fingers discovered how drenching her pussy initially had gotten ... and her finger's gentle touch was already sending out thrill all over her body, making her pussy getting even wetter. Averted by her body's own reaction, she hurriedly wiped down as much as she could, put on her new pair of thong and came out to the living room. The only set of eyes looking at Kristin was again the guest husband's as if he knew exactly what happened in her bedroom. Bob and the guest wife was actively engaged in a conversation. The wife momentarily looked at Kristin and her husband and resumed back her attention to Bob. Kristin for some weird reasons could sense a slight grin on her face. Something definitely was not right. But she dismissed it promptly as she walked toward the kitchen for the dinner preparation. Kristin was one of those young, model housewife. 27 year old, pretty face with a slender physique, natural long blond hair, intelligent yet obedient and supportive for Bob, her husband of 3 years. Loyal to her husband, not even eyeing on anybody around, and also religious by attending regular church services weekly. The only thing missing from this happy house of a perfect wife was a child. But that has been a choice of Kristin and Bob. They wanted to settle and prepare the best for their kids. So Kristin has been taking contraceptive pills consistently. Growing up in a conservative family background, this was very unlike her that she would take pills to prevent pregnancy. But since Bob never liked using condom, and neither wanted to go through a permanent surgery as of yet, taking pills was the only choice left for Kristin. But she thought it was agreeable yield. She would be all right yielding this little bit. And every thing after that seemed just going along fine. To their otherwise normal life, however, a change has occurred unexpectedly. Bob was laid out from his work one Monday morning when he showed up as usual and unaware. He was a part of the mid-management of this medium size advertising firm. There was a project he was leading with his team for this particular client, aiming to expand its turf in this particular market. It was not quite a smooth sail from the very beginning. There were some major timing errors and insufficient database research, and it led to a significant shortcoming on the 1st quarter goal insisted by the client. But everyone including Bob in the team thought it would be manageable and remained hopeful for the next quarter. And that Monday was the very first day for that new quarter. What happened the Friday before was the president of Bob's firm received a unilateral notification from the president of Bob's client that he would drop the whole deal. No conditions. And during the weekend, an emergency executive meeting by the top managers of Bob's firm decided that they would let Bob and his entire team go. An easy fiscal financial and spreadsheet management. Drop inefficient workers, and their salaries, benefits and compensations would be added to the book. And the firm's accounting book would still manage a good look before its investors even after a major deal like this fell out. So Bob must go. And this was a major hit to Bob who was returning to his office after spending a usual happy weekend, uneventful weekend with Kristin at home. And a degrading one, as well. He was literally escorted to his desk, being watched while he was putting his personal belongings in his cardboard box, and escorted out to the front door by the security desk. That night as listening to Bob's story of the day, Kristin did her best to assuage her pride sacked and dispirited husband's ego by verbally encouraging him and loyally sucking his cock, kneeling in front of him. He wanted to cum in her mouth, but that Kristin would not allow. Instead she allowed something she hasn't allowed until then: Kristin let Bob cum on her chest. It was a small yield, but for the time, Bob was happy, and she was happy to see him happy. Sexually, Kristin was very healthy and active in bed with her husband. But that's about it. Their sex life was just usual. The same routine, and the same pattern. Kristin found herself discreetly getting curious about some other options... but she was not brave enough even to maintain the thought to herself without blushing, and Bob was not sensitive, creative or assertive enough to introduce something new to their bed. Bob would from time to time suggest something, but as soon as Kristin shows any sign of reluctance or initial refusal (though they were coming from her conservative background and shyness she possess about sexuality), he just took her word as a final verdict and never would bring it back again. To a degree, it was quite disappointing to Kristin that her husband could be so not manly. So whenever Bob reached his peak, squirt his pee amount of cum in her pussy, and fall asleep, Kristin had to take the matter to her hand and her imagination. It was a discreet thing. But eventually, Kristin found herself looking through erotic sites on the Internet and stocking herself a good collection of erotic movies, not porn... but any movie that contains a passionate lovemaking scene in it. One day, she finally, and very discreetly, mail-ordered vibrating dildo with sets of rotating rings attached around its long, dark shaft. And that afternoon, for the first time in her life, she was reaching multiple layers of orgasm, making noises she never knew she could create, escaping through her tensioned tilted throat and ecstatically opened mouth. And ever since that afternoon, Bob was not at all satisfactory for her. She was merely accommodating Bob's needs. But that was all. And it has been going on for over