Rosa'a New Life

With my hands still pressing against his chest, I didn't move for some time. When I glanced up, I found Diaz with hands locked behind his head, clinically studying me. I didn't care by then, for the pain had subdued and I could now move a fraction of an inch without it hurting too much.

Using my hands against his chest to push myself up, I eased off his engorged cock about half-way, and then slowly lowered my ass again to engulf the entire thing, feeling his hairy balls tickling my ass. It was heaven. This time his huge cock had gone in more easily, hanging up only once – and I was almost in a state of pure rapture. When it finally hit bottom the next time, I sat there for a moment adjusting to its girth again.

My hands on his chest, I carefully rose and lowered myself several more times, making small circles with my ass – unable to control the tiny sounds now coming from my mouth. After only a minute or two of doing that I was practically slamming my ass downward, feeling him hit bottom with every plunge. Going out of my mind with pleasure I bit my lip until it bled, screaming, sobbing out things that probably didn't even make sense. I never wanted it to end!

He suddenly rolled us onto the floor, me on bottom, him taking control on top. There, he hammered into my soft core relentlessly, each violent thrust rattling my slim body as his cock banged against the cervix. I simply loved it. I did! I wanted him to destroy me with that huge cock - to kill me. I was a cheat, a whore. I deserved it.

At one point I found myself whispering into his ear. "Kill me, kill me, kill me . . ." My thighs gripped his hips tightly, legs hooked around his thrusting ass, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and at that moment I belonged to him. He owned me. I'd never experienced anything like it before.

He crushed his open mouth down on mine and I parted my lips greedily accepting his tongue, sucking it frantically, following it back into his hot mouth with my own. This wasn't making love with my husband. We were like two animals in the woods, mindlessly fucking - two wild, savage beasts, rutting in the mud, mixing pain with pleasure as he used me like I was his bitch.

Attempting to climb his body and envelope even more of his cock, I screamed out the violent climax I had sought, right into his open mouth as he flooded my insides with wave after wave of hot fluid. It seemed for a while that I would never stop cumming, the thumping inside my chest so loud I could literally hear it. Then, just before my heart gave out, it slowed – stopping, leaving me completely drained and exhausted.

I slowly came back to earth as his cock softened inside me, our combined cum making a small river into the crack of my ass. Scalding hot only moments earlier, it now felt cold and sticky. As nasty as that sounds, the feeling still excited me, causing me to hold my breath, envisioning its slow route over the puckered rings of my anus.

As his over-sized half-deflated cock slipped out of me like a huge sausage I groaned with the frustration of its loss; my ravaged pussy now feeling empty and abandoned. Gasping, Diaz lay beside me as I clinched my eyes tightly, attempting to slow my heart and regain normal breathing. It seemed to me that as long as I didn't have to look at him, I wouldn't have to face what I'd done. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, roughly pulling me toward him, downward.

"Clean up this mess," he said, pulling my face closer. Still leaking cum, his wet cock rested against his thigh like a slimy snake; nasty, unappetizing now that my passion was spent. He pushed my face closer, and resigned to my fate I just took his wet cock inside my mouth and did as he'd told me.

Afterward, numb and in a daze, I dressed and left for home early. My pussy felt a little raw but still tingled pleasantly as I walked, leaking subtlety down both legs. . My husband Raf would be gone for two more days with a job clear across the state. I'd have all night to myself to organize my thoughts. I felt cheap and used, and very confused.

The next day I called in sick to Mister Diaz's voice mail, buying time while I made up my mind how to proceed with telling my husband why I'd quit my job. When Raf came home I was still a bundle of nerves, but he didn't seem to notice. We had sex once, but it was the usual - quick like a bunny - then right to sleep for him.

That was when I thought most about what I'd done with Mister Diaz - the scenes flooding my head over and over like a movie – and yes . . . soaking my panties. As Raf snored beside me I used my entire hand, ruthlessly punishing my pussy. Although my hand was about the same size as Mr. Diaz's cock, the results just weren't the same.

After I had a small, unrewarding cum, I felt even worse. On the third day, Raf said I looked as if I'd recovered sufficiently from my flu, asking when I was going back to work. That next morning he practically insisted that I go to work.

