Serena’s body crushed against Nicholas’ soft bed as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her rear passage. Serena’s body was filled with a strange mixture of pleasure, pain, and discomfort. Her sex sparked with pleasure, her tight anal ring stung with pain and her bowels felt full and uncomfortable. It was almost a religious experience as if her former conservative self was being cast out in a bizarre ritual. She followed Nicholas’ instruction to relax as best she could, but it was difficult to resist her body’s desire to try and expel the invader in her ass. She whimpered as drove himself further inside her most taboo orifice.<br/><br/>Eventually, Serena could feel Nicholas’ balls against her bottom. She had his entire length buried in her. She thought “Yes I am now truly a slut whore!” and grunted as Nicholas slowly pulled his length out and then back in. The pain was fading fast and the mix of strange sensations from Serena’s body was utterly intoxicating. Nicholas taunted Serena. In a gruff voice, he told her what she already knew, that she loved his cock. He then commanded her to finger herself while he buggered her and reminded her of her betrayal, how she should be at church instead of behaving is such a depraved way. It seemed she was always entranced by Nicholas’ words, never able to refuse. Serena’s hand wormed its way between her legs and found her dripping wet slit. Her fingers sort the bloated bud within and rubbed it furiously, inflaming her lust to a state of near madness.<br/><br/>Serena was transformed into a wild animal. She squealed and hissed, gasped and moaned, and swore like a trooper. “Oh yes!... Fuck my whore ass… I want your cock… Yes! Yes!... I’m a dirty nasty slut... Just fuck me hard you bastard!”. Nicholas forced his fingers in her mouth, making her feel even more submissive and debased. It made her feel completely owned by him, both in body and soul. Then the tremors of orgasm started to build and Nicholas ordered her to climax he said: “Come for your Daddy!”. Those simple words shocked Serena. Their implication felt so wrong, so disgusting and worryingly so good. As her orgasm ignited she bucked and thrashed under Nicholas’ body like a landed fish until totally exhausted and still.<br/><br/>The weight of Nicholas’ body lifting off Serena was the first thing she was aware of. That was quickly followed by the feeling of his cock sliding out of her ass. Suddenly she felt empty as if she had just been to the bathroom. If another cock had filled her then she would have gladly accepted it. Serena heard Nicholas walking away and then the sound of running water from the en-suite. She rolled on to her back and sat up and caught sight of her reflection in the wall mirror. She looked like she felt. A complete mess of tangled, matted hair, smudged make-up, and blotchy skin. She looked like a cheap worthless whore. Instead of being ashamed or upset Serena felt a calmness. She had found her true self.<br/><br/>When Nicholas returned from the bathroom he appeared to be a little cool towards Serena. Instead of offering her the chance to clean up, he told her she had best get back home so not to raise suspicion since the church service would be ending soon. She was a little taken aback but complied and started to dress. It was only then she felt Nicholas’ discharge start to leak from her rear. She realized she wasn’t aware he had ejaculated, she had been so consumed by her own orgasm. Without access to the bathroom, she had no option but to use her sensible panties to mop up the dribbling mess. Once she had cleaned herself she looked around for somewhere to dispose of the soiled garment. Nicholas had been watching her the entire time. He simply raised an eyebrow and Serena stuffed the panties into her jacket pocket. Nicholas then showed her the door and told her he would be in touch. Left standing alone in the empty corridor Serena felt abandoned and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Once back in the car she did her best to clean herself up and make herself look presentable. On the drive home, she recalled the details of what she had just done and how good it had felt. By the time she parked in the driveway of her home, she was aroused again, aroused for more nasty, depraved sex. But she has to face her husband, so took several deep breaths to calm herself before entering the house.<br/><br/>As Serena walked in the front door she called out “I’m back!”. She expected to hear Christian reply but heard nothing, She stood still and listened, but the house was deadly quiet, no TV, no radio, no computer games. Serena walked into the kitchen and found her husband sat at the kitchen table nursing a glass. “Hi…” said Serena as naturally as possible but already sensing something was wrong. Christian didn’t answer, just took a drink from the glass. Serena could smell the whiskey, “A bit early to be drinking isn’t it?” she asked in a half-joking kind of voice. Still Christian didn’t answer, he didn’t even look at her. “What’s the matter?... Is there something wrong?” asked Serena.<br/>