wondering
about her logic - her sanity. An orgasm for an orgasm? Why not? he
thought, closing the door as she entered the room and gazed at the
examination couch. Her hazel eyes reflecting a burning desire to
commit a debauched adulterous act, she placed her camera on the
couch and unbuttoned her blouse, slipping the garment off her
shoulders and tossing it over a chair. Her full breasts heaving
within her straining lace bra, she reached behind her back and
freed the hook, allowing her mammary spheres to tumble from the
cups.
"You'll notice
that I have a nice bust - size forty-eight," she smiled
shamelessly. "My breasts are ample, but surprisingly firm for their
size."
"Indeed you do
have nice breasts, Mrs Cravings," Larry replied, focusing on her
erect nipples, the large chocolate-brown discs of her areolae.
"My nipples
are long and extremely sensitive. That's because I rub ice cubes
over them three times a day and suck them regularly."
"They really
are fine specimens!"
"I'm very
proud of my breasts, as you can imagine. Our au pair's breasts are
nothing in comparison."
"You've seen
them?"
"Yes, trying
to understand my husband's disgusting behaviour, his wanton lust
for the girl's naked body, I ordered her to strip off and show me
what she's got. Her breasts are mere plums compared to my fine
melons."
"I'm sure they
are."
"Are you into
breasts, Doctor?"
"Yes, very
much."
"Would you say
mine are the best you've ever seen? Be honest, now - I can take
criticism."
"Er... yes,
they're definitely the best I've ever seen."
Tugging her
skirt down her shapely thighs, she dropped the garment to her
ankles, kicking it aside along with her shoes. Standing before
Larry, her pink panties damp, the triangular patch of silk between
her thighs bulging with her sex, she ordered him to unveil her
femininity.
"You'll
observe that I have large vaginal lips," she said smugly as he
knelt before her and tugged her panties down, displaying her full
fleshy sex hillocks. "My inner lips are ample, too. I've looked
after my vulva, regularly masturbating with a body massager to keep
my muscles firm, my labia full - my clitoris sensitive,
responsive."
"You're very
proud of your body, aren't you?" Larry asked, gazing at the opaque
fluid oozing from her yawning pussy crack.
"Yes, I am.
Why my husband defiled that slag-bag of an au pair, I'll never
know! I order him to abuse my naked body daily, so he doesn't go
short. How do you intend to defile me, Doctor?"
"We'll have
sexual intercourse."
"No, that's
not good enough! I'd hardly call sexual intercourse defilement!
Can't you think of something depraved, something vulgar?"
"Er... anal
intercourse?"
"Mmm, that's a
little better. You'll notice that I've brought my camera with
me."
"Yes, I did
notice."
"I want you to
take photographs of me, of my abused body. I'll need proof of my
wanton adultery, you see."
"Proof, yes,
of course."
"Ah, you have
a fine collection of candles! I'll bend over the couch and you can
stick a candle up my bottom. Take a couple of pictures, ensuring
that my face is in frame as well as my abused bottom-hole."
"Er... yes,
right," Larry smiled, taking a large candle from the shelf as Mrs
Cravings stood with her feet wide apart and leaned over the
couch.
Dipping the
end of the candle into the jar of honey, Larry parted the woman's
ample buttocks, exposing the brown entrance to her bowels.
Grinning, he pressed the sticky end of the waxen phallus against
her sensitive tissue and gently pushed and twisted. Her sphincter
muscles yielding, she gasped in her perversity as the candle opened
her anal portal and glided deep into her rectal sheath.
"Ah, yes,
that's heavenly!" she cried. "Push it in as far as you can and then
take some photographs!"
"I'll have to
leave a couple of inches sticking out otherwise it won't be seen,"
Larry replied, taking the camera and focusing on the woman's brown
anal ring, taut around the huge shaft.
"Be sure to
get my face in shot!" she
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