Walking to work, the closer I got to the Diaz mansion the more that stuff I'd done came crashing back in waves. Each time I forced it aside, it immediately returned. I knew I was constantly wet. I could feel it on my thighs, my panties sticking to me. I stopped half a block from the Diaz Mansion and turned back toward home. Quickly retracing my footsteps toward the safety of my own home, I'd only gone a few steps before I turned back again. Finally, I just ran toward the large front gate.

Tito was in the front garden and he stopped to leer at my pumping legs as I ran past. Briefly, I wondered if he'd heard me crying out that day in Mister Diaz's office. That was too awful to think about. I went directly to the office, finding Mister Diaz working at his desk, dressed in dark slacks and white shirt. He looked up as I burst through the door, smiling knowingly. Without saying a word, he turned toward me, slowly unzipped his fly and removed his thick cock, smiling all the time like he simply knew I'd be back.

I didn't even protest. I just walked over, dropped to my knees and took his delicious cock all the way into my mouth. Okay, maybe I am a whore, but it tasted so good I didn't care right then.

I sucked him until he was ready to give me the treat I wanted, but then he pushed my head away, allowing himself time to calm down a bit before pulling my mouth back over it. After a few moments of working on it with lips and tongue, he pulled my mouth completely off his throbbing cock and shoved my head downward while holding his cock up out of the way, directing my mouth to his balls. This was new territory for me.

Lovingly, I took each velvet orb into my mouth, sucking gently, nibbling both it and the tiny place between his cock and balls, making love to that delicious place. I was in total ecstasy. After a while, he pushed my face even lower, allowing me to nibble the tenderness underneath his balls. Hungrily, I did that until slobbers ran down my chin.

Then, his hands wrapped in my hair, hurting a little. I felt more pressure as he pushed downward on the back of my head, towards his hairy asshole. Frightened and repulsed, I initially resisted but he was simply too strong for me. Finally, I saw his wrinkled little hole directly in front of my face, retracting in and out as it waited impatiently.

Now that I saw this forbidden place, it looked tender and inviting. Feeling cheap and nasty, I tentatively touched the puckered ring with my tongue, finding it to be clean, soft . . . delicious. I guess I lost it completely then; biting, licking and sucking his open asshole for a long time. I was finally able to force my stiffened tongue past the resistance, completely inside, rimming him until he literally pushed my mouth away. Feeling like the lowest of whores I squirmed forward and swallowed his cock again.

He immediately flooded my mouth with delicious floods of cream. I swallowed every bit of it, milking his shaft with my hand to get every precious drop. I almost purred as I licked his cock clean and kept nibbling until he insistently, almost angrily, pushed me away again. Even then, I wanted more. My mind was a mess. I just couldn't get enough of him. Maybe I was going crazy.

Pulling me to my feet and roughly shoving me over his desk, he entered me from behind, pounding my pussy without mercy – without any warm-up. I didn't care. I climaxed almost immediately just like I had the previous time. It rocked my small body with explosive convulsions as I lifted onto my toes, offering myself to him completely. It went on so long and so intensely that it robbed my strength, my breath and my senses. Weak-kneed and trembling he finally pulled me up, and then pushed me back to my knees, where he abruptly stuck his entire cock inside my mouth.

I worked on him for almost an hour but to my disappointment he didn't cum again. By then I was ready for him to fuck me once more, but for some reason, he denied me that pleasure. At first, I asked him to do it, and then pleaded with him to do it. He finally pushed me back over his desk onto my belly, where I quickly raised my ass for his entry.

When I felt his bulbous head against my anus I attempted to pull away and lift higher, giving him a better target. He wasn't interested in that, and wouldn't let me lift my ass anymore. I almost panicked when I realized his intentions. My tender anus was the target he was seeking, and nothing would keep him from doing what he wanted. As he pushed that huge crown against my puckered nether-hole, it felt like it was on fire from the friction.

It seemed to take forever but when the engorged head was finally able to pop inside, it became even worse. The pain was now unbearable. It hurt so much I felt I would die right there, stretched-out over my bosses' desk like a sacrificial lamb. I briefly wondered what my husband would say when he heard of it. I think I screamed loudly because he paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the pain a bit. Then the fire started again as he pushed deeper inside my bowels. That lasted a very long time, and I was sobbing hard by the time he was all the way in. Sank to the balls at last, he mercifully paused again.

