Tim’s cock was bigger and slightly thicker than Simon’s, and she had missed it. She had also missed Tim’s brand of lovemaking. Simon was a gentler lover but there were times when she needed aggression. Times when she needed to be firmly taken; times when she needed to feel she was being forced into sex; times when she needed to feel that she was being used for another man’s pleasure; times when she needed to feel like a whore.

Tim was good at that. Tim had never been one to beat about the bush when it came to sex. Often he would walk in the door from work and grab her by the hand and take her upstairs for sex. Sometimes when he was really horny, he would take her there and then in whichever room she happened to be in at the time. It would be pointless to protest, too. When Tim wanted it he wanted it, and he would continue to strip her and fuck her despite her objections. Tim was also a selfish lover. He wouldn’t wait for her like Simon would. When Tim wanted to cum, he would cum. Fortunately, though, she almost always came at the same time. Tim gave her what she wanted and what she needed.

Now was no exception. As she lay across the table he gripped her hips tightly and thrust hard inside her. Her soft moans grew into loud ones as they increased. He released one hand and grabbed a handful of hair and tugged at it. “Come on, whore, move your ass!”

“Yes,” she groaned as she began to push against his thrusts.

Suddenly he reached for the paddle with his other hand and gave her a sharp slap across her right buttock. “Harder, WHORE!” he called out.

“Oooooooooooooooooh you bastard!” she called out as she pushed harder against him.

“That’s it, whore,” he told her. “Tell me how much you have missed being my whore!”

The intensity of his thrusts increased and she knew he was close to cumming. “I ain’t waiting for you slut!” he told her.

It was too late. Tim groaned loudly and she felt his cum gush inside her. Moments later she began to cry out loudly as her own orgasm erupted.

A few minutes later he uncuffed her and helped her to her feet. “I have missed you,” he told her, as he kissed her.

“Missed you too,” she responded, a little surprised at his moment of tenderness.

Again she was a little surprised. Tim had never asked her that before. She shook her head. He kissed her again and then suggested dinner. “I… I don’t think it would be a good idea!” she told him.

“I thought we could celebrate the divorce and you could give me that advice,” he replied.

He kissed her again. “You don’t think I would seek your services without paying, do you?”

“And I suppose that