Chapter 11
Rosalie was definitely impressed with the size of the estate to which her latest escort, Alfred Vance, had brought her. Alfred was somewhat portly, a bit older than her previous husband, and obviously crazy about her. He had lavished an expensive sapphire necklace on her after their first meeting. She had "paid him for it," with her body, and as a result he had lavished yet another present on her, a diamond choker. Now he was showing her the estate where he supposedly lived. It was, in reality, Roger's estate.
Both Shana Kreutzer and Andrea Sheppard had been slipped sleeping pills and were fast asleep in their respective bedrooms that evening when Alfred brought Rosalie to the estate. He showed her around most of the mansion, creating the impression he was far wealthier than the husband she was in the process of divorcing. He was also a bachelor, and Rosalie knew, in order to snare him, she would have to bed down with him a few more times. The only problem was, she preferred her own apartment because she knew it was safe there. Still, this mansion appeared safe enough to her, and when Alfred proposed that she stay the night, asking her to sleep with him in what was purported to be the master bedroom, but was in reality another guest room monitored by closed circuit TV, Rosalie consented. Everything she and Alfred did in that bed was recorded on video tape.
It therefore came as a surprise to Rosalie when she seated herself in the breakfast room the following morning, and Alfred Vance was no longer there. Instead, she found herself facing Roger Starr.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, imperiously.
Roger looked her over from top to bottom. She still hadn't changed, not even a little bit. Her hair was dark-brown and combed straight down below her shoulders. She had a high wave in front above her forehead, but at no time did she cover her forehead since she believed a high forehead denoted superior intelligence. Her nose was straight, neither long nor short, and she had two piercing dark-brown eyes. Her cheeks were almost sallow and she had spewed verbal venom for many years. According to her lovers, she knew how to kiss with those lips, but Rosalie had still never sucked a cock. This was a situation Roger intended remedying.
Rosalie had full breasts, like Andrea and Gaby, but she had thick nipples that prominently thrust themselves against the fabric of whatever clothing she was wearing. In this instance she was wearing a sheer negligee she had brought in an overnight case, along with a satin nightgown. Her waist wasn't as slender as Andrea's, and she had fuller hips. Her legs were long and strong, but then Roger suspected they had to be strong to have clamped themselves around so many men.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Roger.
"I live here," Roger replied.
"But Mr. Vance...Alfred...."
"Is a friend of mine," Roger smiled, standing.
He was wearing a white dress shirt, but no tie as yet, and he had on the gray slacks to his suit.
"Just what is it you want?" Rosalie asked.
"Not here," he told her. "I think you and I had better go into my den where we can discuss things in a civilized way."
"Roger, there is nothing civilized about you," Rosalie insisted. "You've lost a lot of weight, look exceptionally human, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still the fat little jerk from school."
"You've never regarded anyone else as being your equal," Roger shrugged. "Believe me, in your case, the old adage about sticks and stones really applies."
"May I ask just why you had your so-called friend bring me here?" Rosalie taunted. "Did you think I wouldn't eventually find out about this deception?"
"On the contrary, I knew you would," he smiled, folding his arms. "In fact, I wanted you to find out."
"Can we discuss this over breakfast?" she asked.
"I don't think you should eat breakfast yet," he told her. "If you did, you'd probably upchuck, and I don't think either of us wants that, do we?"
"You're talking in riddles again, Roger."
"Come with me," Roger insisted. "I'll make everything perfectly clear."
Sighing, Rosalie shrugged and allowed herself to be led through the house to a small private den. Roger shut the door, and, without Rosalie's realizing it, locked the door. He showed her the huge projection TV screeen, and she shrugged, saying, "Let's stop playing games, Roger. Just what's on your pea-brained mind?"
"Rosalie, you're an out-and-out bitch," Roger told her. "You've lived your life as a fairy tale for the most part, a spoiled little rich girl in the beginning, who became a spoiled rich teenager, and then became a spoiled wealthy working woman until you were able to marry into wealth. All that time you ran roughshod over anyone and anything in your way. Well, the fairy tale is going to come to an end, Rosalie. Instead of the poor girl becoming rich and living happily ever after, the rich girl is going to become poor, and live miserably ever after. The only question is, just what degree of misery will you choose. It's going to be up to you."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Rosalie asked.
