We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.

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Robyn didn’t need an appointment to talk with Ruth. In a busy week it made more sense to have a nice lunch at an outdoor table. Robyn was a regular and the staff knew that she liked to sit in a more private spot. All the better to discuss intimate matters.

“You did very well with that couple,” Robyn confided as she sipped from a glass of wine. “Thanks to you their therapy has progressed nicely.”

“It was exciting for me. But,” paused Ruth, “It felt perverted with his wife was watching. But then I remembered my fantasies…”

“Part of the therapy, as I explained,” said Robyn with a wave.

“That’s why you will be a good assistant.”

“Oh, you want me to… I mean…”

The Doctor often used sex acts for her patients’ therapy. But Hanson House students were not eligible for every case.

“You remember Valentina, of course. Still a virgin, technically. Sometimes I need an assistant who can take a cock in her cunt.”

“I will fuck a patient for his therapy?”

“You will do whatever I tell you. Won’t you? We both know its better when you follow my instructions.”

“Yes, Doctor. Anything you say.”

“Good. Now,” Robyn continued with fire in her eyes, “I know you went home horny that day. Tell me about sex with your husband.”

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Ruth had been wearing only a thin robe — open at the front to display her plump breasts to her husband. There was no doubting that she’d become more risqué in her behaviour but the husband had not found a reason to be suspicious.

“Will we make love tonight?” she asked, giving him a long look at her big tits.

The husband felt his penis shifting. It was a little embarrassing for his wife to see his erection. Even after all these years and having fathered two children with her. His wife seemed to suggest sex more often these days. But what was wrong with that in a wife? She still had a wonderful body. He mentally chided himself for not telling her more often that he found her sexy and attractive.

She helped him undress — another recent development — and they lay in bed kissing gently as their usual foreplay. This time he could not ignore her hand lying across his penis as it grew and hardened. Nor could he ignore her wonderful breasts as she seemed to press them to him. If anything, her tits were larger now but they still were so firm and sat so high. Yes, tonight they would make love passionately.

“I’m so glad to give you different things… entering me from behind,” she said softly.

Her hand now was holding his penis and he knew she’d feel him swelling with lust.

“I enjoy it so much,” she whispered. “But you are doing all the work. So can we try something?…”

The husband could only nod. Her hand felt so damn good. He could never want another woman. And he enjoyed his wife’s newfound devotion to his sexual pleasure. Had he been inattentive? Was that the reason for her eagerness? He was shocked when she straddled him and threw off her robe. Her body looked magnificent in the dim light.

“I want to try this,” she was saying as she held his cock. “You can lie back and enjoy.”

In a flash, she’d lifted herself up and pointed his penis at her sex. The husband had never even wondered of making love in that way. But then his wife had sunk down and his thoughts had focused entirely on the soft wetness of her sex and the way she so effortlessly impaled herself on him.

The husband let out a guttural sound at such novel pleasure. And he did not fail to hear how his wife moaned. Oh yes, he was pleased for her to do the work of lovemaking.

“I can feel all of you,” she had moaned with a wondrous smile. “I need to move my hips.”

And she did just that to the sound of more groans. The husband felt the pleasure as well — he was sure that his penis had never been so hard. And he was enthralled with the way his wife’s large breasts moved as she ground her hips. He placed his hands on her waist, a silent communication of his feelings for her. But his wife had instead dragged his hands higher till they were clasped against her breasts.

“Touch me how you want,” she whispered.

His wife seemed to be giving permission for him to enjoy her physical beauty. The husband had excitedly fondled and squeezed her tits. And he found cause to squeeze harder when his wife had started to move up and down, seemingly using his penis to fill and pleasure herself in a wanton display.

Her lust had been undeniable as she’d ridden up and down. The husband thought why she’d waited so long. Her sounds of pleasure were a true delight. And his penis felt as good as ever as she allowed him to bury himself to the hilt in her delightful, lush sex. He knew that she was experiencing an orgasm, more than one. But the wonders of his dick being milked as his wife bounced up and down were his only concern. How wonderful she was to bring this pleasure to their bed.

