A Letter to my Master

He was completely without mercy now and he shoved his massive cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat seemingly without compunction. I started to make choking noises, but it only drove him on to push it deeper into my mouth.

We were both lost in the lust of the moment: using and being used. I was now choking and spots were appearing before my eyes.

He was saying things to me that inflamed my desire. "Choke, bitch,

fucking gag on my cock you cunt" and "Oh yeah, that's nice, that feels real good, bitch, fuck I could come right now".

Then he pulled his cock back but not out of my mouth and I had to open my mouth to breathe around his cock. I looked up at him.

"You are a good little bitch aren't you?" he said "Yes, I want to fuck you some more before I cum in you. What a slut you are, I'm going to make you choke some more on my cock before I shoot my load in you."

Then he took his cock out of my mouth and I felt a loss for it's going, my mouth reaching for it , but his hand pulled my pony back.

"Your dress is a mess go into the bedroom and take it off"

I got up and moved into the bedroom and let the dress slip from my body. I looked at him and saw him hungrily assessing my body again.

I can't properly explain what it felt like to be stood there dressed as a woman, in those heels, those pull ups, those panties holding in my girly boy clit. Small comfort was the fact that at sometime, I knew that I would look good in a schoolgirl uniform.

"Nice" he said "get on the bed on all fours"

I shuddered again – he was going to fuck me! He had not done this yet and I yearned to feel his meat deep inside of me. Obediently, I climbed onto the bed and assumed the doggy position.

He came up behind me and I felt my panties pulled down. His finger entered my lubed hole. As soon as it was in, I pushed back like a slut on heat and pushed his finger further into me. As soon as I reached his top knuckle, I pulled back and pushed in again. He pulled out and pushed two fingers in me, and I gave a start, but let him dictate this time. Slowly he fingered fucked my little bud until I was almost constantly moaning my assent.