"Well, to begin with, you're about to lose your suit against your ex-husband for all those millions of dollars," Roger smirked. "The big question is, shall I allow you to find yourself another job here in the U.S. and possibly let you eventually marry some poor working stiff, or shall I send you to a Tijuana whorehouse? I mean, you'll never be missed, Rosalie. If you don't turn up after today, the only one asking questions will be your lawyer, and not even he knows you came here last night. You know, I think I've changed my mind. Forget about being allowed to stay in this country. After today, you'll either be working in that Mexican whorehouse, or in an Algerian brothel. The difference is, you'll last about five years longer in Mexico. I mean, they have doctors down there who can give you shots of penicillin every time you get a dose of clap or syphilis. In Algiers you wouldn't survive for even one year."
"You must be out of your mind," Rosalie insisted. "Suppose you allow me to go and dress so I can leave."
"You'll leave," Roger nodded, "when I'm ready for you to leave. What's more, you'll be leaving either for Algiers or Tijuana. I'll be reasonable about it though, and let you got to Tijuana, if you beg hard enough and perform certain sexual functions I have in mind."
"Oh?" Rosalie asked, her eyes glittering with hardness, knowing her best bet might be to play along with this mad man until she was clear of this place, after which she would be able to call the police and press charges against him.
"The sweet Rosalie Baum is going to do something with me she's never done with any other man," Roger smirked. "She's going to suck my cock."
Rosalie let out a loud, audible gasp at his salacious remark, and for the first time felt cold shivers charging insanely up and down her backbone. This man had to be totally out of his mind. Did he, for a single moment believe that she would stoop to anything like that? More important, did he think she would do something like that with him of all people, the most disgusting male she had ever known? She had never done something like that for her husband. She certainly wasn't going to demean herself in front of this monster.
"I think you must be mad, Roger," she shrugged, presenting a calm exterior while within she was boiling mad. "Have you any idea just what it is you're saying?"
"Oh, yes," he nodded. "I'm well aware you've never done anything like that in your life before. You think it to degrading. Well you might as well get used to it, Rosalie. In your new life, you'll be making a career out of sucking cocks. So I'm offering you the opportunity to take mine into your mouth and suck on it until I shoot the gobs of sperm down your lovely throat."
The horrified young woman stood there, feeling herself unable to move for the moment. He was deadly serious, and she might, she just might have to oblige him if only to escape from this madhouse. Still, she might be able to brazen her way out of here. She had to make the effort. There was no real way to deal with a crazy man, but she had to try, to think of something.
"How dare you speak to me in that imperious tone of voice," she snapped, her own tone more commanding than ever. "I used to think you were only partially insane. Now I realize you're completely out of your mind. There's no way on earth you'll ever get me to do such a vile and disgusting thing."
"There's a way," he assured her. "Believe me, there's a way. I brought you into this particular room for a reason."
"You'd better unlock that door this moment, or I'll scream so loud, the police force back in Cleveland will here me," she told him. "Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"I know who and what I am," he smirked. "I also know who and what you are. You are about to become the most accomplished cocksucker in the world, and I'm giving you the honor of practicing first on me."
"You can drop dead, first," she insisted, shivering. "Now you open that door and let me out of here."
"Certainly," he nodded, and he unlocked the door. "However, before you go, you might like to see this little videotape I made last night."
"Videotape? What are you talking about?" she asked.
"This one," he said, casually taking the tape cartridge from a drawer and plugging it into the projection machine. "At first glance it looks like one of those cheap porno movies, but after a while you get that feeling of realism no script can project."
"I don't know what kind of doctored tape you have in mind," she gasped, "but it won't fool anyone. My lawyer will discredit anything you might try using against me."
He smugly smiled at her as he turned on the machine, and Rosalie found herself standing aginst the high arm of a nearby sofa in order to keep from falling. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and what she saw and heard terrified her.
There she was, in bed with Alfred Vale, with occasional close-up views of his massive penis plunging in and out of her cunt, and the camera occasionally panned to the night table beside the bed, on which there was a calendar clock, showing not only the time, but the day and date in large digital figures. Occasionally the camera focused on her face, showing how much she was enjoying herself. But the important thing was, the close-ups of her face, her breasts, and her cunt were enough to prove it was she in that bed and not some woman being rung in for her.
