My name is Carolyn Winters and I’m married three years to my husband Howard. I started on a journey so long ago that seemed impossible. With each step I am in wonder that I’ve reached that far and think it is the end only to find myself being pushed past another threshold.

What was I doing here? This wasn’t the best neighborhood. Not that it was unsafe. But these were the cheap apartments. And here I was in my expensive dress and high heels at almost midnight. A few individuals were around dressed in street attire looking at me knowing full well that I was not supposed to be there. I didn’t feel unsafe but it was unnerving.

My phone buzzed. It was Todd, if that was even really his name.  It was a text message.  It said to go around to the back of the building next to the dumpster. As I rounded the corner, I saw the dumpster at the end of the parking lot in the back of the building. The light above it flickered on and off inconsistently. As I got closer, there was Todd, standing with a cigar. He was medium height like I remembered. He wore a tight fit t-shirt and jeans.  My heart skipped a beat. His torso oozed sexuality and I felt my lower parts quiver.

As I walked up to him, he reached over and grabbed my left breast with his right hand. I started to say hello and he just looked at me. I knew I just had to shut up. His powerful hand on my breast made excitement flow through me. he roughly fumbled with my breasts and I just stood there. It was as if he was trying to examine me and see how I would react at the same time.

He got a little closer and pulled my dress up. I reacted to stop him then caught myself. If he wanted to expose me to whoever was watching from their apartment I wasn’t going to stop him. My dress was up above my waist. He looked down and my black thong underwear. I thought he might like them. He pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the string on either side. He pulled the expensive thong panties away and tossed them on the ground.

“Don’t show up wearing panties ever again.  You think you might run into me, you better not be wearing any”

I nodded.

He looked down at me, turning my body to the light. “Shave that pussy hair off.  All of it. You can have hair on your head. No hair anywhere else.”

I don’t have much pubic hair to start with and even what I have is neatly trimmed and carefully manicured. I had never completely shaved it even though my husband Howard had suggested it many times.

He pushed me face up against the dumpster and he came at me from behind. I felt his hand on my bare ass as it slide between my legs and I felt his finger push into my now wet pussy.

“What a wet slut pussy you have” he said.

“I’m not a slut,” I pleaded.

“But you’re going to be one when I’m done with you”

Another finger entered my pussy and I could feel his thumb lingering around my ass hole. No one had ever put anything into my ass. Howard had tried a few times and even asked and I had firmly let him know that it was never an option. What I had never let my husband do, I was about to let a stranger have if he wanted.  I didn’t want anything in my ass. But if Todd wanted it then it would be his.

“You want something in your ass?” he said in my ear.

“No.” I replied weakly.

“No matter. You are getting it anyway” and with that his thumb poked at my anal opening.

It did not go in but made me jump.  He knelt down and pulled my ass cheeks apart and bit more roughly and he spat a wad of saliva right on my hole. Then I felt him ease in a finger. It was a totally weird feeling. It wasn’t unpleasant but totally new and I had no idea what to think of it. I grunted as I could only focus on the the unwanted sensation in my ass. He fingered my ass with the one finger until it satisfied him.

He stood up and held my chin, looking into my eyes.

“That won’t be the last time.”

He pressed firmly on my shoulders forcing me to the ground. He pulled my head to his crotch. I looked up at him and he just stared back at me. I didn’t know what to do.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” he said angrily.

I unzipped him and pulled it out. His circumcised cock was already hard. I started kissing and licking it. Despite being married for some time, I did not have much experience with blow jobs. I’ve done blow jobs off and on since I was 15. But I was never that much into them. In the six years I was married to Howard, I must have done it for him no more than three times. I sucked mundanely on Todd’s cock.

“Yeah, get that cock in your mouth slut” he said.

I didn’t like it when he called me that. I wasn’t a slut.

“Deeper bitch.” he said. “I like to feel my cock deep in your throat.”

He pushed his cock further into my mouth, holding my head so I could not pull back. The head hit the back of my throat and he held it there, trying to go even deeper. He was going to gag me. Todd fucked my mouth in small strokes. “Open that slut mouth wider.”

He tilted my head back slightly and pushed hard and I was suddenly swallowing his cock. I felt my eyes water and I gagged. I tried to control it and yet the reaction was violent. That only seemed to encourage him and he pulled out and shoved it back in. My throat was his pussy and saliva was everywhere. I gagged and almost puked at some points.  Then he pushed into my throat again and I gagged and puked. He held my hair and let me get over it. When he pulled my head back up he smacked my face.

He stroked his slick cock until he came on my face then he proceeded to wipe his cock all over my face.

“You didn’t like my finger in your ass did you?”

“Yeah, I did” I said with little conviction.

“Don’t lie to me.”

He had a growl in his voice

“It was weird. But I didn’t mind it.”

“I’m going to train you to love it.”

He told me to start rubbing my clit. I masturbated a few times but I was not that into it.

Ok now get some of my cum on your finger and push it into your ass. That’s it. Finger your ass and rub your clit.  Wiggle that finger around.  Keep rubbing that clit.

I started to feel sensations from my clit rubbing. It was somehow different than when someone else did it. The finger in my ass now added to the sensation.  I felt a little orgasm coming on and rubbed the clit even more until the orgasm overtook my body.

“Now go on home.”