I Meet Clara

Clara looks like many of the women we see everyday. I take a chance and start dating her.

I met Clara at a friend’s barbecue two years ago. She was helping the hostess bring out some fruit. Clara was about 30 pounds overweight, dressed in old clothes even though it was in the middle of the summer heat and wearing no makeup. Even with the baggy clothes, you could see she had large tits, a bit of a belly and a fat ass.

I went and spoke with her during the barbecue and she seemed shy. When I asked to meet her for coffee, she agreed although rather timidly.

Our first coffee date went as well as can be expected. Clara was divorced twice, raising a 15-year old daughter and worked as an evening manager at a local large motel. We made plans to go out to dinner later in the week. At dinner, Clara told me about her life. She married for the first time at 18, a marriage that lasted only three years. She married to get out of the house and away from an uncle that molested her since she was 14 on a weekly basis. Her first husband barely worked and was an alcoholic with the relationship ending in divorce. One year later, Clara married her second husband, the father of her daughter. She said that marriage ended when she arrived home to find him in bed with another man sticking his cock up her husband’s ass.

Clara invited me to dinner at her house for the third date. Her daughter, Margie, was spending the weekend with her father. Dinner was fine and after two bottles of wine, we ended the date in the bedroom. Clara just laid there while I fucked her through a mound of pussy hair. I went home afterward, not spending the night.
Two days later, Clara showed up at my house, asking why I had failed to call her and if we were going to continue to date. Sitting on the couch, I explained to Clara I was not looking for a typical girlfriend but a submissive whore to be used and physically punished. Clara immediately became upset, called me a pervert and stormed out.

Early the next morning, I received a text asking me to come to Clara’s house. Upon arrival, Clara had me come in and sit down. She explained she was sorry she became upset and left and asked me for more information about what I was looking for. Rather than explain, I grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. I opened her drawers, pulling out the typical bras and grannie panties. As she stood there, I grabbed some scissors and started to cut all of her underwear to pieces, explaining only thongs would be allowed and bras on rare occasions. As she stood there in shock, I told Clara she would be sleeping with men on a weekly basis, would perform disgusting (in her mind) acts and would be punished if my wishes were not followed through.

Clara did not say anything for minutes. She finally took a step forward.
“I agree,” she said finally.

“Your first thing to do is to get rid of that overgrown bush down there,” I said. “Get your ass in the shower and shave that thing bare.”

Clara walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turned on the shower. I gave it a few minutes and walked in behind her. Clara looked shocked I was in the bathroom as she was just starting to shave her bush. I stood there and watched as her hair went down the drain and her fat pussy lips finally started to show. She finally finished, standing under the water.

“Now,” I said, “masturbate yourself to an orgasm.”

“I cant do that in front of you,” she said.

I grabbed a wet Clara out of the shower, dragging her back to the bed. Grabbing her wet hair, I forced her to bend over and pulled my belt out of my pants. Clara started to struggle but I forced her head down on the bed while folding the belt in half.

“First lesson is you never say no to me,” I yelled out.

The first strike of the belt came down hard on her ass with her trying to twist away. Clara started to scream as I continued to rain down strikes on her ass and legs with the belt. Her skin became an ugly shade of red on her butt as I continued to beat the raw, wet skin. After about 20 swats, I let her stand up. Tears were streaming down her face and she was breathing heavy.

“Now, lie down on the bed and play with yourself,” I barked.

Clara looked at me, trying to decide if she could do this. Slowly, she backed up to the bed, falling back and opening up her legs. Her hand slowly crept towards the now bald pussy and started to massage the outer lips. Her fingers circled her clit and I could see the inside of her cunt was already wet. First one and then two of her fingers disappeared inside her pussy as she started to hump her hand.

“All the way,” I said. “Make yourself cum.”
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