Cyder With Rosie

So here I was, on the flight to Portland, Oregon coming to see Rosie. She had seen some of the stories I had written on the 'net and it had developed from there. She had invited me to stay for a while so here I was.

The flight was uneventful other than a perusal of her letters. They were enough to get me hard as I began to think of all the ways I could humiliate and control this woman. I took a taxi to her address and arrived at a pretty suburban house. It was the sort where you would expect prim and proper housewives to tend lovingly to their homes waiting for their well-paid husbands to return from a hard day at the office. You know: Perfectly maintained lawns surrounded by white picket fences.

I rang the doorbell and it was answered by an auburn haired, heavily busted woman. She had a broad smile and was about to say something (presumably "hi" or "welcome") when I raised my hands and pushed her back with my hands around her throat. Her eyes opened wide in horror as I closed the door with a swift kick and pushed her up against a wall.

She was choking: Her eyes looked like they could pop out of her head at any time. She raised her hands to mine, initially to try to stop my actions, but I was much stronger. After a short while of choking, I could see a hint of a smile. Her eyes were closed and it was almost a look of pleasure or contentment she was giving.

She dropped her hands and reached for her tits, through her blouse. She really was beginning to enjoy this. She rubbed them and squeezed her huge mammaries. They must have been at least a DDD. She undid several buttons on her blouse before her hands moved away and dropped to my crotch. Even in her distressed state, she was turned on sufficiently for her hard nipples to show through her bra and blouse. She rubbed me through the material of my trousers. I began to get hard over her physical distress. It was deeply gratifying to see this woman so turned on whilst being choked an strangled. I wished I could feel her cunt, I just knew she must be almost leaking pussy fluid.

Her knees collapsed slightly and she began to rub her crotch against my leg. God she was horny! I stopped strangling her abruptly and her eyes flicked open in disappointment.

"Get down on your knees, bitch and suck me," I commanded. She quickly undid my trousers and dropped my boxers to the floor. Without a word she complied with my instructions and enveloped my tool with her luscious lips. She began sucking for all she was worth. Taking it all in; lips right down to my pubic hair, cupping my balls with one hand and reaching round to my arse with the other to better enable her to swallow me.

"Look at me whilst you are sucking me, whore."

Her eyes flicked up and she continued to look at me as she sucked me furiously. She then removed my dick from her mouth up to the head. She swirled her tongue around my dickhead and then ran it up and down the sensitive underside, before returning to suck the tip. She then followed this by taking me wholly once more, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. I was getting close, I could tell: My balls started to tighten. She could tell as well and took my dick out of her mouth and sucked a ball into her mouth, first the left and then the right. She then ran her tongue up the underside once more before taking me deep throat just as I blasted a jet of cum into her throat. Then another. And then another. She eagerly sucked my dick trying to take as much as possible, but it was too much and some started to flow out of the corners of her mouth.

I withdrew and told her to open her mouth, with the cum still inside. I grabbed my camera phone and took several pictures of her contented, happy face with a mouth full of my cum. I slapped her.

"You really are a cum dump aren't you! Now get up."

She got up wondering what I was going to do with he next. At no point did she take her wondrous eyes off mine.

I grabbed her nipples and twisted them painfully. She let out a cry of pain, her knees buckled and her hands reached out for the wall behind her to steady herself. The cry of pain was replaced by moaning and her breathing was getting laboured. I didn't loosen my grip -- her face and neck were getting flushed, I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. With this I eased the pressure and then twisted hard once more eliciting a further cry of pain followed by one all together different as she came with a squirting orgasm.

"Oh thank You, Master."