two years as Kristin faithfully went back to her hidden toy every afternoon while sitting in front of the computer screen with erotic stories and pictures. The most recent activity Kristin was getting into was a chatting over the internet. There was a chatting room in one of the erotic sites she was frequent, and after a while her curiosity finally moved her finger to click on one of the rooms. And then one on one conversation with a faceless random guy... about sex. It was an outrageous thing to do for her. But again, she was getting accustomed to it very quickly. When the man she has been talking dirty with finally suggested cyber sex, and mentioned the details, except for responding and following a certain set of acts demanded by him, using her toy and climaxing at the pictures and explicit description of what he would be doing to her was not that different than her solo act. In fact, it was even better. From that day on, she became quite enamored with this man and the chat. Eventually, she posted her picture, a small one. Not quite recognizable if anyone would see her outside. And put a brief profile of herself on site at the man's request. He was masterful in his words and imaginations. And he was very controlling ... it just clicked with what Kristin was being deprived of at the time, and brought her over to ecstasy every time. Soon, a request of her wearing something very sexy, and then showing her private parts through webcam came through. She hesitated and denied it for a while. But the man was insistent. Very unlike Bob. He told her to shave her pussy completely and get on cam. One afternoon, she finally obeyed it. She called him on the phone punching in codes to block her number and got on the cam at the same time, wearing nothing but a skimpy thong and a pair of thigh highs she was told to put on by the man and her toy by her side. She tilted the camera down angle, lifted her legs to plant her feet spread on each side of computer screen, her thong pulled down to her knees, and at the man's order began ravaging her pussy with the toy, while her eyes fixated on a huge size of this man's cock, erect, hard, amazingly long and thick...and his big hand running up and down the vein protruded shaft. It felt like a cheating. But it was a cyber ... she didn't 'actually' do anything with him. Again, it seemed harmless. It was harmless. That night Bob didn't even notice that she was shaven down there. Kristin didn't bother of it either. She was content. And she would resume her pleasure with the man again. It was after all only the internet. In the meantime, Bob's quest for new job was not going well. As each day passed by, and a month and into the second month, things were getting expensive. Kristin had to ask her parents for a significant amount of money to compensate what Bob could not bring in, their saving of three months emergency fund was depleting to the bottom, yet all the payments remained the same. It was about time he had to get something done. His frustration was reaching a dangerously high level, and Bob began to pour that out on Kristin. For the first time in 3 years of their marriage, Bob and Kristin got into a huge argument. They slept in a separate room. Bob in the bedroom... Kristin chose to stay up in the study, using the computer, getting on the internet ... and eventually the site again. It was her first time logging into that site in late night. She was surprised to see so many people on it, and the site bustling with busy activities. And soon after she signed on, she received a message from the man. As they talked, Kristin expressed her frustration and began telling the man what had happened that evening between Bob and her. The man was a sympathetic listener. He waited until Kristin completely vented herself out, asking a few harmless questions ... about where she lives, what Bob is looking for, etc. All in the context of her issue of the night, everything seemed quite natural. Then the man asked whether she was alone. When Kristin replied that she was in the room, he asked her to lock the door. A weird feeling was overcoming Kristin instantly. She knew what he was asking for. Normally she would not do this. Normally she would not even be on this site at this time of night. But tonight was not normal night... and she gave herself a little excuse: it's Bob's fault. She asked the man to hold on a second, tiptoed to her bedroom to check Bob was sleeping. He was fast asleep, snoring. He had a long day looking for job, was worn out completely. Kristin closed the door, walked back to the study, locked the study door, came back to the computer, turned the cam on and dialed the man's number. Everything was done smoothly as if she planned it ahead. The man told her to show her face. It was the first time... but she braved herself. The man's face was not quite visible due to his lighting, but he seemed very attractive and manly by the figure. He complemented Kristin's beauty excessively... Kristin never received such an elaborate compliment on her physical beauty before. She was flattered and her mood was getting better. She was wearing a beige color negligee ... but soon she was completely naked in front of the man. He told her to turn around and get on the chair, expose her ass toward him. Again, it was Kristin's first time doing that to a man. Her pussy was literally oozing juice out and dripping. As her mouth muffling on the upper edge of leather chair she was on, barely able to breathe properly into the phone, listening to the man's lustful orders, her other hand was between her legs... rubbing and fingering her dripping wet pussy, she was panting hours on the phone in a complete orgasmic ecstasy