Catherine's Big Day Ch. 02

Catherine tried to recover herself after a few moments as she sought to bring Dario off quickly, her only hope to end this ordeal and get him out of her bed and house. But the last vestiges of control, already slipping away, were then ripped to shreds as Dario took charge.

Suddenly, Dario flipped Catherine over onto her back like a ragdoll, lifting her legs up to an acute angle keeping her ankles crossed with his hands while he knelt by her slick, exposed fanny. His cock never left her as he repositioned Catherine for his enjoyment. Dario kept Catherine pinned down with one hand as he knelt back, rotating his hips and using his cock to stretch her hole, While it wasn't deep, it was skillful and the sensations were unreal. Dario showed a skill and touch she hadn't thought he possessed. The smooth, rhythmic rotations of his hips explored Catherine's cunt in new, unfamiliar ways.

Ten minutes of this exquisite torture passed and, when Catherine involuntarily blurted out that another orgasm was close, Dario again changed position, pushing her legs back even further while slipping her ankles over his shoulders. Her knees mashing her tits and she panted for breath, struggling with the uncomfortable angle. Catherine was now helpless to resist his deep thrusting, and Dario took full advantage as he buried his cock into her with no resistance. He pulled out till the tip of his head was barely touching her lips, then plunged down, filling her completely while his smile mocked her helplessness. Catherine squirmed, trying to adjust and adapt, to limit his control, but she couldn't budge Dario's muscular frame. He was too strong, and had her exactly where he wanted her.

As she struggled, a horrifying realisation crept over Catherine. She had assumed she knew guys like Dario. Twenty minutes earlier she thought she'd been in control, quickly hatefucking him so she could get this over with. She thought she was managing him, managing this situation. Now she realised he had just been indulging her, biding his time. From the meeting to his office to her bedroom, Dario had always been in control. All her planning and preparation had been useless. He was now returning the favour five times as hard as she ever could, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Dario built up his pace to a furious rhythm, powerfucking Catherine with deep, brutal strokes, leaving her drained and gasping for breath. Each stroke drove his cock into her up to the hilt. Catherine's sopping cunt, previously resistant, now accommodated Dario's dick without question. Her ability to mask both her discomfort and pleasure was slowly slipping away as Dario's cock plunged deep inside her, his balls slapping wildly against her arse.

"Ugggh...ugghhhh...mmnnnn."

He scooped his hands under her shoulders and lifter her closer to him, increasing the strain and angle on her body further to the point where she could barely breathe. Their faces were no more than a few inches apart as Dario continued mercilessly drilling her. Catherine's soaked fanny squelched loudly at the relentless fucking, but Catherine was beyond shame now. She wriggled and squirmed to reduce Dario's hold, but it was useless. She was unable to do anything except let Dario fuck her silly.

After a few minutes Catherine had taken as much punishment as she could handle. This time there was no gritted teeth, no hissed resistance to her own pleasure. Catherine lost control, loudly moaning and grunting as Dario pumped her fanny to the most overwhelming orgasm she'd ever had. Her nails clawed at Dario's back as she quivered and shook beneath him. Moments later Dario reached his own climax. His back straightened and he plunged his cock into her up to the hilt once more, leaving it throbbing inside her as his seed flooded into the straining condom. Catherine's head was a mess, and amidst the chaos a flicker of disappointment shot across her mind, amongst the guilt and self-loathing, as she milked Dario's cock, but felt none of the reward, instead held prisoner in the bulging rubber.

Dario slowly pulled out, and rose up from the bed. The condom drooped obscenely off the end of his dick, swollen with a huge load of cum. He walked over to the towel rail, took John's blue towel and started drying the sweat from his chest, legs and balls. Catherine staggered off the bed towards the ensuite, trying to regain her composure. Her legs were unsteady and she wobbled across the bedroom, grabbing the door frame for support. She saw herself in the bathroom mirror and was overcome with guilt and shame. Her face was flushed and her makeup ruined. Her chest was crimson and her breasts rose and fell under a thin sheen of sweat as she still panted for breath. Her dark auburn pubic hair, normally full but neatly shaped, was a matted, ragged mess, sodden with her juices.