The husband came, all too soon. But his own sounds of climax were guttural and heartfelt. He was sure that he’d shot his biggest ever load of semen into his beautiful wife as she panted and humped on him. He noticed, when she finally climbed down, that his manly fluid was leaking from her and, moreover, how unconcerned she was as it dripped down the inside of her thighs. That gave him a strange pleasure.

“That was special,” she’d told him when she returned with a damp cloth. “It feels good to do all that for you.”

She had kissed his penis, still coated with his sticky semen. Then his dutiful wife had cleaned him with great tenderness. He could not help but agree that they should use that position another time.

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“Well done. You’ll be much happier to orgasm regularly with your husband,” said Doctor Robyn after the salad had been delivered by their waiter. “Great sex is great sex. But do you feel submissive when you make these suggestions?”

“I’ve given my body to others. And I feel submissive when he uses me the same way,” Ruth explained. “Its strange to guide him. But I cum better than ever with him.”

“Then keep being a slut for him. As long as he does not become suspicious.”

“I will pleasure him with my mouth,” whispered Ruth as the waiter approached. “Like a good wife should.”

“Swallowing his cream on your knees will be good for you,” agreed the good Doctor.

She pushed a note across the table and Ruth saw that it had a name and contact details — a Mr Burns.

“But you still feel some guilt. Even after your therapy,” said Robyn.

There was no argument. Ruth knew that was part of the reason for giving new sex play to her husband. There was a danger that he might suspect she was learning from other men. But already he was enjoying his wife being more slutty.

“Mr Burns enjoys helping people with guilt,” Robyn explained. “He was a difficult patient to arrange therapy. But you can help each other.”

Ruth’s mind was racing. She could guess that some act of submission would be involved — as usual with her therapy. But what kind of needs were involved in his therapy? Still, Ruth at all times obeyed the good Doctor. She carefully folded the note inside her purse.

“And now, I want to hear all about Peter,” said the Doctor as they began to tuck into their mains.

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Ruth had entered her Master’s home a second time, following his pointing finger to the middle of the loungeroom. She was naked and on her knees, having retrieved his collar from her handbag. She held it out to him. It was certain that Peter would make full use of her body, as his personal slut. The collar being fastened around her neck gave reassurance that she rightly belonged to her new Master.

Master enjoyed rubbing his cock and his balls over her sweet face. The slut was older, a wife and mother, but she’d kept her looks with soft brown eyes and her warm smile. And Ruth was excited by being debased, happy to take in his scent.

“Good slut,” Peter murmured and Ruth looked up with pride and a twinge in her cunt.

It was a simple fact that submission made Ruth aroused. And after years of a marriage lacking in passion, she thrilled to the praise of her Master. Not to mention his eyes as he’d placed the collar around her neck. When he cupped her heaving breasts and hefted their weight, she had to fight to control her breathing.

“Nice tits.”

Ruth didn’t have time to answer. Peter tugged firmly on the chain that was attached to her collar. With a hand on one of her shoulders, he soon maneuvered Ruth so that she was sitting on the edge of his bed. Then he silently placed his wonderful shaft into her DD cleavage.

“Hold them.”

Ruth was glad to service her Master wherever he placed his cock. He was excited by her big breasts and his thick, hard shaft was wonderful between her flesh. Why had other men never wanted this act? Her thick nipples were hard with lust as she pressed her breasts around him. The force of his thrusting made her tits bounce and her chain rattle. But Peter wanted to use all of her.

“Open,” was his command.

Ruth happily opened her mouth wide for her Master, who barely waited before filling it with his rampant shaft. He needed merely to place a hand on top of her head to steady her got a face-fucking. It was very satisfying to make her drool as he rammed hard and fast.

Ruth was just getting accustomed to the face-fuck when Master switched again. Since he used few words, she could only wait for his signals and his changes. Now he was back between her tits with his shaft nicely lubed with saliva. Ruth was thrilled by how big and proud it looked. And her cunt moistened at being used so casually. She sensed that her tits had made his shaft harder so that it filled that her mouth even more and kept hold of her flesh even after Master went back to her mouth.

This time Peter took hold of her head with both hands. Not caring about her comfort, he thrust brutally into the mouth of the obedient slut. Ruth cursed herself for the inevitable physical reaction — not realising how much Peter enjoyed her gagging and choking. A spluttering cough, on the edge of vomiting, made him extra pleased with his handiwork.