until she could not rub no more. It was absolutely a mind-blowing cybersex joined with a phone sex. Never before was she exposed that completely, that nakedly and that lustfully. Never before was she told, ordered and controlled by any man, and never before was she whispered in her ears the contents so provocative, lustful, erotic, even to the level of nasty and dirty. Her imaginations were entirely captivated by this man's words and voice, and her body was instinctively responding to his lead for it knew it would reach an ultimate pleasure at the end. There was a moral issue in her mind, she was struggling with at every initial stage of talking to him. But her body so powerfully betrayed her mind's guilt at an undeniably attractive price it offered, Kristin within less than 30 minutes became a slave of her body's pursuit of pleasure, and being lost in the storms of seemingly never ending orgasms in her mind. He made her talk dirty, spitting out some of the words she never even dreamed of putting on her lips. He even went further to make her talk down on her husband in comparison to the man himself. Kristin hesitated a moment. But the evening's argument surfaced in her mind, and she soon complied to the man's demands. She began to demean the size of Bob's penis, Bob's stamina, Bob's sexual skill... even Bob's manliness. As those unlikely confessions were escaping out of her mouth, confessing the man's superiority over her husband to pleasure and satisfy her body's insatiable needs, Kristin all of the sudden entered into a whole new realm of lust. It was a pleasure zone she could reach only when she was committing something forbidden. It was a different kind of pleasure. A guilt-trodden, heart-pounding, adrenalin-rushing, criminally-insane lustful pleasure. A pleasure of cheating housewife, swingers, and one night stand with complete strangers. She could hear her hoarse moaning herself, being lacily fashioned in a sluttish and whorish manner, her nipples were achingly erect, her belly creating a crazy sensation, her face heated up red, her back was completely arched, exposing the raw naked ness of her shaven pussy and tight ass, her fingers were shoving two of her slender fingers vigorously in her pussy, and again her voice was getting louder and louder, forgetting momentarily that her husband is asleep not too far away. But for now, Kristin was not too concerned of Bob. The pleasure she was just introduced through her body was so powerfully tremendous she could quite careless even if Bob himself walked into the room to witness her in such a degrading state. The most base and dirty type of pleasure had completely overtaken her body, senses, and judgment. And she just loved it. Kristin knew she no longer was the same person, and that nothing would be ever the same again. When that lustful storm of her mind and body was finally eased down, and her better senses returned to her, she hurriedly said good bye to the man, and put her nightie back up. She unlocked the study door noiselessly and walked as fast as she could without making any noise on the floor. Then she peaked through the crack of the door as she opened her bedroom door ever so carefully. A sigh of relief. Bob was still gone ... fast. He completely took over the bed, laying diagonally with one of his hairy legs exposed out of the sheet. Kristin sneered at it. You have no idea, she thought as she closed the door behind. This time she was not walking carefully. She did not care if Bob could hear her footsteps. Kristin was just tired. She wanted to sleep. The next morning, when she woke up, Bob was already gone, she could sense. She overslept. It was already 10:30. But it was a good sleep. She felt refreshed. And as her body was awakening, she realized her pussy was already tingling. Kristin began squirming a little... and then started to rub against the fine linen between her legs. The sensations and images from the night before were returning back to her mind, and her body began responding to them. The slightly coarse sensation of clean fabric of linen began creating a wonderful sense of friction on her shaven clit, and in no time, Kristin was moaning, again, like a slut whore. Kristin realized that once she learned there was no other way of moaning and screaming except like a slut. A slut. That she had become. A woman whose actions and judgments are dictated by her body's lustful desires and pleasures no matter how immoral, forbidden, untraditional, nasty and dirty they are. She walked out of the guest room into the kitchen to grab something to eat. There was a little note on the table from Bob, saying, I am sorry. She felt bad instantly. Except for sex, Bob was a wonderful husband and her best friend. They could talk forever on any subject, and being with him is always a pleasant experience for her. For the last 3 years, he never disappointed her in anything else. His performance in bed was normal and she could forgive and tolerate his lack of sensitivity and skills. No one was perfect. As Kristin was eating her toast sitting down by the kitchen table, she was thinking hard how to resolve the current dilemma. She knew Bob would not be happy until he found a good job again. The whole argument last night was about it. Kristin even suggested that she would go out and get herself a job. Bob was adamantly against it. He wanted Kristin to stay home and take care of house chores. He wanted his wife to be a good housewife even at this difficult circumstance. So be it, then, Kristin thought to herself. There is nothing I could at this point except for wishing a luck for Bob. Around 2 p.m. while Kristin was busying herself cleaning the house, she received a call from