When Serena replied to Nicholas’ question she hardly recognized herself as she spoke. Her voice was thick and sultry, filled with hunger and desire. The use of the ‘F’ word was so out of place, she was not one for profanity, but its use befitted her current circumstance, her baptism from faithful wife to adulteress. Their coupling was not going to be love making but just lust fueled sex. The location for her conversion also suited the act. Serena’s betrayal of her marriage vows was not going to be disguised in some romantic pretense in the bedroom, she was going to sin in a hallway, ravaged in front of a mirror up against a wall. The vulgarness of the situation only served to heighten her lechery.<br/><br/>Serena’s body stiffened as the finger parted the slick groove of her sex and sort out the stiff nub lying within. Just a moment of manipulation had her gasping, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in air. With the sound of her pumping blood pounding through her ears she was unaware of Nicholas removing his pants until he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her body back against him. Nicholas’ member prodded urgently underneath the cheeks of Serena’s bottom, seeking out its prey. Serena’s body acted instinctively, her hips rotated backward to allow the hot rigid shaft to burrow between her fully engorged lips. As the mushroom head pierced her, Serena winced slightly, not from the discomfort of the penetration but more self-recognition that she had just changed forever.<br/><br/>Nicholas spoke as he began to take his pleasure on Serena’s body. His words were seductive and taunting, making Serena fully understand what was happening. She felt completely under his control. His hand grasping her hair like a leash and his manhood pistoning forcefully in and out of her body, igniting unknown pleasure. Nicholas’ pace increased, causing Serena's body to jolt rhythmically in response. Soon the ferocity was such that she could no longer stand upright and was bent forward supporting herself with a hand either side of the wall mirror. As Nicholas pounded against her Serena studied her reflection, her face was distorted by the primal rapture that engulfed her, her eyes were half closed and her mouth displayed a stupid self-satisfied grin.<br/><br/>Serena felt the wait of Nicholas’ body on her back as he hunched over her. His thrusting was almost violent, almost lifting Serena from the floor. She was pushing back against each stroke, eager to be impaled as deep as possible, to extract every ounce of pleasure from their animalistic rutting. The Nicholas told her to come. His voice was demanding, it wasn’t a request it was an order. He emphasized his command with a single bludgeoning thrust of his shaft and a pinch of Serena’s clitoris. That was the trigger for Serena’s orgasm. She let out a half throttled scream as the waves of her climax ripped through her body, Nicholas held her convulsing body as it spasmed uncontrollably. The last thing Serena remembered was slowly sliding down the face of the mirror.<br/>