Catherine felt her confidence draining away as she tried to pull herself together. She thought she could play Dario at his own game, but Dario had clearly done this a lot. She now realised the experience gap between them. He knew exactly how to handle someone like her, physically and psychologically, and she didn't have a clue what to do about it. The way he had turned the tables on her physically had left her deeply shaken. She'd never been fucked like that. But now it was over. He had got what he asked for, and she was determined to make him leave.

Now a little steadier of body and mind, Catherine slowly made her way back into the bedroom, where Dario was standing by the dresser. He'd taken the condom off and tied it. It was a third full of creamy white seed. Catherine had never seen so much cum before. He tied the rubber off, put it down and walked over to her.

"I...I think you should leave." she stammered. "I gave you what you wanted, now just go." She tried to sound firm and determined, but she lacked conviction, and her newfound brittleness was clear.

"That's a shame. I thought we were having fun...you certainly were." he smirked, motioning to the large dark damp patch on the bed sheets. Catherine blushed "Why don't we make this a regular thing."

"I can't do that. I'm...i'm married. This can't happen again."

"You know...Annie said exactly the same, but she couldn't keep away," he added, in a seemingly throwaway remark that was anything but. Catherine bristled at the mention of her close friend. Anger and indignation welled up inside her at Dario's gall in bringing up her best friend's name, as well as his refusal to take his 'victory' and just leave.

"Your full of shit Dario. I've known Annie five years and she'd never let you near her you sleezy prick. Tom's twice the man you'll ever be," she snorted at him defiantly.

"Is that so?" Dario said, a thin smile curling his lips. "How well do you really know her, Cat?" He walked over to his trousers and pulled out his phone. He swiped for a few seconds and handed it to Catherine. "She doesn't look so reluctant there, does she?"

The picture made Catherine feel physically queasy, like someone had punched her in the gut. Annie, her best friend in the office and the kindest, sweetest woman she knew, was kneeling on the floor of a room, naked, her face covered in a thick coating of Dario's cum. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue hung out, displaying several large globs of sperm. It was in her hair, smeared on her small, perky tits. Between her legs it dripped from her bushy pubic hair. It was everywhere. In a sick twist Dario had written "Dario's Cum Slut" across her chest in bright red lipstick. Her eyes stared into the distance. She looked utterly exhausted and defeated.

Panic raced through Catherine's mind. She realised she had badly underestimated Dario. This was moving way beyond a dirty office secret and becoming something darker and more sinister. Dario didn't just want the sex. He already had that. He clearly wanted more, to control her, to use her. And if he could corrupt poor Annie, then who knew what he was capable of. Catherine didn't have a plan for this, and she didn't know what to do now. What was left of her confidence evaporated.

With Catherine looking confused and distracted, Dario leaned forward and baited Catherine with a near-whisper, "I had her squirting by the end."

Catherine's anguish and temper boiled over, "You're a piece of fucking shit," she screeched at him, leaning forward to strike him, but Dario saw it coming. As the plump redhead lunged towards him, Dario grabbed her hand and twisted it down behind her back. He used her momentum against her and forced her forward onto the bed and onto her knees, face down. He held her in place firmly with one hand. With his spare hand, Dario leant down and scooped up Catherine's discarded underwear. "You've got quite the mouth on you Cat." He balled up the knickers and fed them to Catherine, stuffing them through reluctant lips until they filled her mouth. He leant in and seethed in her ear, "I prefer you a little quieter." Catherine was flustered and overpowered and couldn't wriggle free. She had no choice but to relent, and she slumped into the covers. Dario positioned himself behind her, and ploughed back into her fanny without hesitation.

Successfully gagged and submissively positioned, Catherine was where he wanted her. Dario had deliberately maneuvered her across from the mirrored wardrobes, so that she could witness every second of her humiliation with her own eyes. Dario built up a rhythm and then he lifted Catherine's arms up, held out and angled behind to force her torso upright from the sheets, jutting out in front of him. Her big breasts flapped helplessly back and forth, and her arse rippled with every deep thrust. It was uncomfortable, and Catherine hated the way her juddering flesh was on show. It was another demonstration of Dario's complete dominance over her.

Dario's mood had clearly changed. She felt he had generally been broadly respectful and businesslike initially, but since the photo of Annie he'd turned demanding, rough and cruel. The comments were more poisonous, the hands and slaps rougher, the thrusts sharper. Any consideration for her was clearly gone. With Catherine unable to do anything other than submit to him, Dario began to sadistically taunt the panting redhead as he pumped her.