Bob. His voice was excited and vibrant with energy. Kristin hasn't heard this sort of Bob's voice for the last 2 months. She knew something good happened. Bob said he coincidentally ran into this man while he was waiting for an interview at a certain advertising firm in the city. They talked, and the man liked Bob. He offered a position in his firm which was a better one on the other side of the city even nearer home to commute. And the man also suggested whether he could come and visit Bob's because he and his wife like to get to know Bob and his wife. So Bob was asking whether Kristin could prepare for a dinner for 4. Kristin welcomed the news happily though a little bit puzzled. It sounded somewhat overly kind. She sensed there could be something else in this... but after 2 months of running down their money without income, Kristin was not in a position to be too picky, she thought. And then the whole afternoon until 6 o'clock dinner time, she busied herself, doing a quick shopping to get some grocery, preparing, cooking, decorating, etc. So when Bob and his guests showed up at the door, everything was ready to go. After all, Kristin still was a good housewife, and she knew her job and role very well. Kristin's Fall So when she greeted the couple at the door, she was eager to please and make them feel fully welcomed into her house. But that's when her instinct kicked in. As soon as she saw the guy who is described as Bob's boss, there was something that she sensed that made her body respond in a way that made her uneasy. She knew this body reaction. This reaction should not be kicking in at accepting dinner guests. But it was there anyway. She really knew what her body was doing. Her body was getting aroused to the same degree it was on the last night before the man. And Kristin was trying really hard to put a rein on this reaction. Her new pair of thong was again getting wet. Ron was still looking at her every move intently and lustfully. And Kristin's insensitive husband, Bob, was so eager to please his guests, he was not paying attention to what his new boss was doing with his eyes on his wife. And Laura kept on tuning Bob's attention to her almost monopolizing. Again, Kristin could sense a slight sneer on Laura's face. She was not at all into what Bob was excitedly elaborating. She was into how her husband was looking at a young beautiful housewife of a naïve idiot who does not even know what he was about to lose, well more likely give up, eventually. As Kristin laid plates and glasses on the dinner table, she could no longer avoid this obvious, bold, lustful stare of Ron and began staring back at him. His stare was very dominating... and Kristin's stare back became more and more submissive. Ron was already dominating Kristin, placing her in an inferior position to him. At her mind's utter repulsion, Kristin somehow managed to leak a shy, conceding smile back at him. And the boss nodded at her smile with satisfying grin on his face as if he already knew he conquered her. Kristin felt the heat on her face, blushing with shame and lust at the same time. And her pussy was drenching her skimpy lacy thong she had on. At the moment, Ron got up and told his wife and Bob that he would go up to Kristin and help her setting up the table. As Bob was trying to stop his boss, Laura put her hand gently on Bob's shoulder, saying that her husband is always a gentleman like that at home so let him be. And she began asking some new questions to Bob, which in no time captured Bob's attention again. Laura's eyes were giving her husband to a go sign. Kristin was looking the whole thing unfolded as she stood there dumbfound. Ron walked up to the kitchen, which was some distance away from the living room, leaking that triumphant smile on his face. The kitchen was set at the far side of the house, and there was a dining room space between the kitchen and the living room. You could see the whole view of living room but from the living room, you cannot really see the kitchen side. Kristin was dressed up in a black mini one piece that she only wore on a special occasion. Under the dress, she wore thigh highs. She thought walking around bare feet in the house when guests were in was rude. That created a very sexy figure on her. Her tits were protruding out showing off her cleavage as her dress tied around her neck. Her back was exposed. And the side slit on her dress slightly hinted the lacy top band of her thigh highs. Her blond hair was done up fashionably. Kristin was impeccably sexy, and Ron was not about let his eyes wander around other places than her slender figure especially when he got this close up to her after eyeing her for long time. When he came closer, Ron positioned himself behind Kristin. He leaned over to her side, whispered in her ear, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight ... are you always this hot, slut? Kristin could not believe what she was hearing. She was never in her life called a slut until now. His lips were ever so slightly touching her earlobe as his hand ran down gently on her bare back all the way down to the small of her back. Kristin blushed by the sensations of this combination. Her face completely blushed, she turned her face slightly toward the boss, and barely breathed out, yes, with a nod and another submissive smile on her face. And the boss said still whispering in her ear, you are very welcome. I have never met a sexier young lady like you. And as he said that, his hand that was gravitating around the small of her back slid down over her dress to her round ass. Kristin squirmed and fidgeted a little bit at that surprise move. But she stayed in place so that Ron could fully feel