A close-up of her vagina showed sperm leaking out as Alfred Vale finished coming inside her. Then the limp penis pulled out, and Rosalie sat up in bed and kissed Alfred longingly.
"You're quite a woman," Alfred was saying. "Your husband is a fool to let you go."
"He's not letting me go, I'm letting him go," Rosalie shrugged. "I never loved him, anyway. I only married him for his money."
"Well, how do I know you're not interested in me for the same reason," Alfred was saying.
"Don't be ridiculous, darling," Rosalie replied. "I'll be getting all that lovely money shortly from my ex, so this time I'll be marrying strictly for love. My husband was always a stupid fool, anyway."
"Oh?" Alfred asked.
"Certainly. I cheated on him countless times since we were married, but I was careful not to let him find out. I would never cheat on you, Alfred. You're so much more macho than that fool I married."
"Didn't you ever love him?" Alfred asked.
"I told you," Rosalie repeated. "All I wanted was his money. I never cared about him. Now I'm about to get half of everything he owns, and I'll never have to worry about money again."
"Well?" Roger asked, looking at Rosalie.
'That's enough!" she gasped, terror making her tremble as she slid from the arm of the sofa onto the cushion. "Turn the damn thing off!" It would be all the evidence her husband needed to keep from paying her a dime. Not only that, but the film, shown in certain circles, would definitely insure her never being able to mingle with people of wealth again. It was one thing for a woman to marry for money. Many wives had done just that. But to be stupid enough to come out and admit it...well, that was rank idiocy.
"What do you want to suppress that tape?" she asked.
"Suppress it?" he smirked. "Don't be ridiculous."
"You know I'll do anything if you don't show that tape," she insisted. "Anything!"
"Fine!" he nodded. "The second thing you're going to do is make a tape in which you'll give up all claims to your husband's property. If nothing else, this will mean it won't be necessary for me to use the first tape, and someday, perhaps ten or fifteen years from now, you might find some way to re-surface in society and possibly marry wealthily again. After all, the years of experience you're about to undergo in a Mexican whorehouse will really stand you in good stead."
"You said something about that being the second thing I'm going to do," Rosalie muttered. "What's the first?"
"I told you," he replied, his dark eyes burning with lust. "You're going to suck my cock. You'll do anything else I want, as well. The fat little boy is striking back with a vengeance, Rosalie."
"You're the most disgusting human being I've ever known," Rosalie insisted. "My instincts about you were correct, right from the start."
"I wish my instincts about you had been right," he shrugged. "If I'd known what a whore you were from the start, I'd had set up a gang-bang on you, and that would have insured my getting that drama award. At least you'll have the pleasure of knowing you kept that from me."
The beautiful woman felt the tears behind her eyes, but refused to let them flow. She wouldn't let this monster of a man be aware of just how much he was affecting her. Somehow, in some way, she would revenge herself on him. Tremors of fear violently shuddered through her quivering body. In a way it was her own fault. She had been stupid enough to try and seduce a man in what she believed was his own bedroom. How was she to know she was the victim of an even more depraved man? Unfortunately she had let her greed get in the way of common sense, and now she was going to pay for it in spades.
"Now, suppose you and I have a little fun together, Rosalie," Roger smiled. "I mean, considering all the men who have seen that naked body of yours, I think it time you displayed it in front of me. True I've seen it on tape, but it's not like seeing it in the flesh."
The man's latest insulting remarks were absorbed quietly by the bitterly angry woman, inwardly still somewhat numb from having seen that videotape he had shown her. She knew better than to try and destroy it. He probably already had copies. She stared at him blankly for a moment, sardonic bitterness hardening her mouth, her eyes filling themselves with hatred. He wanted her to remove everything? Why not? It didn't matter for the moment, did it? She was completely in his power. Resistance on her part would have been completely foolish. Not that she felt she was receiving some kind of just punishment. This was one of those unfair jokes life often played on one. Until now, it had never happened to her, but Rosalie realized at this moment she was no less vulnerable to destiny than anyone else. One day, and she didn't know when, her luck would change for the better.
"All right," she finally nodded. "You have me where you want me. You know I'll do anything you say."
