(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PauletteAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">PAULETTE LISETTE SAINT-SIMON</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Dr. Okello Okanjo<br/><br/>The role became reality as I praised this man.  It was said that one could speak the truth into action by words of power or something like that.  I cursed my overactive imagination, the conditioning to please men trained into me at the Center and my own treacherous body.  With every word, with every subservient act the Word became the Truth.  I deserved to act like a slave, be treated like a slave and to submit like a slave did I not?  My sins demanded it as the deep slave conditioning melded with my guilt to create a role, a persona that I coudl don like a robe, a penitent's hair shirt as I flogged away my transgressions.<br/><br/>I let my arousal grow, both from habit and training and the shear natural desire for this man, this dominant man who was my Master.  I was surprised, shaken to feel that way, the way I'd not felt since that fateful night when Adrian died.  His words of praise snapped me back and I took up the role of Cunt.<br/><br/>Master's cock was large and well formed.  I'd been reamed with it in the ass and touched and looked at it before but this was the first time I'd been able to really look at it, to marvel at the length and thickness and smell the virile scent of a man.  He had that musky scent that a man gets when he's been walking about all day, the scent that lingers around his balls and in the dark thatch of hair that framed the scepter of his dominance.  He rubbed it on my face as he held my head pinned with a strong grip in my hair.  As I spread my knees at his command I gloried in the arousal that trickled down my thighs.  More than anything except maybe the remaining trickle of semen from my ass, I found the wet response of my sex to be humiliating and arousing at the same time.  But in this role I gloried in it.<br/><br/>My Master owned my face as he traced it with his cock.  I could feel the slick trail of his precum left on my skin burning like a fire.  My eyes shifted up and I locked vision with Doctor... Master... My body was active, was eager and participating in his assault but my eyes were distant and lost in the role.  Even playing the part of Cunt I was watching, learning and measuring.  While I had not excelled in school subjects I had always been an intensive watcher, listener and adaptor.  It was this that helped me succeed as a singer by letting me understand the mood of the crowd and gear my performance to suit the gestalt mood.  Every move, every word, every tone, each scent and twitch of his cock was recorded and analyzed with an intensity that I had never before mustered.  Doctor Okanjo<em>owned </em>me and I would learn everything about him just as I knew he would probe the uttermost limits of my body and psyche.<br/><br/>Breathing deeply I inhaled of his scent.  The deep musk of his perspiration and sex mingling now with the sharper scent of his precum.  Hands behind my back as he commanded I leaned forward and kissed him on the exhale.  Realizing what he wanted I shifted my breath to tease and tickle even as I let my lips just brush against him.  The shaft of his cock was blazing hot against my soft, puffy lips.  I had resisted having my lips plumped or my tongue lengthened even though Adrian wanted it done and most of my friends were having the surgeries .  It would ruin my singing voice I would coo as I liked and sucked my manager to another orgasm.  Adrian would laugh and proceed to face fuck me, teasing me about my dick sucking lips.  Stubborn and competitive I made the light breathing and teasing an art form when combined with my feathery kisses.<br/><br/>It was somewhere after he had me take his cock and kiss and lick it that the role slipped and I was no longer an observer but a whole hearted participant.  There was a moment of fear as control slipped out of my hands and into my Master's hands, into his cock and balls, as I became his Cunt.  I met his eyes, confirming his orders and turned my gaze to pleasing him while somewhere that corner of my mind watched and waited.  Lick and kiss, lick and kiss, I teased him, laved his manhood and balls.  I did learn his shape, his feel and his scent as the size of him made my pussy clench with need.<br/><br/>I took that member in my mouth and licked and sucked at it.  My tongue swirled over the sensitive spot at the base of his shaft.  I flicked my tongue over his tiny slit, tasting his leakage and teasing more from him.  I was an expert and proud of my skills at fellatio.  As I cradled Master's cock in the warm pillow of my tongue and mouth there was nothing but him.  In this story the girl loved her man, loved to be dominated and to be allowed to pleasure him and that is what I did.  Yet I did not take him deeply into my mouth.  Perhaps that was a sign of reluctance and Independence as I certainly was capable of deep throating a penis as large as Master's.<br/><br/>When Master grabbed my head and forced his cock deep I choked and gagged for a moment and then gathered my composure.  I let him face fuck me, my throat relaxing to take him in deeply, frantically licking as he controlled my mouth and throat.  Finally on the last few strokes I ended up completely hilted with his cock buried in my throat even as my chin rested on his balls and my nose was embedded in his pubic hair at the base of the cock.<br/><br/>"Ahh!" I gasped as he pulled his cock free with a slurp and dragged me over to the bed.  I stumbled, on my knees and rose onto the bed at his rough motions.  On my back I spread my legs wide in welcome as I looked up at him in yearning and fear.  My sex needed this, needed to be mounted ruthlessly and taken.  I gasped, choking as his hand fastened on my throat and cut off my air supply.  I squirmed and tried to buck free of his grip and the spell of the massive cock but it was too late; Master was between my legs with his cock laying at the entrance to my cunt like a bar of white hot iron.  Fear filled my eyes entirely as I choked, my face turning red.<br/><br/>Then there was the moment a woman will remember all her life.  He penetrated and claimed me for there was no other description possible of the ruthless thrust and split open my tight channel.  The experts at the Center preferred virginal women and my cunt had been tightened to a tiny yet resiliant size.<br/><br/>Suddenly I had breath, I screamed and screamed in pain and the raw sensation of it.  There was no preparation, no foreplay and no easy insertion.  My screams and pleas were cut off as Master pulled out and gripped my throat.  On and on it went as I was fucked, taken, mounted and finally bred in the most ruthless and effective fucking of my life. Halfway through I felt the pressure build suddenly as I orgasmed against my Master.    Again and again I was shafted, hilted as my breast, face and ass were used.  Finally he pinned my wrists and pressed his balls against my ass cheeks. I could feel his orbs clench as his cock throbbed inside of me and deilvered its warm payload.  Helplessly I orgasmed again as he pulled out and marked me with his orgasm, with his ropes of semen on my belly, breasts and face.  I let out a little sigh as he came back inside of me and throbbed for an interminable time as we lay together, his barely softening cock and wet semen inside and outside my body joining us.