her ass as he pleased. Again, she spilled her submissive smile ... ever so cheaply. His hand was squeezing, rubbing her ass like a little toy and then following the inner edge of her crack, it was streaming down into her gorge. He commented: very nice. And you are being very good girl now. Kristin's breathing was becoming slightly ragged. Then he turned Kristin around to face him. He led her hand to a huge bulge on his pants. Kristin could not believe the size of bulge he hand was placed on. Her eyes were fixated on Ron's with a shock and awe. Then she felt Ron's big hand fondling over her breasts, by sliding her dress to the side, an easy access given the nature of the dress, exposing her gorgeous tits. Ron pinched and rubbed her erect pink nipples and supple round breasts. And then he brought his mouth on one, licking and sucking. God, Kristin though, he knows what he is doing. The sensation was amazing. And soon, she felt his hand rubbing up her inner thighs... finding the bottom of her drenching thong, sliding it aside in an expert manner, and rubbing her clit. Kristin's head was spinning. She knew she was losing, and she also knew, in this manner, Bob would lose her, as well. Her guilt, sense and moral was swept away in a forceful whirlwind of pleasure in her mind, adding more spice to what she was enjoy already so much. Ron unzipped his pants, and promptly brought out his huge cock. Kristin was quite surprised by Ron's boldness. It was at least over 9 inches for sure, and about over 2 inches thick. This was even bigger than her toy vibrator dildo. It was erect and looked very strong with veins protruding on the side of its shaft. Then she felt a little nudge on her shoulder by Ron's hand, pushing her down. She knew what he was asking. She already had practices all this over and over again for the last one month with the man on the internet. She went down to her knees. Laura's giggles and Bob's laughter were echoing through the house as some sort of a distant music. As she looked up at Ron, he tabbed his cock head on Kristin's luscious, lip glossed lower lip, urging her to open her mouth. Kristin opened her mouth as much as she could as she was accommodating Ron's cock in her mouth. She had to extend her jaw all the way down to open her small pretty mouth, to wrap around Ron's monstrous thickness. And she felt Ron grabbing her hair and push her face toward the base of Ron's cock. He was determined to put the entire shaft in her mouth, down her throat, she sensed. His cock tasted a little salty and funky, but soon she was enjoying the sensation of a hard cock in her mouth. Ron was soon adding speed and force into it. Kristin began gagging as Ron began fucking her mouth brutally. And about 5 minutes, he shot his cum in Kristin's mouth, still pumping, telling her: swallow, slut. Swallow all. Kristin never had anyone cumming in her mouth, let alone making her to swallow. But as her mouth completely extended and his cock completely filling her mouth without much room left within, Kristin had no choice but swallowing Ron's cum down her throat involuntarily. She could hear her mouth making a guggling sound and her throat gulping. Ron cum so much in her mouth, though a significant amount of his cum went down Kristin's throat, white semen drooled out through the corner of her lips, down her jaw, dripping down on her bare chest. Ron looked at Kristin down with a satisfying sneer. Then he raise his hand and slapped Kristin's cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to leave an instant red mark on her face. Kristin was startled beyond any measure. A slap on her face? She could not believe it. Ron pulled her hair, tilting her head back up, pulling his cock out from Kristin's still cum glazed mouth and tongue said sternly: I told you to swallow all, bitch. Now, Kristin realized what she did wrong. Her face red and her eyes even more submissive and intimidated. Now, suck my cock clean, slut, Ron told her, pushing his cock again in Kristin's wantonly opened mouth. Kristin was not about to make another mistake. This time she sucked his cock loyally, until all the cum was clean wiped from his cock and swallowed every tad bit of it. Then it was the time the dinner had to be served. Ron walked toward the salad bowl and placed them on the table. He asked Kristin to call the other two "love birds" to come to join them at the table. Kristin waking up to her senses, promptly complied to that. She fixed her hair quick and wiped her mouth. Her voice was a little bit shaky as she called out Bob to come to the table. Again, her husband missed all the signs and clues. In fact, Laura so naturally had crossed her arm, rubbing her breast slightly on Bob's arm. Kristin saw it. Kristin also saw Bob was enjoying it, letting it happened. The dinner went on smoothly. Except for Kristin. She felt the Ron's feet rubbing up and down on her slender calves. And he gave a little stare making Kristin to stay put. She complied to it. The dinner conversations were dominated by Bob and Laura, with Ron jumping in from time to time. Kristin was nodding and smiling all along. Her entire attention and focus were on the Ron's foot flirting with hers. And soon, she found herself flirting back to his foot, by moving and responding to its move, using her ankle and toes. She felt the arousing level of her body went beyond the danger line a long time ago. She began to wonder how far this would go on. After the dinner was over, Kristin brought out wine and wine glasses. They all cheered at Bob's new position in the firm, congratulating his new job. And then Kristin saw Ron signaling his wife with his eyes, and Laura acknowledging his sign. Then ever so