"Excellent, excellent," he nodded. "You know, I've never had any sexual pleasure in this room before. I think this ought to be the perfect place for our tryst," and he gestured for her to remove her negligee and nightgown. At the same time he hurriedly removed his own clothing, revealing the hardness of his naked body, and the thickness of his semi-inflated cock. "Come on, come on, off with everything and walk around a little bit. Strut, let me see the snobbish Rosalie displayed at her naked best."
Shrugging, the dark-haired woman unbuttoned her negligee and let it slip from her shoulders. She didn't try to be sexy about it as she often did when removing her clothing in front of other men. She did it slowly, but uncaringly, almost sloppily, trying hard to make herself look unappetizing, though in her own mind she found that difficult. After all, she did regard herself as being special.
Now totally naked, she remained seated for the moment, her arms dangling in front of her, hiding her full breasts and the culvert between her thighs, a culvert topped by sparse amounts of brown hair one shade lighter than the hair on her head.
"On your feet," he insisted.
She rose, and in doing so, lifted her chin, as if in defiance of him. Let him look! Let him handle her if he had to, but let him know that at no time would she be a willing party to anything he wanted to do with her. There was no way on earth he would get her to enjoy him. "Now," he told her. "Wiggle that ass, walk around, start practicing to be a whore, because that's what you're going to be."
"I've never paraded myself openly before," she insisted. "The men who had seen me undressed have been quite content to look at me when I'm lying down."
"Lying down?" he taunted. "Don't be silly. I don't want you on your back. As a whore you have to learn that you're the one expected to do the work. Now start strutting. Show yourself off."
"Stop it!" she screamed at him. "Whatever you may think of me, I've never been a cheap tramp."
"Quite right," he nodded, walking over to her. "Until now, you've been an expensive tramp. However, in Tijuana, all that will change. You'll fuck for the equivalent of fifty cents. You'll fuck grizzled, beer-swilling, tequila-soaked men who haven't taken a bath or a shower since the Year One. You'll fuck, and what's more you'll suck, just as you're going to suck me, Rosalie."
"You bastard!" she gasped. "I'll never do that!"
"Yes you will," he said, smiling, and then, without warning he suddenly backhanded her across the face. The blow was so hard, Rosalie found herself staggering back, and her calves touched the sofa behind her for a moment. But she refused to fall down on it. She wouldn't even give him that much satisfaction. Her cheek burned where he had slapped her, and she felt like using her nails to rip his eyes out.
"I mean what I say, bitch!" Roger laughed. "This is my home, my castle. Here, I'm king. You are a slave of the king's, and as a slave you do precisely as ordered."
Rosalie fought to hold back the mixture of rage and terror filling her. Tears once again threatened to erupt from her eyes, but once more she managed to hold them back. As far as she was concerned, there was no reasoning with Roger. He was insane, and one didn't reason with a crazy man. She felt nausea filling her belly and throat, and now she was grateful he hadn't allowed her to eat breakfast. She would be puking all over the place. Not that she would have minded ruining his carpeting and furniture, but she didn't like the idea of this particular enemy seeing her that way.
Knowing now that he was not averse to becoming physically violent, unaware to what further lengths he might go, she decided she had to see this through. Even now, she was certain after all this was over he would let her go. She didn't believe for one minute that he intended sending her to some whorehouse.
Lifting her head, doing her best to compose herself, she squared her lovely round shoulders, feeling her heart thudding inside her like a maddening hammer as it slammed in her chest. Pain still stung her cheek, and slowly she began walking around the small den, hoping any kind of movement on her part might make this man happy.
"I-is this what you want?" she asked.
"Come now, Rosalie, you can do much better than that," Roger taunted. "If you walk that way in the Mexican brothel, all you'll get is a whipping. Now we wouldn't want that, would we? You look like something dragged out of the Black Lagoon. Come on, rotate that ass of yours, shake that body, swing those tits."
Biting down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming some new obscenity at the man, Rosalie started to undulate as she walked, rolling her hips from side to side in an exaggerated way.
"You're learning," Roger nodded. "Hold your tits up from underneath, you know, as if offering them to me. Run your tongue over your lips now and again and keep 'em moist. Christ! You've seduced enough men in your lifetime. Do I have to teach you everything?"