“Good slut. Take it.”

Ruth reveled in his praise even as Peter withdrew from her mouth. He gave a hard yank on the chain, silently dragging Ruth up and onto bed. She thrilled at the silence with which he manhandled her. A real man, a true Master, surely did not need to explain his needs. Now she was on all fours for him. The slaps on her bottom made her wince in pain but made her excited to have her naked body posed for him. Everything belonged to Master Peter.

She felt the lacy material being rubbed against her lips and realised — Master Peter wanted to shove her G-string into her mouth. Ruth didn’t need to be gagged. She was positioned over a pile of pillows that supported her torso and caused her face to sink down into the sheets. Even her cries from his spanking were muffled. But she recalled the humiliation in the Doctor’s office, that time young Valentina had eaten her pussy. It was only right that she be degraded in the same way by her new Master. The cuffs were stretching her arms wide as she was rendered entirely helpless. Ropes applied to her legs ensured that she was vulnerable and available. Her holes were aching with need. Ruth opened her mouth for him, the scent of her arousal filling her nostrils as Master shoved her underwear in deep.

The Master slapped her again — harder — and ignored her cry of pain as he slid his fingers through her cunt lips. A married, conservative woman — such as she’d once been — ought to be alarmed by being violated like that. But his touch was electric on her bare skin, her swollen cunt lips unfurled like an willing flower. She could not stop her moan.

“Wet bitch,” he growled.

Ruth howled with relief and thanks as Peter lightly strummed her clit. She was so horny with anticipation that he had no trouble in administering her first climax of the afternoon. But it was a mere warm-up for Peter. He enjoyed the wetness of her hole as he suddenly drove two fingers deep into his slut. He’d not have imagined that an older, married bitch could be so horny and cum so hard. Of course, being restrained and helpless had been the beginnings of her fevered imaginings. Her arms pulled hard against the cuffs as he rammed two fingers fast and hard.

The movement on the bed behind revealed what was next. She felt his weight and felt elated that he was about to shove his wondrous manhood into her. Her Master would shove his cock wherever he chose, filling and stretching her more than she’d experience at home. But this this was by far her most favourite position for being taken.

Peter spread her puffy cunt lips with the head of his cock. Already her juices were pooling at her entrance. He drove into her, especially pleased by the way her cunt gripped his shaft. His personal slut was incredibly responsive as he forced his almost eight inches into her. It was gratifying to hear the bitch grunts of protest, muffled by her underwear lodged in her mouth.

He enjoyed being rough with her and used several hard thrusts to slam his cock home. Fucking hard and deep would force her walls to stretch nicely. Her sounds of pain quickly changed to moans of pleasure but Peter knew he would delay his own orgasm.

The sound of his skin slapping against hers was almost as loud as her moans of pleasure. The gag had been a fun addition to the play. And his balls swinging against her bald cunt lips was a signal of how hard he was fucking her. It did not bother him that she was married to another man since he knew his size and prowess eclipsed her puny husband. A rapid fire pounding of cock was the best way of putting the slut into her place. If she was bruised then all the better.

Ruth was intoxicated by his forceful ramming. She had no choice, being tightly bound, but there was no hiding her desire as she came over and over on her Master’s lovely cock. His fucking was brutal, delivered full-force and she screamed her wonderous pleasure against the material stuffed in her mouth. It was even better knowing that the fucking was for his pleasure. It was right to let Peter use her so brutally.

She was surprised when he withdrew but the touch of his tongue on her small hole caused a gasp of delight. Ruth still wondered of herself as a dirty woman for enjoying anal play so much. Of course she was afraid but it was exciting to think of his big cock in that tiny place.

But Peter knew how to prepare her tight rectum. He penetrated her cunt once more, pounding her married hole so that she might wish to be used anally as relief. Ruth did not realise his plan but her cunt was already aching from his assault. She was happy to be made raw, of course, since she belonged to him. At least she could be grateful for the cuffs and the rope which held her in position for his majestic fucking.

The next touch against her anus was different. Peter was very pleased by the way her little hole easily stretched for the small jelly dong. Still slamming his cock hard into her soaking cunt, he jammed the dong home, seating it fully inside the once virgin arsehole. Her muffled cry of pain was all for his fun.