smoothly and naturally, Laura asked whether there were any pharmacy nearby. She said she forgot to bring with her an indigestion medication, mentioning she would just drive out, get them "herself" (accentuating) and come back in no time. Bob, being a faithful corporate dog for so long, would not have miss this golden chance to kiss her ass even more. Of course, Bob volunteered to go with Laura because he was afraid she would get lost out there. She declined twice ... but at the third time, she accepted Bob's offer. Kristin could see how well rehearsed and practiced this whole thing was. And soon, Bob and Laura left the house leaving Kristin and Ron alone. Laura turned around as she was walking out after Bob ran out to get the vehicle going and said, I will be back soon. And she winked at him with a little grin. Kristin knew what was coming next as soon as that front door closed and the noise of vehicle was disappearing. Ron came up to her, grabbed her hair and began kissing her. She wanted to push him away, but he was very strong. And he knew how to kiss. As his tongue was all over in her mouth, his chest pressing down on her breasts, one of his arm was tightly wrapped around her slender waist, while the other hand was busy pulling up her already short skirt. All the while, Kristin's arms were helplessly attempting to stop his hand. His hand without much effort managed to come between Kristin's legs finally, discovering her still drenching wet twat. He stopped kissing and grinned as Kristin's ragged breathing was coming at the edge of her heaving chest. You know what to do now, bitch, he said. Kristin barely managed to say, no ... we can..we can't do this. But her body was again betraying her. She was already grinding on his hand providing a skilled technique on her clitoris and pussy. Already moaning was escaping out of her mouth as he intensified his touch down there. Then all of the sudden he grabbed her wrist, pulled to the master bedroom. Oh, no, Kristin instantly begged. Not there, please... not there. Anywhere else but there. Her plea was readily ignored by Ron. As soon as he dragged her in the master bedroom, he pushed her against the wall, and began stripping her down. Her dress slipped away, flowing downward to her feet, exposing her bare body only clad with a tiny black lacy thong, barely covering the front part of her shaved pussy and sheer black thigh highs with lacy top bands. Then Ron grabbed Kristin by hair pulled toward the bed, Kristin again begged, please... not here. Again, her plea was ignored as she was abruptly pushed backward on the plush bed of her 3 years of marriage's love nest, where she and Bob only shared their intimate moments. Kristin's mind was swirling again with all kinds of guilt and feelings she could not comprehend immediately. But whatever it was, her body was tout with an aching sense of pleasure by all this. As Ron pulling her thong out, spreading her legs apart, exposing her bare pinky pussy lips, moist, drenched and glistening under a dim bedroom light, Kristin felt her pussy was oozing out a hot, sticky liquid as her each squirm. Too late, she thought. It's too late now. It was a quite a view from Ron's perspective. This was the woman he wanted to fuck from the very moment he saw her on the internet. He hired a private investigator to get a thorough information about her. Her address, her daily schedule, her shopping habit, her husband's work and schedule ... just every single detail about her, even about her sex life. He knew this woman was sexually deprived. And he used all that knowledge to get to her, work her mind, and manipulate her senses. Kristin fell to it. And when he found out about her husband's plight with his employment and all, Ron finally decided to make a bold move. He discussed the whole thing with his wife, Laura, with whom he has been swingers for a long time. Laura had no objection. In fact, she found it very tantalizing and exciting to fuck Kristin's brain over like that. There definitely something quite sizzling and lustful about stealing someone's wife behind his back. So when Ron and Laura showed up, their sole purpose of visiting Bob's house was to make Kristin Ron's fuck toy for the night. And there she was. Kristin was lying down on her bed, manipulated beyond her control by a type of lust she never knew before, ready and plum to be used by Ron for his ultimate pleasure. All Ron needed to do was to fuck her brains out and fill her up with his cum, claiming Kristin as his from now on. Ron knew once Kristin tasted his cock's wonder, she would never be able to go back to Bob. Ron got to work already. He undressed himself quickly, exposing his hard muscular body with a hugely endowed manhood protruding out. He lifted Kristin's slender legs up and spread, exposing her pussy even more, and then aligned his cock head on her pussy entrance, slightly nudging in its head part. Though her pussy was drenching wet with slimy and sticky liquid, it was still quite tight. Nice, Ron thought. A natural slut whore. As he pushed a little further, spreading Kristin's pussy to its extreme edge, Kristin began arching her back, squirming her pussy even tighter, and moaning on top of her lung. As Ron pushed and forced more and more in her pussy, burying his shaft deeper and deeper in it, he realized how magnificently well maintained this little housewife's twat was. And after more than the half of his cock was going in her, he knew he was now entering never explored territory of this slut's pussy. Sure enough, Kristin's eyes rolled and she began screaming in pleasure. By the time, his entire shaft was buried inside her tight pussy, she was already having her initial