"Rub your pussy," he said.

I obediently touched my clit and a thrill shot through me as sparks literally flew! I heard him laugh as he eased his cock from my clinching anus, and then slowly pushed it back in. It wasn't as bad this time. I rubbed my clit harder and felt a huge climax building. I couldn't tell if it was building inside my asshole, or my vagina! It was awesome!

"Don't cum until I tell you to."

Frustrated beyond belief, my fingers slowed down but my heart didn't, continuing to pound away inside my chest. Suddenly he was plunging into my anus just like he'd done my vagina – and even more amazing, I was lifting my ass to help him violate me. I could feel every ridge and vain along his meaty cock sliding past the tender ring of my anus, stretching it as nothing ever had until this moment, dragging the lining out as it retreated, shoving it back as it plunged deep again.

I'd never felt anything like it. I'd never dreamed anything like that could happen between a man and a woman. I vaguely wondered if I'd be deformed once it was over. If I'd be ruined forever. Right then I didn't care. All that mattered was this wonderful feeling, this nasty ultimate high I was experiencing as Diaz pounded into my virgin anus. I reconciled, that I truly was his whore now.

Diaz stiffened, grunted loudly and roared, "Cum, you bitch! Cum hard!"

I only had to rub furiously for about 30 seconds before crying out as my own climax hit, just as he flooded my bowels with thick semen. Gush after warm gush splashed against my colon, bloating my belly, filling me to capacity. I screamed deliriously as it racked my small body, clutching the desk top, feeling as if my legs would give out if I stood. I remember crying out something really vile, nearly out of my mind with the pleasure I was receiving.

When it was finally over and I felt him withdrawing his deflating length from my wounded asshole, I couldn't even move. Tears ran freely down my face and I could taste salty tears as they ran into my open mouth. Diaz turned me around, pulled me up and crushed his open mouth down on mine, his tongue probing deep inside. Slowly I reached around his neck, pulled him closer and gave him my own tongue, already feeling a surging desire once more.

I didn't love this man. Probably didn't even like him very much, but I was his now. I belonged to him. That final act had cemented it. What had I become? What had he awakened inside me? His hands were on my shoulders pressing down, forcing me to my knees. I collapsed as he said, "Clean me up." Fully conquered at last, I did as he instructed.

No, I didn't love Mister Juan Diaz. I didn't even like him, but from then on I lived for his cock. Not very well put I know, but it's the truth. From that day forward, his wonderful appendage was never completely out of my mind. I'd never had such pleasure before and I knew I simply could not go back to doing without it. The following days were a blur, pretty much of a rerun of the first two times. It got so that, I'd walk into a room and find Mister Diaz there. He'd simply pull his cock out and I'd silently drop to my knees and start sucking it.

One day on the swimming pool lanai he pulled down his trunks and lay down on his stomach, pulling his ass-cheeks apart. I knew without being told what he wanted. Feeling utterly degraded – and completely excited - I crawled between his spread legs and rimmed his asshole for most of the afternoon. He finally rolled over and said, "Go to the upstairs guest room so I can fuck you."

As I went inside I suddenly glanced up and found Tito standing at the corner of the main residence, staring at us. His baggy pants were tented, so I suppose he'd seen the whole thing. Maybe he'd heard my frequent screams too and already knew what was going on. Was this the only time he'd watched us? Did Mister Diaz know Tito watched us? That creeped me out.

My husband still did me occasionally - like a rabbit - so he was happy. I worked a lot of overtime so I also was happy. Mister Diaz was very generous too, giving me a big raise. I now used enemas regularly because I never knew when Diaz would use my anus for his pleasure, and he always wanted me to "clean it up," after any type of sex.

Walking to work on Monday mornings my panties was usually so wet by the time I got there I immediately went straight to his office. He was always ready, his half-stiffened cock hanging out waiting for me. Several times during the day, we'd fuck or suck. I admit I was in a desire-crazed state of mind most of the time.

I simply wanted his cock inside me all the time, anyway he wanted me to do it. If a few days went by without getting his cock I'd grow increasingly frustrated until he was stuffing it back inside me again. By the second month, he knew I would do about anything he could think of. He'd trained me well.