"I like you Catherine. Your an accomplished, strong woman. Watching you struggle, watching your disdain for me drip off your tongue, and yet still seeing you on your hands and knees for me ... I'll be honest Cat, it's been fucking delicious to watch," he sneered cruelly as he picked up his pace. He fucked her, without break or mercy, for 20 minutes. It was a relentless pounding, and she was amazed at Dario's stamina. Sweating profusely, he never lost his rhythm. It wore Catherine down, exhausting her physically and mentally, her mind slowly slipped into disarray as her orgasms racked up, but she had lost all will to deny and resist, and they just washed over her, pulsing through her as her muffled cries filled the room. Her fanny, tight and resistant for so long, was now loose and rubbery, fully and noisily accommodating Darios hard dick. His huge, slimy balls slapped forcefully against her clit.

Catherine wanted to spit obscenities at him, but, unable to dislodge her gag, she wailed impotently into her own, bunched underwear that filled her mouth. The taunting and the pounding were slowly crushing her, draining her remaining physical strength and mental resilience. She was fast approaching her limits. Her mind drifted as Dario continued, his only mercy was letting her flop down and bury her head in the sheets. It was only a temporary respite, before the situation got exponentially worse.

"You're late John, I thought you'd have been home by now, today of all days. Cat and I have been here for hours."

Suddenly Catherine snapped out of her haze. All the guilt and shame and self-loathing she had been holding at bay came flooding back, and she buried her head deeper into the covers, not daring to look round. Dario didn't give her the choice. Following a swift smack on her arse, she felt his hand run through her hair and grasp a tight knot, lifting her head up and round till she was facing her husband. John looked utterly devastated. His face white as a sheet, he stood in the doorway eyes agog. His hand trembled slightly. He was silent.

She wanted to explain, to show him how sorry she was, but her gag turned her words to gibberish. Dario's cock sprung out of her slack fanny with a revolting slurp, followed by a loud queef that dropped Catherine's head with shame. He got off the bed and approached John, talking to him about her promotion, taunting him as he had done to her. Catherine, in her dazed and exhausted state, barely picked up a word of it. She saw Dario force John to look at her, to observe how he had broken his wife. He told John to strip too and watch him finish. Catherine watched disbelieving as her husband meekly obeyed, without a hint of defiance.

Dario walked back over to the bed, reached for her mouth and took the underwear gag from it, tossing it in John's direction. She couldn't get the words out fast enough before Dario maneuvered her head down and onto his stiff cock. She tried to fight it but it was hopeless, so she sucked her boss' cock under the gaze of her distraught husband. Soon Dario grabbed bunches of her hair and began thrusting roughly into her mouth, facefucking the helpless redhead as she gagged, struggling to keep up. During this display of abject degradation, Dario taunted John, boasting about Annie and how he had turned Tom into a cocksucker. It was too much for Catherine to bear. It was clear that she was now being used purely as a tool to humiliate her husband.

Dario withdrew from Catherine's mouth, and she coughed and sputtered as she tried to regain a modicum of dignity. He then led Catherine, on her hands and knees, across the bed until her rear was directly in line with John's view, no more than six feet away. Catherine braced herself for more humiliation, with Dario clearly trying to ensure that John got a front row seat for another brutal fucking. She waited, head down, rear in the air, for Dario to make his move. He spat on his fingers and rubbed it between her arse cheeks. Catherine panicked, instantly realising what Dario had planned for her. He meant to fuck her arse. She tried to squirm free, but a big hand on her back kept her held down.

While John had frequently pestered her for anal sex, Catherine had always refused. She felt it degrading, all about male dominance and forcing women to be submissive. The feminist in her could never bring herself to do it. The thought that Dario may simply bugger her, right there and then, just because he could, drove her to desperation.

"Please, Dario... not my arse...please don't fuck my arse," she trembled as his fingers pushed against her quivering hole. But he didn't care. There was no respite, no relief. Dario pushed his fingers inside her. At first one, then two, finally three big, meaty fingers twisting and probing, stretching her bum, preparing it for the inevitable. Dario's fingers worked up a rhythm, pistoning in and out, getting her ready to take his cock. He brought his free hand round to gently flick Catherine's engorged clit. Taken by surprise a soft moan distracted her momentarily, but Dario's touch was just to tease. He left her clit and administered a swift slap of her arse cheek.

