Miss Jones returns

As the red mist cleared and my vision started to return, I became aware of movement behind me. Eventually, I gather my thoughts and turn to see Miss Jones makes apart form her high heels. I am still on the floor as she straddles my face and in an echo of the line she heard the other day simply said "Lick, ****!" and I did...

"If you are going to be a dirty pervert I am going to use you as such." grinding hard into my nose. She is genuinely hurting me. "If you want us to keep your perverted games secret you will do what I want. Do you understand" Clearly a rhetorical question as there is no way I can speak. I am licking her desperately in the hope that of I please her she won't break my nose.

"I spoke to your wife today, or should I say Mistress." that caused me to pause. A pointed thrust of her hips and I started again. " I told her what my terms were for maintaining my silence and she agreed. She said I could do anything I wanted to you as long as I didn't let you use your pathetic dick!"

And with that she stood up. I gasped for air, staying still, partly in shock and partly in fear of this angry and if I may say, slightly deranged woman. She picked something up form the desk and then as she started to strap it round her waist I realised with some trepidation that it was a strap-on. Now I knew I was really in trouble.

"Up, ****" I stood up and she pushed my up against the fireplace, and stood behind me "Spread your legs ****, I am going to treat you like the slut you are going to become for me!" Oh fuck!

She was not gentle. Fortunately she did use lube, but when she put her cock in me, she was forceful and it hurt. When I cried out, I think she genuinely enjoyed my pain. "This will teach you to disrespect me, you little sissy slut!"

And then she pounded my ass. I did not enjoy it. I was being thoroughly and completely reamed by an angry and determined woman who wanted to hurt me. I couldn't believe that Helen had let this happen to me.

It seemed like she was fucking me for ages.