Shrugging, Rosalie placed one hand on her hip as she continued walking around and rolling her torso, another hand under one of her breasts, holding it up as an offering each time she walked toward him. She licked her lips, making them shine, and then she turned away and rolled her ass as she walked away from him.
"You're beginning to learn," Roger nodded. "I think you're going to turn into a really first class harlot. Maybe the man in the Mexican brothel will save you for his special customers, in the beginning, anyway," he taunted, reveling in this power he had over her.
He went and sat in an overstuffed armchair on the opposite side of the small room, gripping his half-hard cock, stroking it. Somehow Rosalie didn't turn him on the way she did other men. The hate he had for her was so strong, not even her nakedness was enough to overcome it. In her case, his pleasure was coming strictly from the infliction of cruelty. She had earned every rotten thing he was doing to her, as well as the rotten things he intended doing to her when all this was over. He was serious about the Mexican house of ill-repute.
"All right, bitch!" he snapped. "Now walk over here, stand in front of me, and give me a good look at that hot, tight pussy of yours. I want to see inside it right up to that black heart of yours."
Obediently, the miserable young woman approached Roger and came to a halt in front of him, noting the way he salaciously sat in the chair, one leg draped over one of the arms as he jerked his thick cock back and forth in front of her. It was her first real look at the penis, and though only semi-erect, she realized it was probably the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen. If she had known Roger was this well built, she probably would have been in the sack with him a long time before. Hell! She would have been able to ball with him all through high school, and then when he had gone to work for her husband. It just went to prove one shouldn't judge a cock by its owner. She wondered if Roger really knew how to use that formidable weapon of his.
Right now, standing in front of him, with her thighs widespread, she put her hands on her hips and pushed her pelvis forward so that he was able to have a good look at her cunt. If nothing else, she was proud of this pussy which, up to now, had gotten her so far in life.
"Wider apart, bitch!" Roger snapped. "Use your fingers! Tug on those pussylips of yours until they're as far apart as possible."
The humiliated and helpless Rosalie swallowed her pride, hating this degradation. She forced down her feelings of disgust for the man attached to the marvelous cock, and keeping her eyes on the penis, finally managed a weak smile as she spread her thighs even wider apart, then placed her fingertips against the fluted edges of her obscenely exposed vagina and slowly spread apart the trembling, hair-surrounded flesh so that Roger was able to stare openly into the softly trembling pink receptacle of her cunt. Maybe, just maybe, after she sucked him off, he might throw her a fuck or two before shipping her off to Mexico. Hell! He still had two other women to deal with. He would have to save something for them, as well. No, after Rosalie sucked his cock, she, along with Andrea and Shana, would simply have to wait until it was time to bundle them off to the various places in the world he had in mind. Each one of them would learn the hard way that it didn't pay to humiliate Roger Starr.
'That's quite a pussy you have there, Rosalie," he nodded. "I can see where so many men have fallen under its spell. I notice you've been looking at my cock. Have you formed any opinions concerning it?"
"You know damn well it's one helluva cock," Rosalie snapped, using the four-letter word as naturally as she would any other.
"Have you any emotional feelings regarding it?" he asked.
"You have to be kidding," she laughed.
"Oh, I'm very serious," he insisted. "I mean, I wouldn't dream of letting you suck this cock until you tell he how much you love and adore it."
"You can drop dead before I say anything like that," she snapped.
"Unh-unh!" he told her, shaking his head. "One more display like that, and not only will the tape go out by Express Mail to your husband's attorney, but you'll go out in a packing crate to Algiers. So start behaving like a proper whore and tell me how much you love my cock and how badly you want to suck on it all of it!"
"My God!" she gasped. "Don't do this to me, Roger. If you want to fuck me, come ahead and do it. Back or front, it doesn't matter. But don't force this on me."
"I'm tired of this game," he said, suddenly standing. "I think I'll send that tape out, right now."
"No!" she screamed. "All right, all right, you win! I love your cock, Roger. I adore it. I'm crazy about it."
"With feeling, bitch!"
"I love your cock," she said, softly, doing her best to make it sound convincing. "It's the most wonderful cock I've ever seen. I've never felt this way about a cock before."
"Much better," he nodded. "You're learning, Rosalie. When you learn to say this in Spanish to all those peasants in Tijuana, they're going to go crazy for you. Now tell me how much you want to worship my cock with your mouth."