Dario removed his fingers from Catherine's now greasy hole and climbed up onto the bed. He mounted her, legs each side of her hips, cock directly above her arse, making sure John could see every last detail of his wife's anal defiling. He kept a hand firmly on her back to keep her in her place, while Dario directed his cock towards her arsehole. She felt a surge of defiance, a last attempt to resist and salvage some pride. He had taken everything else that he wanted, but she was determined not to let him sodomise her while her husband watched. Catherine tensed her muscles, presenting a tight barrier to Dario's intentions.

She felt him spit again, directly onto her sphincter, and used his cock to rub in the extra lubricant. He pressed against her slowly but firmly, using his weight to lean into her, increasing the pressure on her arsehole. It was unbearable, but Catherine persisted, tensing again, trying to keep him out, trying to finally deny him. The standoff continued for a minute longer. Then, slowly, but surely, Caterine lost her final battle with Dario. His vigorous fingering had done its job. Catherine's arsehole was looser and more accommodating than normal, and the copious lube did the rest. She couldn't keep it tight and tense forever and Dario's cock head started to spread her hole open. Her slick arsehole widened to the point of no return, and she couldn't hold him back any longer.

Catherine let out a desperate, low wail as her arehole finally buckled and enveloped Dario's cock head, her sphincter stretching round his engorged glans. He waited for what seemed like an age, allowing her to become accustomed to his unfamiliar girth. Slowly, Dario began to push down, a little at a time, slowly forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Catherine's rectum. Even after the pain faded, Catherine was overwhelmed by uncomfortable sensations. She felt unpleasantly stuffed and stretched, as if Dario's cock was a part of her.

After a few minutes of slow progress, Dario was almost completely buried in her arse, his heavy balls resting on her fanny. Catherine was utterly deflated, her resistance completely broken. She buried her head in the sheets and offered no further defiance.

Her mind was a flurry of anger, loathing and shame. Catherine hated Dario, for what he had done to her, and what he had inflicted on Annie. She reserved her anger for John, naked on his knees across the room. He had simply capitulated without argument, obeying Dario instead of defending her honor. With Dario pinning her down and noisily sodomising her, his meek inaction made her blood boil. Ultimately, though, her shame was most intense. She had thought she could handle Dario but she had been outthought, She had fought to keep her dignity, her body and her mind with every ounce of strength, but it hadn't been enough. Dario had taken her defences apart a piece at a time, every plan she erected he had torn down.

She looked up into the mirror and briefly caught John's gaze. His eyes were glazed and empty. She tried to plead with hers, but Dario drove his cock down deep into her, and she was lost again, loudly grunting as she struggled with the strange, overpowering sensations. Dario then grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, close to his. He started whispering filth in her ear:

"No one will ever fuck you like this. Soon you will be begging for my cock again."

"I'm going to turn John like I turned Tom. Soon he'll be slurping your cunt juice from my cock."

Catherine moaned helplessly at the fate of her husband. After everything Dario had done, and John hadn't, it felt inevitable

"No condom now Cat, I'm going to fill your arse with my cum."

"Soon Jane will have you too. You and Annie together. She'll dyke you both."

Every whispered suggestion garnered an animalistic response. She had lost the ability to control herself. She grunted and moaned meaninglessly at Dario's taunts. Catherine was completely losing her mind - she just couldn't handle this huge cock in her arse. The sensations were overwhelming, far too strong for her to bear. Now she just wanted Dario to cum and thus end her suffering. She sought to encourage Dario to finish with words she could scarcely believe she was uttering:

"I want you to fucking own me."

Upon hearing her surrender, Dario drove his cock all the way into her arse, every last inch buried in her rectum. It only took a few moments of this before Catherine was overwhelmed by her first anal orgasm. "Oh fuck...ohfuck..oh fuuuuuck," she chanted uncontrollably as an uncomfortable, shaking orgasm overtook her. Not a minute later, Dario joined her, straightening and stiffening as he grabbed her shoulders and buried his cock up to the hilt one last time.