orgasm, her body shaking violently in pleasure. Kristin could hear herself. She just never knew she could scream like that. The orgasm was extremely violent. Her entire body, she felt, was shaking uncontrollably. And Ron's cock was unbelievably huge. Monstrous. And it was entering into the region where she never had anything entering before. Her husband, her ex boyfriends and a couple of one night stands she had in college years could not be compared to this massive intrusion of her pussy. Her breath was running out of her lungs, and she was gasping for more air desperately. That created even more sluttish, erotic noises out of her throat. When his entire shaft was buried in her, she knew everything was falling apart and over. The pleasure was so powerful, the lust so addictive now, she knew she would never be able to go back to Bob after this. She knew she found a new master, and she belonged to him from now on. Her body was completely claimed by Ron. And she was welcoming every inch of it in a sheer ecstatic scream on her own bed. And then began the huge, unrelenting, powerful thrusts of deep penetration by that huge cock, Krisitin has been fantasizing about. At each thrust, Kristin screamed like a whore with an acute and extreme pleasure shooting up her brain and electrifying senses spread all over her body. She never knew fucking was like this before. She never knew she could feel this amazing sensation... especially from someone other than her husband. But it was just the beginning. He began pounding his cock in and out of Kristin's pussy, using the entire length of his shaft from the tip to the base, repeatedly plunging in with a sheer force. Kristin's entire body was shaking and rocking at his each slam. And as the boss added speed to his force, Kristin was getting completely lost in lustful pleasure land she once was in the night before. Except this time, the pleasure was about 10 times better, and the sensations were so real. Her moaning and screaming was filling the entire house, and she was getting even more aroused listening to the echo of her scream. It was so wrong, it was so nasty, it was so dirty ... it was so good. She was swarming in this perpetual cycle of orgasm. Ron's pounding didn't slow down even after an hour passed. He knew he had an ample time to enjoy this slut whore under him. Laura promised that she would use all her womanly lust and allure to keep Bob busy once they get out of the house. An idiot and aging bitch. Laura in her late 30s was still very invigorating fuck, but Ron was growing bored of her. He needed a new excitement. Just like the one screaming on top of her lung. A good housewife he could seduce to a dirty slut fuck toy. The mind stimulation it provided was priceless and incomparable. Also, in return, Laura got to enjoy a young guy for a change. Bob would do his best to please his new boss's wife, Ron smiled at the thought. By now, Kristin and Ron changed into many different position. After initial missionary, Kristin was rolled over to her side, her legs crisscrossed, went on her all four to provide a doggy style, rode on top of Ron, reverse cowboy, and then back to a good old missionary position. Ron didn't seem tired at all. Both of them were covered with each other's sweats. Now, Krisitn's black thigh high clad legs were wrapping around Ron's thick waist with her ankle crossed as Ron was ravaging her pussy with his monster cock toward their final orgasm. Kristin sensed by looking at Ron that he was about to fill her up with his cum. And she deep in her heart secretly wanted him to do so, as well. Ron could feel now that Kristin was completely under his control and complying with all his demands on her body. Ron was ready to seal the deal. As Ron's swollen cock was spewing out a tantalizing amount of hot cum filling up Kristin's tight pussy as he was ramming mercilessly, Kristin just went over the edge again. Her back arched back tight, her neck strained back, her fingers clenching bed sheet, and her toes tightly curled. The sensation of his hot cum shooting out inside her was so powerfully erotic that her husband's pee squirt was not to be compared to begin with. It seemed like Ron was emptying out his cum forever inside her. Amazing, she thought, as she was screaming with her now hoarse voice. Ron collapsed on top of Kristin pressing her tits down with his muscular chest after he emptied himself on her. Ron's face was an inch above Kristin's face, both of them flushed with excitement and lust, looking into each other eyes, and breathing heavily on each other mouth. Kristin's hip was gyrating against Ron, as Ron's still hard cock was grinding ever so slowly, bringing a post-orgasmic pleasure up Kristin's spine. Kristin's Fall "You are so fucking hot, Kristin. You sure are a good fuck. I really enjoyed you." Kristin just blushed. She felt completely transformed by this experience. "Yes, me, too. I really enjoyed ...," she hesitated a little. "being fucked like that." A sneer came across Ron's face again. "Of course, you do. You are a fucking slut. I knew it." "Really...? How could you know that I would enjoy this? You don't even know me." "Oh, I do, bitch," Ron burst into a laughter. Kristin widened her eyes puzzled. Ron continued on. "I am the man online who has been playing with you every afternoon. You can't say you cannot recognize this cock, can you? I did some research and found you, you slut." "Oh, my god ...." It hit Kristin hard in her head. Her head was literally spinning again, and finally all things were falling in place. Ron's facial shape, his body, his voice, and yes, his huge cock all seemed quite familiar. And everything she was pressured to do tonight was