Everything was crammed now, her body strained by the extra tightness of her holes. Ruth could almost not believe how intense his fucking felt with her sphincters filled. Of course, she was cumming again almost instantly, convinced that Master’s cock was the only one she’d ever want. Peter could not have guessed at such thoughts but his cock swelled a little more at the wondered that her backdoor would be ready for a hard fucking.

“Good bitch,” he told her as he struggled to contain his orgasm.

Ruth had never known that she could orgasm like this, having usually been satisfied if she could achieve a single climax with her husband. But eventually even her slutty body needed a rest and Peter, being more experienced than the older woman, chose that moment for a break to soothe his boiling balls.

He took the time to enjoy more of his slut’s body. Her skin was soft and her toned, shapely legs were to be admired. Her waist was thin enough to enhance her hips. And there was no going past her firm, rounded arse. Ruth had never really experienced having her body enjoyed in this way — not even by her husband for whose advantage she’d tried to stay in shape.

“Nice body, you sexy slut,” he said softly.

His fingers soon returned to her bare snatch. They ran back and forth between her hole and her clit. She felt her wetness building and knew that her lips were swelling with her lust. She was in heat and her flesh was beckoning the attention of her Master. Ruth feared that he would screw her more — already aching a little from his first round. But she belonged to him, she reminded herself. And she could not help craving that enormous dick.

As usual, the Master said nothing before mounting her again. Ruth’s eyes flew open at the renewed assault. No man had ever wanted to fuck her so long and hard. And only one other man had the size to really abuse her hole like Master Peter. Though the burning in her cunt could be ignored as he began to play with the toy sitting tightly inside her bottom. Peter was, in fact, merely exploring Ruth’s body and her reaction as he wiggled the dong, thinking of how tight her arsehole would feel around his cock. But there was so much stimulus for the once conservative, married woman and exploded again, straining against her bonds.

When Master yanked the plug savagely from her, Ruth fairly trembled with anticipation and fear. Certain that he would plunder her poor bottom just as he’d savaged her cunt, she tried her best to relax.

“This hole belongs to me now,” he growled from behind.

Ruth trembled in her defenceless state. She cried with desire as her Master squeezed the head of his enormous cock past her opening and forced the first inch of his shaft into her tight place. The stab of pain was real as Ruth felt her sphincters straining to accommodate the sudden intrusion.

Peter truly enjoyed the knowledge that this hole was almost virginal. Even better was knowing the slut’s husband would never go where he was going. His slut was powerless to withstand as he moved his hips to thrust deeper. Her pain was his delight but he reached around to gently rub her swollen clitoris.

“Take it,” he ordered as her cries subsided in response to the helpful stimulation.

Ruth felt the heat and the pressure, reminded of the perversion of an erect penis inside forced into her bumhole. But she wanted nothing more. Tied fast in doggy position, gagged with her own underwear, she almost screamed as he forced another inch into her. She hoped to orgasm for him cum so that her passage would open more easily.

Peter already had half his shaft inserted into the slut’s butt hole. Her tight, pliant rectum felt superb wrapped around his cock. His powerful thrusting would soon stretch her. And a long, leisurely arse-fuck would help train his submissive to be trained for maximum service. He slapped her bottom as he settled in for a more casual screwing so that his entire his length was deep inside into her widening rectum.

Ruth still felt it was so lewd to enjoy — and to desire — anal sex. But her discomfort receded fast as her passage relaxed. It was deeply satisfying, and relieving, to accommodate the thrusting of his thick manhood in her backside. She wanted at all times to give that hole to her Master. The initial pain of a big penis was at all times worth it for such undeniable pleasure. And she sensed that he was really enjoying his fucking. If only he’d thrust with enough vigour to make her cum.

But Peter had decided on taking his time and testing the stamina of her rear passage. He didn’t have to ram hard — as much he’d enjoy that — to leave her burning and sore in her backdoor. In fact, he soon was feeling his balls boiling again and slowed, leaving little more than the head of his cock in her bum. Ruth thought if something was wrong, if her rear-end was somehow not pleasing her Master. But her Master would choose how to use her. A silent man to whom she had given absolute control of her body.