Nicholas told Serena exactly what she wanted to hear, confirming her thoughts that had been gnawing away at her for some time. They had started shortly after the move to D.C. and try as she might she couldn’t totally dismiss them. Meeting Nicholas had brought those thoughts to the surface and focused the underlying cause. His seduction of Serena had met little resistance and now she was taking the final step, cutting the last remaining ties to her old self, driven by the seemingly insatiable appetite of her carnal desires. Even if Serena had wanted to deny her feelings her body betrayed her. Her treacherous sex was leaking profusely, coating Nicholas’ entire hand with its viscous secretions and her hips bucked urgently against his invading fingers.<br/><br/>Serena yelped when Nicholas lifted her and thrust her against the door. Her legs parted without thinking allowing Nicholas to impale her on his engorged cock. The bloated phallus sank fully into Serena in one single thrust, half aided by Serena’s own body weight. Her arms and legs wrapped around Nicholas for support as he began to fuck her in a slow but forceful manner. The feeling of being used as just an instrument for Nicholas to have his pleasure ignited Serena’s arousal to another level. It was this totally unexplainable need to submit that drove her half mad with lust, yet she knew he would also ensure she derived pleasure from the abusive act.<br/><br/>As Nicholas pounded away he teased Serena telling her she was getting what she wanted. All she could do was grunt “Huh… Huh…” as she delighted the sensations being caused by Nicholas’ manhood. Her hands clawed at is back, if his torso had been bare she would have lacerated his flesh with her raking fingernails. Nicholas suddenly stopped fucking but Serena wasn't concerned. If she had been with her husband it would have signaled that he had ejaculated or was close to doing so. But she had learned that with Nicholas this was just a pause between continuing his assault in a different manner. He carried her, still joined at the groin, to his bed and unceremoniously threw her onto it.<br/><br/>Serena lay panting, her eyes filled with animalistic lust. Her skirt had gathered around her waist leaving her unrestricted access to well-used sex. With a smug look, Nicholas told Serena to lose her blouse and bra. His undisguised pleasure at having made Serena such a willing and obedient plaything should have appealed her. Instead, she felt a sense of pride in that he wanted her and she had pleased him. It took only seconds for her to remove the upper garments, leaving her naked apart from the screwed-up skirt. Nicholas then knelt between Serena’s open legs and placed his mouth on her hungry slit and began to gorge himself on the juice that oozed from within. He ate Serena for almost twenty minutes, expertly taking her to the edge of climax several times but always denting her the craved release. By the time he had finished, she was a total bumbling mess of sensitivity and carnal craving.<br/><br/>Just when she thought she would scream from the torment of denial, Nicholas stopped his oral pursuits and raised his head, looking at Serena’s tormented face. His lips and chin were wet from her secretions and his mouth reddened from the friction between his lips and her sex. He looked at her with a degree of contempt, as if he was annoyed that she had hidden her sexual passion for so long. He then told her she was a slut and a whore, his slut and whore. These were names Serena had used herself to describe women who used their sexuality for gain or self-satisfaction, and now she was in their ranks and she couldn’t deny it. The words now took on a new guise, no longer terms of shame but of status. Serena smiled back at Nicholas and with a husky voice simply said: “Yes, Sir”.<br/><br/>Without warning, Nicholas returned between Serena’s open legs. This time he pushed her legs higher, giving himself better access to her bottom. He parted the cheeks of her rear to expose the taboo hole that lay between. The sudden hot wetness Serena felt on her ass caused her to gasp loudly. Growing up she had been indoctrinated with the idea of anal sex being disgusting and perverted, only practiced by gays and junkie whores. After the sudden shock, Serena began to delight in the new found sensations and found herself trying to push back against Nicholas’ tongue. The Nicholas mocked her, saying she loved his tongue in her ass and that she was a good girl. “Oh fuck yesss!” Serena replied, not caring what she was being called or what was being done to her. Her mind was in turmoil. Part of her wanted to reach the final release, the other part wanted the torment to continue forever.<br/><br/>The room suddenly reverberated to the sharp crack of the sound of Nicholas’ palm striking Serena’s rear. It wasn’t a playful slap but a full-blooded blow that caused her to yelp like a dog. The spark of hit pain seemed to travel directly between her legs, intensifying the feeling there. Serena looked at Nicholas. He wore a stern serious expression that indicated they were not playing, that he was about to rip from Serena any remaining loyalty she had for her husband, to truly make her a slut and whore. He demanded her to tell him she wasn’t a good wife. When she didn’t answer instantly he landed another stinging blow on her rear, leaving a red imprint of his hand. “Ahhh… N...no… I’m not good… I am bad!” Serena gasped.<br/><br/>Serena's answer appeared to satisfy Nicholas. He rose from between her legs and went to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a small bottle. He squirted the contents on to his hand and then proceeded to coat his penis leaving it shiny and wet. He then poured a small amount onto Serena’s rear, She felt its coldness trickling over her bottom, pooling into her puckered hole. With no warning, Nicholas penetrated Serena’s rear hole with his finger. “Ooooh!” she cried and felt her sphincter contract around the invading digit. The feeling was alien, both pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time. Nicholas moved his finger slowly back and forth resulting in Serena’s anal ring relaxing slightly. He then simultaneously played with her oversensitive clit, taking into a new realm of hedonistic insanity. Serena squirmed on the bed, the finger in her ass sending her wild with feelings that she knew she shouldn’t be enjoying but couldn’t resist.<br/><br/>Nicholas remained serious. He told Serena he was going to fuck her ass, but only if she told him she wanted him to and what she was. There was no hesitation. “Oh yes! Fuck my ass!... Fuck me like the slut and whore I am!... Your slut!...Your Whore!” Serena screamed, her face contorted with desire, her eyes wet with tears of joy. In an instant, Serena found her self flipped onto her front and felt her hips being raised. The fat mushroom head of Nicholas’ cock snaked between her buttocks and found her tight anal hole. She felt pressure on her back passage and then sudden hot stinging pain and Nicholas sodomized her. She was transformed from faithful wife and practicing Catholic to a cheating slut and sinner. Serena’s eyes rolled back in her head as she was fully consumed by her depravity.<br/><br/>(https://img2.3movs.com/contents/videos_screenshots/7000/7980/preview.mp4.jpg)