Eoshia leaned against the wall. Her robe half-hung off her shoulders. Her large breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. My hands stroked up to her sh...ved pussy. I rubbed my thumbs against her flushed, swollen vulva. “Pater's cock,” Eoshia gasped as I buried my face between her thighs.I flicked my tongue through her tart pussy. Only one other man had tasted this pussy. My cock ached. Her husband was not far away, oblivious to his wife surrendering herself to me. Eoshia moaned louder. Her. “I had to taste you. Don’t worry; you’re getting every inch of me. You’re wet and you’re ready for me. Good girl.” His knees were instantly on the bed straddling my hips, his big hands again pressing my knees open, and his big mushroom cock head was at the opening of my cunt. “Ready?” “Yes, I’ve been waiting for your cock for weeks, fuck me”I can still feel it when I close my eyes – his cock head opening me for the first time, instantly my body was electrified, his grip on my legs, I felt his. "And who am I to you?" I demand. "My son. My son is my master, because I am a true whore." Ha ha. Good." I say helping her stand. "I know you will be uncomfortable and resistant for a few days. But I'm confident you will soon fully embrace your new life."We head to her bedroom. "You will have to dress to make me happy from now on, understand?" She nods. "Your first question should always be, 'would my master like me in this' before putting something on." She didn't really have much sexy. Crack. This one struck low, where her ass met her thighs. It burned. She cried out. Suddenly wasn’t so sure she could take it. Crack. Same spot, low and wicked. Crack. Crack. The first one was across the center of her ass, the second low--lower even than the one before--cracking into the top of her thighs. She cried out again, louder. Another car drove by. She didn’t care. Her world shrunk down to his belt and her ass. Him and her. Crack. The pain of her ass filled her. White pain, pure.