It was late at night as I pushed Rosy over the bed.
I made sure she did not get a chance to wear her panties, and I was now handling her blouse and bra to push up and above, revealing her lovely and delicious peaks.
I used my right hand over her breast as I began remolding and reshaping her nipple into my desired shape and size.
I am sure I was making this girl feel special, but it's that God you worship that made it possible.
I continued with her next and started with her upper body.
I started with her shoulder, neck, and collarbone, all of which remained firm and untouched.
Then I worked on her arms, starting with the palms. She is built to mold to your shape, so that is what you get.
I then looked for the neck of the areola. On this girl, it was utterly perfect.
"Looks like we'll be losing our sleep, Rosy. I want to fuck you more than twice now."
"N-No"
Ignoring her protest, which was more like an invitation to ravage her, I placed my dick at the entrance of her cave and pushed in half of it directly with a single thrust.
Pulling her legs above, I continued pistoning inside her womb as she kept on moaning.
"Oh god, it's working baby, fuck me, just like that. Aaawww. I'm cumming!"
Even from the inside, she was breathing heavily; she was panting loudly as she came on top of me. I was still in high gear, and it drove me insane.
Just before I climaxed, I felt the contractions as she cums onto my cock.
She let out a shaky moan as she squeezed her pussy tightly as she cums, sliding her pussy down further and deeper onto my shaft.
"A-aaa... Aaaawww..."
She let out another weak moan as she dropped onto me, me laying on top of her as I continued to massage her massive body.
As she let out another moan, she put her arms around me. "Oh, God, I love you."
She grabbed my hair and pulled me close. "I want you inside me."
I was about to protest when she sighed and pulled back.
"I love you."
I was so stunned I didn't know what to say or do. I looked down and nodded, "Yeah." She reached her hand under my shirt and touched the bare skin of my neck.
"I love you too." She whispered, then ran her fingers down my abdomen. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling down at me.
This was the most wicked thing I had heard in a long time. This was the same woman who loved such intimate situations between us, was always happy to be dominated, and was willing to take anything to do that. I sighed as my penis got harder in response to her words. I thought that maybe she was right about all of this... perhaps I would find myself becoming just like her.
Rosy said, "I want you inside me."
I could hardly suppress my beastly instincts as I drove her beyond redemption.
"Rosy, do you have a hard life?"
She thought for a bit while she continued moaning and replied with her shaky voice, "Yes."
"It's hard to live in this country. Isn't it?"
"(moan) I am fine."
I continued humping her crazily as I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her cherry lips.
I could feel myself getting close to my orgasm, and was grabbing for her hair as I ground into her.
I tore her dress off so that I could see her cute white breasts, as well as the adorable round butte that lay beneath them. I leaned down and ran my tongue down her stomach to her midsection as my hands gripped her soft and supple thighs. I started nibbling and nibbling on her shoulder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
With one last thrust, I made love to my sexy Rosy and came so hard I thought it would break a bone. I had never cum in my life before, and I didn't know that this wasn't the last time.
It ended up just relieving my groin a bit.
She took me into her giant bed and lay down next to me.
"A great time was had by all."
"I enjoyed our fucking today. How is master's dick now?"
"Well, it's nice and hard and healthy."
"You do know how to put one in your tight little ass? I'll go find you a harness."
Rosy is all but done with this game now, and the next few posts will be dedicated to her.
Please don't hate her for being a proper slut. She's a perfect example of who the female gender should be. If you don't like that, then at least call it what it is. If you're going to troll here to make us all feel bad, at least make it not about you.
Perversely, this whole situation has me genuinely enjoying his recent battles with this woman, her decision to end the marriage and stay with me. I doubt the show is genuinely intended to serve me, but I'll accept that because it is funny. The idea of his wife being a secret slut is even more amusing, given the context of the show. The story isn't about the mom going to the detective about the abuse, and it's about how its a "red-pill moment."
Their reasons for these actions are entirely different and often destructive to one another. The fact that she is not a violent person makes my marriage easier to deal with.
Most women who have lived in such abusive marriages do not give a damn about it. They can't "handle" abuse. They can't tolerate the shame and grief it brings them and their families. They are stuck living in a box. They need the freedom to get out of their abusive relationship.
As this relationship progresses, I am expecting to find out what happens to these two people's marriage. For the time being, I think that he would be going through something like this for a little more.