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I'd found him on craigslist. A 57 year old plump farmer-type with short grey hair and an ample waistline. He'd only ever had sex with his wife - on her back in the dark - and wanted to try something more exciting. I'd been training her for a while and thought he was an excellent start. We met in a cafe and I showed him her pictures. I could see he got hard for her then. I let him choose an outfit and spent the next two days looking though her things trying to find a match for what he wanted. Now we were in the hotel room waiting for him to arrive. She didn't even know who he was or anything about him. I unpacked her clothes and told her to put them on. She started by putting on the sheer tight top then the tiny see thru thong. She attached the suspenders to the top and then put on the sheer black stockings. She put on her red lipstick and then was just slipping into the high black patent peep-toe slingback heels as I heard the knock. I let him in and he looked her up and down as he took off his farmers tweed jacket. I had instructed him on how to behave with her - but not directed him too much. He moved forward and began to put his hand towards her ass as she stood there breathing quickly with her heart racing. I could tell that she found him less than attractive. And I knew she would like that I picked someone like him to be her first violation. He hesitated but I nodded and he grabbed her ass hard, pushing her up onto her tip-toes in her heel momentarily. Then he took her shoulders and pushed her backwards until she was sat on the bed. His hand began to explore - slowly at first then hungrily all over her pert tits and face then down to her wet cunt. He felt her for a moment through the barely-there material then pushed it aside with his fingers and let one slip through the top of her shaved crack. "Is she wet?" I asked. "very" he replied. "Good girl" I said, patting her on the head. "She's ready - do you mind if I video you fucking her?" "Err..." he hesitated again. "Oh sorry" I said, passing him a black woolen balaclava that I had forgotten on the side. He slipped it on, looking like a naked and aroused bank robber. I started the camera as he pushed her back onto the bed, making her gasp. He rubbed his chubby cock a couple of times then took hold of her stockinged legs and pushed them apart. "Spread girl" I reminded. She opened them wider exposing her soft wet cunt. He slipped his cock in, stopping to rub the tip on her clit a few times as he went. She moaned as he slipped in with moist ease. He began to fuck slowly at first, but firmly. Ending each slow forward stroke with a firm slap of his pubis and hips against the flat surface made by the centre of her spread legs. Then he slowly began to increase in speed and power, building slowly to a forceful, aggressive pounding within only minutes. He put his weight right down onto her, forcing her legs still wider and held her wrists above her head as his abdomen slapped against her tummy and his cock plowed into her wet hole. Her high heels rocked back and forth above her as she was fucked harder and harder. She was crying now, trying not to come, gasping for air - concentrated on the feeling of being violated and the shame of wanting to come on another man's hard dick. "She's nearly there" I said, holding the camera steady to capture the moment. He continued his pounding assault on my wife's tight little pussy for a few more moments then I saw her tense up and throw her head back. She shuddered and her intense, shameful orgasm was obvious and powerful. He felt the pulsing, tightening feeling from her cunt around his throbbing cock and began to come himself. He grimaced and then shot pump after pump of hot spunk into her. He had told me that he was a very heavy comer, and she could feel him filling her up as his cock twitched rhythmically for what seemed like minutes. He withdrew and I videoed the thin strand of cum from the tip of his cock stretching from her now-gaping and dripping pussy. She became still, but he looked at her legs and shoes and started to rub himself hard again. As she lay there spent, fucked and exhausted, he wanked slowly over her legs, coming with less gusto, but just as much come. He held one of her legs up and the spunk pushed it's way repeatedly over her stockinged ankle and foot, the black patent leather of her shoes shining with his fluid. Then he put her leg down and I told her to clean him. She took his flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked off the remaining seaman and cleaned him thoughtfully with her tongue. He put on his clothes, leaving her sat on the end of the bed, tears on her face, wetting the bed clothes with her dripping cunt. He threw me the mask. "Next week same time?" he asked. "sure" i said - "bring a friend".