My First Time with the Bailiff: Shattering My Innocence
That low-floating bed in our tacky purple bedroom. Heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I’d stripped naked, sobbing, offering myself to stop the eviction. Hubert Chodar, tall, shaved head, steel-blue eyes, circled me. His gaze burned. Fear twisted with something hot, forbidden. My plump body exposed—soft belly, heavy thighs, full tits. I’d never felt so vulnerable, so alive. He tapped my ass, my belly. ‘Look at this lazy mess,’ he growled. Fingers grazed my skin, electric. Pulse raced. No turning back. I wanted punishment, salvation. He shed jacket, tie. Zipper down. His cock sprang out—huge, thick, veined. My knees buckled. First time seeing a man like him. Not my husband’s tired dick. Nervous swallow. He pressed my head down. Lips parted. The musky scent hit me. Saliva flooded. I took him in, clumsy, gagging as he pushed deeper. Heart hammered. Excitement surged—unknown territory. Throat stretched, tears streamed. But that smooth shaft… intoxicating.
He yanked me up. Hand shoved between my legs. Wet already, slick shame. ‘Excited slut,’ he sneered. Stripped bare himself—lean, tanned, muscled chest hairy just right. Older, but god, an Adonis. Nipples hardened under his pinch. Sharp jolts straight to my core. Gasps escaped. He shoved me on the bed. Legs splayed. Mouth devoured me—from asshole to clit. Tongue lashed. Fingers twisted tits. World exploded. First real orgasm ripped through—shudders, screams muffled. No faking. Then fingers inside, hooking hard. G-spot assaulted. Juices squirted, soaking sheets. Blackout bliss. Woke to hips gripped, ass up. Cockhead nudged my dripping pussy. Thrust in—deep, filling every inch. Viscera shifted. Pounded relentlessly. Slaps on reddening cheeks. Brain fried. Another peak crashed as he flooded me. Hot spurts deep. Legs quivered. Never felt so used, so complete.
The Approach
Shower after. Soapy hands explored his firm ass, my soapy curves. Finger in my asshole—first probe there. Bent over, he rammed in. Pain flared, then fire. Gripped tits, rubbed clit. Surprisingly, I came—anal waves crashing. Loved it. Him. Dressed him, heels on, naked downstairs. His ‘prescription’—fingers buried in ass, pussy, clit while dictating changes. Orgasms edged me. Relief mixed with ache. Innocence gone. No more lazy wife. New woman—cooking, walking, dieting. But deeper: awakened slut. Craved his cock, his commands. Life shifted. Debts cleared eventually, job at his office. Secret fucks. But that first time scarred my soul. Nervous girl died. Hungry beast born. Heart still races remembering. Worth every debt.