She choked, looking down at the massive instrument which still hadn't grown to its full length.
Sighing, she finally nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I love your cock I want it in my mouth. I w-want to suck on it. I've never sucked a cock before, Roger. But I want to s-suck yours. I want to lavish it with oral love."
Inwardly she was cursing him, sweating that someday she would bring all this down on his head with a vengeance. For now, she had to swallow her humiliation and do as he said. In her mind, she was certain that if Roger didn't release that first tape, eventually she would return to high society and worm her way into the graces of some other wealthy man.
"On your knees," Roger said to her. "Come on, on your knees and really beg, this time."
Refusing to let her think of the shame, Rosalie fell to her knees as Roger remained standing in front of her. Her eyes remained locked on the penis, wondering how much of it she would be able to take into her mouth before throwing up.
"R-Roger...." she gasped. "P-please l-let m-me suck y-your c-c-c-cock. I want to do it more than anything else in the world."
"Since you put it that way," Roger shrugged, "far be it from me to deny you that pleasure. Come on, honey, you can use your hands, your lips, and your tongue, but no teeth. If I feel teeth, you know what'll happen."
She shut her eyes tightly as she moved her face closer to the penis. Oh, God! This was so degrading!
A hand reached into her dark-brown hair and yanked as Roger snarled at her, "Open those eyes and look at my cock when you suck it, bitch! It demands total adoration from you!"
She opened her eyes and looked straight ahead, seeing the gleaming purple bluntness of the huge penis. She was staring directly into the unseeing eye in the cock-head, seeing the oil seeping from it, washing over the rounded penile point as if making it smoother, sort of easing the way for her to take it into her throat. There was a rich musky scent of masculinity coming from his groin a clean smell, but rich with the aroma of sex. The penis throbbed, the head swelling a little as it stiffened a bit more, and she tried pulling back, terrified at the prospect of suddenly filling her mouth with such a monster.
"Come on, Rosalie," he said to her. "I'm tired of playing games. Do it, already. It's waited a long, long time for the feel of your mouth. My cock won't be cheated."
No longer able to hold the tears back, Rosalie started sobbing like some helpless infant. This was it! The moment of truth! She had no choice!
Slowly she parted her full lips, and gulping, her throat quivering with spasms of shame, she let the huge cock-head slide into her widely open mouth. The moment her tongue touched the penile tip, she pulled her head back, aware of the warm drop of saline oil leaking from it. She wanted to get away from all this, but his hand tightened in her dark hair, pulling so that she thought he might turn her into a bald woman. Her hair, which had always been naturally wavy, was one of her most precious things.
Roger pushed forward, and half his bulbous penile head pushed itself between her lips again. This time she didn't pull back, and with his other hand gripping the staff, Roger began working the penis circularly, as if trying to widen her lips, forcing more of the purple point into her mouth, between her palate and her tongue. Jesus! It felt good, what little he was able to fit in, so far. He would fit more. Even as his cock throbbed and became harder, longer, thicker, he knew he was going to fit every last centimeter down her lovely throat.
Rosalie tried hard to open her mouth more, but to do so would mean dislocating her jaw. The head was pus. g deeper, and the flanged coronal rim was already inside her lips. She felt it would be impossible to fit more into her mouth, because her mouth narrowed as it went deeper. The penis was so thick, the head wasn't butting her throat, but it seemed unable to wedge its way any farther in.
Roger was excitedly aroused and out of control. At last, at long last his cock was plundering the mouth of Rosalie Baum. For all her trampish ways, Rosalie had never sucked another cock. His was the first to enter the seething cavern, and the mere idea of being first thrilled him, as being the first to plunder Andrea's ass, and the first to fuck into Shana had delighted him.
His left hand gripped the base of his cock, holding it steady, and his right hand pressed itself firmly onto her skull, and then he pulled her head forward as he shoved his hips into her face, and suddenly a full third of his cock was pushing into her gullet. She began gagging, choking, coughing, her eyes rolling in her head. Her upper teeth raked painfully against the shank, making him groan like some kind of beast, but it didn't deter him. He loved the scraping feeling, knowing it was coming because Rosalie was unable to open her mouth any wider. His desire to fuck her mouth intensified, and his body quivered with sadistic delight.
