So, you're not quite as disgusted with this new arrangement as you'd have me believe eh? Don't you just hate when your body betrays you like that? And...no panties? I'd think you were practically waiting for me..."Clara thought about crying out but knew it would be pointless – the party was a room full of people at Gus' beck and call and who knows what lengths he would go to if scorned now. And even now he was speaking just the words she had dreaded for a large portion of her. I cried again and begged him to fuck my white married pussy with his huge black cock.I screamed and rode that hard pole as I fingered my pussy faster. He said that my pussy was too tight for his dick.Then he grabbed my ass and pulled me tight to him and buried his cock deep inside my hungry cunt. I could feel it trying to enter my cervix. I moved my hips and pressed all of my weight down to him,I nearly passed out from the pure sexual pleasure of the moment.Matthew continued pummeling my pussy. One afternoon as a guard, I was talking to a patient, when a nurse suddenly entered, shouted, was very angry, I did not understand why, I asked him what happened and he only managed to tell me nothing, that he had discussed with a boss and I had to keep working, healing the patient. Of course I left. I did not see her again. A week later I find her again on the hospital stairs and she apologized for the situation, she approached me and gave me a kiss, I felt a kind of electricity all over my. It wasn’t my fault that I got this way. It was my abusive ex who, when he had too much to drink, would tear my clothes off and spank my ass with a rolled-up newspaper. To him, it was a form of foreplay. For me, it was a heavy dose of pain and humiliation. After we divorced, I started to miss it. I couldn’t understand why, but I needed it.The stinging blows to my ass were making my eyes cloud up with tears, but my pussy was feeling arousal beyond belief as I was writhing in both pain and.