everything already rehearsed online with him over and over again through a role-playing cybersex. As if it were a written scenario, her body and mind were following through what she had been repeated over and over again in her imagination over a month with this guy who turned out to be Ron fucking her right now. And Ron knew exactly how to trigger all the points in her body and mind to bring out her "worst" and maintain control of her submissiveness to his pleasure. It was easy because she was the one who confessed all this to him to begin with. A whole new wave of erupting lust was forming in her belly, and her gyrating on Ron was getting even more energetic. Ron sensed it, too. He began adding to that rhythm expertly harder and harder ... until both of them were bucking each other like crazy again. Kristin was losing it completely this time ... even more so than before. She clung on Ron, her finger nails were digging into Ron's back. Ron was even rougher and more violent with her this time. Ron pressed Kristin's neck as if he was choking her, while with his other hand pulled her hair hard. Kristin was reaching the peak fast. Soon she yelled, "Oh, god, oh, god, I am cumming.... Cumming .... Ahhh... right.. fuck ... now.. ahhhh... ahhhhh....ahhhhhhhhh!" It was powerful. Ron almost lost it by feeling how tightly Kristin's pussy wall was squeezing his already swollen again cock. But Ron had another plan for Kristin. As Kristin was easing down a little after erupting about 3 times fixated to the same position, Ron pulled his cock out of her pussy. His cum was spilling out mixed with her hot juice. Ron's still hard cock was covered up with their love juice, glistening. He brought his shaft up near Kristin's pretty face. He told her to open her mouth. She looked at his cock with her mesmerized stare and then opened her lusty lips. Ron put that cum covered cock in her mouth again. She was sucking his cock making a loud slurping noise. She knew better not to miss a bit this time. "Good girl, fucking bitch slut," Ron exclaimed. She has just turned into a fine slut bitch whore indeed. All the work Ron has put on to bring this "good" housewife down to this level was being paid off. But there was one more thing Ron really wanted to do this pretty face, young housewife he just made his private fuck toy. After Kristin sucked his cock clean of all the cum cover and swallowed every bit of it, Ron pulled out his cock and began stroking in front of her face. Kristin saw it coming. Oh, god, oh no..., she thought. But there was again nothing she could do at this point. She was pinned down by Ron, and being so thoroughly fucked, was drained of all the energy now. Ron's stroking became fierce, and then, a huge load of hot cum was bursting out of his cock head again but this time on all over Kristin's pretty face. It completely covered up her face from forehead, to her eyes, nose, mouth and down to her cheeks and chin. Her mouth was opened at the time, so a lot of his cum again squirted its way into her mouth, covering up her white teeth, gum and tongue smeared up with his white cum. Kristin jumped into a shower immediately. Ron did not stop her. Instead he checked his cell phone message to see if there was anything from Laura. There surely was. Message was simple but sufficient: Holiday Inn, 301. 1st round done. Will go for all night. You have her whole night. Enjoy. See you in the morning. Ron then laid down on the bed comfortably, stroking his cock gently. He has Kristin whole night. He could go on whole night. As soon as she came out of a shower, he would pin her down again and do all kinds of things to her. Fuck yeah..., Ron thought. This is getting better than I thought. Ron's cock was again rock hard and erect, and he could hear Kristin's shower just ended. He walked over to the bathroom. She was just walking out of the shower. Her body still wet and clean. He walked in without any warning, grabbed her, pushed her to the edge of sink, pushed her down as she gasped, exposed her ass and pussy. He just rammed inside her pussy again as Kristin cried in shock and pleasure at the same time. Kristin did not know what was going on. As Ron was thrusting into Kristin's cleaned up pussy over her wet body under a bright bathroom lights, he couldn't help but to notice how tight and beautiful her ass was. He picked a baby oil on the counter and poured over her ass as he kept on thrusting her. He began fingering her ass rim. Kristin's scream got louder as she was wiggling her ass. Then he, while pressing her hard, pulled his cock out and attempted pushing its head into her asshole. Kristin was trying to avoid it, but with no avail. Kristin's cosmetic bottles and decorative items on the counter were knocked down on the bathroom tile as Kristin in vain was attempting to wave her arms to look for something to grab on the smooth sink surface. Her face was pressed against the mirror. Her heavy breath was fogging the mirror immediately. As Ron was entering her rear, her high pitched scream was echoing through in the entire house empty except of them two. Ron really had Kristin pinned down. As Ron eased his cock down in her ass, in every inch it sank, Kristin screamed louder and louder... out of pain ... agony ... and ultimate pleasure. The night was young. Ron's night just had begun. And Kristin was no longer to be a good, innocent housewife. Tomorrow morning when she would wake up in a strange man's arms, with her mouth, pussy and ass having been filled up with his cum and used and ravaged as his fuck toy all night long as he pleased, she was to be up as a slut whore she never knew she was, and as Ron's private fuck toy. And there was no going back to it.