One Monday morning I was so hot I practically ran the last block to work, my panties sopping wet by the time I arrived. Tito was nowhere to be seen, so I hurried inside already anticipating what I'd be doing five minutes from now. I burst into Diaz's office just in time to see him pick up a suitcase. He said, "I'll be gone for several days."

I felt like my breath had been stolen. "Gone?" I cried. "Where . . .?"

"Don't worry. I left Tito in charge. He'll carry on my duties while I'm gone. All of my duties," he said, jerking his head toward his desk. I turned and saw Tito sitting there, a huge grin on his ugly face.

Diaz walked to the door. "Go on," he said. "Tito is in charge now." He closed the door behind him, leaving me in the room alone with that awful man.

Totally confused and so horny I was almost out of my mind I was suddenly starting to be very frightened, too. Fearfully, I glanced at Tito who was now sitting with his cock hanging outside his pants, just stroking it and grinning ugly. It then became clear what Mister Diaz had meant. He wanted to keep me hooked on cock while he was gone. Afraid I'd come to my senses while he was away, he'd intended this to happen!

I knew I could simply walk out and leave, but would he let me return later if I did that? In any event this lie I was living could finally be over. All I had to do was walk out right now! Could I live with that? Go back to the way things used to be? Go back to the "Rabbit sex" thing, twice a month? No. I knew I could not do that.

I looked at Tito's imposing cock and shivered. It was just as large as Mister Diaz's, probably thicker, but it was very ugly. Crooked and knobby-looking, it protruded at least a foot from beneath a rolling slab of belly-fat, jerking every few seconds like it was a living thing trying to get at me.

My heart pounded in my chest as something akin to terror gripped my throat, causing me to shiver with revulsion. I felt almost nauseous. He grinned like he knew exactly what I was thinking, and couldn't care less as he lovingly stroked that massive cock, filling it with engorged blood and causing it to throb.

"Come here," the Troll said rather forcefully in the thick accent of Mexico's desert Indian people. Everything he said sounded like an unintelligent grunt.

Shaking my head silently I backed away, my eyes fixed on that huge appendage like it might attack me if I looked away. Moving to the door I opened it, but was unable to leave. I just stood there, my head down. I couldn't walk through that door. I wanted to leave, but I knew I'd never see Mister Diaz again if I did. Of course, there was that other thing as well . . . my soaked panties . . . our usual Monday Morning fuck!

Hating myself, I glanced back and saw his huge cock jerk once and then again, sending another shiver through me. This shiver was different than the last one though. I felt an insistent flood seeping through my already drenched panties, running down the inside of my thigh. Hanging my head in defeat, I slowly turned and looked straight at him. He just held his cock out toward me, grinning. Then sighing in defeat, trembling all over, my knees growing weaker with each step, I moved nearer.

"Closer puta!" he said, anger suddenly shooting from his eyes. He said some other things in Spanish, causing me to cringe. I could tell he was low-bred, by the manner in which he spoke.

I was now within reach, trying to force my fear down. He tilted his head downward and then looked back up, straight into my fear-widened eyes. I knew what he meant. I'd seen Diaz do that very same thing many times. Had Tito been spying on us when he did it? That was just too awful to even imagine.

Without willing it I slowly sank to my knees, gulping air through an open mouth as I violently trembled from head to toe. Tito held his dick out toward me, that open eye at the very tip staring straight into my soul. I saw the clear liquid drop that had formed on it, quivering, threatening to run down its side. I just blanked my mind, opened my mouth wider and . . . did it.

The taste was terrible, stinging my tongue and bringing tears to my eyes, probably because his hygiene wasn't all that good. But that quickly went away and only the sensation of thick meat sliding over my tongue was left. I just held the large mushroom head in my mouth for a moment, not wanting to think. He quickly grew tired of that, placing his hand at the back of my head, forcing my mouth down farther.

Soon I was swallowing the whole thing, licking and sucking as though it were Mister Diaz. The only differences were the ugly knobs on his cock and the rough feeling against my lips as they passed over them. He came in less than two minutes. It must've been a long time since he'd had a female because he squirted at least a pint of thick cum into my mouth! I tried pulling away, but he held my head firmly in place, pumping his groin up like he was fucking my face.