One more shove, and the entire cock was crammed into her mouth, her lips pressing against his hairy groin and hanging balls, his penile head jammed all the way into her esophagus. Rosalie's throat was constricting around the weighty phallus imparting sensations of unbelievable magnitude to Roger. It was her total incapability that made it all so good. Once she learned to open her throat and accept a cock, half the pleasure would be lost. The mere fact that he was feeling her choke around his probing prick-head heightened everything for him that much more. God! This was good, really good!
"Ggg ggaaaw wwrrrr nnnggg hhhhll lllccc cch-hhhh!" she gagged, as he tried powering it even deeper, as if attempting to force his balls into her mouth, as well.
Rosalie felt the pendulous scrotum smack solidly against her chin and lower lip, and her nostrils flared wide, unable to help themselves, filling her sinuses with the aroma of his masculinity. Tears continued falling from her eyes, but not so much tears of shame as tears of pain. He was rotating his thick cock in the depths of her gullet, making her cough some more, causing her throat to contract once again around the tightness of his cock. Saliva filled her mouth, falling in drooling lines from the corner of her lips, but also washing down his cock, creating a bit less friction. Slowly he pulled his cock back, letting her breathe for a moment before once more slamming it down her throat. At last, Rosalie Baum's mouth was being used for something worthwhile. No longer was malicious gossip spewing forth from it. No, now something was going into it.
It took every last bit of straining willpower at her command, but the helplessly humiliated Rosalie was finally able to relax her throat a little bit and ease the pressure, therefore more easily able to endure his continued stroking. Little by little her throat muscles relaxed, as did her lips, and she realized that by completely relaxing, she was not only sparing herself a lot of unnecessary pain, but was feeling something as the penile head rubbed into her gullet, touching hidden nerve-endings she had never even known about.
Sensing her total surrender to his desire, Roger let go of her hair. Once they began to surrender, they were suddenly very amenable and usually went out of their way to prove their willingness to comply with whatever he wanted.
Thankful he was no longer gripping her hair, the beautiful kneeling woman knew as long as she did what pleased Roger, he wouldn't hurt her, physically. Psychologically she felt herself scarred beyond hope. She was therefore surprised to discover that her mouth was not working by itself, with no conscious effort on her part. Her lips were pulling and sucking, her throat closing gently around the burrowing stiffness continually invading it, working with a gentle inner rhythm. Her tongue pressed itself upward, massaging the urethral tube in the underside of his penis, and each time the penis pulled back, the tongue darted forward and licked at the tiny tip. Her teeth continued grating on the throbbing pole each time it thrust itself into her mouth, but it was with just enough pressure to keep it sensuous rather than painful. Fresh thrills continued charging through Roger, and he moaned his enjoyment out loud.
Rosalie was at a total loss to explain her behavior. It was as if her mouth wanted to go on sucking and slurping at the throbbing phallic wand. Oddly enough, somewhere in the subconscious depths of her mind she had known how to suck cock all along, and now she was doing it with a certain naturalness. Once repressed, a certain barbaric part of herself was taking over. To make matters even worse as far as she was concerned, she found herself unable to suck without gripping his ass-cheeks, and she did so, pulling him all the more solidly into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth rapidly.
Roger's heart was wildly pounding, totally out of control. God! He had been blown by experts, but none of them had the natural verve and vitality of this woman. Too bad she was such a total bitch. He continued fucking his hard cock into the tunneled depths of her narrow pharynx, thrilling to every hard lunge. Christ! Those Mexicans had no idea what a fantastic cocksucker they would be getting. He moaned his lust out loud as he continued punching the penis inside, again and again.
Rosalie felt her own sensual excitement rapidly mounting as she realized she was on the verge of an orgasm, herself. The sucking was building sensations in her body that seemingly reached into her cunt. She was going to climax very shortly, now. Her fingers ran over the exposed part of his hotly thrusting penis each time it pulled out of her mouth. Then she let her fingers wander over his balls. It didn't even occur to her to squeeze him there or try and hurt him. At this point she was being controlled by her own inner lusts. Mewls of involuntary pleasure began coming up from the depths of her larynx as her womanly instincts became more and more aroused by what she was doing, her head bobbing back and forth in perfect time to the thrust of his loins.
Aware that Rosalie was enjoying all this too, it made Roger feel proud rather than angry. He had forced a woman who had refused to fellate any man previous to him into not only sucking his cock, but actually enjoying it. His body became flaringly aroused with inner heat as he rammed his bloated phallic lance that much more maniacally into the narrow tunnel of her mouth. He slammed into her with overpowering force, wondering how much longer she would be able to stand the vicious drives, but she not only withstood his lunges, but actually enjoyed them. Her working tongue on the underside of his cock told him so.
The hungrily sucking woman was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by the salacious and all-encompassing torrent of steaming sexuality that was rampantly running through her. A burning, tingling sensation charged through every part of her nakedly kneeling body, her mind totally lost in the steady pounding of his weighty cock moving in and out of her clamping lips.
"Ggggggmmmmpphhhhhhmmmmm!" she mewled excitedly around the living length of pulsating flesh that continued pounding in and out of her narrowly sucking mouth. "Ummmmmmmm!"
Her body, on its knees, was rotating wildly back and forth, and suddenly she leaned her cunt forward and pressed it against Roger's shin, surrounding the shin with her knees as she began rubbing her pussy up and down in rhythm with the way her head nodded back and forth. He was groaning with wanton abandon, and the hot wetness of her cunt against his leg sent new and even greater thrills catapulting through him. Christ! This was the greatest cocksucker of all time! Too bad he had to give her away, but it was better for the whole world to have her locked away in Tijuana where she wouldn't be able to destroy other men with her words. There, her mouth would be put to excellent use.
Roger's orgasm wasn't too far away, now. He felt the little tingles within him making him aware that it wouldn't be long, well not too much longer, anyway. His balls continued slapping against her chin and the drool from her mouth was seeping out all over his scrotum.
Aware that the moment of his triumphant climax wasn't too far off, he intensified the way he solidly fucked into the sweetness of her pulling mouth. He thrust mercilessly in, and Rosalie, blinded with the passionate need for her own orgasm, sucked all the harder, her lips two leeching labial folds that pulled and yanked and tugged. She sucked like a lamb at its mother's udder.
Dimly, Rosalie realized she was becoming precisely what Roger hand claimed she would be; a wanton whore who wouldn't give a damn how she made a man come. But as disgusting as sucking his cock had seemed in the beginning, so now was it that much more enjoyable.
She loved it! She actually loved it! She sucked harder, hot liquid seeping from the helplessly contracting cuntal depths that she continued rubbing against his leg. It leaked so much fluid, the oils were running down her thighs onto the carpeting. Some of it seeped onto his foot. Fierce pleasures tore through Rosalie like a hurricane as she realized her orgasm was there.
"WWWWWWH HHHFFF AAAAAA GGGGGG HHHHHH CCCCCH HHHWWW WWWUUU UUG-GGG HHHHHU UUUCCC CCHHHH RRRGGG GGHHHC CCCHHH HHLLLL AAAIII UUUGGG HHHHH!" she gagged out, filling her throat with his cock as her cunt spat oils insanely over his shin and ankle. She clung fiercely to him, her mouth all the way forward, her lips kissing his balls and pelvis, her throat contracting again and again around the hard mass of cock.
Now it was Roger's turn. His body began tightening, and her hands, gripping his ass-cheeks, felt them squeeze together as he bellowed out in rapturous enjoyment. "OHHHHHH...YYYYYE EEEEAA AAAGGG GGHHHH...HHH HHHAAA AAA-NNN HHHHHH...THAA AAAAAT'S SSSSSS...IIIIIT TTT...YYYYYA AAAGGG HHH...COM-MMM IIIIIINNNNNG GGG...AAAAAG FFFGGG HHHUUU UUUNNN GGGHHH!"
He was there, firing one thick white jet of hot fluid after another into Rosalie's throat a throat which swallowed anxiously, but not fast enough, and more and more of her mouth filled with his sperm as she thrilled to the taste of it.
Rosalie wasn't able to understand why she swallowed so lustily, but she did know one thing; she loved the taste of semen. It almost made the agony she had undergone worthwhile.
She sucked repeatedly until his penis had deflated and his prostate was empty. When she was finished, he pulled his cock from her mouth, saying, "Now that you've had your appetizer. I can take you to have breakfast where you can meet two other ladies as lovely as yourself."